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artoria / arturia pendragon affiliated with isola radiale saber class servant of hypergiant rank residing in charles patricius ubw route + chaldean not spoiler-free summoned nov 13 2017 theme credit @FUJINON

[stellatiratore]

"Saber, got it," Reinite says after Saber makes her introduction. At the question of who Reinite was looking for, the pirate sighs.

"His name is Lorene Darison, second Prince of Mongol." She gives Saber a look. "And 'fore you ask, it's a country where I'm from."

Reinite knew that with a last name like Pendragon, something else had to be up with Saber. That was as far as she could conjecture right now.

"He's 'bout a few inches shorter than me, blonde hair, tan, blue eyes, wears a lot of silver and blue. You might see his pendant he wears - silver chain, looks like it's got a galaxy inside it."

[sanctummilitis]

A prince hadn't been among the expectations of a pirate's associate, however Servants had demonstrated time again how varied and curious connects may be. But such dwelling were more suited for another time, when Lorene and others weren't waiting on rescue.

"Your description is appreciated — should we cross ways, it would certainly be of comfort to hear you're not among the captured and the captain chartering a route to safety".

A galaxy inside... how curious an image, the cosmic nature of the Lostbelt Trees came to mind, glittering with stars of horrific wonder. Those Trees had been felled, and their legacy no more a memory of a select few — she'd much rather the cosmos be now something to marvel rather than a danger. poised to head off, the blonde cast one more glance over her shoulder for one more exchange. "I'll send a message once Lorene is located and the Inn releases those inside, whichever comes first".

[supremestance]

WHILE SABER HOLDS THE PUMPKIN SECURELY, aglaea begins to carve into it soon enough. hands are delicate yet firm, as if trained in the art of doing so, if not with an entirely different material. and though the slice wasn't in utmost perfection as it would be were she handling the finest of silks and fabrics, it was enough to get the job done, the top coming off with a soft sound and set to the wayside. peering in, she takes note of the inside, reaching over to grab a glove to make it far less messy for her own hands, beginning the next step.

❝ Indeed. There have been many artisans at work in Okhema itself in various walks of life. There was a blacksmith who was renown for the fine craftsmanship he had done, an artistic view of its own despite the need for tools of war itself, ❞ she speaks pleasantly, recalling her home fondly as she continues to scoop out the pumpkin and set it all upon a tray. ❝ One craft's proficient does not equate to another's, but the beauty that comes of both is quite breathtaking to witness when you see the final products. Have you been fortunate to see much yourself of it? ❞

[sanctummilitis]

As though audience rather than assistant did Saber observe the process, blade carving through the crown until loosed and dislodged, bringing its resistance to an end and granting access to the contents within. With few words, the knight could only begin to imagine this Okhema, any presumption it a peaceful place dashed early by the mention of war. One obvious face came to the forefront of her thoughts whilst reflecting on the blacksmith, filling in the unknown crafter's void.

Her lips pressed into a line — so many of the lands from which those here were pulled faced turmoil from conflict; a war between humans themselves or against something outsider. But now was not an appropriate time for her thoughts to wander, if nothing more than the risk to the pumpkin's confines.

"Yes, of sorts," was her answer. "Creation is quite an incredible process. A crystallisation of one's dedication and talent. while the meaning for their existence may vary, there lies at its heart a desire so strong to drive the vehicle of its forging". Even weapons were constructed oft with the goal of protecting life at their core. The determination that gave Shirou strength to stand atop that hill no matter the wounds his body carried, drawing a blade of gold from charred soil. The majesty of Charlie's Noble Phantasm which had captivated her amidst the mists. They lingered lights with refusal to burn out, spectacles not to be forgotten.

But not all would be so charitable, those who sought carnage and suffering would perform likewise and produce their means — a twisted artform in their eyes.

