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mayfield_rpg2012-04-20 05:04 pm
lyres) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-20 05:04 pm
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Ⅰ The King has entered the building
[ It was early in the morning when Nero opened her eyes. She was in bed with someone else. She didn't know who, and in her still fuzzy mind, she honestly didn't care. All she cared about was that she wasn't too far from her own room, considering it was always a pain to slip back to her quarters without having half the Roman empire notice. Maybe they were in her room already? No, this bed wasn't even as half as royal as her bed, she knew that. This thing on the mattress wasn't silk. She really should open her eyes, yes, but it was warm and she was at ease.
But then again, last thing she remembered had nothing to do with Rome, or being alive for that matter. What it was? There was an increasingly nagging pressure at the back of her head. It was important, and it didn't have to do with the man she was sleeping with. It had to do...with her Master.
Right, her Master. Her beloved Hakuno. Or had that been a dream? Maybe she had drank too much wine and dreamt not only of her death, but also of her rise to Glory as a Servant -what a weird choice of words-, and maybe she had dreamt of that oddly dressed, meek girl she had grown to cherish every minute they had spent together. And now...now...
Nero, no, Saber opened her eyes, and was amazed, then surprised, and all the while naked. Morning in 505 Ricardo Street suddenly took a turn for the noisy, with things being flung around and a very confused droned husband being left unconscious and locked in a closet. Good morning. ]
Ａ． Ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ， ｌｏｃｋｅｄ ｔｏ ５０５ Ｒｉｃａｒｄｏ Ｓｔｒｅｅｔ．
[ Saber is cooking, your argument is invalid.
She's also carefully avoiding everything in the house that shows her being all wifey to the dude she was sleeping with. And is that Hakuno? Saber is too scared to check the other rooms, not that she would accept she is scared, shut up. For now, she's fixing herself from breakfast, and doing extra for whoever might need to be fed as an apology. If she feels like untying her fake hubby. Maybe.
She's humming. ]
Ｂ． Ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｔｏｗｎ， ｍｏｓｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｄａｙ． Ｏｐｅｎ ｔｏ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ．
[ Being the amazing person she is, Saber has taken to explore the city, but not before modifying the ridiculous clothes she had been given into something a lot easier to deal with. Shorter skirts and less restraining shirts, boys and girls. She can found either staring at pets, buildings, or other people. Perhaps you? You don't even need to look weird, just...be around. Her walking is taking her all over Mayfield, but she's not entering any place just yet. ]
Ｃ． Ｐｈｏｎｅ． Ｅｖｅｎｉｎｇ． Ｏｐｅｎ ｔｏ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ．
Greetings, Mayfield. You will call me Saber.
I'm not impressed.
But then again, last thing she remembered had nothing to do with Rome, or being alive for that matter. What it was? There was an increasingly nagging pressure at the back of her head. It was important, and it didn't have to do with the man she was sleeping with. It had to do...with her Master.
Right, her Master. Her beloved Hakuno. Or had that been a dream? Maybe she had drank too much wine and dreamt not only of her death, but also of her rise to Glory as a Servant -what a weird choice of words-, and maybe she had dreamt of that oddly dressed, meek girl she had grown to cherish every minute they had spent together. And now...now...
Nero, no, Saber opened her eyes, and was amazed, then surprised, and all the while naked. Morning in 505 Ricardo Street suddenly took a turn for the noisy, with things being flung around and a very confused droned husband being left unconscious and locked in a closet. Good morning. ]
Ａ． Ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ， ｌｏｃｋｅｄ ｔｏ ５０５ Ｒｉｃａｒｄｏ Ｓｔｒｅｅｔ．
[ Saber is cooking, your argument is invalid.
She's also carefully avoiding everything in the house that shows her being all wifey to the dude she was sleeping with. And is that Hakuno? Saber is too scared to check the other rooms, not that she would accept she is scared, shut up. For now, she's fixing herself from breakfast, and doing extra for whoever might need to be fed as an apology. If she feels like untying her fake hubby. Maybe.
She's humming. ]
Ｂ． Ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｔｏｗｎ， ｍｏｓｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｄａｙ． Ｏｐｅｎ ｔｏ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ．
[ Being the amazing person she is, Saber has taken to explore the city, but not before modifying the ridiculous clothes she had been given into something a lot easier to deal with. Shorter skirts and less restraining shirts, boys and girls. She can found either staring at pets, buildings, or other people. Perhaps you? You don't even need to look weird, just...be around. Her walking is taking her all over Mayfield, but she's not entering any place just yet. ]
Ｃ． Ｐｈｏｎｅ． Ｅｖｅｎｉｎｇ． Ｏｐｅｎ ｔｏ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ．
Greetings, Mayfield. You will call me Saber.
I'm not impressed.
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[Well, Enkidu was his familiar back in his world, at least.]
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[And by closet, he means a real wooden closet.]
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That's great. Tell me when you start getting regains.
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[Or at least, she was one of the few women who agreed to his proposals.]
Last Saber I talked to turned out to be Gawain, and he was overly serious about everything. And the last Lancer I talked to turned out to be the dog kid, you know, the choo-choo-ka-choo one. I met him when he was depressed and crying, so not very fun.
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Ah, Gawain. He is quite a character, don't you think? ] Beat him seven ways to Sunday, that guy. ]
Just how many other Heroic Spirits are stuck here, I wonder?
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Dunno. We have plenty of people who run around claiming to be heroes, but really few that actually meet the qualifications. Like, they're all mortals, or they weren't born in the times of myths. I like how they're proactive, but sometimes they seem really reckless, taking on things beyond their power.