#sanctummilitis 01

[hanabisays]

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“So...You’ve been here a long time?” It’s still crazy. The thought of someone actually having been here for SO long. Kugisaki wonders...She wonders if this lady remembers what her home is like. People sometime forgot, didn’t they? When they spent SO much time away? 

“What do you know about this place?”

[falsifaed]

And like the turning of a page, one familiar face gives way to another. It’s the same gold blonde and royal blue; the style different but the figure still the same. The timing is off, and it’s certainly not the best place for anything reminiscent of a reunion ( nevermind everything else after the fact ). But, details. Consider this a post-credit scene, if anything. “Artoria--!”

No, not that Artoria. Anything about that Artoria. “Oh.” Ah, so that’s how it is. A beat. Then: “Wrong one! Retreat! Retreat!”

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[ocenon]

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Generally, Richard's head tends to be on a constant swivel looking for anyone he knows from the Grail War that may have inadvertently gotten pulled in without his realization. He knows it's probably a losing game in the long run, but he'd rather keep trekking down that futile road than leave Ayaka or anyone else stranded for any longer than humanly possible.

So, the idea of anyone else recognizable appearing doesn't even cross his mind as he happens see Saber across the way, seemingly going on his way when –

...

...

Hang on a second.

He's immediately rooted in place as realization dawns on him, fully incapable of hiding a shocked expression on his face. There's no way he'd forget what the King of Knights looks like, for as long as he was alive, and for her to be here is...

He can't even compute that, as he just dumbly stands there in utter disbelief.

[draoidhean]

It's her, the Saber servant. The one he had ordered Diarmuid to kill before their battle was so rudely interrupted- ah, Kayneth was not meant to be a killer. Diarmuid knew that, hadn't he? For all their struggles, they knew much more about each other- and left those things unsaid. However, to see this servant again ... ⎛ Ah, he had always been a little jealous of those who held the attention of the ones he wished would look his way ... ⎠

❝ Saber ... ❞

Had she been summoned without a master? Or was hers still lurking nearby? With most of his magecraft sealed away, he couldn't detect anyone else around them. And he ... couldn't call Diarmuid here, could he? The crimson seals had become more like faint burn scars ⎛ the war was long since over now. Deep in his heart, he knows ⎠ and all he has left are distant memories. He remembers a gunshot and a searing pain, and then there's fragments of things that he knows must've happened, but at the same time, he could never imagine himself doing.

Saber's master had been a person without any honor. Someone dangerous, someone who had no qualms using underhanded tactics. Kayneth could call Kiritsugu a natural enemy- he saw no path where he would ever see eye-to-eye with the other. It was a contradiction to the servant summoned, because Saber had held herself with honor and pride. He liked that about her ⎛ and thought it a pity that she'd have to die if he wanted his wish. ⎠

❝ When we last met, it was on a stage set for battle- for bloodshed and death. It is ... not so terrible to see you outside of that setting. Lancer always spoke highly of you. ❞

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[stoicstoryteller]

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“I suppose you can’t go wrong with a hot chocolate in this weather, but as for whether it’s good for my voice…” He sighs, nursing the cup of cocoa anyway, figuring just one won’t hurt. He’ll have to make a cup of tea with ingredients that would be sure to soothe his throat later on.

“Also, pardon if it’s a bit forward but I’d like a friend to walk through the market stalls with— would you be open to it?” They’ve only just met but it’s the best ice breaker he can think of, trying to branch out a bit to meet new people despite his reservations when he first arrived here due to the unfamiliarity of the city.

[faechivalrous]

Many of the creatures this 'Demon King' had elected to send against them had been weaklings, little more than chaff--in other words, not particularly worth mentioning. That which presumably required little effort to spawn, required similarly little effort to dispatch, with each one disposed of being one less to threaten those her duty charged her to protect.

This current beast was not one of those weaklings; for one thing, it even stood a good few inches above her own height, cutting an imposing figure, but besides that, it seemed very much familiar with how to use the sickle-like blades comprising its arms, mounting an assault that had Barghest, for the moment, on the defensive.

"This is a little more like it. Come!" She barked, deflecting another slice from the creature as she spoke. "The strong eat the strong--that is the way of nature! Perhaps you'll make a worthy foe yet!"

Brave words, but to act on them she would have to find a way out from under the monster's relentless blows.

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