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[ Garviel is in the lobby of the hotel, perusing a heavy tome of some sort or another, and will look up once she's coming in soaked. ]

Saber? Are you all right? You seem a bit the worse for the weather.

[ Harr harr. There's no amusement on her face as she looks towards him. ]

A bit of water has never hurt anyone before, Sir Garviel. Save for the tales of witches, but they float do they not?

I do not know. I have come across very few witches, and all the ones I came across I was forced to slay as they had fallen to Chaos.

[ He stands, heading into the Men's bathroom, and comes out a moment later with a towel, offering it to Saber. ]

A bit of water in and of itself cannot hurt you, but pneumonia or the flux, or any of the other illnesses that you are vulnerable to, if cold and damp for too long can fell you more readily than a blade. Or a Shadow for that matter. I'll not have it on my conscience to see you ignominiously sick abed.

Slaying witches? Do you have a thing against those of magical background?

[ A small sigh. ]

I have traveled in worse conditions, Sir Garviel. I do not believe I will fall ill due to a bit of rain. Your concern is better spent on other circumstances.

Magic transformed my Liege Lord from the noblest, best representation of Imperial Humanity into a corrupt traitor. I do not trust it, whenever I have seen it employed it has corrupted both the user and the target.

That being said, there are sanctioned psykers that also use the power of the Warp, but they understand their limits, and how to use it without making deals with the powers that lurk there. Unholy, Ruinous things that prey on humanity. Rather like the foes we recently slew.

[ Garviel nods, but he's still got the towel in hand, held out to her. ]

You are very brave, and your stoicism does you credit, but it seems I have become something of your second and advisor, almost by accident. As such, I feel it is my duty to make sure you are fit for war.

I propose a compromise. Why don't you dry up a bit, and I'll fetch us both something hot to drink, so we can discuss our recent battle.

[Syd's reaction? If she had a keyboard to smash, she'd be doing it. Instead, she'll just go up to her, saying as she goes -]

Hey, you weren't out there very long, were you? Forget an umbrella?

An umbrella?

[ Hi I'm from the 12th century what is an umbrella... ]

A little rain has never killed any man before.

[Just. A look.]

Well, we need to get you out of those clothes. Come on! [She grabs her hand and starts to drag her toward the stairs.]

[ So forward !!! ]

Wha-? [ Out of these clothes? There's little resistance as she's pulled along, Saber minding her manners when it comes to ladies. ]

You are serious?

Well yeah, they'll get ruined!

[She suddenly stops.] Which room is yours?

Does one not use water to was--

[ Saber knows when to cut her battles short. This one wasn't going to get anywhere, so she'll go along. ~~Because it is canon that she's whipped by strong females.~~ ]

Up on the top floor. Not one of the honeymoon suites [ Although she's sure Archer would help with that if he found out she was hiding in a tiny room. ] but the normal ones facing out towards the streets. It is ideal for watching.

[Yeah, one usually does, but that looks like dry cleaning. Also, that is a lot of stairs.]

Okay. You'll have to tell me the number when we get up there. [And she's off again.]

[ Dry cleaning... yeah, I suppose someone ought to teach her about that. ]

Of course. [ Following her with ease, she remains silent after. Being pulled and pushed around by a girl was something she was use to thanks to the Fifth Holy Grail War.

For a moment, she almost misses Rin Tohsaka. ]

[Stairs! Lots of stairs! Syd now has a new hatred for them.]

All right. Top floor. Room number?

[ Even though they just ran a bunch of stairs, Saber doesn't have any shortness of breath. There's no words spoken as she points with her other hand to the nearest door, indicating it as her room. ]

There. [ A pause. ] Are you tired now?

[Hey, hey Saber. Have you noticed his car seemingly tailing you since a few blocks back? You know, the one that is now slowly pulling right up to you? The window rolls down and guess who's grinning at you.]

You would think a king would take better care of herself in such horrid weather. It would be a shame if you caught a cold and were confined to bed for several days.