[fivezeroonetwo]

THIS CITY WAS INDEED SOMETHING STRANGE, far removed from the likes of what a normal, mortal realm should hold. perhaps, then, it was simple to deduce they were not trapped within a place of that setting, especially with it seeming to harbor its own, peculiar underworld of sorts. it only leads him to be far more bewildered at what was going on in this moment, the reason for their being here, let alone the thought process behind who and what may come to these lands. and from her words, it was a mystery that has yet to be solved despite the length of stay so many seem to have had...

while his expression hardly shifts, it's easy to see he isn't exactly pleased of the circumstances. ❝ It's only natural to want to escape a place like that, ❞ he reassures, displaying he would not push further for anything in regards to it. after all, he could tell she seemed a little bothered at reminiscing of it. instead, he focuses on the other tidbit she speaks of, arms crossing over his chest.

❝ It's likely a controlled power over this place. They seem to act like gods, but if that were true, then they wouldn't need to bring us here to enact that power. ❞ or so he deems logically, figuring they must be in a specific environment that allows them to throw their weight around without any retaliation. ❝ Has it ever occurred to you that they're lying? Or, perhaps, have been brainwashed into believing they are locals of this place? Maybe this place doesn't have as an extensive history as people are fed to believe. Given we were brought here against our will, we haven't a clue about how they've come to being this state beyond their words. And with our 'overseers' not communicating, it's more than likely they're trying to hide something far deeper. ❞

[sanctummilitis]

Brief, yet perfect to encapsulate what any unfortunate enough to be faced with the Abyss were undoubtedly consumed with. Even one as energetic as Charlie would be whittled away the longer he stayed — and having been condemned there by a figment that was once a source of distress for him wouldn't have helped. The thought of he, or others she knew to be resilient yet bound by the limit of mortal strength, tormented in those depths chilled her blood.

What intentions had the Stars for such a realm? Similarly did the question echo their routine tests upon the land. There must have been greater meaning than tasteless cruelty or unethical curiousity.

Her sight lingered upon the man whilst his speculations sounded themselves. "were that the case, it would beg question as to where they were contained when the city was a wasteland — and that all the most disconcerting possibility they could hold us, or others, in such a space with no knowledge of those here". An uncomfortable pause lingered. "That said... there have been experiments where they have suppressed our memories and allowed believe we were born of this land. It's well within their power to have brainwashed an entire population".

[truemastermind]

OH, SHE WAS APOLOGIZING FOR IT? so she was like that sort of knight, not one of those who would override their oath or respectability regardless of who they spoke with. then again, it wasn't as if this particular girl knew who she was speaking to, let alone the dangers that lurk deep within the body of a cute, excitable woman. ❝ M'hm. I did. But you're sorry? I guess that makes sense you would be, even if none of it was your fault... ❞ after all, it was the catalyst that made it all go wonky, being just the case that held avalon rather than the genuine article itself.

and when she was asked for the reason, well, wasn't it a simple reason? what else would a heroic spirit be utilized for, even to the point that she was willing to use herself to her own ends?

❝ Isn't it obvious? Of course I wanted to rumble in a Holy Grail War. As for your other question... ❞ she leans in a little, arms tucking behind her back as she tilts her head cutely with a curious smile. ❝ Chaldea? Say, would you tell me what that is? ❞

[sanctummilitis]

Perchance the strain of prior months was leading her astray easier — so accustomed to Servants willingly allowing themselves to be called into Chaldea's force, and her own disconnect, that she'd become more focused on that element than that of the relic's compatibility, aware achieving both intended and not-so results hinged on that factor. After all, it wasn't the first time a mage had tried to summon her and failed.

And if not for possessing Avalon itself, she'd doubt either Kiritsugu or Shirou would have succeeded. She had hoped the fields of Grail Wars would be of the past, however the myriad of timelines branching ever-further meant surely there was at least one underway. Her primary concern was hopes that the scene be not Fuyuki, for the city were scorched in its fair share of scars.

Though difficult to read, the girl's behaviour gave no outward cause for suspicion that unfamiliarity with Chaldea were a falsehood. and the ambience about her was... peculiar, but trouble oft made its way to the organisation and the Master at its heart. It might only be a matter of time before the two mages crossed ways. Her lips pursed briefly, knowing their role was of past tense, though reluctant to divulge the great story which would clarify why. It simply would dishonour everything they had accomplished to even attempt summarising.

