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Post by Artoria Lily on Apr 3, 2016 5:33:38 GMT
OOC: Shy little Artoria is starting a Tour around Chaldea. She is not confident enough to walk in the same places that other Heroic spirit does and so she much rather avoid doing so. Would you help her to get used to this new place and make some friends with her?
The Mess Hall. A place where Masters and Heroes gather to relax, do whatever they want and have a moment of "peace" for themselves. Such a place filled with countless stories of Legends and their exploits, Masters sharing their awesome experiences... This place was a "holy ground" for Artoria.
The short Princess stood in front of the entrance to the Mess Hall, she had not yet the courage to go in by herself. Her eyes were filled with passion and her mind continued on reproducing mental images of Heroic Spirits having feasts inside, talks about their exploits and what not. However, Artoria didn't feel worthy of their presence. If asked, Artoria would cheerfully answer that she sees herself not yet ready to be called 'Heroic Spirit' neither worthy of having that title or the ones that follow up to her legend.
Time Passed and the short girl still stood by the entrance. She was fine with just standing there, in fact, being allowed to exist among other 'True' Heroes was already a great honor for her.
Artoria gasped in a somewhat relief and smiled, she picked the Mess Hall as her first stop of her own little "Tour" around Chaldea. Although not even attempting to get inside, she felt that it was more than enough for someone like her and that she should be getting ready for her next stop. The great Mess Hall was not the only place around to visit and she had yet to visit many other places around.
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Post by King Atlas on Apr 3, 2016 6:11:08 GMT
 Atlas wanted to eat. But, he didn't want anything from the fridge. He wanted something nice and hot, something that the chefs took their precious time to prepare. It usually tasted better. So long as the Counter Guardian wasn't on duty, then he could get through this without his food being poisoned or something even worse. However, when he approached the entrance, he saw a small girl standing outside, just staring at the entrance. The odd thing however, was the presence he was picking up from her. Namely, it was spiritual, that of a Servant. Atlas raised an eyebrow at this, noting that this child was apparently summoned. He didn't even know who she was. No. This girl couldn't possibly be a Servant. The thought of it caused Atlas to roil with disgust inside. Not at the girl herself. If she were a Servant then clearly she had done something to be considered a Heroic Spirit. What disgusted him was that Chaldea was now actively using children, what many of these heroes were fighting for in particular, to fight their battles. Atlas had many problems with the way Chaldea handled things. He loathed that they summoned villains and even Alters to fight their battles. Those were the types that would turn on everyone and doom the world just as readily as they would save it. Atlas considered it unacceptable, but no one ever listened to him. But there was no denying the presence. She was a Servant. Still, there was no need to just let a girl like her stand outside. Clearly, something was on her mind. Taking several soft steps, he stopped behind the girl. Placing his hands behind his back, Atlas spoke softly. "Do you need help?" He inquired, giving a rather dorky smile to try and seem warm. Pleione had always said that he had inherited a lot of his own father's qualities. For a while he'd considered it insulting, even though she meant well. In time he came to see what she meant. It was surprising really, just how much of this was Atlas falling into old habits that he had gotten accustomed to when raising seven daughters.
tags: Artoria Lily notes: his intentions are pure |
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Post by Artoria Lily on Apr 3, 2016 22:26:01 GMT
The words of a stranger that sounded very close to her activated her senses, she instantly bursts away and quickly turns around to face this possible threat. For her surprise, this person didn't seem dangerous at all but his smile, approach and attitude could say otherwise.
"My apologies!" Said Artoria while bowing down at the blonde person in front of her, his presence also very notable of an Heroic Spirit filled her with excitement. "I didn't mean to be harsh to you in any way!" She explained while forcing a smile, trying to cover up for her actions "My name is Artoria Pendragon and I don't need help, I was just passing by to check this new place..." Her head lowered a bit and the excited tone in her voice changed "However, I don't think I'm yet worthy of walking in the same place as other heroes that come by... So just standing here and contemplating the place is more than enough for me" She smiled once again back at him.
"I was also about to leave, I rather not bother people inside and I already feel like I caused enough troubles to you Sir." She bowed at him one more time before attempting to leave "It is a pleasure to meet you and an honor to have your hand offered in help!" Artoria then turned around and started to walk away, not wanting to cause any more problems to him or anybody else that might have heard her words.
