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capeandcowllogs2013-04-15 05:23 am
promised_victory) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-04-15 05:23 am
Entry tags:
ITP: Arrogance
WHO: Saber and anyone!
WHERE: Around the City, in the Conservatory Garden, and in the streets
WHEN: Throughout the week of the 14th
WARNINGS: None at the moment.
SUMMARY: Saber gets her bearings around the City, contemplates her situation in the Conservatory Garden, and gets stuck in the middle of a crowd of overexcited teenage boys.
FORMAT: Starting with prose in the past tense. Will follow whatever format and tense you reply with.
[A: Exploring the City]
Fuyuki had not been a small town, not by any stretch of the imagination. The Fuyuki Saber had been familiar with had been one slowly growing into a bustling commerce center. Still small, yes, and not much to claim to its name, but still growing, still catching up to the other more advanced cities of its day.
Yes, Fuyuki had not been a small town, but it certainly did not have so many people in it. Once upon a time Saber had thought an airport was densely populated and chalked it up to it being a waystation for travelers. Now, she thought, this City she had found herself in was the most densely populated place she had ever been. The skyscrapers were so high as to be dizzying, the sidewalk so packed with people it was hard not to bump into people. The only saving grace was that everyone seemed so used to it that they didn't mind when she accidentally bumped into them and so she gave up on saying 'excuse me' every few steps.
After some time and realizing she had no idea where she was going, she decided to stop and ask for directions. To her frustration, many shrugged her off. Did no one in this day and age have manners? But then she finally managed to get someone to stop and speak to her.
"Excuse me, could you please direct me to a place called 'the MAC'? I was told I could find lodgings there for the night."
[B: South Conservatory Garden]
And then there were places with less people in which she could take a moment to think. The park was lovely and it warmed Saber's heart to see nature so preserved even in the middle of a grand metropolis like this. It allowed her to think, even if she had a hard time finding a moment to be alone.
By all rights she should be on Camlann Hill at that very moment. She should be making her contract with the world for a third time, even if only to find out how Shirou and Rin's lives had turned out. The Grail they had in the War had not been the one she sought, the one that could save her beloved kingdom. Yet it could still be out there, somewhere, and she only had to ask to find it.
Part of her feels guilty she hadn't tried to hold on for even a moment longer in the Fifth Grail War, to give Rin and Shirou a proper good-bye. The two would be all right, of that she had been certain. Both were powerful and capable and she trusted Rin to make up for Shirou's complete lack of common sense, to make sure he did not walk down the path Archer did.
Archer was another matter entirely, one she chose not to think of for the moment. For now she needed to figure out what to do here. She was a Servant here and yet did not have a Master. How she had not disappear after the two hours allotted to her was a mystery she did not care to solve at the moment. It was time she was grateful for, though she would have to be careful about her mana usage. The situation in this City was so strange she did not wish to test what using up her reserves would do to her.
She was lost enough in thought that when she turned a corner she wound up running directly into someone and took a step back. Luckily she was in the clothes Rin had given her back in Fuyuki and not her dress and armor. The person she ran into would not be hurt.
"Pardon me. I was not watching where I was going." Which was so very out of character for her.
[C: Street Performance]
It'd been an accident.
Honestly.
Saber had been exploring the City some more and had seen a crowd gathering near the edge of Central Park. She'd heard the clanging of swords and had gone to investigate. What she found had been a mock battle, a show of some sort, and while she had thought it entertaining, it was a bit of a farce. They were not doing the basic swing-and-clang of most theater sword fights meant to get the viewer's attention, no. They were attempting to recreate honest-to-goodness swordfighting and failing miserably. The crowd seemed to enjoy it, but the more Saber watched it the more critical she became until she could not help but to speak up:
"No. Your grip of the sword is all wrong. No matter what, you do not change it."
That had upset the performers. Understandably so. Yet instead of asking her to please keep quiet and remind her it was simply a performance the larger of the two asked her what she knew of it. She then proclaimed to know a thing or two of the sword, nothing more.
Then he had the gall to ask her to prove it to him. They were professional swordsmen, after all.
The sheer arrogance of that statement coming from anyone but Kay naturally set her off. At least her foster brother had cause for such pride! Until she began to gather her Round Table together he had been considered one of the best knights in the land, having only ever been bested by her during her girlhood. This man who could not even hold a sword properly had no such reason to assume such things.
Saber took the waster offered to her by the man's sparring partner and in less than thirty seconds had sent the man flat on his face and then his backside. Every rush at her was sloppy and she did not even have to bother putting mana in her strikes to give them more power, instead relying on pure technique to defeat this foe. After the man made a fool of himself for the seventh time, his partner tried to ease him off, telling him he had no reason to pick fights with people. Her opponent shrugged him off and, as Saber moved to head back into the crowd, he rushed her. Saber neatly stepped aside, pulling the sword from his grip, and used his own momentum to send him into the nearby fountain.
The man was unwounded by that move, unless you counted his pride. By that point the crowd was cheering, saying she was very cool, and Saber had to fight down the heat rising to her face. She had not meant to draw attention to herself in such a manner and instead gave the crowd a polite bow before trying to push her way out of it.
One would think that when someone just laid out a person as she had, that others would keep their distance. Not this crowd, no. As soon as she tried to leave, people--boys, really--crowded around her. They asked her questions, where she was from, if she was an 'imPort', and other questions along those lines. No matter how much she tried to fight she couldn't get out of the crowd and had to keep raising her voice to make any kind of progress.
"Excuse me! Excuse me, please! I have to go!" she tried to shout over the boys asking her questions. True, she could easily get around them. However, it could mean possibly injuring these boys and that was the last thing she wished to do at the moment. Her only hope was to either finally squirm out of the crowd or get some kind of help from outside the crowd.
