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WHO: Rider and Archer
WHERE: The park
WHEN: The 16th, right after their last thread.
WARNINGS: Power levels over 9000?
SUMMARY: Two Servants walk into a park...
FORMAT: Commentspam.

[After their most recent conversation, Rider has been waiting in the park. As a member of the Rider class, getting there quickly was no trouble, so of course he arrived first. The problem was the waiting.

He really should have brought a beer.]

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[It's a little longer than it should be, since something distracts Archer on his way there. And so, when he does get there...]

Rider.

[He approaches without fuss, only with his communicator held out, turned to a particular entry.]

You like new information, right?

The enemy's shown his face. One of them, at least.

[Rider looks it over, before making a displeased face.]

What a pain in the ass. He's giving up already?

[He tucks the communicator away for now once Rider is done.]

Would he be doing it if he didn't have an escape route? I'm not so sure.

Perhaps. If this is truly his entire goal, then it being already accomplished, he may very well retire. There exist men like that.

The question is, if it was truly his entire goal.

[A shake of his head.]

I went over that post. That's the kind of guy who's determined to keep causing trouble.

The kind of being, I should say.

Then we must remove his ability to cause trouble.

I agree.

So, what are you capable of?

[The trees behind him rustle a bit.]

This is a start.

[Because a good dozen or so swords are poised just outside their branches now, waiting to be released.]

... Well, that isn't a skill I ever expected to see again.

[The swords slice through the air, well away from anywhere they might damage more than some foliage, and vanish. Pop!]

Oh, you fought that hero-king.

I did. I couldn't quite manage to wrest the world out of his hands, but... Well, I will challenge him again one day.

Somewhere, we're not exactly on the same level, Rider.

I won't be fighting you for the world. I'm not interested in it.

[A wave of his hand.]

Well, what I can do isn't the same as what he can do. But it's close.

Summoning and throwing swords? Man, Archers sure are strange.

Well, it feels rude to to not show you mine in return, but it drains too much prana to show without a need.

I go a little farther than him...I don't just throw the things, you know. I use them, too.

[He holds out his hands one moment, and the black and white swords are in them the next, held comfortably on guard as if to fight for just a moment. Then they're gone again, and his arms fall back to his side.]

What can I say? I'm a completist.

But for that, I'll need to see some kind of hint, Rider. Don't ruin Central Park or anything...but I want to know.

Oh, I'll tell you.

My Noble Phantasm is the essence of my legend, the actualization of my ideals, the path I walked as king. It is a call across space and time, so that those legends, my true friends, who fought alongside me and shared in my glory, in my joys and sorrows, will break free from the bonds of death and meet me. And in that endless desert, we will wage war on my enemies once more.

My entire army, after all, is just as legendary as I myself.

[He tries not to let it, but still, his jaw just kind of drops a little.]

That's some Noble Phantasm. Some guys stick to just a weapon or something, you know.

Foolish men, those.

Though it may be moot, if this man truly has given up now. If he has not, I believe it may be the perfect counter to his abilities.

True enough.

How is that, Rider?

[From the look in his eyes he has some inkling--but he wants to hear it.]

He wishes to play at possession? Then I will make it a game of stamina. Inside my Reality Marble, he will not be able to escape, and his only targets will be myself and my men. My men can be summoned and dismissed from my prana at my will. If he possesses one of my men, I shall simply dismiss the summoning. Perhaps he will vanish with them, or perhaps he will take a new form, but I doubt it is something that can be kept up indefinitely.

[A short laugh.]

I guess you know this, but you really think like a conqueror.

So I've lent you my swords. Use them as you will.

You will have to deal the finishing blow, I'm afraid. It's likely I'll be at the end of my own stamina at that time, as well.

I'd be mad if I didn't. I've said it almost enough times, but he killed my Master.

Ha, of course.

It's troubling. I should have been able to protect her. But he played dirty.

I'll learn more about where the authorities are taking him, Rider, and if it will truly be enough to contain him.

I'll leave that task to you, then, Archer. And I shall stock up on prana.

...you mean by sleeping and eating, right?

[Kind of alarmed here because from what he knows of history, the alternatives are either "slaughter half the population of Staten Island" or "wildest party ever in the most popular gay bar in the City."]

[That second option sounds like fun, really.]

Hm, there's something special that I can do here for it. But I can't give away all my secrets so easily.

That's fine, so long as it's not too messy. Let's save the greatest chaos for when we take him down.

But of course.

[Turning to go.]

We'll talk again when I have more information.

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