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exsiliumlogs2013-02-19 05:46 pm
autocratic) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-02-19 05:46 pm
[OPEN] yellow beauty burns gold
Date & Time: 19th; morning-afternoon - training hours
Location: Training Facilities, around the city
Characters: Red Saber and you!
Summary: Testing her capabilities as a Servant in this realm, Saber goes to the tianing facilities to seek out any potentially exciting sparring partners. Afterwards, she can be seen wandering around the Hold, possibly in search of some materials.
Warnings: PG-13
A
[ Whack! Thwack!
The sounds repeat for several moments of a wooden blade beating against a training dummy, echoing slightly from the power put into the blows. One elaborately dressed woman in red can be seen today performing a "dance" with the blade in hand. It isn't long when she stops, though, and pulls away from the training dummy. The dummy is sufficiently mangled and dented, and it's a wonder the practice blade in her hands hasn't been torn apart.
Saber lets out an irritable huff. ] Would I hope for better craftsmanship, but that would be asking too much of my "managers."
[ It's a mutter to herself before Saber turns to look around within the facility. Never mind wanting better equipment, she'd want better sparring partners. Surely there must be someone here to catch her eye, to challenge her with good sportsmanship in mind for her to bring out her true instrument of her class.
Who will it be? ]
B
[ After that workout, Saber is busy wandering the city streets, getting a better look at the land she calls, well-- not "home." Temporary prison would put a better ring to it.
She wanders here and there, seeing how the people live. Sometimes she takes to higher ground and watches, but that proves to be boring pretty fast. She has a mind to go to the area where the markets are being held. Perhaps they might have tools and instruments she could play around with... Called for battle, yes. But she was an artist as well! In fact, it almost galls her how long she hadn't practiced that important facet of her person.
Tool search commences! ]
Location: Training Facilities, around the city
Characters: Red Saber and you!
Summary: Testing her capabilities as a Servant in this realm, Saber goes to the tianing facilities to seek out any potentially exciting sparring partners. Afterwards, she can be seen wandering around the Hold, possibly in search of some materials.
Warnings: PG-13
A
[ Whack! Thwack!
The sounds repeat for several moments of a wooden blade beating against a training dummy, echoing slightly from the power put into the blows. One elaborately dressed woman in red can be seen today performing a "dance" with the blade in hand. It isn't long when she stops, though, and pulls away from the training dummy. The dummy is sufficiently mangled and dented, and it's a wonder the practice blade in her hands hasn't been torn apart.
Saber lets out an irritable huff. ] Would I hope for better craftsmanship, but that would be asking too much of my "managers."
[ It's a mutter to herself before Saber turns to look around within the facility. Never mind wanting better equipment, she'd want better sparring partners. Surely there must be someone here to catch her eye, to challenge her with good sportsmanship in mind for her to bring out her true instrument of her class.
Who will it be? ]
B
[ After that workout, Saber is busy wandering the city streets, getting a better look at the land she calls, well-- not "home." Temporary prison would put a better ring to it.
She wanders here and there, seeing how the people live. Sometimes she takes to higher ground and watches, but that proves to be boring pretty fast. She has a mind to go to the area where the markets are being held. Perhaps they might have tools and instruments she could play around with... Called for battle, yes. But she was an artist as well! In fact, it almost galls her how long she hadn't practiced that important facet of her person.
Tool search commences! ]
w is for wat because type-moon
After a few exchanged blows, she may be able to tell one very unique thing: the sword isn't invisible. If it was, then wouldn't the sparks themselves be impossible to see? When it gets too close to her face, the torrent of wind can be felt up close, swirling around something thin. ]
Tired yet? We could stop at any time.
x is for xxx waifu game
[ In a sudden bid of near madness or genius, Saber attempts a lock of their blades to use for her advantage. Once there, she uses her better strength to push forward, the longsword screeching against hers as it slides upon the metal and up to the guard. Knowing she'd catch on, Saber quickly scrapes back, trying to get the exact length--
Nope. Too soon. But she's got a better estimate.
The next strained moments have them both at odds: one attempting to unveil the secret of the invisible weapon, the other attempting to hide it. So concentrated in their efforts, they don't realize the very earth around them is transforming according to their exchanged blows.
There's a few nicks exchanged between them here and there, and it's only enduring a cut along her shoulder does Saber get another idea and moves into a more defensive stance, waiting. ]
y is for #YOLO!!!!
[ A woman of few words to match her short stature, Saber keeps her focus on her assault. Sooner or later her opponent will give and only then will she strike with everything she has. Every move she makes is calculated as though there's another instinct pushing her along towards victory inch by inch.
Suddenly she pulls apart after blood is drawn? It causes Saber to pause at least. ]
'tis but a scratch. [ Soon enough, she's leaping back towards her with a boost from Invisible Air with the hope that it'll do. ]
z is zero chance people will let us rp ever again
Her eyes lock on her own sword, though, possibly gliding underneath the wayward wind. Just a little bit more-- ]
Kuh!
