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First Feast: The best Servant was chosen

[Suddenly she's not deleted data anymore. Suddenly she's face down on the floor of what she has yet to describe as an incredibly dull hotel room. Saber stands up slowly, her now human body exposing itself to her; when did she last feel such frailty? Too long away to truly want to look back. Her red dress flutters around her, now nothing but a mere piece of cloth with a rather showy front; now that she's certain her Heroic Spirit prowess is gone, Saber feels the need to replace the front; showing her undergarments has no appeal to her a just a mere girl.

She snorts; she'll never be just a mere girl.

With quick movements she gets rid of the clothes, and dons the simple jeans and plain shirt; necessary measures she will endure until she can get her hands on the materials she needs...and more expensive clothes, too. At least the shoes are comfortable enough.]

By the gods, this is truly a dull room. It lacks color, it lacks contrast, it lacks...

[Saber waves her hand in front of the bed, a frown on her face.] It lacks me, but I am here now. On that topic, where is here?

[Only now she catches sight of the cellphone; she's used to technology, and it seems this era is not as advanced as the one she last visited. A quick survey of the device and she decides for the video function.

She then turns the function on. The camera is fixed on a wall frst, and then it quickly turns to focus on her chin.]

Strange is the life of us bound to serve, that I can accept. This nonsense, though? Humanity? While I welcome the memories of those years this body was my true one, I find this situation troubling. Servants, after all, are not meant to become humans again. I ask, then, if others like me are in this situation; anybody willing to share information will be repaid handsomedly.

[All the while her tone has been cool, yet charged with emotion, as if every word matters. And they do. Apparently satisfied, Saber moves the camera away, momentarily focused on her dress before showing the ceilling, as she threw it on her bed. Showing her face or exposing her identity... it's too early to trust she can be herself.]

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[Date hasn't spoken to much of anyone over the network since arriving. It was a combination of not taking the time to learn the system and not particularly caring. Still, he checks every message that he receives just in case something interesting happens to come past. At first, viewing the video, he considers making a joke about asking how well paid he might be for helping out, but money isn't a concern of his any longer. There's nothing he needs.

For now, Date isn't sure what his goal is while being held in this place, so there's no real purpose behind his actions. He calls the number out of morbid curiosity, settled against the wall in the hotel lobby.

Taking the time to figure out the voice, video, or texting features seems like a waste. He's more of the straightforward type, after all.]

[]

Yes?

[He waits patiently, not having much else to do at the moment. Of course, he could be walking around town exploring his surroundings, or training, or trying to get a job, but Date was the type who believed he had all the time in the world. After everything he'd gone through in the months (and days) before arriving, taking a break felt pretty good.

When he speaks, his voice is clear and confident.]

So, onee-chan... I'm going to take a guess you just got here.

Onewho? That's not my name. I will not accept such a name.

[]

But yes, I just woke up here. Where is here?

If you want to give me your name, I could call you by that instead.

[Still, it's a habit of his to playfully call most women he's not acquainted with by that title. He doesn't see anything wrong with it, but her dislike for it is more amusing than anything.]

Apparently some island named Prospero in the United States. Don't ask me how we got here, because I haven't figured it out yet. Everyone else that has the same problem has been here for three weeks or so and none of them know anything either.

Saber, call me Saber. And you?

[]

United... States. []

So that is the current situation. Hm...interesting.

Saber, huh? [He paused long enough to think on it.] ... Akira Date.

[Date's side of the conversation also seemed to be straight and to the point. There was no dwelling on minor things, like where he'd been before arriving or his own side of the story. If Saber wanted to know, he figured she would ask.]

There's some pretty crazy stuff going on at midnight too. This place ain't as nice as it looks. They don't charge you for staying here and will give you all the free food you want, but... ah.

[Here he started to hesitate. It was hard to tell if Saber would believe him or not, but he was never the type to withhold information.]

Things change a lot around here at night.

Japanese? Now I see why you called me onee-chan. Still, such confience in our first conversation might make it our last.

[]

Avoiding crucial details won't help. Please be clearer? What is out of place in here?

[Date took the time to move into a side hallway, away from the lobby where people were still regularly coming and going from the hotel. He didn't want to risk anyone else hearing him say things like this. When he leaned against the wall again, he tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling.]

Lights go out, electronics stop working... Any normal person who's walking around at the time ends up sleeping in a coffin and the shadows start forming into things that attack people. ... also, water looks like blood and everything's got a weird greenish tinge to it. That's about all I've noticed.

Other than that, this place could be a lot worse.

[]

Every night? Such a blatant change, has it been explained perhaps?

