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2014-09-04T19:36:13Z

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 :'''{{#var:346|Saber (346)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Arturia's return glance reassured Bedivere that she would explain it later; it wasn't as if she could stop and explain over a thousand years of history to the poor knight in a matter of minutes. But she came to the conclusion that she would have to sit down with him at some point and get him more up to speed on things, if for no other reason than communicating more efficiently. A textbook of world history, perhaps...hopefully, she would be able to find something in Welsh, or even Irish. Both languages had changed somewhat over the years, but they would at least be somewhat legible. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It was just as well they refrained from one of their usual silent 'arguments', which would have involved even more subtle glaring and the implication of a form of address Bedivere intensely dreaded. Luckily, she had no need to remind him of his status...not /yet/. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But it just might, as talk turns towards the nature of Servants. Saber folded her hands in her lap, compromising nothing of her proper posture even as she shifted slightly. "Servants are...the best way we can be described is that we are beings of pure magical energy...the life-force of the world, as it were. Upon death, certain heroes ascend to a plane of existence known as the Throne of Heroes, yet are able to be summoned back to the material plane as Servants by Masters chosen by an artefact better known as the Holy Grail." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Here's where things got a little messy and more than a little confusing. "There would appear to be many different accounts of this artefact, but in our world, it is capable of bestowing any wish, no matter how impossible. Seven Servants are summoned during each successive War for the Holy Grail, each of a specific class in accordance with our legends: Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Caster, Berserker, Assassin. I myself am a Saber." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She paused briefly to sip at her tea before continuing. "Our purpose is to battle one another until only one Master and Servant pair remain. The Holy Grail then bestows their wish upon them." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And in the five years since her own War ended, the Wars in the multiverse didn't always follow that pattern. But she would let Jeanne or Jack or even Mordred explain their own version, as Saber remained somewhat in the dark of what that War entailed. "However, where it concerns Servants within the multiverse, the War seems to largely be halted for whatever reason upon Unification. Thus, many have either considered it on hold or, as I have, abandoned it completely, and simply devoted ourselves to our original ideals. As we are no longer mortal, or human, we have certain advantages and disadvantages. We possess strength and speed greater than a mortal human being, yet we are dependent upon a Master to sustain our existence on the material plane, as well as a source of magical energy." <br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:482|Sir Bedivere (482)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>  Those violet eyes flick from Servant to crime fighter, as though Bedivere were watching some kind of strange, arcane tennis match. While he's able to understand some of the converstaion, there are nonetheless details that elude him; things he has not yet had the opportunity to learn about. It may be that he's thinking of the same thing as Arturia -- catching himself up with some manner of textbook.<br /><br />  Surely there must be something written in a variant of Welsh or Gaelic that he would understand. In the Union's library, perhaps?<br /><br />  His gaze turns to the wristwatch when KITT asks his question, blinking somewhat. It's no different from hearing someone's voice through the radio, but it's a bit strange to know that this particular voice issues from a vehicle.<br /><br />  He'll leave that question for Arturia, though. She's far more qualified to answer it. Through her explanation he remains silent, violet eyes sliding back to Michael, studying the man with a neutral expression. Few details are missed by the marshal; perhaps the other might realise that he's being scrutinised carefully. Not necessarily suspiciously -- but it's a thorough study.<br /><br />  "Indeed," he murmurs, at the tail end of her explanation. "Although I imagine there are other Servants who have elected to carry on their wars even through the Multiverse, I have not yet heard of such Servants or Masters. It would be difficult within such scope." It's probable that there are those out there who would relish such a challenge, and those who wouldn't care about the collateral damage... but not those within Dun Realtai.<br /><br />  He drums his fingers on the table's surface, almost restlessly, considering Michael again as though he were attempting to understand some great mystery.<br /><br />  "Servants are also free to contract with other Masters; those who had not summoned them," he adds, nodding in Saber's direction to indicate her. "My lord has contracted with various Masters in her time within the multiverse. It is not unheard of. It is also possible for a Master to lose control of a Servant, by whatever means."<br /><br />  "They are then free to either destroy their former Master, or strike a new contract, depending on their whims. However, the one unifying trait is that Masters are always magi." Curiously, the word he uses is 'fili,' and it seems to imply more of a bard than a magician. "They always have some skill in witchcraft."<br /><br />  Pushing himself back to his feet, he rises stiffly, mouth setting into a thin line of pain. "Excuse me for a moment." He'll retreat to the kitchens, then -- and return a few minutes later, slowly and stiffly, with a basket and what appears to be rolls. As well as three more cups of tea; basket carefully balanced from his sling-confined right hand, and the fingers of his left deftly looped through the teacups' handles. Quite impressive, really.