Volund: Volund moved page Saber 1/2 to 276/Saber 1/2

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Volund moved page Saber 1/2 to 276/Saber 1/2

Hrimfaxi at 01:45, 25 July 2014

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 :'''{{#var:32|Courier Six (32)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The door to the Bar opens up, and in saunters a cowboy and another cowboy, one lady and one fellow. The redhead happily shuffles over to the bar. "Double Whiskeys, straight up, 4 please." Goodness.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The fellow gazes across the room... and there's a whole buncha people in fancy outfits. "Dangit, now I'm feeling underdressed. Evenin' folks." The fellow tips the black cowboy hat, and sidles over to the table. "These seats taken, folks? I don't like drinkin' alone andI don't like leavin' Cass to drink alone."<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:346|Saber (346)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; While she was not on quite the level of high alert that Bedivere was, the blonde Saber nevertheless remained cautious. While she was probably not an enemy -- they were both members of the Union, that at least vaguely put them on the same side -- something about her made the Saber inexplicably wary. She caught the flicker of a questioning glance from her marshal, and turned her head just slightly: a slight shake of her head, and touched the matching red earring on her right ear slightly, seemingly casually. If anyone would pick up on that hint, he would. /If you are asked for a name, give your Dal Riata one./ <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; However, she was rather surprised at the simple request. "The tournament...I had not been aware you competed..." And had lost, apparently. In their own respective worlds such a thing would have only been possible by the hand of another Servant, and she would not be there to tell the tale. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; On the other hand, they could use another sparring partner. Never could have too many. Besides, matches against strong, honourable opponents was a personal weakness of hers she could rarely refuse. "I do not see why not," she replied with a slight smile. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; On the subject of her particular War and the strange circumstances, she could only tilt her head slightly in a hint of a refined shrug. "In the War I participated in, there was some time for preparations, yes," she admitted. "However, I have not heard of it taking as long as it has..." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And suddenly there were cowboys. Not especially unusual -- the Bar and Grill saw countless types from equally countless worlds -- and Saber had been more focused on the conversation at hand. Only for the tiny blonde to be surprised at the sudden greeting and question. "Good evening," she inclined her head politely, but blinked at the question. "I do not believe they are..." <br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:346|Saber (346)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; While she was not on quite the level of high alert that Bedivere was, the blonde Saber nevertheless remained cautious. While she was probably not an enemy -- they were both members of the Union, that at least vaguely put them on the same side -- something about her made the Saber inexplicably wary. She caught the flicker of a questioning glance from her marshal, and turned her head just slightly: a slight shake of her head, and touched the matching red earring on her right ear slightly, seemingly casually. If anyone would pick up on that hint, he would. /If you are asked for a name, give your Dál Riata one./ <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; However, she was rather surprised at the simple request. "The tournament...I had not been aware you competed..." And had lost, apparently. In their own respective worlds such a thing would have only been possible by the hand of another Servant, and she would not be there to tell the tale. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; On the other hand, they could use another sparring partner. Never could have too many. Besides, matches against strong, honourable opponents was a personal weakness of hers she could rarely refuse. "I do not see why not," she replied with a slight smile. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; On the subject of her particular War and the strange circumstances, she could only tilt her head slightly in a hint of a refined shrug. "In the War I participated in, there was some time for preparations, yes," she admitted. "However, I have not heard of it taking as long as it has..." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And suddenly there were cowboys. Not especially unusual -- the Bar and Grill saw countless types from equally countless worlds -- and Saber had been more focused on the conversation at hand. Only for the tiny blonde to be surprised at the sudden greeting and question. "Good evening," she inclined her head politely, but blinked at the question. "I do not believe they are..." <br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:482|Sir Bedivere (482)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>  Such small details that can be spun into such eloquent conversation. Bedivere catches that look, and his eyes slid away from Arturia as though no exchange had taken place between them. He regards the Saber of Silver with cool curiosity.<br /><br />  It certainly seems as though the stranger's words are true, but there were some even in Camelot who could spin the most marvellous lies. He is not so trusting.<br /><br />  That she wants to spar with Arturia is, needless to say, enough that Arturia might observe a faint, faint twitch near the corner of his right eye. A spar? Absolutely not. Foolishness. Ill-thought out foolishness. How can they trust this stranger? Then, his violet eyes flick over to Arturia when she... agrees, and there is a slightly alarmed edge to his regard. /What are you doing?/<br /><br />  Oh, hey, suddenly cowboys.<br /><br />  The handsome young man in the charcoal suit looks over, very slowly, to the assemblage that approaches the table. His features look like he might be either a slightly masculine woman, or a feminine man. It's hard to say, though the lines of his throat are suggestive of the latter. His hair is a blonde so pale it seems almost silvery, and his eyes are a soft blue-grey that trend toward violet.<br /><br />  He stares very flatly at Courier Six, as though he were trying to shove the notion of that odd mode of dress into his brain, but he's still struggling to try and make some sense of the Saber of Silver's intricate kimono.<br /><br />  Good Lord preserve him, why is this multiverse place so /strange/?<br /><br />  It's a long moment or two before he speaks, politely clearing his throat. When he does, his tone is cool and calm, gentle enough in tone that it could well belong to a low-voiced woman.<br /><br />  "They are not taken." Bedivere eyes Courier Six for a moment, before eyeing the Saber of Silver for another moment more. "I suppose," he says, very slowly and just a hint reluctantly, with an apologetic smile that seems just a faint bit forced, "that a sparring match could do no harm. However, I would beg my lady's indulgence, and do so under the condition that I should like to observe." He wants to watch. Because frankly, he doesn't trust her.<br> <br>

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Volund: Volund moved page Saber 1/2 to 276/Saber 1/2

Hrimfaxi at 01:45, 25 July 2014

Hrimfaxi: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/07/24 |Location=Bar and Grill at the Edge of the Multiverse |Synopsis=2 Sabers, one restaurant. Is the Bar and Grill at the Edge of the Multiv..."