Not that I've heard. No one knows why we're here, no one knows why things change. I've tried taking a look around, but none of the natives are talking. My guess is that they don't know anything about it. I'd be able to tell if they were lying.

[Date trusted his intuition enough on that last part. He considered himself fairly talented with being able to read people.]

What kind of magic could make everyone remain oblivious like that...? I'm assuming that those like you or myself aren't affected by this effects?

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[He's a little caught off guard by the magic comment, considering the fact that he comes from a world which has none. Crazy creatures composed of medals who were created eight hundred years ago, yes, but not necessarily magic.]

I wouldn't call it magic, but whatever's happening here is a lot bigger than all of us. It keeps looking like whoever wakes up here and isn't a native isn't affected by any of it. No one's found a pattern yet, though. It's a huge, confusing mess.

[This brought a new theory up in his mind. Maybe the longer one was exposed to the environment here, the less resistant they became to whatever it was. Or it was a mass hallucination. He still believed the possibility of that last part.]

Hm, whatever the case, this won't be solved by sitting around. If fighting is all we can do for now, then do be it. I'm no stranger to such a notion anyway.

So, will you fight?

You're asking that like I've got any other options. If it's what I have to do to get answers, then it looks like I'm fighting.

[He doesn't seem bothered by this, but he's not too thrilled either. Still, he hasn't made any other goals for himself since arriving.]

Remaining inactive, while not the best course of action, is still an option. I just don't expect anyone to take it as such.

[]

I think I will explore this place on my own for a while, but once I have cleared my doubts I guess I'll try to contact the rest of those stranded here. Until then, Akira-san.

You've got a point.

[When she's silent, he just waits patiently, figuring she's going to ask more questions. Date smiles a little at the unexpected response.]

Have fun. You've got my number in case you've got any other questions.

[What the... Who the hell was this and why was she talking about Servants so openly--?!]

[What little he saw of her face seemed....familiar, somehow, in a way Lancer couldn't yet place.]

...Who are you, speaking of things like that where anyone could hear?

[]

I am me, and I think only certain people at any given time would mind my words in such a way to prompt a response like yours.

But pry tell, which part of what I said incited you to reply?

I was referring to your careless mention of Servants. While it's true that you are not the only one here and not the only one to have lost abilities, don't you think you should be more careful in discussing things like that?

[There was enough to worry about in this city; explaining the Holy Grail War was a bit much to tack on to the list.]

... Whoever doesn't understand, that is not my concern.

[]

But for the sake of avoiding further complication, I'll keep that to myself. I think that most people unaware of it won't even mind the mention of Servants anyway.

Are you, or were you one as well, then?

[It took quite a lot of self-restraint to stop from facepalming. But she did have a point--aside from himself, Saber, and this newcomer, who in the city would understand the true significance of the word?]

... [He wasn't the only one to have been brought here after his death? That was an oddly comforting thought in a sense.]

I was the Servant Lancer of the Fourth Holy Grail War. And which were you?

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Call me Saber.

[]

Lancer...oddly enough, I see the resemblance, yet you look definitely more experienced.

[]

I'm disappointed at this poor selection of clothes. Do you know of a place where I can secure better ones?

Very well, Saber.

[Well, if they really had the same class...he'd just have to live with it--wait, was she even wearing anything.]

...there's likely a change of clothes in that room, and a few nearby shops you can probably get more from.

So, Lancer, is there any other Servant to keep in mind?

[]

I suppose there is little to gain from refuse this ones...for now. And yet until I can obtain money, this will not change. What a bother...

There is one other aside from the two of us, yes.

[Pleasebewearingpantspleasebewearingpantspleasebewearingpants.]

And who this Servant be, if I might ask?

[]

Staying in here won't do any good neither.

A second Saber-class.

[oh thank god, that would have been quite awkward.]

I should caution you, this city is dangerous at night. Even for people like us.

Oooh, that is really interesting.

[]

I've had an enlightening phone conversation about that already. So it's true...things change at night. But if we can be taken from time and space, something such as warping reality shouldn't be outside of the scope of our captors.

[...wait what.]

[what]

[Surely he hadn't just seen what he thought he had, right?]

Presumably, yes. Though the fact that it only happens for so long each night at the same time is more than a little peculiar.

[]

It's odd, yes. As I said we can't do anything without further information. I look forward seeing you in the battlefield, Lancer; us Servants might want to stick together, at least for now.

It would appear I'm not the only one who regrets the loss of their former prowess then. Greetings.... wait, you look rather... Saber?

No... your speech is different. I am Garviel Loken, and welcome to Prospero.

I see no reason to hold anything back, so ask your questions.

Indeed I am Saber.

Who is this and why do you know of me? Perhaps the one that took me here?