--Ah, but you need not worry about that. I'll happily take care of you if that happens, Saber. [This would sound so nice and friendly coming from anybody but him.]

[ Of course she took notice of it. What is having instinct? She'll pause in the rain to turn her head just to address her follower,

... only to regret it afterward. ]

Archer. [ Is it possible to state his name with any more loathing? ] Nothing of the sort will happen. I have fought battles in colder weather and never once fell to plague or sickness.

[ Narrowing her gaze. ]

I will not permit you anywhere near me nor my bed. Cease with your attempts to be friendly.

[His smile widens, apparently savoring the harshness in her words.]

How cute. Do you really think I'm attempting to be friendly? This place has brought us together again for some reason. Don't think for a second that I won't claim what is rightfully mine.

[The engine comes to a stop, and there's the distinctive sound of the door opening. Never mind the logic behind this. He'll be approaching her as casually as ever.]

Now, should we continue from where we left off?

There is hardly any right given to you in this world. [ Looking over his car, she's not even going to bother to question how he's already acquired one.

One with a tongue like his own must be blessed in his own way. ]

You do not mean you will carry on an endless struggle with emotions though, do you? [ And then he approaches her, Saber bringing up her arms in a defensive manner. ]

If you wish to continue our battle here, then we shall. On your strike, Archer.

[Despite seeing her move to defend herself so quickly, he offered no visible threat. But when did he ever? He was as calm and collected as always, leaving his hands inside of his coat pockets.]

No matter the true nature of this place, I'm still Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes. Everything I see is mine as I see fit, regardless if this is truly the Earth we know or not.

And have you not learned anything from your brief stay in the modern world? There's this little idiom the mongrels seem to be so fond of, "ladies first".

[There's that perverted smirk again. He's just begging for her to deck him in the face.]

[ A cursory glance before: ]

I have learned plenty of things during my stay. For example, one who hides their hands often are hiding something or are intimidated by the other party. Take note how my own palms are out towards you, a clear sign that I fear nothing from you.

[...]

[Well, after having his ego punched in the face like that, he may finally decide to be a little more serious.]

Hmpf. I have nothing to hide from you, King of Knights. If this means you wish for me to throw the first punch, so be it. I suppose it is only because you can not justify starting a fight.

[And he'll make his move, quickly advancing on her form and launching a punch directly to--

The wall behind her? Wait, what? Did he miss on purpose?]

[ Saber doesn't even flinch. It bothers her to have him in such close proximity to her own form, the smaller frame easily overshadowed by his own. But homegirl isn't going to back down. ]

Your accuracy has improved vastly since we last fought. [ Cocking her head to the side. ] I can see why you are an Archer.

[He's not even mad. He'll waste no time in throwing his next punch, this time actually focusing on her stomach. Whether it will be another miss or not depends on just how reflexive the former king is.]

That was simply a fluke. I'm still not completely used to moving around without the enhancements my servant status gave me. Hopefully you'll forgive me for not being in my top form. [Yes, words dripping in sarcasm.]

[ With Gilgamesh between her and very little time, she's unable to move. His hit is successful, Saber nearly falling against his hand. ]

Ha. [ A tiny scoff as she tries to not show any pain. Pride doesn't permit it. ] One's strength does not lie within enhancements granted..

[ Bringing up her arm, she'll try to swing her elbow towards his chest. ]

.. but in the strength and courage they held when they were alive!

[He wouldn't have been caught by such an attack if he hadn't stopped to gloat. But rather than show any signs of pain after been knocked back a few inches, he'll simply laugh.]

What is this? Are you trying to make yourself feel better since you've grown so weak in this frail human form? You're not a king anymore. You're just a fragile woman. I'm sure another punch like that would knock you out cold!

[Gilgamesh's steps to fighting:
1. Attack.
2. Gloat and belittle opponent for fifteen minutes.
3. Get owned because you were too caught up in listening to yourself speak to notice your opponent going in for the killing blow.]

Permit me to prove you otherwise, Archer.

