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Post by Artoria Lily on Apr 6, 2016 16:37:17 GMT
Had she lost him? Was she finally safe? Just who was that blonde person from before and what did he want from Artoria?. After being summoned, she didn't remember making enemies at all, in fact while she was still alive she remembered helping everyone around her... What did she do to deserve being chased around by a scary person? What started as an innocent tour around Chaldea ended up turning into a hide&seek game or so. Artoria put her hand on her chest and took a deep breath, she didn't feel like her life was in danger but she was just scared enough to be paranoid about her surroundings. She constantly looked from side to side in the Hallways hoping not to bump into that guy again. She could also attempt to put up a fight if needed but her lack of training, skill and style would only lead to her early demise.
"..." Artoria knew she was in a tight situation. If only Merlin or Kay were around to help her... She couldn't help to have a worried look on her face, one of her hand holding onto the hilt of her sword tightly and the other still on her chest wishing not to use violence at all. Artoria also knew that staying in one place for too long was bad but where else could she go to? She was kind of lost in the place and she didn't know where to go to either. A difficult situation for the Princess Knight who just wished to have a peaceful day around Chaldea.
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Post by Hippolyta on Apr 6, 2016 22:25:53 GMT
If there was any single thing that Hippolyta disliked about this Chaldea business, it would have to be the cold, sterile feeling it all had. Everywhere she looked there was nothing but polished metal affixed to yet more polished metal. Even though she hadn't been summoned all that long ago, the appeal of the novelty of it all was already beginning to wear off and the Amazon queen found herself longing for the chance to feel wet grass and warm sand beneath her feet, to breath in fresh air by the sea, to stretch her muscles in a proper fight once more. At the very least, she was able to partially indulge that last desire with a bit of exercise. True, the gymnasium was yet another room decorated in cold, modern minimalism, but it was a place to exert herself and work up a proper sweat. That had to count for something.
Wandering those cold halls with her body still warm and tingling from exertion, Hippolyta rounded a corner while dabbing away the last bit of sweat from her face with a towel before draping it across the back of her neck. Further down the hall, a strange sight came into view. It was a woman, quite a young and frail looking one at that, in a dainty white dress. At first glance, the young woman seemed to be a Servant and from the looks of it, she was worried about something. Odd behavior from a Servant here in Chaldea. Had she been a Caster or Assassin, Hippolyta might have been able to see it but considering the sword she was holding, the little blond was a Saber. What in blazes could have spooked a member of the "strongest class" so much? This just kept getting more and more interesting.
With her fingers laced behind her head, the Queen of the Amazons casually made her way up to the frightened knight, eventually stopping a bit outside of the range of that sword. One could never be too careful after all. Tilting her head to the side in a curious manner, Hippolyta broached the issue at hand with all the bluntness one would expect from the leader of a tribe of warrior women.
"Tiny sword girl, you look...scared. Kill someone?" Never having been known for having much skill in the way of wordplay, even among more brutish members of her tribe, Hippolyta's speech was strangely stilted, a byproduct of relatively long periods of time not needing to speak. Relying on the ironclad connection of their sisterhood, it was frankly incredible how much she and her fellows had been able to get across to one another with body language alone. Suffice to say, being summoned into this modern era where spoken word was an obvious necessity was more than a minor change of pace.
Adjusting her posture a bit, Hippolyta unlaced her fingers and rested her hands on the girdle belted around her waist while keeping her weight on the balls of her feet.
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Post by Artoria Lily on Apr 6, 2016 23:04:48 GMT
The sight of another stranger figure approaches her, she feels them getting close but there are no possible threats emanating from them that she can perceive. For just a second Artoria feels safe, yet she had to make sure the danger was gone. The one who approached her this time was a muscular woman, taller than her and still pretty in her own way. Just standing in front of her made Artoria feel a little intimidated but honored in her presence at the same time. The girl's approach was rather nicer than the last guy she experienced before, maybe the guy was really trying to do weird things to her... Or maybe Artoria feels more comfortable around women.