[]

I don't, not someone with this method of speech. Still, I have met another with your name only recently. And no, I cannot reach across space and time to draw people to this place. Else I myself would not be trapped here. But it would seem we have a purpose here, and with it, a duty.

I see...

[]

Another Saber, you say? Most curious...

I quite agree. A person named Saber, another named Lancer... does no one use their true names in this place? Should I start calling myself Bolter?

[ The large man laughs briefly, but there is no humor behind it. ]

We are more than the sum of our weapons. But, if you bear such a title, and are anything like the other, or Lancer, that suggests you are in fact a warrior. This is good, as we have been called to a war, of sorts.

Against some strange emanation of the warp, a foe of humanity.

From where we come from, out identities are to remain secret at most cases. You'll understand if I don't share it with you. To put it simply...I cannot trust you yet.

[]

I think of myself as an artist before a warrior, but believe me, I am deadly as few if I put my mind to it.

And your name would be? And sadly, I'm not familiar with a warp of any kind.

I would say something to alleviate your concern, but I do not believe that I can at this point. [ He smiles slightly into the video screen, though the expression is somehow a bit sad. ]

An artist before a warrior then? You sound like one of Fulgrim's chosen. I have a question for you: Do you believe in self-perfection and perfection of art beyond morality, or do you believe that self-perfection includes knowing the role you are best at, occupying it, and maintaining your own honor.

[ His face goes completely blank, for a moment, when asked about his name. ]

As for my name, I am Garviel Loken, formerly captain of the 10th Company of the Luna Wolves, member of the Mournival to the Warmaster Horus Lupercal. Now, I am simply a ghost of sorts, but one who still wants to protect humanity.

In due time, if I deem you worth of that kind of trust, you will get to know. []

Perfection means excelling in which you have been granted a talent upon, is reaching into that which moves your body, feeds your soul, and put every ounce of your will into it, in order to rise above the realm of the mortals and touch the glory reserved only to gods.

[]

I believe in individual perfection, and such as the way to attain society's perfection.

So many titles...how should I address you?

[ Garviel laughs slightly at her answer, not in a contemptuous way, but rather laughing from recognition and says, ]

Yes, that is definitely what one of the Emperor's children would have said. The loyal ones, that is. But be careful of the gods. I've never known of a good one, they are dark and hungry things and I have lost friends who gave their souls to them.

Your answer is a good one, I like it, you remind me a bit of Saul Tarvitz, and he was a good man.

[ He nods, since her question is a courteous and proper one to ask. ]

You may address me as Loken, or Garviel, I have no preference. I am not a Captain here, I command no forces.

Gods are figures, representations of what we wish. I don't think we are meant to meet them, but rather use them as something to keep us going. But still, I'll take your word on that. Apparently you are more than a brute with a sword, I'm surprised.

[] Well, as you see, I'm no man, but I will consider that a compliment, Captain.

I'll spare the theology debate for another time, though I suspect you and I will both enjoy it. [ He smiles slightly at her, but it is a genuine flash of amusement. ] No, amongst the Legiones Astartes, not even the Luna or Space Wolves are brutes. There is discipline, and

Indeed you are not. You are beautiful, I would say. But I... know little of art and aesthetics, my craft is death. I have been tutored outside of war primarily in ethics, history, and oratory. All useful things to know, for a war-captain.

[ Wow, the arrogance of this individual is enough to invoke ire in Saber's unusually stoic manner. If she was to surmise a guess, she would assume an Archer.. Every Archer is arrogant she's come to discover.

Well, enjoy staring at yourself, other Saber, as she flips the video on in return. It only focuses on her face and the tie around her neck a bit, still wearing the black suit she's fond of. ]

This is no Holy Grail War if that is what you are asking.

[]

Who...no, what are you? Is this all a joke? Moon Cell's way of granting a wish?

[]

[ Completely disregarding her comment about the Holy Grail War to question her? Perhaps she misunderstood her words.

No.

Saber never made novice mistakes like that. ]

My name is Saber. [ There's nothing to lose in stating that much. ] I hardly find this situation humorous in any way. If this is the result of a wish, I will find the fool who made such a undesirable order, and show them my gratitude.

[]

Yes, of course your name is Saber. And yes, of course you look like that. And yes, of course you were a ruler in your time.

[]

Do you believe in fate, Servant Saber?

... How did you know that?

[ This is is unnerving. Greatly. Unnerving. ]

Just who are you? [ Merlin? Most definitely Merlin. Only that madman could irritate her so. ]

Who I am? You tell me.

[]

I think we need to have some words, don't we?

[ Words? No, Saber was taken utterly by surprise and was left speechless. Without even a fumble, she disconnects the call.

That was something she didn't expect to see in her lifetime again. ]

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