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tvklogs2012-09-28 02:39 am
ex_cashcow493) wrote in tvklogs2012-09-28 02:39 am
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the hero nobody knows; (OPEN)
WHO: Saber (Arturia) & whatever innocent bystanders get sucked in
WHAT:After clearing a bunch of trash mobs, Saber's stuck fighting a mid-boss. Unexpectedly being bested by a Shadow who uses an ability she knows nothing about.
WHEN: Dark Hour of September 28th
WHERE: Streets
RATING: PG-13
It had been a busy few days for Saber; between the Shadows tricking the people of this land and tending to those who found themselves wounded (herself included), it was becoming apparent that she was being taxed to her limits. No matter. As one who swore the oath of a knight, she had to stick to those promises by protecting everyone she could. Saber's strength wasn't the cause of the numbers that sought her out directly though, oh no, that had to do with the many ghosts who followed her every day in this land.
When she happened upon Shirou Emiya, it was impossible to tell if he had been there for her or if he was the one responsible for Issei's downfall. No matter, it had been easy enough for her to deliver the killing blow with her sword. Kiritsugu Emiya had been an easier kill for startling her lady the days prior and for everything he's inflicted upon her before. Each kill became easier for the King of Knights as she went through every single one of the Knights of the Round Table, from Gawain to Lancelot, from Mordred to Kay.
Why even sweet and kind Sir Bedivere met his end without any hesitation.
With a tattered gown that desperately needed to be mended, Saber stood on top of a building tall enough to overlook the district she was in. Perched alongside her would be a bright red dragon, screaming out towards the sky with a roar that made the gusts of wind pick up.
"Find the rest." An order issued to the dragon met only one thing; this magnificent beast must be the Persona for the King of Knights. Rarely seen and even used less, she never called upon him until this week. Collapsed down to catch her breath, Saber wouldn't pick up on the presence nearby until they began to speak.
So for those who happened to be near her might be treated to an interesting sight. A barren wasteland covered in swords and with turning gears in the cloudy sky, although it seems none of the weapons are strong enough to be used.
Saber (Arturia) & whatever innocent bystanders get sucked inWHAT:
WHEN: Dark Hour of September 28th
WHERE: Streets
RATING: PG-13
It had been a busy few days for Saber; between the Shadows tricking the people of this land and tending to those who found themselves wounded (herself included), it was becoming apparent that she was being taxed to her limits. No matter. As one who swore the oath of a knight, she had to stick to those promises by protecting everyone she could. Saber's strength wasn't the cause of the numbers that sought her out directly though, oh no, that had to do with the many ghosts who followed her every day in this land.
When she happened upon Shirou Emiya, it was impossible to tell if he had been there for her or if he was the one responsible for Issei's downfall. No matter, it had been easy enough for her to deliver the killing blow with her sword. Kiritsugu Emiya had been an easier kill for startling her lady the days prior and for everything he's inflicted upon her before. Each kill became easier for the King of Knights as she went through every single one of the Knights of the Round Table, from Gawain to Lancelot, from Mordred to Kay.
Why even sweet and kind Sir Bedivere met his end without any hesitation.
With a tattered gown that desperately needed to be mended, Saber stood on top of a building tall enough to overlook the district she was in. Perched alongside her would be a bright red dragon, screaming out towards the sky with a roar that made the gusts of wind pick up.
"Find the rest." An order issued to the dragon met only one thing; this magnificent beast must be the Persona for the King of Knights. Rarely seen and even used less, she never called upon him until this week. Collapsed down to catch her breath, Saber wouldn't pick up on the presence nearby until they began to speak.
So for those who happened to be near her might be treated to an interesting sight. A barren wasteland covered in swords and with turning gears in the cloudy sky, although it seems none of the weapons are strong enough to be used.
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"Arturia...?"
Was she involved with this somehow? Or was this a situation having to do with someone else entirely?
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When she looked around the area, it wouldn't take her long to make out the man she knew intimately in every way possible. With a hurried pace, she'd make her way towards him.
Only to be cut off by a barrage of swords. Lined up in front of her, the intent had been clear: keep the two apart.
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Diarmuid stepped back at that, startled. Could Gilgamesh have...? No way, that wasn't possible. At least not as far as he could tell. Immediately shifting into a fighting stance, he looked around for the source of those blades.
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"What is this sorcery?" At least Saber had enough sense to know that it had been magic-based and not some trick of her own mind.
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That wasn't Gilgamesh, at any rate. Thinking it over for a moment or two, Diarmuid drove his lance into the ground beside him and went to pull out two of the swords instead. He always was one who thought it best to work with what he was given, and he could cover his current weaknesses better with two weapons than just one.
Quit showing off, Diarmuid GOSH
Letting her guard fall, she'd motion towards the man in red. "That belongs to Archer. But..."
The reality of the situation sunk in. None of them could use magic in any form, so if Archer had been the one to do this, then it could be concluded that he was nothing more than a Shadow.
he can't help it
The swords were twirled lightly in his hands as he estimated the weight and reach of them both--not preferable as far as swords went, but good.
He's already got the girl. Doesn't have to rub it in!!
It slipped out and for a moment, even she looked horrified that she would ever consider the alternative. Allowing someone who could do this to roam freely was against everything she was as a knight.
"It is just... that is Archer." The man who helped them rescue her. "Killing him would be an insult to his character."
but dual-wielding is +10 to his charisma score
Who is he trying to charm?!
Saber's tone would be resolute and firm, almost as though she had been threatening the man before her. Choosing her Master in a sense over her lover; it would be ironic only in the sense that she had slain Shirou Emiya after the first night. Yet, here she would be, defending Archer with her life just about.
"He has done nothing to harm either of us, so killing him like this would make us..."
"A loyal Servant even to me now." Archer finally spoke only to antagonize. How traditional to his character even as a Shadow.
everyone? :B
Diarmuid ignored Archer's words, though his eyes were still sharply focused on him.
"Arturia, he's just like all the others. We should finish this before it starts."
Oh... well then... <3
The stress of having to hurt everyone else finally got to her, Saber having lost control of her sense. Forcing herself around the swords, she'd move right in front of Lancer.
"I will keep him here and... I will just take care of him. Please."
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Stunned, he lowered his guard and stepped back.
"You can't...Honestly, have you lost your mind? Think about what it is you are doing!"
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She frowned even at her own logic. "You should leave this... whatever this is. I will handle it from this point forth."
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Diarmuid stepped around her easily, tightening his hold on the swords he held before quickly closing the distance between himself and Archer for an attack.
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Her scream resonated in the area around them due from the sheer volume behind it, the knight leaping after him. Archer had saved her life, so she had to save his own in return. That would be the logic she'd hold dear to her heart as she raised her sword to try to strike at his back.
Archer himself would move opposite of the pair, only aiming to dodge any oncoming assault. Cowardly? Definitely when Saber would be willing to defend him.
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It was something so unimaginable, Diarmuid hadn't even thought to guard against it. Arturia's presence meant he didn't need to guard his own back, that much had been engraved in his mind as second nature by now. So to say the attack caught him off guard would be a terrible understatement--it left him falling to one knee and leaning heavily on one of the swords he held for support.
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"D-Diarmuid, I..." It hurt to talk as she felt her throat constrict in on itself, the girl swallowing hard.
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That was all he could say. This was too impossible a situation for him to even be angry; there was only shock and disbelief on his face.