Reserved at Mayfield
[What an abrupt end to the fourth Holy Grail War... Lancelot only had vague memories of what he had done. They all came in bits and pieces. He was in no control, after all, when Mad Enhancement took its course. Memories of fighting people including a golden king on land and air and, of course, Arturia filled his mind. As a Servant, he understood basic details of his surroundings, but that wasn't the case here.
Lancelot had no idea where was or how he even got here in the first place. All he notices is the phone which... is a familiar enough object from the current war.]
... I do not believe that I am the only one pulled from the world. There must be others as well, presumably. Other Servants, Masters, or even those who are not involved...
To those that are under similar circumstances, please, tell me more about this town. Why were we brought here? How is it that our powers have been stripped from us?
... Thank you. [Despite only being here for a few minutes, he seems to have figured out a fair amount of Mayfield's elements. How 'bout that.]
-2-
[You decide one day to dine at a local restaurant in Mayfield. Maybe you're taking a date out for a formal-ish dinner. Wearing a suit and bow tie, your... waiter arrives to greet you. His face is filled with a mixed expression of confusion and slight embarrassment.]
Good evening. Do you have a reservation?
[Internally, he's still asking himself what is it that he's doing. Nobody can say for sure.]
-3-
[Summer Lovin'.
Lancelot finds himself... in a lavish room different from the one he's used to at his house all of a sudden. His eye wanders from the left to right as he tries to decipher just what the hell is going on. Whatever it is, he isn't at all pleased. The food is set near the bed and his wife next to him is clearly wearing clothing meant to be somewhat provocative.
While it isn't a carbon copy of a particular event or serious of events that he could recall in the past, it bears some similarity.]
One can only assume what sort of thoughts you must have had... when you prepared all that food, this room, and those licentious garments. It's almost as if you were mocking me.
Your efforts are applauded, since you've clearly took your time with this, but I am not amused. Not one bit.
-4-
[Mad howls echo through the streets of Mayfield. Lancelot has regained most of his powers, his armor, and Mad Enhancement some time ago. Once again, his mind has been shattered and reduced to that of a mad beast. The Black Knight is loose. Thick, black fog surrounds him as he searches for just about any punching bag to vent his infinite rage. In his hand appears to be a black lamppost with pulsing red veins marking its sides.
If you happen to be Berserker's Master, he will not harm you. You are his source of energy, after all, but by now, you must be exhausted.
If you are... anybody else? He charges at you, roaring and prepared to strike hard with his weapon.]
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Lancelot had no idea where was or how he even got here in the first place. All he notices is the phone which... is a familiar enough object from the current war.]
... I do not believe that I am the only one pulled from the world. There must be others as well, presumably. Other Servants, Masters, or even those who are not involved...
To those that are under similar circumstances, please, tell me more about this town. Why were we brought here? How is it that our powers have been stripped from us?
... Thank you. [Despite only being here for a few minutes, he seems to have figured out a fair amount of Mayfield's elements. How 'bout that.]
-2-
[You decide one day to dine at a local restaurant in Mayfield. Maybe you're taking a date out for a formal-ish dinner. Wearing a suit and bow tie, your... waiter arrives to greet you. His face is filled with a mixed expression of confusion and slight embarrassment.]
Good evening. Do you have a reservation?
[Internally, he's still asking himself what is it that he's doing. Nobody can say for sure.]
-3-
[Summer Lovin'.
Lancelot finds himself... in a lavish room different from the one he's used to at his house all of a sudden. His eye wanders from the left to right as he tries to decipher just what the hell is going on. Whatever it is, he isn't at all pleased. The food is set near the bed and his wife next to him is clearly wearing clothing meant to be somewhat provocative.
While it isn't a carbon copy of a particular event or serious of events that he could recall in the past, it bears some similarity.]
One can only assume what sort of thoughts you must have had... when you prepared all that food, this room, and those licentious garments. It's almost as if you were mocking me.
Your efforts are applauded, since you've clearly took your time with this, but I am not amused. Not one bit.
-4-
[Mad howls echo through the streets of Mayfield. Lancelot has regained most of his powers, his armor, and Mad Enhancement some time ago. Once again, his mind has been shattered and reduced to that of a mad beast. The Black Knight is loose. Thick, black fog surrounds him as he searches for just about any punching bag to vent his infinite rage. In his hand appears to be a black lamppost with pulsing red veins marking its sides.
If you happen to be Berserker's Master, he will not harm you. You are his source of energy, after all, but by now, you must be exhausted.
If you are... anybody else? He charges at you, roaring and prepared to strike hard with his weapon.]
▄▃▂▄▅▅▉▉〓!!