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[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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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.

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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.

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

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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?

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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