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[bloodings]

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[ If there's one thing obvious about the fully-armoured knight in the middle of the hallway, she (or he?? it's very hard to tell) is drenched. Absolutely soaked. Water drips almost comically from the horns on her helmet, and she leaves a wet trail on the floor with every step.

The second most obvious thing: she's pissed. Maybe even understandably. She had to beat up some stalkers that tried to take her armour just to get here. ]

What. The. Hell. [ Worst summoning ever. She stomps furiously through the base, ignoring anything that might actually provide an explanation, and instead accosts whoever is unlucky enough to be in her path. ] You! What kind of second— no, third-rate Master are you, summoning me like that?!

[ Answer carefully. ]

text, some time later:

where can i get some clothes in this stupid place

[ Yeah, that bad mood hasn't gone anywhere. ]

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[ex_resound725]

[This weirdass smallknut. Zelda stares wide-eyed, wondering if she can draw up a barrier in time to protect herself. Has that evil awoken somehow here? She'll need to call out to Fi—

But it doesn't sound right. So...

Zelda straightens up, and she meets the knight with a level gaze.]

I did not summon you, and am no one's Master.

[bloodings]

[ She's about five seconds away from petulantly stomping her foot at this point, tbh. ]

No, someone definitely called for me. Are you that incompetent? [ Considering she was summoned into the middle of the ocean, she's not ruling anything out. ] Lying won't help you now.

[ Mordred have you checked if you're actually connected to her... no, of course not. ]

[ex_resound725]

[That's fine, Zelda can handle being a babysitter. She puts her hands on hips.]

You can't just accuse a stranger of lying without any proof. Who are you, and why do you believe I summoned you?

[Sure she radiates divine magical energy but that's a coincidence.]

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[despairing_hope]

I suppose it depends on the sorts of clothes you want. I would just ask "Is there anyone who can help me get some clothes please?" because that will get you more people to be helpful.

[bloodings]

right now anything is fine
i dont care about people being helpful i care about getting an answer

[ They're literally the same thing tho?? ]

[despairing_hope]

The thing is, if they don't feel like being helpful, they won't make you the clothes you want. So you should really think about both.

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[hopefragment]

well, you can always dig through whatever spares people have made. if you're any good at sewing, it's pretty easy to make cloth with the fabricator. i don't mind showing you how if you want.

based on the question, i don't think i'm too far off to say "welcome"... you're new here, huh?

[bloodings]

yeah. someone screwed up big time

[ That's all she has to say about that. She's still mad about being summoned — not summoned, technically — in such a way. ]

i'm a knight. i fight, not sew. [ Thank your lucky stars, Hinata. She'd be a terrible student. ] i'll take the spares if there's anything good in there

[hopefragment]

i see...

[Knights can't learn to sew...? Alrighty then.]

i mean if you're going to root through the spares, i don't think you can afford to be picky. if you want something custom-made, you can try asking my girlfriend, hajime ichinose. she's really talented, and i'm sure she'd help you out if you ask nicely.

[Asking nicely being the key. Not for Hajime (Ichinose) but for Hajime (Hinata).]

anyway, when you say someone screwed up... can i ask how you think you arrived here? like what your last memory was? it's something of a personal project of mine.

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[symphonise]

[ Nonon would have been a little impressed by the armor but then all that rudeness came out. She somehow looks down her nose at Mordred even though Mordred's likely taller. ]

Who the hell would summon anything like you? I wouldn't want to be a master of a sopping sack.

[bloodings]

[ Honestly not by much... her armour gives her some extra height but she's barely over 5'1 without it. It probably makes her pitching a fit a little (or a lot) less intimidating. ]

Hah?! I'm like this because of your screwup! [ Or, well, not, but assumptions are being made. ] Don't try and push your incompetence onto me, idiot!

[symphonise]

[ Nonon doesn't even touch 5', so a whole 2 or 3 inches. Not that size has ever intimidated her. ]

My incompetence? Ha! What a joke. It's your incompetence that keeps you barking like a wet dog. Why don't you go find a bone to bury?

[ She flaps a hand. Shoo, fly, go away. ]

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[quadjumps]

some guys i roomed with before disappeared and all their shit's still in my room if you want any of those.

[bloodings]

where is that? this place is a damn maze

[ Sort of. Mostly she's still too grumpy to try and figure it out. ]

i accidentally marked this as read SORRY

[quadjumps]

third floor room three

[lamortespoir]

[ Sanson's immediately notified once a new Servant arrives. It's hard to miss that signature, after all - and once she comes into view, yelling at someone else (or one of the other robots, perhaps), he has to make sure she is not the enemy. ]

Servant Saber. We have to talk.

[ He doesn't have any weapons out, though his manner is... well, he's not good at appearing super friendly. ]

[bloodings]

[ Ah. It doesn't matter that he doesn't have any (visible) weapons — she has her sword pointed at him in an instant. She knows another Servant when she sees one. ]

Do we? If you know who I am, I think we have to fight instead. [ Master or no Master. Mordred hardly needs any encouragement to pick a fight, anyway. ] Or are you going to try and bargain for your life?

[lamortespoir]

[ Said in the most deadpan voice possible: ]

If you tried to unleash any of your measure of power to try and obliterate me, you would find that you will exhaust yourself and fade from existence.

[ He's only able to use his NP without fading because he's naturally a Servant that requires very little energy to upkeep. ]

I have information for you.

[parodeity]

[ uh. okay. not how he expected this trip to the base to go. dave holds up his hand for a high five. ]

Knight high five?

[ yeah. ]

I didn't summon you, for the record, and I ain't a master. I'm a Knight, if you're lookin' for a class. [ or the "red saber" as sanson puts it, but. ]

[bloodings]

[ She just... stares at his hand for a moment, then turns her helmet back towards his face. It's probably really awkward to watch. ]

There's no class by that name. [ There are the three knight classes, but she doesn't think he's referring to that. ] Well, if you didn't summon me, I have no business with you. Forget you saw this.

[ Her tone sounds 100% flat and serious. Forget the weird, soaking wet knight. It's that easy, right? ]

[parodeity]

[ ? ? ? only one other person has been this weird about classes. ]

Saber? [ he doesn't mean it in regards to her but more as what he's been called before, for reasons he's still not clear on. ]

[imsorey]

[People being angry and drenched isn't new, but the full body suit of armor sure is, so he has to do a little double-take when she stomps up to him.]

I think it's called kidnapping, not summoning. --Oh, but I'm not anybody's master and we don't know who brought us here so that might not be the right question to ask.

[bloodings]

[ Mordred clucks her tongue, annoyed. ]

Only a fool would think to kidnap me. [ Or any Servant. Not that it's possible, anyway. ] ... You're not a Master, but are you a magus? Identify yourself.

[ Half-threateningly, she lifts the sword slung over her shoulder. She isn't inclined to pick on random people, but she's suspicious of Literally Everyone right now. ]

[fullofgusto]

[John steps into the hallway, yawning while clutching a thing of juice in one hand. When he opens his eyes again, he's greeted by the sight of the back of a person wearing a suit of armor. He pauses, tilting his head curiously before speaking.]

...Hello?

[bloodings]

[ Hearing a voice from behind her is actually a little startling. Mordred whirls, immediately pointing her sword at John — he looks unassuming enough, but then, a lot of magi do. ]

Who are you? [ Her tone is more wary than outright threatening, but there's still an air of hostility about her. ]