"Chaldea has been serving the mission of safeguarding humanity's future with the aid of Servants. While they aren't participants in a Holy Grail War, they have been witness to such battles, therefore you needn't behold them as enemies, and they would not regard you as such either".

[stellatiratore]

"I guess," Reinite says as she scratches at the back of her neck. This blonde soldier - the way this person spoke told her they must be something like that - had a lot of praise for pretty much useless old her.

"Well, I kinda got into a habit of helpin' someone... and this place dragged his ass in." Again, another jerk of her head to the Inn. She is cautious about saying its name - she isn't sure what bullfuckery was about, but she is not going to give it more power (if it did get any) by uttering its name.

"So I figured I might as well be out here to help 'im and any other unlucky soul."

Talking without names was starting to get cumbersome. "My name is Reinite. Reinite Roux."

[sanctummilitis]

That feeling... yes, it was a familiar sensation. Separate from the duty of a Servant to protect her Master, she envisioned that trouble must have hounded the woman's companion much like Shirou or Ritsuka. Hands reaching from the shadows to lure or otherwise seize their target irrespective of what force they might face if not taking a more subtle approach.

Not just Radiale, but The Inn itself had snatched up this individual — and that inspired the knot in Saber's stomach as to who else might have been ensnared by this trap. Following the trajectory of the woman's gesture, her vision rotated toward the building, huddled in the mist of distance and its gloomy surroundings, lips thinned with reminder to maintain a level head, not to get swept up with hyper fixating on who might be confined, and better put her mind to use in carving a path through.

"Saber," she responded whilst turning attention back toward the woman. "Arturia Pendragon". While it might have been simpler to provide solely her class, the presence of other Sabers would make contact a headache with just that. their charge was already irritatingly hampered by the Warden's patrol and undetermined threat level. "This individual, what is his name? Once we break inside, I'll pass on word of your attendance if I can locate him".

[supremestance]

SO SHE WAS MORE OF AN ONLOOKER, one who rarely partakes unless it is more of an inclined wish. that was understandable, especially given the commotion regarding many of the festivities and how compact they might be at any given time. whatever the case, she figures it is something nice to indulge in every so often than being the constant outsider, a vague smile coming across her lips in response.

❝ I have not tried it specifically before myself. Pumpkin was not much of a delicacy back in the lands of Amphoreus, at least not in Okhema. It was other fruits and vegetables that took the stage in such a way. ❞ which means this would likely be a tasty treat, so long as her tastebuds were content with the taste and texture. ❝ I would be delighted in sampling such a thing together. Which means it is prominent we begin carving it so we can reach that final goal. ❞ and, as such, aglaea reaches over to one of them, pulling it closer and selecting one of the myriad of utensils to begin.

[sanctummilitis]

Saber's head bobbed whilst taking in the information, holding back from asking where, if any, pumpkin might have been the specialty. Amphoreus... the name resonated as something she felt had been in the air before — not a location she had been summoned but...

perhaps she had heard of it in passing somewhere. But that could be query for another time, not about to delay the two of them any longer.

"Agreed. I shall hold it in place to prevent any sudden movement which might ruin your work," she proposed, pressing down on the edges of the pumpkin from an upper angle which would provide room still to craft an opening to hollow the body. "It's quite remarkable what artists can do on such a canvas, their talent is enviable".

[dearestar]

"Ah, damn. I'll need a job, won't I?"

It's something he ruminates on under his breath: the illusion of perfect prince slightly broken here, replaced with someone who looks more than slightly cranky about the concept which flickered across his mind like a dimly lit streetlamp.

A foot taps against the ground as he walks, not even considering where he's going anymore, nearly kicking the stones beneath him. A petulant child, truly, as he thumps unceremoniously into another person: and instantly, he pulls his demeanor from the pits of hell and whips together a semi-polished, forcibly apologetic look. (Ah, damn. What a way to make a fool of himself.)

"Apologies, I wasn't...looking, or bothering with my surroundings... Here. Give me your hands, I'll pull you up. Didn't scrape yourself?"