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Post by King Atlas on Apr 4, 2016 3:03:00 GMT
As she introduced herself, Atlas had to force back his flabbergasted reaction. Arturia Pendragon. As in King Arthur. As in the King of Knights and the wielder of Excalibur. Well that just made no goddamn sense to Atlas. Oh he'd heard that King Arthur was a woman... and that one of her incarnations was running around, but Arthur was but a child? This was the person that Camelot's hopes and dreams rested? That one of the heaviest crowns had been forced upon? Atlas felt another wave of disgust at the fact that people forced such a young girl into such a burdensome role, but he kept it well hidden. It was however, endearing just how nice and polite she was. The Pleiades could have learned a thing or two at her age. Atlas remarked in his head, the thought of his daughters lifting his spirit just a little. "... It's not a matter of worth, you know. You are here for the same reason as the others, why let it concern you?" Most people here were to save the world, why let such a thing like worth get in the way? Somehow this girl wouldn't accept the idea of being worthy if he pushed it. He was sure of that, but he didn't really like the way she was running off. Taking a few steps, he caught up and kept up with her. "I do think it would be best if you had someone show you around. I had to stumble here and there on my own when I was summoned, it wasn't an experience I'd care repeat." When he'd finally gotten to his room, he'd found that it wasn't even stocked, and the person that came to greet him was that fucking Counter Guardian. What an awful situation. He also didn't want her running into any other Arthurs. That might be bad, time paradoxes and all. But... there was one nagging bit of curiosity that hadn't left him since he had first encountered it. "Also, if you don't mind me asking, does the name Gareth ring a bell?"
tags: Artoria Lily notes: expecting some asshole to raid D< |
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Post by Miska on Apr 4, 2016 5:01:38 GMT
'Ar-Artoria Pendragon? King Arthur?! 'Withdrawing his head from a sharp turn in the corridor behind which walls he had spied on the two Servants, Miska Kopparsvard retreated his steps and tried to process what he had just heard. ‘It could not be King Arthur? Could it? No. Must be similar sounding names –I mean- King Arthur is a girl not taller than me?!’
After that unfortunate incident with Venetia Gear, Miska had been put in the hospital wing for quite some time. She passed her critical stage, thankfully, but she also missed the great explosion and the rumors that something big was going on. It did not take many days before the Lordling grew restless. She was not the type that was content of not doing anything. She had to do something, but these hospital staffs seemed to adhere to the outdated tenets that a patient should have a full bedrest until recovery. And then an image of a book flashed in his mind. He had seen it just the day before the accident in the Library, and now it’s picture haunted his mind. It was not the book itself, but rather, the chance to loosen his feet and get his hands on it that enticed Miska. If he could get it and read it as he waited, his waiting days would be more bearable. And it might kill this boredom of having to be confined to bed all day doing nothing. So, Miska chose this day to politely ask the nurse that she wished to go to the library today. After an initial tug-of-war of refusal and persistence, she was finally given permission to go in a stringent time limit. But that was enough for Miska. With a mantle bearing a red cross over her hospital gown and a pair of fluffy slippers, she was eager to walk anywhere. Now, returning from the library with the book, he unwittingly heard the conversation just as he was about to cross the intersection in the corridor. ‘But it could not be King Arthur, could it?!”
"A-ah..!"
Unaware of her surroundings, a group of hasty officers crossed the corridor and bumped her from behind. It was not enough that she fell forward face first on full-view of the Servant pairs, they also had to inadvertently kicked her book so that it slid and stopped near the Knight-Princess feet. And they did not even muttered an apology! Grunting, he hastily bear himself together in embarrassment, just as his eyes locked with the Knight-Princess. And the book near her armored feet clearly spelled its title in big, white letters: ‘Why King Arthur Pendragon of Britain Was A Failure as A King: A Critical Perspective’ by Professor Albert P. Wulfric, PhD. |
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Post by Artoria Lily on Apr 4, 2016 5:09:05 GMT
Somehow the Spirit that had yet to introduce himself stopped her only to capture her attention one more time. His words somehow encouraging would have helped her at the moment but avoiding to give his name and constantly pressuring her to accept him as a guide... Artoria couldn't help but feel scared.