"Thanks for worrying about me, I think I'm fine now" Said Artoria with a soft voice while bowing down politely at the tall woman. "My name is Artoria Pendragon, I was actually running from someone who... seemed very weird..." She then looked to another side with shame "Although I was summoned her under the Saber Class, I lack the training with the sword and combat experience... I was very scared and ran away as fast as I could..." Artoria then faced her new possible ally once more "I don't know if he is still following me but to find another Heroic Spirit and feel safe is better than being by myself." Artoria smiled at the woman in front of her, she was truly ashamed of not having the courage to "defend herself" but as a future Knight and King she knew that being honest in any situation was the way to go.
"I was also trying to check the whole place around after I got summoned, walk the halls that other awesome Heroic Spirits have walked and get to listen to their histories to learn from them" She was now looking at Hippolyta with dreamy eyes "I-if it's not much to ask, could you show me the whole place? I feel safe with you to be honest!" Hopefully, the Amazon girl would accept Artoria's request, if not then she would simply find a way back to her room and try this another day by herself.
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Post by Hippolyta on Apr 6, 2016 23:59:39 GMT
Though she didn't seem entirely at ease, the frail-looking girl before her at least seemed to have calmed down a bit. What's more, she was rather open to someone she had just met. Was the young knight simply that friendly or was it once again her father's cursed charisma muddling with the Amazon's daily affairs? Honestly, that blessing was more of a curse than anything but that was a matter for another time. The more immediate issue was this Pendragon girl and whatever strange man she was currently fleeing. Hippolyta's guess about her being a Saber had been spot on and the lack of training certainly accounted for her lack of confidence. It was a pity really, based on appearances alone, it looked like a fine sword. Maybe a bit on the flashy side for her personal tastes but it probably got the job done.
Without directly replying to Artoria's introduction just yet, the Amazon queen squatted down and pointed at the other woman's sword. Though she didn't quite touch it, she moved her index finger close enough to make it clear she was indicating the tip of the weapon before pantomiming a thrusting motion. "Stab," she said before gesturing further the sword's edge and making a chopping motion. "Swing." Evidently believing her incredibly sparse "demonstration" had served as an adequate lesson in the art of swordsmanship, Hippolyta smoothly rose to her feet.
Hands resting on her hips once again, the Amazon glanced up and down the hallways on the off chance that whatever it was that had been chasing the girl decided to make itself known. Seeing nothing just yet, she quickly turned her attention back to the knight. "Haven't been here long but I can...help," Hippolyta exclaimed, continuing on her not quite merry way to now serve as a makeshift tour guide. It wasn't as if she had anything better to do and truth be told, it simply wasn't in the Amazon's nature to turn down a sister looking for assistance. Of course, she only made it a few steps in her new role as a guide before realizing that she'd neglected to actually introduce herself to the female knight. Looking back over her shoulder, she pointed at herself and simply said "Hippolyta."
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Post by Artoria Lily on Apr 9, 2016 8:00:34 GMT
The way her new friend spoke to her was sorta weird but Artoria didn't mind that at all, she couldn't help but smile as her fellow ally took the time to listen to her. After exchanging some words, the girl made some motions with her hands that looked like sword techniques. Even if Artoria tried she could find herself good Heroes around to help her in her training! certainly a lucky shot that she found this new friend around... Or rather be found by her.
Hippolyta was her name, she has never heard of it before but she was more than happy to walk along with her and being trained in the process. "Hippolyta? That's a pretty name! Also could be fearsome to men in battle right?" Exclaimed Artoria while getting friendly around her new friend. "We can walk around Chaldea if you want? Also while we're at it... do you mind sharing your exploits as a Heroic Spirit? I feel like I could learn a thing or two from you!" She was now then smiling at Hippolyta, walking through the hallways with her wouldn't be as scary as walking alone now for Artoria.
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Post by Hippolyta on Apr 10, 2016 16:52:23 GMT
Making her way down the hall at a casual pace, the Amazon queen shifting her hands to grip the ends of the damp towel still hanging around the back of her neck. Slowing enough to make sure she didn't get too far ahead of the blonde Saber, Hippolyta remained silent for the first leg of their little tour. In reply to Artoria's comment about her name, the white haired woman merely shrugged. Was her name all that pretty? Honestly, she'd never really given much thought as to what was "pretty" period, let along whether or not her name qualified. As far as she knew, a name was simple a name. However, that was introspection better saved for later. For the moment, Hippolyta had a job to do leading this girl around Chaldea while keeping an eye out for whatever monster had sent her running in the first place.