@sanctummilitis

[sanctummilitis]

the coming of eve brought with it deliberation as to where she should patrol tonight. What had admittedly begun as a walk for Carlo had spun into aimless wander, thoughts of various source and severity springing to mind, meaning the canine remained in her company. It wasn't a bad thing — he was well-trained and she'd allow no harm to come to him should they encounter any miscreant.

A palm ran between the dog's ears, smoothing his head with a smile. He might have plenty of room on the base and be content to laze around home alone — Mashu was always nearby if he desired companionship — but the opportunity presented was one she'd eagerly take for a change of pace.

Preoccupied they both in the moment, attention to their surroundings had fallen to the wayside, allowing the wanderer to connect with the knight, whose focus on not landing atop Carlo had her stumble to the side and a clear descent.

"No, you are not at fault — my thoughts were elsewhere," she answered, turning her sights up to appropriately acknowledge the guest, as she should have to prevent the incident. Though upon meeting mirrored jade hues, Saber found herself momentarily frozen.

—Ar... thur?

[curseshared]

"I've thought about moving, but I don't live alone, so it would have to be a family decision." In other words, she has yet to broach the topic with anyone. "And it's not that bad, they're not crowding our yard just yet."

[sanctummilitis]

That would indeed complicate matters. And Charlie's base was a rather unique case of being mobile — most structures were as traditional, fixed to the ground, ruling out relocating within the area.

"Perhaps the mists will unfurl and grant access to an additional area before that be a true concern. The number of Branches has grown to be quite plentiful".

[stellatiratore]

"So far," Reinite answers. "I think there's vessels somewhere here, just not local to this dock." She looks back at the Inn, again, her mouth becoming a thin line - worry or disgust, who could know.

"But I don't think I've ran into anything outside here, you're the first soul I've seen." The pirate answers easily, knowing that while it would have been better to keep her hand close to her chest - this situation didn't call for it.

"I'm not much for medical assist or anything else. I can swim, though. I know how to run a boat. I can carry at least a person, maybe, but that's all I know what I can do here."

[sanctummilitis]

The report offered good and bad news in equal — for the woman to have not sighted another suggested this area be free of hazards to an evacuation route. However, could they not locate a vessel, that positive was moot — they would arrive at a dead-end, gathered for easy recapture.

Concentrating on that caveat would waste time and distract putting thought to more use. "Then this area would be of your expertise — it would be wisest to leave it under your jurisdiction". Judged by her reluctance to disclose her efficiency in offensive action, Saber was left to interpret it lacking, whether as standard or result of the Stars' system. nevertheless, her strengths evidently lie elsewhere.

"There are sure to be some within the Inn capable of managing injuries. Even if not, among us on the outside, someone will possess the skill required. It might not sound much, but your skill in steering a vessel away will be vital for getting them out of the Warden's reach. And a great number at once, whereas the most we on the ground could lead would be one or two at most. We're most fortunate you're here".

[animepopheart]

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[sanctummilitis]

"It's always 'abolish the monarchy' like we're an inherit evil. Some of us tried".

[curseshared]

"The Mistwood has been a rather popular destination lately... sort of defeats the purpose of living in a remote forest, doesn't it?"

[sanctummilitis]

"one would presume the creatures lurking deeper within the forest would ward some away, but it would seem their desire to put distance from the city's hubs of activity supersedes the risks. Perhaps ironically, it could be a growing population that makes some take second thought".

[pavlovianpoet]

"Y-you're giving me way too much credit." Yuri rebuts, face quickly flushing from the flattery. It was practically hard coded in her to ask, so to be praised for an offer she found lame was embarrassing. Of a good sort, but it made her flutter the same.

She recomposes herself and nods, offering a meek smile.

"That would be lovely. Pastries always go wonderfully with tea, I learned that from the Literature club. I shall look forward to it." "W-well I suppose this is where we part. Take care, and good luck out there! Um, I'll catch up with you when this is all over." Yuri opens the door and returns to her safe haven, paying Saber one last thankful smile before the door closes. It feels so long from now, but she has what she needs to weather the storm.

