Voice - The Wicked Witch returns, and slight canon-update! F/Z spoilers.

[hyphenated]

[For once, Sola-ui's voice is missing her usual harsh tones.]

-can't. Wretched thing-

[A voice in the background- "Hey, are you-".]

Get away from me! [...welp, there they are.] I do not require your assistance! [Her voice sounds almost frantic, and there is a rush of air. It sounds as if she is waving the phone angrily at someone. Once they're gone, there is a series of annoying beeps as she types a message one-handed. It is slow, painful work, but-

-yeah, she doesn't know that it's recording. Beep. Beeep. Beepbeep.Beep. Erase. Type. Mistype. Erase. And all the while, she is muttering complaints that seem a little out of place. It sounds as if she's exceedingly shaken. Then she notices the little symbol on the phone. It's calling.]

I... require three things. Firstly, what is the date? Secondly, I am enquiring as to the status of Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi.

[Nope, she can't stabilize her voice. There's a muffled noise, almost a whimper. Silence for a long moment. Just heavy breathing.]

...thirdly, I require the short-term loan of a long-sleeved coat or shirt. Style is irrelevant. I will repay the assistance when I can.

[She shuts the phone, expecting it to cut off, and lets it drop. She feels like a fool. She feels disfigured. Her pride is in tatters.

And worse-

-She doesn't know what happened. She let her guard down because of him. Let her obsession lower her will to fight and make her into a fool. And then, there was nothing but the faint memory of pain. And this.

What happened?]

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[croibhristeoir]

[OH COME THE FUCK ON PROSPERO]

[text]

[croibhristeoir]

[Great. Clearly his problems with women were not serious enough, now he had her to contend with. Wonderful.]

March 21st.

He's still here.

What happened?

[text]

[hyphenated]

[Oh god, no, not you. Not you. Nononono.]

You went to fight Caster.

[If he truly is from the end, then he will understand. She doesn't want to go into detail.]

[text]

[croibhristeoir]

...I'm sorry. I owe you that much.

I wish I could have been able to protect you.

[voice]

[breatheinthefog]

Oh, him. He's here. Why are you yelling?

[voice]

[hyphenated]

Mind your own business.

[voice]

[breatheinthefog]

You posted.

[voice]

[hyphenated]

I- didn't intend to.

[voice]

[enjoymyatelier]

[...

what is happening

what is happening oh god]

It's the twenty first of March. Where are you?

[voice]

[hyphenated]

Outside the hotel.

Kayneth. Please hurry.

[She doesn't want anyone else to see her in this condition.]

[action]

[enjoymyatelier]

[you don't have to tell him twice-he starts heading down as soon as he hears where she is, and arrives very quickly, with the consequence being that he is out of breath as fuck. ...maybe you should at least go jogging every once in a while, Kayneth... Well, he does have his usual coat draped over his arm, at least. Time to scan the area now that he's... better...]

[action]

[hyphenated]

[When he sees her, Sola is sitting on the ground, slumped against the wall. There is blood on her clothing. She looks pale as death and is frustratedly banging at the keys on her phone with her sole remaining hand. Stupid phone. Stupid tech. Stupid-

-hold on, that was blue she spotted out of the corner of her eyes. Averting her gaze and trying to appear disaffected, she lets the phone drop to her knees.]

...Did you run all the way here?

[There is no way she is letting him see how she feels right now.]

[fourteenthscion]

Are you in need of some assistance, Miss?

[Oh. It's you. He remembers you.]

[hyphenated]

[Trying to appear as disinterested as possible.]

People here tend to overreact to the sight of blood. I am fine.

[...she's not sure if it's a lie or not. Technically, she is fine. The wound has closed up. But that's only physical.]

[fourteenthscion]

[He might not like you as a friend but... He, in good conscious, can't walk away when she seems like she's in some sort of predicament.]

Nonsense. [Pleasantly, he smiled.] Welcome back to Prospero.

[Voice]

[unknownrival]

March 21st. Alive and well. Have you received a coat yet?

[Voice]

[hyphenated]

Kayneth is on his way. I will be able to use his.

[Voice]

[unknownrival]

That's good.

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[ex_cashcow493]

Why the long sleeves?

[ Saber asks knowing very well just why. ]

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[hyphenated]

...

[She's confused by the fact that Saber is speaking to her at all, but- Well. At least it's a distraction.]

I have been- [What word would suit?] ...disfigured.

[There. That didn't imply the loss of a limb... right?]

I wish not to show it to anyone else. Nor the blood upon my clothing.

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[ex_cashcow493]

[ Because Saber has seen the future and does not find it very pretty. Disfigured though... Saber knows exactly what transpired prior to her arrival once more as the sound of the knight shifting uncomfortably can be heard. ]

And what of Lancer..?

[assaultedramen]

Who Kenny? I'm sure he's around somewhere. Probably getting mad about the existence of cats or something.

[hyphenated]

His name is Kayneth. Would it kill you to have some respect?

[assaultedramen]

I have plenty of respect.

Just not for weaklings like him.

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[maguskiller]

[Saber will tell her the details of what happened. No question about it. While troublesome, Kiritsugu's at least able to predict and account for that much.]

[Unlike the first time Sola arrived in Prospero, he doesn't come into contact with her. The thought doesn't even cross his mind. If Maiya has already carried out his orders, then the point of no return has already been crossed. It's not like Kayneth, where he tried to temporarily dispose of an obstacle before it came to be. This time, Kiritsugu considers Sola to be a direct threat. Not only to him, but to the one person he cares about in this place.]

[Attempting to dispose of her, while slightly harder on his psyche (even if he would never admit it), could be an option, but the benefits do not outweigh the consequences. In her case, his presence would be made clear, and it wouldn't be a permanent solution.]

[This will require some thought.]