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tvk2011-07-07 01:26 am
ex_cashcow493) wrote in tvk2011-07-07 01:26 am
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♚ ａｒｅ ｙｏｕ ｍｙ ｍａｓｔｅｒ？
[ First impressions were important to Saber. To become a ruler, she presented herself to her kingdom as the wielder of Caliburn, the famed sword from the stone. The precedent was broken with the last introduction she ever had to make: asking a boy who looked as though he was about to die of fright and wonder if he was her Master. Sloppy, but it ended with the elegance only she could control.
A glance out the window and she can see the sun barely over the horizon, watching long enough to determine it was rising instead of setting: morning. With that much in mind, she ignores the curiosity with her body, choosing to focus on her appearance first. After swiftly changing from her battle vestments (a slight ire at how easily the breastplate comes undone - a sign that the enchantment it held was no longer in place), she dons a black suit in its place. There isn't any time to waste with a braid, so the end result is a ponytail.
It doesn't take her long at all to discover how to use the cellular device found on the night table beside her bed. Technology wasn't too foreign to her, but it takes a few tries before she figures out everything, sending accidental texts of jibberish and snippets of voice (but with only the sound of the phone fumbling). Pressuring eyes of green focus on the camera as she sets it to video, ready to address any audience she may have. ]
A brief analysis of the situation leaves me unsatisfied with the number of questions that remain. I am not arrogant enough to believe I am without purpose here, but some enlightenment of the situation is in order. [ A stoic tone that refuses to soften. ] There is something that perturbs my iron will however...
[ Good luck trying to wrestle just what that something is from her mind. ]
A glance out the window and she can see the sun barely over the horizon, watching long enough to determine it was rising instead of setting: morning. With that much in mind, she ignores the curiosity with her body, choosing to focus on her appearance first. After swiftly changing from her battle vestments (a slight ire at how easily the breastplate comes undone - a sign that the enchantment it held was no longer in place), she dons a black suit in its place. There isn't any time to waste with a braid, so the end result is a ponytail.
It doesn't take her long at all to discover how to use the cellular device found on the night table beside her bed. Technology wasn't too foreign to her, but it takes a few tries before she figures out everything, sending accidental texts of jibberish and snippets of voice (but with only the sound of the phone fumbling). Pressuring eyes of green focus on the camera as she sets it to video, ready to address any audience she may have. ]
A brief analysis of the situation leaves me unsatisfied with the number of questions that remain. I am not arrogant enough to believe I am without purpose here, but some enlightenment of the situation is in order. [ A stoic tone that refuses to soften. ] There is something that perturbs my iron will however...
[ Good luck trying to wrestle just what that something is from her mind. ]
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[ A bit closer to home than she thought. Although it only leaves more questions in her mind, the conflict easily evident in her eyes if one was perceptive enough to pick up on it. ]
An island. [ Narrowing her brows down in contemplation. ] How far away from the mainland?
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[He nods, before telling her the rough distance, based on what he remember from checking out a map. It's quite far, but still within America's borders.]
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