[sanctummilitis]

"On the contrary — you don't give yourself enough".

A sentiment that might easily be turned on her, but Yuri were an ordinary student, not a hero born and raised with a grand purpose in mind. Battle and carnage were a distant nightmare for her — or they were supposed to be. And in spite of the terror, she hadn't surrendered to weakness and rolled over, waiting for death to consume her. That alone exemplified the strength of those who hadn't power to regain, who were perceived 'as weak' as the day the arrived here, no matter how long they would be here, watching others becoming whole when they had in essence always been.

"I look forward to hearing about your friends, and the life you ought to be living in peace".

The Servant nodded, signing off on Yuri's well wishes and channelling them in return. The smile that flickered like a ray of sunshine breaking through an overcast sky softened her, enthusiastic to see it once more, full and unreserved. with the door safely shut, her attention turned outward, gaze hardened against the silhouettes of distant structures lingering within the fog. By the force of her Mana Burst, the knight departed with a thunderous launch, charging back out to find any others holding out for help.

[anghexescu]

Klaus hears her; he also listens in on anything else that may give him some information.

"I'm fully unlocked," he answers, eyes on her with a resolve to help in any and all ways that he can. "We can continue avoiding the warden and seek out others who are out here to help us."

Klaus motions for Saber to continue following when he hears the Warden walking closer. It makes a low and terrifying wheezing noise.

He waits for the warden to walk by, then proceeds to speak,

"Those trapped have the same abilities unlocked, but they're stronger because of some mysterious boost from the Warden."

[sanctummilitis]

Its mere presence emitted an unnerving ambience, a nightmare stalking the grounds with power to terrify those with anything less than an iron will. It made for understanding why Klaus' priority was to gather more allies before engaging directly — as powerful as they may be, they'd yet to grasp the Warden's abilities. such as the dangerous prospect it might possess a home-field advantage that could entrap them and only add to the situation.

"You've gathered a great deal of information about those trapped inside. But you weren't inside yourself, would that be correct to assume? Have you been communicating with one of the captives — someone you know, who the Warden has stolen away?" Her eyes fell to her left hand, where extracting her phone could be a means of test (she'd presumed any lines would be cut to further separate those inside and out), yet doing so would produce even a tiny light that may give away their position, making it far too risky a gamble.

"so what you're saying is that once we break inside, we'll need to verify those we encounter are the true versions of those waiting, and not copies who would attack once our guard is lowered believing the danger is passed".

[truemastermind]

OF COURSE SHE CAN'T RECALL. in the end, they had never met one another to begin with, all thanks to that foolish blond saber who took her place. rather than it being arthur pendragon, it was somebody she couldn't care the slightest for, dragging down her enjoyment of the holy grail war just a smidgen. and while she still could appreciate it for what it was, that didn't mean she wasn't a little bit saddened by the tragedy of it all.

regardless, she shakes her head enthusiastically at the apologies given. ❝ There's no way I would mistake you for anyone else, ❞ she speaks confidently, one hand pressing to her chest as if to declare her sincerity in such.

❝ That's right, that's right. ❞ there would be no harm in admitting that much, would it? it wasn't as if this was some elaborate holy grail war in itself. ❝ I wondered so much what it would be like if you'd been summoned! But you didn't answer. It was someone else. Probably because of the catalyst, y'know? I guess you can't be vague about it when you're wanting something specific. ❞

[sanctummilitis]

So it had been a summoning intended for her to answer — and one that went unheard. If she recalled correctly, Rin had also attempted to call the knight as the Fifth War geared up to begin. How bitterly ironic that it would be the one who intentionally succeeded would be a man with whom she was incompatible.

"My apologies for failing to adhere your summon. Though it sounds as if you acquired a Servant in the end". Were her suspicions about the other Saber true, then the mage had the comfort of her companion. Though how would he feel to see her reaction at the one whom he'd replace?