"I'm really thankful for your words good Sir" She replied on his words and then smiled, trying her best not to be harsh yet looking for a way to leave as soon as possible.
"Gareth?" She stopped to think of the name for a moment, it didn't sound familiar at all but it did help to work up her assumptions towards the blonde man. Whatever he was looking for on her, it seemed dangerous somehow.
"I'm sorry, I never heard of that name before and I'm sorry again but I have to leave." Said Artoria while turning one more time, this time leaving for sure and avoiding eye contact with him "Maybe we'll meet later! Bye!" and with those last words Artoria rushed to the exit door of the Mess Hall, wishing that she was not being followed by the blonde person who approached her.
OOC: Artoria leaves the Mess Hall. A follow up thread will continue in another place.
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Post by Miska on Apr 4, 2016 8:25:05 GMT
The poor Master rolled to the side as the Princess stormed past him. From what he could gather from the circumstances, it seemed she was fleeing from the other blonde. Which Miska could truly understand. With that dorky smile and overconfident eyes, Miska would not be surprised if the other Servant was a child molester or something worse in his past lives. He certainly gave off an aura of forever alone. An obnoxious gangster of some sort. Which made Miska wished he had brought his sword with him. Still, she could not help but feel a prickling emptiness tugging at her heart as she slowly walked towards her book and picked it up. There was that small feeling of joy as she heard the words: Arthur Pendragon –or was it something else she had heard? Maybe she was too excited to meet her idol –her idealized knight, that her mind played tricks on her. It was, after all, one of the greatest dream she had since she learned of the Master-Servant system. The unfailing King, the perfect. Only fateful circumstances could bring his ruin. Then surely the Paragon of Chivalry would have stopped and lend him a hand? No. She shook her head. She was thinking too much. Of course she might have misheard, and the Servant was actually someone else. The Princess surely did not match anything she had read about the king. And then there could be the difference in rank. Who was Miska, after all. Just a Lordling of a small family not worth mentioning? Even manners should have its boundaries. Perhaps there was matter of importance, too. Something important must supersede the unimportant ones. This one of course Miska could relate to… Whatever others said, Miska Kopparsvard would always think of this Hero as infallible. Which was why he could never agree with the contents of this book. ‘Why King Arthur Pendragon of Britain Was A Failure as A King…' Bullshit. It was never his fault in the beginning. With a downcast look, the Master in hospital gown went past the other Servant on his way back to the hospital. He did not even glance at the other King. Whatever he was, he did not merit the same space of thoughts as the King of Knights. |
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Post by King Atlas on Apr 4, 2016 18:47:47 GMT
 Someone had to show up. Atlas wouldn't have minded, if it wasn't for the book that was presented. Really? The girl just gets summoned and this guy just tries to shove any and all her failures in her face. That was the first impression they wanted to leave? Atlas would've flicked the brat if the kid wasn't in a hospital gown. Instead, he just sent the kid a nasty glare, that would have to do for now. Now the girl was storming off. For most people, Atlas would have figured that it was the book that pissed them off into leaving. But, as good as this girl was at performing her courtesies, fooling a man who played that game for years was much harder to fool. She was afraid. More to the point, she was afraid, specifically of him. The realization of that had hit a little deeper than Atlas had figured it would. He'd always thought he'd been a good dad when he was with his girls, had he gotten that bad? No, the girl was shy, right? Atlas pulled out a cigar and almost lit it, considering his options. The easiest thing to do would be to just grant her wish and leave her alone. In fact, that was the option Atlas was leaning towards. Just let her find her way on her own. This place was dangerous, but it wasn't exactly Australia. It'd be best if he just backed away and let her figure it out. But he couldn't. Something told him that leaving her to her own devices right now would end very badly. He wasn't one to possess the Instinct skill, and there were times where he wished he did. But a gut feeling told him that if he left the King of Knights alone, right now anyway, there'd be a disaster. There were some people he did not want her to run into just after being summoned. Once she made it to her room, that'd be another story. Is this what I'm reduced to now? Stalking a little girl? Atlas mused dryly before putting away his cigar. His body dematerialized as he was reduced to a mere presence. Not undetectable, but in a building filled with Servants, easy to miss, easy to ignore. [EXIT]
tags: Artoria Lily notes: i have a bad feeling about this |
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