A traveler like him is accustomed to the shifting of landscapes, even as unpredictable and inexplicable as they often are, but seeing as this time there was some manner of warning and something terribly familiar about the eerie draw of a glimmering reflective surface, he can't shake the feeling that he should have known better. There's a horrid sensation of pitching forward through nothingness, the dark, and then the abruptness of breaking the surface of some body of water, and rather than a dead world surrounding him, there's life. The unpleasantness of the physical experience though is nothing compared to the mental; it takes so little time for memories to start poking through this wall that apparently was put up in his mind at some point and soon, they're a flood. Days and weeks he had no idea before now had ever happened, entire months he'd just forgotten... Arthur scrambles out of the pond water, but remains on all fours, staring down at the wet grass as he takes huge, heaving breaths, trying to get his bearings as the images and emotions overwhelm him.
It feels like a lifetime before he's finally caught up. Until now, he didn't even know that he'd ever been gone from Chaldea, let alone that other Servants too had found themselves spirited away into this world... Geardagas... Aefenglom. It seems impossible. But all these memories... They feel real. And, well, if it really was impossible, then he himself never would have been able to be summoned to the world of Chaldea in the first place. He's not really in a position to claim whether or not something could happen. Not having remembered any of this when he apparently woke up back in Chaldea though is the truly unnerving part. (He'll save puzzling over the personal relationships it seems he fostered with some of the other Servants for another time, when he feels less insane.)
And there's the fact that this is wrong. It was much the same as the first time, but what's different is the lack of ceremony upon arrival. It's not the Looking Glass House he's in this time. He'd spent many hours in the Looking Glass House, watching the phantoms of his life on his home world in the mirror he emerged from, frustrated and afraid that he couldn't reach them. Something tells him the Witches of The Coven have something to do with this. According to his memories, it wouldn't be the first time their magic rituals caused things to go haywire...
With a last deep breath, Arthur Pendragon finally gets back on his feet. He tries to dismiss his armor, but to no avail. Excalibur is here, thankfully, but just like last time, he's been cut off from his usual abilities. Quickly, then, he removes a gauntlet and check his hand. They're normal, for now. His face, too, doesn't feel like it's undergone any of the transformations he had before. No horns. No fangs. No scales. Is he something else or have they just... not happened yet? It did take a few weeks before they began feeling the first of their transformations, but... something just feels off. He gets the feeling he's not going to be here for long and he's not sure why.
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5/3 - THE HAVEN
A traveler like him is accustomed to the shifting of landscapes, even as unpredictable and inexplicable as they often are, but seeing as this time there was some manner of warning and something terribly familiar about the eerie draw of a glimmering reflective surface, he can't shake the feeling that he should have known better. There's a horrid sensation of pitching forward through nothingness, the dark, and then the abruptness of breaking the surface of some body of water, and rather than a dead world surrounding him, there's life. The unpleasantness of the physical experience though is nothing compared to the mental; it takes so little time for memories to start poking through this wall that apparently was put up in his mind at some point and soon, they're a flood. Days and weeks he had no idea before now had ever happened, entire months he'd just forgotten... Arthur scrambles out of the pond water, but remains on all fours, staring down at the wet grass as he takes huge, heaving breaths, trying to get his bearings as the images and emotions overwhelm him.
It feels like a lifetime before he's finally caught up. Until now, he didn't even know that he'd ever been gone from Chaldea, let alone that other Servants too had found themselves spirited away into this world... Geardagas... Aefenglom. It seems impossible. But all these memories... They feel real. And, well, if it really was impossible, then he himself never would have been able to be summoned to the world of Chaldea in the first place. He's not really in a position to claim whether or not something could happen. Not having remembered any of this when he apparently woke up back in Chaldea though is the truly unnerving part. (He'll save puzzling over the personal relationships it seems he fostered with some of the other Servants for another time, when he feels less insane.)
And there's the fact that this is wrong. It was much the same as the first time, but what's different is the lack of ceremony upon arrival. It's not the Looking Glass House he's in this time. He'd spent many hours in the Looking Glass House, watching the phantoms of his life on his home world in the mirror he emerged from, frustrated and afraid that he couldn't reach them. Something tells him the Witches of The Coven have something to do with this. According to his memories, it wouldn't be the first time their magic rituals caused things to go haywire...
With a last deep breath, Arthur Pendragon finally gets back on his feet. He tries to dismiss his armor, but to no avail. Excalibur is here, thankfully, but just like last time, he's been cut off from his usual abilities. Quickly, then, he removes a gauntlet and check his hand. They're normal, for now. His face, too, doesn't feel like it's undergone any of the transformations he had before. No horns. No fangs. No scales. Is he something else or have they just... not happened yet? It did take a few weeks before they began feeling the first of their transformations, but... something just feels off. He gets the feeling he's not going to be here for long and he's not sure why.
Maybe it's time to seek out The Coven.