She had wonder if the young woman had intended to participate in a Holy Grail War, and if so, its location. Perhaps of another timeline, though in any case, Saber had her hopes Fuyuki would not be its host. after the scars of that city, having decimated the Grail atop its mountainous backdrop, her desire was to see it and its people at peace. "For what reason did you see a Heroic Spirit? And might you be familiar with the name Chaldea?"

[anghexescu]

"Not yet. But there are people trapped in the inn. They can't escape." Which is a problem. "From what I understood from one of the stars, we have to help them escape. Whatever means necessary." If he could have his way, he'd want people to be able to reconcile with their past selves. Life wasn't that easy, though. Things were complicated, dangerous, and filled with tragedy.

He leads Saber through carefully.

The Warden is tall and lengthy, with long black hair that covers its face. Long nails graze along the walls as it walks barefoot among the mossy greens.

It's not near, but even with its slow and steady movements, it moves quick enough. Klaus waits for Saber when he's found a place to keep hidden.

"We should be safe here for the time being."

They have yet to be spotted by the Warden, but it is nearby.

"Whatever powers we currently have unlocked, I believe so do our past selves. That goes for the ones trapped as well."

[sanctummilitis]

The ghoulish appearance of the Warden exemplified the dangers it was sure to pose if opposed directly in battle. A monstrous entity with ability to cancel out the perceived hindrances that its unkempt state might propose — those nails, for example, so long that they could interfere in close-quarters, carved through material like swords.

His information was a promising start — as one with her abilities recovered in full, she couldn't determine by any chance within, so to hear they remained bound could prove a silver lining. Were they unrestricted, contending with The Warden might prove a far easier trial, as would breaking out for those inside.

"And how much strength have you?" Eyes were sharpened in the direction of the behemoth skulking the grounds. "with my other self, we could keep that creature occupied. The Stars have returned all they took away, so our chances may be favourable. However, we would need to keep it busy for an extended period so those charged with releasing the captives could gather and lead them out safely.

As a Servant, I could prolong the battle, although having others on the battlefield would prove beneficial — particularly when we aren't certain how long the inside team would need to rescue everyone. Which side of the assault would you be best suited?"

[stellatiratore]

Reinite relaxes, but only enough to let her hands fall to her sides, as the blonde before her speaks. She wishes she had her truth sight back, again, as she scans the other - trying to see if she could find any tells. There were none. Reinite will have to just trust her gut on this one, despite the dread sinking in.

"More or less," the silver-haired girl answers, "but I haven't tried stepping inside that." She jerks her head towards the Inn, the disdain evident in her voice on the word "that."

"Every one of my senses is screaming danger, so I'm sticking here for now. I have yet to find a way to secure a boat or anything... and yet the dock's just here unguarded." Reinite states as she puts her hands on her hips, the plastic on her gloves' knuckles noticeable in the light.

"Have you been inside yet?"

Maybe this person saw Lorene - and if they did... would they know how he was doing?

[sanctummilitis]

Their wariness of the Inn proved a mutual sense, Saber herself recognised that tackling the issue at hand without proper planning would result only in complicating the situation. while the status of those inside were unknown, the Stars would not be about to endanger their subjects too greatly. Their announcement had expressed, while an error, this occasion wasn't the result of malicious tampering. Jade lingered on the structure, imprisoning an undetermined number within its walls.

"No, not yet. I've been assessing the surrounding area to best judge routes of attack and evacuation. the Warden should not be underestimated, yet provoking him solo in order to observe his capabilities would not be a wise move".

Her right hand turned, the palm wherein Excalibur's hilt would manifest remained empty for the time being. "My Noble Phantasm is out of the question — its range of damage would engulf the Inn and everyone inside". While it was a limitation, that didn't necessarily grant their enemy the upper hand. Her sight hovered about the woman's fist, acknowledging the limitations put upon the other. Nevertheless, she answered the call — an admirable determination must have spurned her here.

"You say this dock is unmanned? That leaves us with the possibility no vessel remains to be found. This would be a preferable means of getting them to safety in the case there should be those injured and exhausted". Her lips thinned — if the docks were a dead-end, they need work quick to determine an alternative escape.