[ Gilgamesh, this is no way to get yourself in Saber's bed. His insults only further fuel her determination to prove otherwise as she sprints at him with the close distance, her own hand in a fist.

Heading straight up for his nose with every intent of striking at him with her knuckles. ]

[Oh come on.

He'll allow Saber to move this close, and maybe even make her believe that she's about to hit. But at the very last second, his hand sneaks between her fist and it's destination. He'll just be smiling while she attempts to free her fist from his grasp... or more likely attack in some other way now that his attention is focused on one point.]

So, this is your way of proving yourself? It's clearly not working. Now, maybe if you beg, I'll release you.

[ !!! ]

Tch! [ Her arm remains strong in his hold, refusing to not bend to the pressure he was applying. ]

I would never do such a thing.

[Wrong choice. That grip will become noticeably tighter.]

You always say that, but I know eventually you'll give in. They all do. It's only a matter of time.

[ Break her hand for all she cares. ]

I never will give in. [ Bringing up her leg to try to kick at his own, she miiiight be off with her aim, and that maaaaay be a knee coming in close between his thighs. ]

Especially to the likes of you!

[But how will she be of any use to him with a broken ha-- oh right.]

Any other woman would die to be so desired by this king. Why must you be so foolish? I've offered you the world, even my own life, and yet you still deny me. Perhaps I made peace with that in the last realm of existence, but this is different. I will get what I want in the end. I promise you that mu--

[Damn it, Gil. You really need to pay more attention instead of going off into your little speeches. Critical hit to the nads. But instead of the usual reaction many lesser mongrels would have, Gil's face is only filled with rage. Saber will find herself being shoved backwards, and maybe even possibly being pinned against the wall.]

You-- A king, no less, resorting to such cheap tactics. Where is your pride?

[ She still has her pride, as she looks at him with a near apologetic look. Even though she struck at him, it wasn't meant to actually hurt him in such a manner. His words crippling her, she just slumps against the wall under his hold. ]

You have my apologies, Archer. [ FOREVER INDULGE IN THIS BECAUSE IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN, GOLDIE. ] It was not my intention.

[ That much is obvious in the sympathy in her eyes as she looks up towards him. Dark circles under her eyes and how she doesn't resist him now, perhaps she should try sleeping some instead of continuing her life in this way. ]

[There will be an awkward moment of silence between the two. His face still carrying the same angry expression, but his eyes... No, her words can't have that much of an effect on him. Eventually he will pull himself away from her with a displeased huff.]

You act as if I care for your apologies. They do little to make up for the ruined mood of a fight.

Then I will make up for it.

[ Spoken without hesitation at all. ]

You have my honor as a knight and my word as a king.

[A sigh. Conflicting emotions are never something that should affect a king. Much less one with as much of an ego as him. And yet he can't help but admire the King of Knight's ability to remain honorable despite being so far removed from her kingdom, or even being bound by contact. But he does have a reputation to uphold.]

And just how do you plan on doing that?

An arranged fight where no other can interrupt us. Chosen at your whim. You know how to challenge a knight, do you not?

[ Quietly spoken. Perhaps this would be a suitable response, not wanting to allow him to have full control over her. ]

Without our Noble Phantasms..

[ It would be a battle of pure skill. Even if she knows that she stands no chance against him, she continues. ]

I will even put anything up as compensation. So our battle will have purpose behind it.

Ha. Always so eager to fight. Very well. We'll meet somewhere without many people around, since you seem to dislike having spectators. I supposed the time will depend on you, King of Knights. I'm always available.

[Her determination to fight him, despite her circumstances, was very admirable from the view of a king. Although the other side of him merely considered her a fool for even attempting.]

We'll decide on proper compensation at the time of our fight.

I accept these conditions as they are.

[ A simple response despite everything he's said. There's very little she finds herself wanting to say to him after all. ]

I will seek you out soon enough.

[That's all he needed to hear. He'll be hopping inside his car and driving off now.]

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