I ask of you. Are you my Master?

[hurricane_chris]

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Ike | Fire Emblem (Tellius) | Servant (Saber)

[crimeas_hero]

1, why...

[ifbymyhands]

*Kano was probably doing this wrong. Her sister hadn't taught her anything since she was little, and she'd had to do this behind her back, most of it cobbled together in an abandoned railway station with a very large margin for error. Which would probably explain how she'd just made a hole in the wall. Well, no one was going to clean it up, right?

At least it worked.*

Uh... hi.

[crimeas_hero]

[The newly summoned hero looked around. Just the aura this man gave off indicated that he was one hell of a Heroic Spirit.]

So...you're the one who summoned me here?

[ifbymyhands]

Yeah, something like that. *She rubbed the back of her head.* So I guess it worked, huh?

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[not_that_shady]

"One thing I admire about this world..."

Ike will hear the voice from an isolated booth at the side of the restaurant. No doubt he'll recognize the black hood and cloak and the particular blue shade on the girl's thigh as she uncrosses her legs.

"There are plenty of shadowy places from which to watch things unfold. Mmmhmn, hello, Saber."

[crimeas_hero]

[Damn. Ike tensed up. She wasn't trying to start a fight in a crowded area, was she? He wouldn't stand for that.]

...Caster. What do you want in a place like this?

[not_that_shady]

"Oh, just to talk. We may be opposed each other by fate and the whims of some silly human Masters in their little war-games, but that doesn't mean we can't be friendly off the battlefield. Have a seat?"

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[axelord]

[The duel is on! Doesn't matter if the weapon triangle is in your favor, Beserker fights to win.]

Saber!

[Armads is out and ready to go. Who is going to win?]

4.

[kindestfang]

[The defeated Caster can barely stand on her feet, holding her Excalibur spell tome to her chest. She looked like a cute little magical girl, but put up a ferocious fight against him when it was the time.

It's her turn to lose and die... but she doesn't look angry or bitter. Just sad that it was time to perish again.]

Sir Saber... [She coughs up some blood.] Congratulations...