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Saber | Arturia Pendragon ([personal profile] arturiarex) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-04-03 09:14 am

Aereuer Showers

Who: Saber, Various
When: Throughout the month of Aereuer
Where: The City, the outskirts, the wild, etc.
What: Catch-all
Warnings: None (yet)

[ooc: catch-all! If you'd like to plot something, drop me a line via PM or [plurk.com profile] dragoon1940
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[personal profile] ua_duibhne 2020-04-06 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Naturally, Diarmuid had been silent throughout the process, smiling and nodding but otherwise not entirely knowing how to react to his new partner. The witch helming this particular branch of the investigation had gone about introducing the two of them as though they were strangers, oblivious to the unease lingering between them. It was almost a relief when she had left; he feels no need for pretence in front of Saber. Their relationship is- well, it's perfectly simple in its perfect complexity.

Even now as he glances over at her, it's with an unreadable expression. It's true that they've been civil- hell, outright friendly with each other over the network but it's a very different experience in person. Perhaps that had lulled him into a false sense of security. The changes in her physically, a potential visual way to draw a line between the past and present, do little to straighten out his amibivalence; no amount of claws and tails could make her any less magnetic. Any less King Arthur.

He clears his throat.

"One of the farms set upon by the beast is nearby." He shades his eyes with his hand and peers at the tufts of smoke visible just over the treeline. "If you'd like to examine the damage first hand, it might be an idea to pay it a visit."
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[personal profile] ua_duibhne 2020-04-06 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Diarmuid's footsteps falter as he stops to regard her- but it's reflexive when his hand goes to his midriff, fingertips brushing fabric with an almost imperceptible tremble. It's not quite the same place his spear pierced in Fuyuki but-

"... neither was I," he says.

The hand falls limply to his side and he forces himself to look away, irritation already beginning to well up in the wound the memory left. Saber's presence is so confusing. The twin memories of his pride at fighting alongside her and the humiliation of his end hit so many familiar notes in the tragedy of his legend that it's hard not to linger in it. But only briefly: allowing it to effect him now would be unprofessional. More than though, he's trying against all his intincts to believe that she was telling the truth. If she's the king he so desperately wants her to be, his faith won't be the death of him this time.

As they reach the gates up ahead, he glances over his shoulder.

"Have your senses grown any stronger since your transformation?"
Edited 2020-04-06 22:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ua_duibhne 2020-04-07 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Likewise, Diarmuid lets that flicker of discomfort pass without reacting to it. Their relationship is so delicate right now that it feels like any misplaced comments could tear the still healing ties holding it together.

"Aye, I've been spared a lot of suffering." He pauses, brow furrowing slightly. "Some of the more... psychological changes filter through my Bonds but it's minimal by comparison."

Well, mostly through one particular Bond. It's a good thing that this mission hadn't taken place a few days before because he still would have been sneezing and sulking with the remainders of a headcold thanks to a misadventure on Berserker's part.

Diarmuid unlatches the gate and steps through- but his next move comes before he can stop it. Wordlessly, he holds it open, head bowed slightly in expectation of Saber following him, as though he were waiting on a lord. After all this time, those old habits hold strong, it seems; a king is a king, no matter the circumstances they find themselves in.
Edited 2020-04-07 12:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] boarddyd 2020-04-07 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
A new arrival and unbound, Dimitri's presence on this venture has been the point of contention for a few of the more regular travelers. Others vouched for him; when a pair offered to watch over him, he had thanked them profusely.

And then kept to himself as they set out.

Of course, he has questions, but Dimitri has resigned to finding his answers in battle, rather than in idle chatter.

Not that he minds the sudden company - he turns to the woman with a polite smile and nods. "That's correct.

This is my first venture into the wild, but I assure you I will stay out of the way." He says, but he's brought two spears, and he does intend to fight should one arise.
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[personal profile] hegemonwings 2020-04-08 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The growing discomfort that Byleth can feel through the bond definitely gets her attention. She's has been keeping odd hours, thanks to the time she arrived and Edelgard's own nocturnal habits, so she's not woken by it, but... this is alarming. She had expected something to happen on the night of the full moon, but whatever this is—concern and worry bleeds through from her side of the bond, as she retrieves her watch from where she's placed it on her desk.

