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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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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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