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[godlyreigns]

 I - [phone, evening]

[She'd held off long enough. The last time she'd made a call was her first day in the town, three or so months ago. She didn't like using the phone lines in general, and she certainly didn't like appearing weak. 

But it was getting serious.

From the November event, she remembers getting dragged off by the cannibals after attempting to divert attention from Sakura, from the person she cared the most about in the world...and it had worked, but at a price. She'd been killed. Eaten. Ripped apart and eaten while still partially conscious. 

Part of her wondered if that was how her sisters' suitors felt when she came upon them with daggers and teeth, so many years back. 

It was a sensitive subject, to say the least.]

Pardon. [Her voice sounds the same as usual, but there's an odd almost squishy sound, as though she's got water or something in the back of her throat.] I seem to have been revisited by the wounds I received last November, much like others I have heard today.

[She coughs, painfully, and the watery sound in her voice only increases.] If anyone is aware of a method of binding severe cuts and gouges, please inform me. I would appreciate the [hack-hack-cough] advice.

II - [around town - near midnight]

[Sometime only a smidgeon near mightnight, Rider starts wandering around. It didn't feel good to lie in her bed and wallow in pain. She'd felt worse before (granted, she'd had her divinity-embellished body and Servant status), so it was no excuse to mope.

Except she only seems to be making herself feel worse. 

Anywhere around the town, you can see Rider a) kind of staggering around, blood dripping from her coat sleeves, but generally keeping her composure, 2) half doubled-over on the ground, the bleeding apparently getting worse, 3) flat-out lying in the snow. Blood. Everywhere, man. I WARNED YOU ABOUT THEM CANNIBALS, BRO.]

Comments

[godlyreigns]

I am as well in health as I will get. It could be worse.

[She only briefly glances at him before opening her mouth once more.] And you're one to talk.

[macebronia]

I would fight for my comrades until every bone in my body was broken! We are all part of the same army, here.

[godlyreigns]

[Rider sighs.] Perhaps you would. But I am in no worse shape than you yourself are.

[macebronia]

Still, as a king, I cannot let one who would fight under me die like this.

[He offers one (1) HUGE HAND. DO YOU TAKE IT.]

[godlyreigns]

I've endured worse.

[But she does take it.]

Now is one of the more appropriate moments to swallow my pride.

[macebronia]

[He helps her up with his only good hand. He can't really effectively ride a chariot or his horse with only one good hand, so he'll just offer to help her to the hospital]

For a king, there is never a moment to do so, I am afraid.

[godlyreigns]

Then perhaps it was for the best that I was never royalty. [Which she says with a vague hint of amusement, despite the pain and ~*~BLEEDING~*~]

[macebronia]

Who wouldn't want to be royalty? It is a king's duty to be admired.

[and Rider smiles, finally introducing himself to this other Rider]

Alexander, King of Conquerors, at your service. Or Rider.

[godlyreigns]

[Her eyebrows raise a bit, but she doesn't seem all too surprised.]

Ahh, I have been told about you. My name is also Rider. I come from the Fifth War.

[macebronia]

Fourth War here. My Master is in this town in as well, even though we do not have that contract back yet.

Regardless of our statuses, he is my most trusted comrade and friend. Nothing will ever change that.

[godlyreigns]

[Her shoulders seem to sink.]

...I see. My own was here for only a few weeks. [Unspoken words: before she was unceremoniously droned.]

[macebronia]

[Rider actually feels bad for her. He doesn't know what he'd do if Waver was droned.]
That is quite unfortunate...I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have my Master's constant complaining...

[He does laugh a little though. His world -would- be a lot quieter without Waver complaining all of the time]