[ There, Saber feels the slight tip of steel digging into her arm-- before her own jerks her blade upward to knock the other Saber's sword aside. Despite the injury, when Saber steps back and clutches at her bleeding limb, she's smiling. ]
Mmm, so that is the length of your blade. A two-handed sword, is it?
[ It was a good, coincidental foresight that Aestus Estus is longer in length than the sword her opponent wields. Though it had better uses, to use it as a ruler, well. ]
now you know our abc's
[ Saber waits as a knight would for her to regain her composure for their spar. ]
You are right. A two-handed blade. A weapon of many knights.
won't you come and mana transfer with me
You show your true mannerisms on the field of battle. How you remind me of a knight I met within the War I came from. Gallant and poised as he was, he proved no more than a blind lap dog to a princeling. If I could make the Sun fall, little else remain safe.
[ There was something in Saber's tone and stance that suggested she's now going to stop holding back. Knowing the length of the blade, she won't misjudge distances. No more testing the waters now. ]
nfg;lhfghfth okay my shit is lost i can't keep it up anymore
Sir Gawain.
[ His name spills forth with the regal glory a king would have when speaking of someone they're proud of, but for Saber it was more personal. Gawain was the known nephew of King Arthur and to hear this woman call him a dog was insult to her blood.
Therefore it was an insult to her.
An insult directed at the king was one directed towards the country as well.
No one was permitted to insult Britain before it's Forever King. With a scream, it felt as though prana itself was expelling straight from her body with the intent of knocking her down before her blade ever met her person. ]
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He is a knight, but he shames the value of others who share his title. Do not think I slew him without good reason beyond the Grail - he needed to be shown a lesson for insulting an emperor, and leading his lord to ruin.
So what say you?
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Unleashing Invisible Air, she doesn't use it to bolster her own speed as she stands still but instead aims it towards the other woman with the full intent of trying to knock her down. ]
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She needs distance for something - something big, that much for sure. Her woman's intuition wouldn't lie in this case, and briefly, she thinks about whether or not she should summon her Theater... ]
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Especially when the edges of the sword light up with gold as she lets it dangle towards the earth in thought. She's hesitant in something, in whatever she plans, but she thinks of her words. ]
Sir Gawain--[ She shouts loud enough for her to hear. ]--will be avenged on this very day for his death. For he did nothing to bring his lord to ruin, so this blade says!
[ The blade shines. Within it is the dream all warriors, past, present and future hold as their death approach. It shows as spirits rise up from the soil itself as though Saber were calling on the warriors of this land they were listening as though she were their king. Their sad, exalted dreams were being carried up within the sword which grows brighter by the second. Here she will carry their will alongside her pride, bidding them to remain steadfast in their loyalty.
Now, the undefeated king sings aloud the name of the miracle she holds in her hand. ]
EXCALIBUR!
[ While she is capable of using it for mass destruction, the beam that heads straight towards the one clad in red is thinner with less destructive power behind it. Saber's a Servant, yes, but one with limits. So long as she remains in a broken pact with Shirou Emiya, she will always be held back.
Even with those limitations in play, the land of Britain stands by their king. ]
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This is it.
Even if she attempts to close the distance now, it'd be too late; the risk outweighs the reward, and if she tries to get it point blank in hopes that the attack might throw off her opponent with a recoil, it'd be a fat chance. She didn't have any outward skills or Noble Phantasms that were primarily defensive, and yet-- ]
Tch! As though you were the only one who he led the path to loss for!
[ The very land is responding to that Noble Phantasm. Dodging's out of the question. In that case-- ]
I call upon the Muses! Protect this one's majestic soul in her hour of need!
[ In a flutter and twirl, Saber draws her sword close to her being, which dissipates in an aura of red energy as the magic is cast and she offers that essence to the skies above. Unfortunately, she couldn't hear the name of the Noble Phantasm being cast over her incantation. Fortunately, it kicks in just in time as the energy collides into her body with the force of an errant missile. ]
Agghk--!
[ Such strength. Wondrous power nearly threatens to shatter her being. She blanks out, surely having died on her very spot, and when the dust and winds clear and calm, her ravaged form could be spotted lying face down on the ground, unmoving.
If there were spectators, the victor would have been made clear. Her opponent might even have a moment to declare the match hers. However, not a moment or two passes does Saber's body twitch. That prayer she sent to the gods starts taking into effect. Though it pains the very fiber of her being, Saber manages to stand on her own two feet, glaring. ]
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I need to return to my Master's side.
[ She calmly speaks out towards Saber. That anger is gone and instead is replaced with stoicism. ] Before he worries.
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Then go - truly, this was an enlightening match. [ Wheeze. ] What your connection to that knight... I will ruminate as I recover.
Fare you well.