event pt 1 | full moon & litha

[moustre]

Event Log: June, A Midsummer Night's Dream

I. IUNERIL 17TH - THE FULL MOONS The days leading up to the full moons are the same as last month: Monsters are a little itchier and a little easier to agitate, whether they mean to be or not, which becomes increasingly noticeable the day before the full moons. But of particular note is that this may be the second full moons that some arrivals have experienced, and with that comes greater risks, greater agitation, and further reminders to take care of themselves. Weather fair, despite the worries of the city, Monsters will find that the Sisters aren't blocked away by clouds this night. The moons cast their light down on the city, and the pull is strong for even the veteran natives that call the city home. The Coven is offering potions and charms, in an attempt to encourage those without a Bond to ensure that they will be able to keep their wits about them throughout the entire stretch of the Sisters' time in the sky at their fullest. They're always allowed to reject the offer, but it's with a warning: if they let their newfound instincts overtake them, then they might find themselves back in the Coven under worse conditions. But the Sisters rise framed in stark red skies, even as evening falls across Aefenglom, much to the discontent of the city. Streets that are rarely dim are lit up even moreso, now, in the face of this omen, lanterns and candles leading all the way to the Harbor District. Their colors flicker with shades of blue, green, violet - anything to offset the red. Boats that come and go along the river also carry a lantern or two with the same intent, and ships in the harbor are decorated with magical faerylights, strung across hulls, masts, the works. There's no place in the Harbor District untouched by light, with nary a sign of red in the midst of their goods. Tensions are already high, between the humans and Monsters of Aefenglom. It's especially noticeable on this night: full moons already cause everyone to be a little jumpy, but with the red tidings for Litha, they're more on edge than ever. Some blame the new arrivals, though never directly to their face, especially when they don't know who, or what, someone might be. It's always a there-and-gone whisper, it seems like. Gossip. Distrust. Unease. It doesn't lend well to the full moons, but there are still those that want to help. Many will notice that there's already activities and decorations up for Litha, some of them still under construction despite the fast approaching festival. The most notable of all are the hedge mazes that have been constructed, both by hand and with magic to encourage their growth. Behind the festival organizers' backs, a group of people - both man and beast - are offering Monsters a chance to burn off some of their energy by embracing their instincts in a more... constructive manner, with native Witches and Monsters alike prepared to intervene if things get a little too violent. In a sort of mockery of Litha's traditions, they're partnering Monsters up with a willing participant to run the mazes, with a variety of options that they will list. The partner - or partners, if there is a party looking to go in together - can be either Witch or Monster, and the people organizing this won't judge as they inform the interested individuals of their options: a. A-HUNTING WE WILL GO, allowing the Monster to either hunt a small livestock or game animal (a piglet, fowls, rabbits, the like) or to hunt down their partner through the maze they've chosen. This need not end violently, and can become more of a game of hide and seek meets tag. b. EVERYBODY WAS FIGHTING, where one maze in particular has been devoted to a makeshift fight ring at the very heart of it. The organizers hope, somewhat, that by making the Monster(s) in question run the maze first they'll be a little tired out already when reaching the ring. c. UNDER THE PALE MOONLIGHT, because instincts don't always call for violence, the organizers offer a more intimate experience here, whether it's sexual or nonsexual. Maybe you just want a good cuddle..? The organizers emphasize the idea of consent, and will not force anyone against their will into the hedge mazes, no matter which one it is. They also want to make sure that they will step in to help if called upon, in case someone gets a little too overeager. Witches looking to use magic this night will, peculiarly, find that their magic is a little less... cooperative. Many of the Coven Witches speak of how they specifically wait to cast powerful spells on the night of the full moons, to ensure that they have the greatest chances of success with the help of the Sisters. However, Witches of the new arrival persuasion are much weaker on full moons. Their magic is still there, and they can still draw upon it for spells, but they'll have to put greater effort if they want to cast a spell with any significant amount of power. Overexerting oneself while doing this is entirely possible, so it's best to try and find some sort of balance, lest you find yourself exhausted and without a means to defend yourself. We ask that any and all NSFW threads be marked accordingly, or otherwise moved to a locked post on the log community or an entry/inbox on a character journal. Remember to please be excellent to each other, and respect all limits that your threadmates might have, if you explore the more sexual or violent aspects of the offered prompts. If things get OOCly out of hand, please let us know; if things get ICly out of hand, please let Nessie and Mhairi know.