As difficult as it had been to respond to Artoria's first comment, responding to the next was no easier. Regale the young knight with her exploits as a heroic figure? Unfortunately, Hippolyta had never been much of a skilled orator, preferring to lead through actions rather than words while leaving the fireside stories to other members of her tribe. Even if she had those skills, did she truly have make stories to share? Sure she had killed scores of men in her time and led the Amazon nation but even she could tell that an answer like that wouldn't carry as much wonder and weight as a story about killing some great monster. Oh well. Even if it wasn't the most impressive history, Hippolyta was not about to start embellishing her own tale simply to try and impress a young girl she'd just met.
"Killed men. Queen of Amazons. Fought Heracles," she finally said after much consideration. As with most things she did, the answer was delivered in a matter-of-fact manner that seemed to run counter to the relatively noteworthy feat of encountering the greatest hero of Greek myth. Though she resented the son of Zeus to this day, even Hippolyta could admit that his name was far better known than her own. Without breaking her stride, she tilted her head to look at Artoria and returned the question. "You?" Immediately remembering her duties as a tour guide, the Amazon nodded her head down a side hallway leading to the exercise facilities and locker rooms. "Also...washroom, gym."
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Post by Artoria Lily on Apr 12, 2016 8:55:33 GMT
Walking next to Hippolyta was quite relaxing for Artoria, she didn't even care about her looks not even the way she spoke, in Artoria's eyes Hippolyta was another amazing Heroine to look up to. The static girls were now on the move, there was not really much to say between and although Artoria might have wanted to know more about her it also seemed that Hippolyta was not much of a talkative person. While walking through the hallways Hippolyta openly answered to Artoria, with simple words she described herself and what she has done in life.
"Wow! That sounds really impressive Queen Hippolyta!" Artoria was amazed to hear that her new was already a Queen. "I am training to become a Knight and after I achieve that, I'll be in shape to become a King..." Said Artoria with a proud voice, she didn't mean to impress her new friend but she wanted to keep up high her expectations of herself "I will lead my people to victory and help everyone I can on the way!".
As Artoria spoke, they seemed to have arrived to a new place. Hippolyta kindly let them to a room that she seemed to frequent, she also pointed what was inside simple enough for Artoria to understand. "ohhh! I've never been here!" Exclaimed the young Knight "Are we gonna exercise together?" Asked Artoria while smiling at Hippolyta.
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Post by Hippolyta on Apr 14, 2016 2:39:19 GMT
What would be the best way to describe the young woman walking next to her? At first glance, Hippolyta might have been tempted to say some cutesy little thing like a puppy or a kitten. The perky smile, the upbeat sparkle in her eyes, even the little bounce in her step. This Artoria was probably as good a portrait of innocence as one could find. And yet, the more they walked, the less accurate Hippolyta believed that initial comparison to be. Innocent, yes. Cutesy, sure. But there was something about the little Pendragon that continued to press itself against the Amazon's instinct, an unspoken impression that there was more to the blonde. That given even just a little bit of time, she would grow into a fearsome creature worth of respect. So no, not a puppy or a kitten. More of a lion cub if anything.
That all being said, the Saber's statement of intent wasn't terribly surprising. Do great things, be the best she could be, help people, so on and so forth. Some might have called it childish but for whatever reason, Hippolyta couldn't bring herself to instantly dismiss the notion as foolish. That sort of activism was entirely new for her. Life within the Amazon nation had been a solitary, almost isolationist experience. They kept to themselves as much as possible and woe be to anyone who disturbed their peace and quite. As such, even if Artoria's selflessness was alien to the Amazon Queen, it did seem to have a certain charm. On the other hand, the bit about becoming a King sounded a bit strange. Hippolyta had been under the impression Artoria was a woman and didn't one need to be a man to become a king? Then again, maybe it was a cultural thing. Who was she to say what you could and couldn't do in politics?
Making a half-turn to face the Saber, Hippolyta simply raised her left fist, thumb extended and pointed towards the ceiling in a sign of support even if her face didn't betray any emotion. "Take no prisoners," she said, automatically assuming that "leading people to victory" meant utterly crushing an opposing force. "Just Hippolyta. No titles between...sisters. And no...too tiny," the Amazon added, trying to kill any overly formal dialogue before it began and dismissing the idea of a second training session with the seemingly scrawny Saber.
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