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[ex_cashcow493]

☙AUDIO;

[ There's the distinct sound of cheap sheets grinding against each other, followed by a quiet moan. More ruffling of the sheets before a soft voice, perhaps made more feminine with the edge of sleepiness, calls out. ]

Hm? Did I fall asleep so easily?

Well, your stamina was understandably limited last night. [ Another's croibhristeoir speaks out, sounding just as close to the phone as the other. ]

My apologies, Lancer. I thought myself to be suitably fit for such strenuous activities, but..

It's fine. Even the best of us push ourselves a little too far now and then.

Ahhhhhhh.. Still, do you not find it in poor taste for me to succumb to sleep easily after? [ A tiny cough. ] Your care last night did my heart and body well, Lancer. You have my gratitude.

You don't sound well, Saber. I hope I didn't make anything worse.

Did I not just thank you? [ A reserved sigh follows her statement. ] I prefer the familiarity of a fellow knight above any other, Lancer. [ It sounds as though her voice is a bit more muffled as she continues. ] There is no other in this town who I would permit to lay their hands upon me.

I can't say I'm not honored you see things that way. Truthfully, I'm a little flattered you ended up looking for me in a situation like that.

You will be the first and only I come to for this, Lancer. You have my word as a knight.

[ There's the sound of a phone hitting the ground before it cuts the audio. ]

OOC: Both caliburns and croibhristeoir will be replying to every commenter in their own threads. YAY JOINT POSTS.

Comments

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ Because when he does he will probably fall in love so this is FAR FUNNIER. ]

You were hurt in an encounter with the shadows, then? Or our mysterious murderer...

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Poor Garviel. Falling in love with Saber is sadness. ]

The shadows. [ A frown. ] None with evil in their hearts stands a chance against valor and righteousness, Sir Garviel.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

That is the creed of the Imperium, and yours as well then, but... please, do not call me Sir Garviel. I am Astartes, but I am not a knight. Garviel will do, or Captain Loken if you must be formal. We have bled together, I feel it only right we use first names... well, in my case at least. You have your own reasons for doing otherwise from what I understand.

[ex_cashcow493]

... You may call me Arthur.

[ Quietly lowering her gaze. ]

If the citizens of this town are permitted, it is only acceptable I allow an ally to do the same, Garviel.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ The grey Errant smiles at her, and looks... almost winsome. Less like a grim god of war, and more like a kindly angel, sent to bring redemption and the promise of mankind where he treads. ]

Good to know you as such, Arthur.

[ex_cashcow493]

[ His smile comforts her slightly as she looks back at the camera, giving a nod. ]

Would you like to train together sometime?

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. It would be an honor. I would also like to hear accounts of your time, and would share some of mine, if you are willing.

[ex_cashcow493]

Accounts of my time?

[ There's some hesitation with that. Not because she didn't trust him, but because ... could she really be proud of everything she's done? Shirou taught her it was alright to accept herself, but to boast about them to a stranger was entirely different. ]

I would very much like to hear of your own.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Of course. Would you prefer stories of battles I have fought in, or the overarching framework of the Imperium? I have been told I am a good storyteller, though I do not see it myself.

[ex_cashcow493]

I would not mind hearing anything and everything you would like to share. Although perhaps not all in one sitting.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Perhaps an account of the Triumph of Ullanor would be a good place to start. I could fetch wine and ready a table in the hotel, if you'd like. [ If it was anyone other than Garviel, that might be a come on. From him, it's just good manners. ]

[ex_cashcow493]

[ A simple shake of her head. ]

Could it wait for another eve, Garviel?

[ Saber... totally has plans that she doesn't want to divulge on. ]

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Certainly. You know that I am at your service whenever you require my blade, my accounts, or my thoughts. You are the Champion of Prospero... and I am simply a wolf without a pack.

[ex_cashcow493]

I am hardly a champion, Garviel.

[ Foolishly rushing in.. having to be rescued by Gilgamesh of all people. Owing him her life comes at a dear cost to her pride. ]

Have you been keeping in touch with the others who fight?

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Of course. As an Astartes, or as any soldier, I must do my best to keep track of what forces we have at our disposal. They are a... rather diverse lot. Children, older people, soldiers... and other sorts.

[ex_cashcow493]

Children...

[ She doesn't like the idea of that. ]

I think we will have to postpone our conversation even longer. There are things I need to be doing.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

May I be of assistance with them?

[ex_cashcow493]

I will call on you if I deem it necessary.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Of course. [ He will look into the video screen, thoughtful. ] Take care of yourself, Arthur. I've lost too many companions in the last few years, I'd hate to lose another here.

[ex_cashcow493]

Right.

[ What are you talking about Garviel? This isn't the fact of someone who spends her nights fighting and then tries to live a life of normalcy the next day.

Except it really is. ]

I will not fall.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Strength and honor, Arthur. [ He smiles at her, preparing to end the conversation. ]

[ex_cashcow493]

[ A quiet murmur of the same before she cuts the feed herself. ]