II. LITHA - IUNERIL 21ST TO 23RD Despite what chaos there might have been on the night of the full moons, and the subsequent day after as things began to calm, Litha still arrives as scheduled on Iuneril 21st, as the sun begins to set. The summer solstice reaches its peak the following night, and the festivities wind down the third dusk. While certainly still lively, it isn't as completely festive as Boaltinn, most certainly because of the red skies, and the natives are obviously trying to make the best they can of what they perceive as a poor situation. To say that the natives are on edge would certainly be an understatement. Whatever happened in those hedge mazes is untraceable, now, and everything looks pristine. Faerylights decorate every awning, overhang, and eave, magical and twinkling with colors to offset the red skies. There are no bonfires, this go around, but much like the fires it seems that the lights all lead to the primary area of celebration: in contrast to Boaltinn, Litha is celebrated in the Entertainment, Shopping, and Harbor Districts. Doors to businesses are wide open (with many even having large signs indicating VAMPIRES WELCOME HERE - those that don't make a clear statement), and stalls offering wares and foods and activities alike are set up at nearly every corner alongside preestablished businesses in the market. The harbor is especially lively, with many sailors coming and going as they prepare for setting sail. While ships themselves are always coming and going in the port, Litha is an important time for the more longterm voyages and those meant to carry some significance, and each ship departing is bid farewell with equal fanfare. Fireworks and celebration that is, at least in some part, genuine, but does carry a certain level of enthusiasm that borders on force of will. a. ASKING FOR A LITTLE COMPANY Though all businesses in the Entertainment District open their doors for the festivals of Aefenglom, the brothels of the city in particular are offering a warm welcome this Litha to anyone who might be interested in spending some time with someone - or, multiple someones. They have open rooms for mingling, lounges with floor pillows and low tables where customers can partake in spiced and unspiced drinks alike, where the unspiced are lacking in the potions and near-aphrodisiacs of the spiced drinks. Private rooms are also available for those seeking a more... intimate experience, however one may take that to mean. The brothel workers are more than happy to attend to any interested parties, but also aren't against randomly pairing individuals up, based on their specifications. And, after a little misunderstanding regarding their classes, the Head Madame of the guild has decided that they will be offering chances for individuals to perform at their establishments. She was rather charmed by the mishap, bless your souls, as were the rest of the guild, so the new arrivals have endeared themselves to the brothel workers. Dances, conversation, assorted busking - whatever skills that their quest-takers learned, whether it be of the more sexual nature or not, they'll provide whatever they might need to put on a show and attract or entertain clientele. b. I'M WISHING FOR THE ONE I LOVE Anyone interested in making their way into the Shopping District will find just as many open doors, as well as numerous stalls interspersed where they weren't before. Vendors hawking their wares and goods like always call out with Litha specials, and businesses set up temporary stalls to draw attention to themselves, with promise of greater bargains and products to be found at their main establishment. There are many that sell spiced foods and drinks, with varying degrees of strength depending on how one wants to feel. Others are selling candles and lanterns, offering a magitech version of a lighter at a steal, depending on how much you purchase otherwise. The largest stalls, and the biggest displays at storefronts, are the flowers though. Every single flower shop in Aefenglom has come out full force, practically painting the district in a myriad of non-red colors as they put their stock on full display. They offer deals for those who wish to buy bouquets for a sweetheart or someone they admire, as well as anyone wanting to make flower crowns for those they care for. Each of the seven largest shops are also handing out a single flower for those partaking in festivities to place under their pillow to dream of future partners, the flower they're typically most well known for; this varies from shop to shop, but the up and coming Rose Bush certainly isn't going to let superstition stop them, and are handing out red roses. It's a bold move, but one that causes the tizzy that they were intending it to. And if one is feeling particularly whimsical, they can go to any well at night, looking into the depths in a bid to see their future spouse and true love within. Perhaps making an offering of a flower would bring good luck..? Just don't linger for too long, as there's a rumor that someone is pushing unfamiliar faces into the well, likely targeting those they think are new arrivals. c. GET LOST WITH ME Though the Harbor District has some bleedover from the Shopping District in terms of festivities, their streets and warehouses are where the most room is available for the hedge mazes. Some are sprawling as they fill the streets and alleys, spilling into the towering buildings that have been empty to load the contents onto waiting ships. They create their own environments, with flowers from the flower shops blooming in the rows and creating archways at entrances and exits. Some are enchanted to seem neverending, although there always is an exit, if one can only figure out the puzzle. Each maze has a different method to its madness, and arrangements that those running them have decided on. (Some faces may seem familiar, to those that encountered them on the full moons; they'll feign otherwise, focused only on the now and refusing to draw attention to any recognition.) Some mazes send in the partners together, randomly selected and tasked with figuring out how to reach the end of the maze together. Others will send the partners in from different ends, with the instructions to find one another, whether in the center of the maze or in its winding path. Another variety offers something reminiscent of the hide and seek meets tag game, tasking one as the hunter and the other as the hunted, a game of pursuit meant to replicate the "playing hard to get" variety of courtship. There's no restrictions on how many times one can enter the maze, as it allows one to forge many bonds - and possibly Bonds - and replicates the process of finding your true love. Or, loves; no one here is going to judge anyone. They certainly won't judge, either, if participants opt to take a swig of something for luck in love before they go in. However, some mazes have been tampered with: rather than opening out into somewhere safe on the street or in a building, they empty out unaware participants into the port itself. Hopefully you know how to swim. Once again, we ask that if any threads take on a NSFW nature that they be marked as such, or otherwise moved to a locked post in the log community or an entry/inbox in a character journal.