Saber. Are you all right?
Do you need help?


The second she places her watch back down, she's already pulling on her boots.
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[personal profile] hegemonwings 2020-04-08 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
That seems exactly like what she'd expect from Saber so far. Byleth finishes buckling her boots in place, turning her attention back to her watch to answer.

I'm more concerned for you.
Where are you now? I'll come to you.
Edited 2020-04-08 23:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hegemonwings 2020-04-09 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
After a quick exchange with two of her housemates, she's out the door.

I'm borrowing Edelgard's bicycle and some pain relievers. I'll be there as quickly as I can. Do whatever you think will help in the meantime.


Byleth's... never ridden a bicycle before. She's seen them being used since arriving in Aefenglom, and she thinks she understands the principle, but... well, first time for everything. Luckily, her coordination and riding skills seem to translate... well enough? So she's on her way as quickly as she feels she can safely take this thing, sending assurance and warmth through the bond in an effort to help.
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[personal profile] hegemonwings 2020-04-09 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Byleth doesn't bother to park the bike, letting it fall as she dismounts and rushes to Saber's side, kneeling beside her. She had been able to feel how the pain worsened, and that had pushed her onwards to get there faster. She notes the shift under her nightshirt. Maybe it's another change coming in, that happens in the full moon from what she's seen, but...

"Saber." She pulls a glass flask of water from her coat pocket, and a vial of pills. She opens both, quickly, holding out one of the painkillers. "Take this. It will help."
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[personal profile] hegemonwings 2020-04-09 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Byleth forces down whatever anxiety she feels at the state Saber is in, not wanting to risk a feedback loop that would only make things worse. Her own jaw tenses from the echo of the pain, a sharp sound coming from her throat. "Don't try to speak. Just look at me." Her voice is strained, even as she tries to sound every bit the commander, and she pockets the flask and pills again, placing her hands on Saber's shoulders. Best to try to give her something better to focus on than the pain.

She tries to push reassurance through the bond that apologies aren't necessary, that it will be okay once Saber manages to ride this out. She doesn't have to deal with this alone.
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[personal profile] hegemonwings 2020-04-09 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Byleth's felt worse, but this sort of pain is something that she's never quite thought of before. Even feeling just the echo of it is difficult to handle, but not impossible. She grits her teeth and lets out a pained groan as... whatever that is tears free from Saber's back. She ignores the pain from the vicegrip on her wrist, even if she's sure she'll have some bruises from that.

"... No, it's... I'm not sure." Well, she could give an educated guess. But she's troubled by the apparent sight that what's emerging from her back still isn't at full size, especially as... "Saber. I need to cut your shirt. Can you trust me to do that?"
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[personal profile] ua_duibhne 2020-04-09 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Convenience... that's how things began with Berserker isn't it? He's quiet for a moment, the faintest of smiles flickering if not across his lips then in his eyes, brightening his countenance for just a second or two. Even the thought of him warms his heart, bolsters his confidence in this strange scenario, and he seems more relaxed for it as he turns back to Saber.

"I hope it brings you more than just peace of mind. Truly."

There's something painfully genuine about the way he says it and, as soon as he realises, he's forced to look away, embarrassed.

"Regardless," he continues, "we have a duty to the people here."

Right. Duty. It's much easier to focus on that than their complicated emotional lives and he picks up the pace a little more. It isn't longer before the first of several barns comes into view, accompanied by a herd of grazing sheep and the odd cow- none of whom seem very concerned about being dragged off in the night. The farmhouse sits in the middle of it all, its doors open and several chickens pecking around the yard.
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[personal profile] boarddyd 2020-04-10 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
The formality she exudes is comfortable for him. Dimitri falls into step with the woman easily, matching his gait to hers as the group travels farther from the city. With a polite nod, he accepts her reassurance, though he will still be conscious of his behavior.

"Ah, yes. I have a fair amount of training in sword and hand to hand combat as well.

A lance is simply what I'm most comfortable with." He doesn't dual wield them like some kind of weirdo, either, he just... breaks them easily. Honestly, he's wondering if two was enough.

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