<br /><br />  He sets these down -- ignoring whatever incidental looks he might get from Arturia -- and serves the other two their rolls and fresh tea; lastly setting a roll and a cup out for himself before easing down, stiffly and painfully, back into his seat. Perhaps, as he does, Michael might notice the tattoo on his right hand -- at least, it looks like a tattoo. It's red as blood, an elabourate set of Celtic-style knotwork that forms the image of a sword, point facing his fingertips.<br /><br />  "The other thing to bear in mind of a Servant is that they are not always forthcoming in regards to their identity. During the War of the Holy Grail, it is a common tactic, I am told, to obfuscate one's true name. Knowing one's legend is a means to defeat one's enemies, for one then knows their weaknesses."<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:482|Sir Bedivere (482)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>  Those violet eyes flick from Servant to crime fighter, as though Bedivere were watching some kind of strange, arcane tennis match. While he's able to understand some of the converstaion, there are nonetheless details that elude him; things he has not yet had the opportunity to learn about. It may be that he's thinking of the same thing as Arturia -- catching himself up with some manner of textbook.<br /><br />  Surely there must be something written in a variant of Welsh or Gaelic that he would understand. In the Union's library, perhaps?<br /><br />  His gaze turns to the wristwatch when KITT asks his question, blinking somewhat. It's no different from hearing someone's voice through the radio, but it's a bit strange to know that this particular voice issues from a vehicle.<br /><br />  He'll leave that question for Arturia, though. She's far more qualified to answer it. Through her explanation he remains silent, violet eyes sliding back to Michael, studying the man with a neutral expression. Few details are missed by the marshal; perhaps the other might realise that he's being scrutinised carefully. Not necessarily suspiciously -- but it's a thorough study.<br /><br />  "Indeed," he murmurs, at the tail end of her explanation. "Although I imagine there are other Servants who have elected to carry on their wars even through the Multiverse, I have not yet heard of such Servants or Masters. It would be difficult within such scope." It's probable that there are those out there who would relish such a challenge, and those who wouldn't care about the collateral damage... but not those within Dun Realtai.<br /><br />  He drums his fingers on the table's surface, almost restlessly, considering Michael again as though he were attempting to understand some great mystery.<br /><br />  "Servants are also free to contract with other Masters; those who had not summoned them," he adds, nodding in Saber's direction to indicate her. "My lord has contracted with various Masters in her time within the multiverse. It is not unheard of. It is also possible for a Master to lose control of a Servant, by whatever means."<br /><br />  "They are then free to either destroy their former Master, or strike a new contract, depending on their whims. However, the one unifying trait is that Masters are always magi." Curiously, the word he uses is 'fili,' and it seems to imply more of a bard than a magician. "They always have some skill in witchcraft."<br /><br />  Pushing himself back to his feet, he rises stiffly, mouth setting into a thin line of pain. "Excuse me for a moment." He'll retreat to the kitchens, then -- and return a few minutes later, slowly and stiffly, with a basket and what appears to be rolls. As well as three more cups of tea; basket carefully balanced from his sling-confined right hand, and the fingers of his left deftly looped through the teacups' handles. Quite impressive, really.<br /><br />  He sets these down -- ignoring whatever incidental looks he might get from Arturia -- and serves the other two their rolls and fresh tea; lastly setting a roll and a cup out for himself before easing down, stiffly and painfully, back into his seat. Perhaps, as he does, Michael might notice the tattoo on his left hand -- at least, it looks like a tattoo. It's red as blood, an elabourate set of Celtic-style knotwork that forms the image of a sword, point facing his fingertips.<br /><br />  "The other thing to bear in mind of a Servant is that they are not always forthcoming in regards to their identity. During the War of the Holy Grail, it is a common tactic, I am told, to obfuscate one's true name. Knowing one's legend is a means to defeat one's enemies, for one then knows their weaknesses."<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:543|Michael Knight (543)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Michael Knight says, "Hey, thanks, Sir Bedivere." Knight takes a roll and, reluctantly, a second cup of tea. "One day I'll have to take you to a game or something to make up for the..." Royal treatment. Hardy har har. "Well, the hospitality." He does note the knight's tattoo, and indeed, throughout the encounter he occasionally casts a return glance to Bedivere. His scrutiny isn't nearly so detailed as the knight's, however. <br /><br /> "How often do Servants go up against their Masters?" It seems to him like Masters might have an unfortunate habit of going a little bit power hungry--just based on the fact that there's apparently a precedent for 'destroying' Masters. "I'm guessing you've had to have run into some, uh, less than kind sorts over the years, your majesty.""<br> <br>
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 :'''{{#var:543|Michael Knight (543)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Michael Knight offers respectful bows to the lord of the realm and her faithful knight. "Thank you," he says. "I'll take you up on that offer, gladly." He's never stayed the night in a castle before--wait till Devon hears about this! He stands as Arturia and Bedivere leave, and once they've done so, goes to find a servant (lower case 's') for directions to some accomodations.<br> <br>
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Hrimfaxi: Clerical error fix.

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