WHERE: Around the City, in the Conservatory Garden, and in the streets
WHEN: Throughout the week of the 14th
WARNINGS: None at the moment.
SUMMARY: Saber gets her bearings around the City, contemplates her situation in the Conservatory Garden, and gets stuck in the middle of a crowd of overexcited teenage boys.
FORMAT: Starting with prose in the past tense. Will follow whatever format and tense you reply with.
[A: Exploring the City]
Fuyuki had not been a small town, not by any stretch of the imagination. The Fuyuki Saber had been familiar with had been one slowly growing into a bustling commerce center. Still small, yes, and not much to claim to its name, but still growing, still catching up to the other more advanced cities of its day.
Yes, Fuyuki had not been a small town, but it certainly did not have so many people in it. Once upon a time Saber had thought an airport was densely populated and chalked it up to it being a waystation for travelers. Now, she thought, this City she had found herself in was the most densely populated place she had ever been. The skyscrapers were so high as to be dizzying, the sidewalk so packed with people it was hard not to bump into people. The only saving grace was that everyone seemed so used to it that they didn't mind when she accidentally bumped into them and so she gave up on saying 'excuse me' every few steps.
After some time and realizing she had no idea where she was going, she decided to stop and ask for directions. To her frustration, many shrugged her off. Did no one in this day and age have manners? But then she finally managed to get someone to stop and speak to her.
"Excuse me, could you please direct me to a place called 'the MAC'? I was told I could find lodgings there for the night."
[B: South Conservatory Garden]
And then there were places with less people in which she could take a moment to think. The park was lovely and it warmed Saber's heart to see nature so preserved even in the middle of a grand metropolis like this. It allowed her to think, even if she had a hard time finding a moment to be alone.
By all rights she should be on Camlann Hill at that very moment. She should be making her contract with the world for a third time, even if only to find out how Shirou and Rin's lives had turned out. The Grail they had in the War had not been the one she sought, the one that could save her beloved kingdom. Yet it could still be out there, somewhere, and she only had to ask to find it.
Part of her feels guilty she hadn't tried to hold on for even a moment longer in the Fifth Grail War, to give Rin and Shirou a proper good-bye. The two would be all right, of that she had been certain. Both were powerful and capable and she trusted Rin to make up for Shirou's complete lack of common sense, to make sure he did not walk down the path Archer did.
Archer was another matter entirely, one she chose not to think of for the moment. For now she needed to figure out what to do here. She was a Servant here and yet did not have a Master. How she had not disappear after the two hours allotted to her was a mystery she did not care to solve at the moment. It was time she was grateful for, though she would have to be careful about her mana usage. The situation in this City was so strange she did not wish to test what using up her reserves would do to her.
She was lost enough in thought that when she turned a corner she wound up running directly into someone and took a step back. Luckily she was in the clothes Rin had given her back in Fuyuki and not her dress and armor. The person she ran into would not be hurt.
"Pardon me. I was not watching where I was going." Which was so very out of character for her.
[C: Street Performance]
It'd been an accident.
Honestly.
Saber had been exploring the City some more and had seen a crowd gathering near the edge of Central Park. She'd heard the clanging of swords and had gone to investigate. What she found had been a mock battle, a show of some sort, and while she had thought it entertaining, it was a bit of a farce. They were not doing the basic swing-and-clang of most theater sword fights meant to get the viewer's attention, no. They were attempting to recreate honest-to-goodness swordfighting and failing miserably. The crowd seemed to enjoy it, but the more Saber watched it the more critical she became until she could not help but to speak up:
"No. Your grip of the sword is all wrong. No matter what, you do not change it."
That had upset the performers. Understandably so. Yet instead of asking her to please keep quiet and remind her it was simply a performance the larger of the two asked her what she knew of it. She then proclaimed to know a thing or two of the sword, nothing more.
Then he had the gall to ask her to prove it to him. They were professional swordsmen, after all.
The sheer arrogance of that statement coming from anyone but Kay naturally set her off. At least her foster brother had cause for such pride! Until she began to gather her Round Table together he had been considered one of the best knights in the land, having only ever been bested by her during her girlhood. This man who could not even hold a sword properly had no such reason to assume such things.
Saber took the waster offered to her by the man's sparring partner and in less than thirty seconds had sent the man flat on his face and then his backside. Every rush at her was sloppy and she did not even have to bother putting mana in her strikes to give them more power, instead relying on pure technique to defeat this foe. After the man made a fool of himself for the seventh time, his partner tried to ease him off, telling him he had no reason to pick fights with people. Her opponent shrugged him off and, as Saber moved to head back into the crowd, he rushed her. Saber neatly stepped aside, pulling the sword from his grip, and used his own momentum to send him into the nearby fountain.
The man was unwounded by that move, unless you counted his pride. By that point the crowd was cheering, saying she was very cool, and Saber had to fight down the heat rising to her face. She had not meant to draw attention to herself in such a manner and instead gave the crowd a polite bow before trying to push her way out of it.
One would think that when someone just laid out a person as she had, that others would keep their distance. Not this crowd, no. As soon as she tried to leave, people--boys, really--crowded around her. They asked her questions, where she was from, if she was an 'imPort', and other questions along those lines. No matter how much she tried to fight she couldn't get out of the crowd and had to keep raising her voice to make any kind of progress.
"Excuse me! Excuse me, please! I have to go!" she tried to shout over the boys asking her questions. True, she could easily get around them. However, it could mean possibly injuring these boys and that was the last thing she wished to do at the moment. Her only hope was to either finally squirm out of the crowd or get some kind of help from outside the crowd.