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dramadramaduck2013-02-05 07:20 pm
regalbearing) wrote in dramadramaduck2013-02-05 07:20 pm
[ unintentional video; sword of promised victory ]
[ should you choose to play this video, you will find that it is nigh-impossible to see anything through a combination of static, darkness, and fog. eerily glowing fog. fog shouldn't be glowing a sickly shade of purple, right?
you can hear the sound of water sloshing against something. something very large. something-- oh dear god in heaven WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.
whatever it is and however many nightmares it will soon be giving you, if you look past the writhing tentacles, you will see Saber in her full armour, somehow defying physics by standing on the water of the river itself to face the thing. compared to the grotesque mass in front of her, she is tiny. but the sword in her right hand glows with an impossibly brilliant light, gold and warm and seeming to carry every hope you have ever even half dreamed of becoming reality.
she raises the sword above her head with both hands and closes her eyes, concentrating. you may wish for some appropriate background music.
somehow, impossibly, the light from her sword gets brighter and brighter, gold motes rising like dust from the river, the grass, everywhere in the surrounding landscape to join the light from her sword until it is too blinding to look at. ]
[ and softly, whether though some will of the community or some other magic, the voice of a young woman can be heard. ]
"It shines. That sword is the dream all warriors, past, present, and future, hold as their deaths approach. A sad, exalted dream. She carries their will as her pride, bidding them to remain steadfast in their loyalty. Now, the undefeated King sings aloud the name of the miracle she holds in her hand."
[ as if on cue, Saber's eyes open, and she stares resolutely at the monster in front of her. the golden light - energy - flares around her, making waves in the river. she takes one, two steps forward, and-- ]
EXCALIBUR!
[ she brings the sword down, and the beam of light comes with it, displacing the water and the fog around it in a chaotic spray as it rushes towards its target, blinding--
the light flares, and the feed ends.
what the hell was she doing using that particular sword. ]
you can hear the sound of water sloshing against something. something very large. something-- oh dear god in heaven WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.
whatever it is and however many nightmares it will soon be giving you, if you look past the writhing tentacles, you will see Saber in her full armour, somehow defying physics by standing on the water of the river itself to face the thing. compared to the grotesque mass in front of her, she is tiny. but the sword in her right hand glows with an impossibly brilliant light, gold and warm and seeming to carry every hope you have ever even half dreamed of becoming reality.
she raises the sword above her head with both hands and closes her eyes, concentrating. you may wish for some appropriate background music.
somehow, impossibly, the light from her sword gets brighter and brighter, gold motes rising like dust from the river, the grass, everywhere in the surrounding landscape to join the light from her sword until it is too blinding to look at. ]
[ and softly, whether though some will of the community or some other magic, the voice of a young woman can be heard. ]
"It shines. That sword is the dream all warriors, past, present, and future, hold as their deaths approach. A sad, exalted dream. She carries their will as her pride, bidding them to remain steadfast in their loyalty. Now, the undefeated King sings aloud the name of the miracle she holds in her hand."
[ as if on cue, Saber's eyes open, and she stares resolutely at the monster in front of her. the golden light - energy - flares around her, making waves in the river. she takes one, two steps forward, and-- ]
EXCALIBUR!
[ she brings the sword down, and the beam of light comes with it, displacing the water and the fog around it in a chaotic spray as it rushes towards its target, blinding--
the light flares, and the feed ends.
what the hell was she doing using that particular sword. ]
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You honour me. But I am sure I do not need to remind you that we had other things to occupy our minds this night.
[ though, now she thought of it, Lancer's wording was strange. did this mean he had left the war not long after this battle? moreover-- ]
As a matter of fact, Lancer, I have yet to thank you for what you did to make that possible.
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[He shook his head, though the smile was still there.]
I made my purpose and reasoning clear that night--it was what should have been done, and I would expect no gratitude for that.
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You may not expect any gratitude, but you have mine nonetheless.
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... Lancer, I hate to ask, but I feel that I must. You say that you never got a chance to tell me such things before; does this mean that you left your timeline's War soon after what just transpired?
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[Lancer suddenly looked very uncomfortable, glancing around as though trying to find anything to focus on rather than eye contact with Saber.]
I left the same night. Things...are likely going very wrong for me in that world right now.
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[If he looked uncomfortable before, Diarmuid seemed pale and almost sick by now.]
Forgive me, I am not sure how much would be wise to tell you. Not to say that I distrust you, but even without time discrepancies that isn't an incident I enjoy recalling.
I don't know if the possibility is some sort of universal constant or if I acted rashly to avert a fate that may not have transpired, but...The next time you see me in that world, I-...something terrible might happen.
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[ this troubled her. far more than she would let on, but even so her own brow was furrowed with concern. ]
As I said when I joined this community, you did what you thought best in a difficult situation, and I do not wish to rehash our conversation from that time. Even so, Lancer... we made a pact with each other that in this world still stands. It would pain me to see you fall to anything but my own sword.
[ could she warn her own timeline's Lancer, perhaps? avert what this version of Diarmuid was so afraid would happen? was there even enough time for that? ]
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[ no... surely, she cannot accept that. ]
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I don't know all of the circumstances...in fact I'm not sure I understand why things could come to pass that way at all. But I do know that the night I left, he spoke to me in a way I simply could not stand for. And I am almost certain that had I stayed, he would surely have ordered me to kill myself.
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I am truly sorry that things ever came to such a pass.
[ sorry, and also outraged at his Master. but she restrains herself from saying that. it is clear that the other Servant is conflicted enough about the whole sorry business, and she knows that his own loyalty to the people he swears it to is important to him. ]
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