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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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[These things were supposed to be after Arthur's time.]
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...From the way you speak, I would take it that you are a "Servant?"
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Yes, I am. I have been summoned into the Fourth Grail War under the Saber class.
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Then, would you by any means know about the Servant Archer?
[Since Archer is a friend of Father Kotomine, if Saber were to be his enemy, then it would by extension make her Father Kotomine's enemy and thus Bazett's enemy to some extent.]
I am just asking out of curiosity. If you do not desire to answer, you do not have to.
[It is not her business, anyways. Not until she is off her mission.]
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[She takes a moment to think. This would indeed be a good opportunity to know more about Archer, if she ever has to fight him someday.]
And...has he shown any special weapons connected to his legend?
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As for Archer... I do not know what manner of power it is that he possesses exactly, but whatever it is, he has summoned several weapons through it that rank as Noble Phantasms, among other things. What that means for his identity, I do not know, but I would speculate that he is one of the most ancient among us. In any case, his power is fearsome.
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[Then again, the Holy Grail War meant everyone had to be ruthless with each other.]
I see. From what I have heard, he seems to be a king and certainly holds himself like one.
[Not to mention as a sword, he gave off so much power that he burned her hand.]
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He is a king, yes, but which one I am still not certain. Archer keeps his cards close, that much is clear.
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Indeed. For all of his swagger, Archer has revealed very little of his true capabilities. Except perhaps to his Master.
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Yes, perhaps.
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[As an Enforcer, she could easily get thrown into a similar situation.]
You are just carrying out your duties as a Servant.
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