[clovis| 001]

[narcisse_royal]

Who: Clovis and whoever else comes along.
Where: Espoir
Style: Either; First
Status: Open; Help the poor Prince?

Well, that was incredibly unhelpful. All of the commoners in front of the village had no answers to where he was, even when told him he was a Prince

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[fated_blade]

She was taking a break from watching Asch fail at tennis. She figured "lending" him to Haruhi for an afternoon would do little harm and great good. So she was walking around the sections of Espoir she had yet to see when she stumbled on a blond that looked a mixture of confused and annoyed. He must be new.

Saber approached him cautiously, not sure what to expect. She felt like it had been a bad idea to leave her sword in the apartment, but she judge this noble looking man was not trained in extensive combative arts.

"Excuse me, but are you lost?"

[narcisse_royal]

Indeed, he was new, but he didn't know yet what he was new for. He was trying to convince himself that he was still in Britannia. Clovis was a bit startled when Saber approached him, too busy looking for any signs.

"Ah, yes." He said, straightening his jacket. He hoped he didn't seem too obviously lost. It wouldn't do for royalty to appear confused. "I am Price Clovis la Britannia. I wish for you to give me directions to any immediate Britannian outpost from this...village." He looked over the girl, and was at least consoled by the fact that she didn't seem to resemble an Eleven.

[fated_blade]

Saber was a King once, so she could immediatly recognize that he was Royalty before he said it. But this prince was a bit...well too prince-ly.

"I am sorry. But I must tell you that you will not find something like that here, Master Clovis." She would not call him 'highness' or 'majesty'...too weird.

"You are not in your own world anymore."

[narcisse_royal]

Clovis is the definition of Prince, which may be more bad than good.

He was well pleased with the respect, even if it was not the usual Your Highness, but...did he hear her right? Another world? He blinked twice, confused.

"Excuse me?" He asked again. He would've said this was some sort of trick, but the girl's stoic face didn't seem the type that joked.

"First, please tell me who you are and where this is. This must be some silly mistake."

[fated_blade]

Saber thought for a moment. He had said 'Britannia' right? Wasn't that where Euphie had said she was from? She didn't like to play this card, but it was the most efficient way to deal with the situation.

"My name is Arthuria Pendragon. I believe you would know me better as "King Arthur"....but I go by Saber now."

She realized he probably wouldn't believe her, but it at least got useless small talk out of the way.

[narcisse_royal]

That was unexpected. King Arthur? Pendragon, the name of the Britannian capital? He wanted to dismiss this, but it just was too odd to be ignored. Despite all the questions he had in his mind, he could only think of one question to ask right away.

"...Isn't King Arthur supposed to be, well, male?"

[fated_blade]

"Yes. Technically speaking I was recorded to be male. And I was believed to be male...."

Maybe she should just start pretending to be a man again.

"I understand your confusion completely. But tell me, do you know a girl named 'Euphie?' She said she was also from Britannia."

[narcisse_royal]

"Euphie? Of course, she is my little sister." He nodded. She knows of the Royal Family? Then, perhaps, he can be a bit more lenient if Euphie considers Arthuria to be a friend. "She lives here now?"

Something was definitely strange. He was not the only royalty here? Clovis was starting to believe, if only a little, the idea that he could be in entirely different world.

Wait. Didn't he go to sleep some time before? Is this some incredibly realistic dream? "This will sound strange, but is this some elaborate dream? The last memory I have before coming here was sleeping in my headquarters."

Clovis was starting to get anxious. What if the 'project' was not found while he is away? He very well couldn't let those Eleven terrorists escape with it.