As much as I hate to admit it…I’m lost on what to do. My attempts to save Lady Kayura have failed and its clear Kaosu doesn’t want her to die. He believes there’s still hope for her. I think there’s something more to Lady Kayura… aside from her blind faith to Arago and her soldier’s pride. Arago appears to have a stronger hold on her then he did on my fellow masho and myself.

The only success was freeing the rest of the troopers. However, they are looking to me for answers. I see disbelief in their eyes, which they have every right to do so. How can I help them when I don’t even know what to do? I often wonder if this was the right thing to do. I was foolish to take on someone’s role that I don’t even know anything about.

I was always the fighter, not a guide. I don’t like waiting around for answers and all this meditation…doesn’t seem to help. I also don’t want to rush into things blindly…. One false step could cost us everything we’ve gained.

My... isn't this...?

[This guy would be peering closely at the 'camera' except he doesn't really have eyes to peer with.]

Hello again, community. If this is not, in fact, the book I used to access the community a few months ago, I will feel silly. Thankfully no one else is here to listen to me.

For those who remember us from four months ago, Eimi is doing well, although she has not yet regained access. For those who do not, my name is Nessiah. I'm known as a prophet, and am currently a tactician for a private army. I'd like to ask if those I've known are still members.

A question is necessary for most to take interest, if I recall correctly. When do you give up on something?

Which color's better?

1. Pink
2. Red
3. Orange
4. Yellow
5. Green
6. Blue
7. Purple

[Darkness. Lancer, Saber and two other individuals stood within sight of the Mion River. The air was tense, atmosphere betraying the tremendous battles being waged just out of view of the video.]

What happened? [Lancer stared intently at the young Master in green with a phone in his hand--he could have idly recalled the time he, Rider, and Lancer himself were together for a drink. But that was a different Waver in a different iteration of the war, and at any rate there were more important things to think about.]

Um... there's a message for you. 'Saber's left hand is an anti-fortress Noble Phantasm' or something like that...

[The composed Servant's expression turned to one of surprise as he turned to Saber, who honestly seemed a little awkward.]

Is that true, Saber? [He knew who she was, having seen that glorious holy sword on the first night of the war. But to think even a sword with such fame held by a woman of such skill could be that powerful...it was startling, even awe-inspiring. After a moment, the woman in blue and silver nodded.] And it... it can demolish Caster's monster in but one strike?

[Another nod. Saber's sea-green eyes met Lancer's golden, the two sharing in the unwavering determination that could be held only by those made for the battlefield.]

Lancer, the weight of my sword is the weight of my pride. My injury from the fight with you is an honor, not a chain. [Saber spoke with absolute conviction, so there could be no mistake between them.] It is as you said in the forest. If I am backed by Diarmuid Ua Duibhne as a substitute for my left hand, that alone is worth any army ever known.

[For a moment, there was no response from the knight with gold and crimson spears in his hands. He stared out at the river, distantly and with thoughts that were for the moment his own. Although he and Saber were enemies as dictated by the Holy Grail War...no one understood them quite like the other could. The understanding of chivalry and honor that could exist only between knights...oh, how he loved it. She was truly the greatest ally or adversary he could ever have asked for.]

Hey, Saber. You know, I can't forgive that Caster.

[He may have known nothing about what he would eventually do or what was the right choice to make. Whether he should keep to his loyalty with Kayneth or his heart with Issei. But at this moment, on the battlefield? This was what he lived for. What he enjoyed above all else, a world of blades and magic and chivalrous combat. It was this camaraderie and this thrill of combat that made golden eyes shine with determination and a confident smile spread across almost unnaturally beautiful features.]

He treats others' despair as righteousness, and rejoices at spreading fear. On my oath as a knight, that is an 'evil' which I cannot overlook.

[If nothing else, he knew that. He knew Caster was an evil which would not be allowed to exist in a just and right world, and so as a knight he would take it upon himself to eliminate it. That was what mattered. Lancer could hardly believe he'd been so focused upon Kayneth and Sola that he'd lost sight of this feeling--the simple joy that came with doing what was right.]

[Lancer's grip tightened on both his lances...then he stabbed the crimson one into the ground, taking its shorter golden counterpart in both hands. Saber stared in utter disbelief for half a second before realizing what he was going to do and interjecting to stop him.]

Lancer, wait--

Which of us is the one that must win here? [He interrupted her in a quiet, contemplative tone, cutting off Saber without raising his voice in the slightest.] It is neither 'Saber' nor is it 'Lancer'.

[It no longer mattered who won. It no longer mattered Sola was unhinged or Kayneth was filled with hatred, it didn't even matter that the Grail was corrupted. In this one single moment, all he cared about was one thing.]

The one thing that must claim victory here is the chivalry we serve. Isn't that right...Arturia?

[He looked straight at her with a confident smile that was surprisingly gentle for the situation. Then, without a moment's pause he snapped the golden spear clean in half.]

[In a moment, it became a whirlwind of magical energy, the curse dispelling from Saber's arm as the broken Noble Phantasm dissolved into nothing. Still smiling as if he hadn't a care in the world, Lancer spoke again.]

I entrust my vow of victory in that one strike delivered by King of Knights. I'm counting on you, Saber.

[She raised her formerly-cursed left hand and curled it into a fist to answer his determination. Any injury that lance had inflicted was gone, her fighting condition back to full in a matter of seconds.]

It's a deal, Lancer... Right now, I swear upon victory by my sword!

[The last thing the video showed would be a tremendous torrent of wind and the scarcely-seen flash of a sacred and shining blade.]


[ooc:...you saw no misfire.]

Finn’s b-day is this Sunday, community. Feel free to congratulate him or send him food as presents, he would love that.

We are organizing Finn a private party. If you are one of his friends and you want to come over, drop me a line here please. Just some simple things:

Follow those rules and I’m sure no one will end in the hospital. Thank you very much!

[Locked to Sam.]

Sam, I’m going to need your help to distract Finn before the party. I was thinking that, as present, we could give Finn three free nights at an hotel for him, Rachel and Jesse so they can do….well, they can have time togther.

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[Locked to Dave.]

Do you want to come too? It could be fun.

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