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[curruid_coinchenn]

[ "Shouldn't exist". Like he didn't know that. It's the one sore spot within him that raises a deep seated feeling of resentment. One against the person who made him this way -- it's not like he wanted to exist. ]

Queen Medb wished for a King on the Grail. This is what she got.

[ Someone who didn't and couldn't care about anything, a mad beast simply looking for a place to die. A perfect King for her, but one that wouldn't fulfill her desires. ]

[holyswordwielder]

[ The Alter’s answer sends a chill down Arthur’s spine. Born from a wish on the accursed Grail... Even more than the corrupted Servants of the Grail War in 1999 on his world, this perversion of Cú Chulainn is a grave evil done to the Heroic Spirit and Arthur regrets his words now. Manaka raised those Servants in the mud of the Greater Grail at the behest of her “love” for Arthur. In this way, Medb seems no different to him and his voice is dark and tense when he replies. ]

Single-minded idiot. Nothing comes from the Grail without a steep cost. She should have known that.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ That darkness is unexpected. Berserker tilts his head to the side slightly. ]

She only knew what she wanted and cared for none of the consequences...It's the kind of person she is. [ He's not going to argue with his assessment because it's not wrong. ] I'm aware of her mistake and her idiocy every moment I'm alive.

[ He simply shrugs. ]

...But are you that bored, Saber, that you're making flower crowns for children?

[holyswordwielder]

[ Arthur still feels the hot tingle of anger across the backs of his shoulders that emerged upon learning how Cú Chulainn Alter came into existence, but he’s self-aware enough to notice it and actively work at smothering the flames before they grow. The temperament changes have been the most frustrating to him, though he’s unhappy about all the changes, to be sure.

He’s about to apologize for his cold remark to Alter when the other Servant (man, really, for they’re all solid beings now) asks him about the flower crowns. His eyes widen for a moment in surprise, then he glances down at his sack of flowers. ]

A little time with children can give one perspective. They see things more simply than adults do. We lose clarity the older we get, as life and emotions complicate matters.

[ A shrug and he pulls his hood down, revealing his own, much smaller horns. ]

I was distracting myself.

[curruid_coinchenn]

If you say so.

[ The less time spent around children, the better. Berserker is not a good person to have around children -- Alters are terrible influences. Plus he had very few emotions to complicate anything at all.

As Arthur lowers his hood, he gives a nod of understanding. ]

... I'm sure you could use a drink, then. There seems to be plenty around here.

[ Yes, drinking to numb the pain is a great idea! ]

[holyswordwielder]

[ Arthur puts his hood back up once Alter acknowledges the transformations, sighing a little. The horns don't hurt so much anymore, but that says nothing about the emotional impact the changes have made on him. Alter is right; he probably could use one. It's honestly been... a long, long time since he's had a drink with a friend. He doesn't know if he'd really consider Cú Chulainn, much less this version of him, a friend, but it's close enough.

He gives a nod and hefts the flowers over his shoulder. ]

I suppose I should be grateful mine aren't quite as large as yours-- for now.

[ Then again... he also has scales and his pupils have become slits like a snake's too. ]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker, too, has scales -- his clawed hands covered in them, with a smattering running up his forearms and a few on his neck. They're black and shine crimson when the light hits them. ]

I'm managing.

[ It's the best that could be hoped for in the situation. The fact he's around other people at all right now is a miracle.

As he thought, though, there are plenty of places to drink, mostly because wine seems to flow like water around here. He heads into what he assumes is a tavern...If it's not, so be it, they have booze and that's all he cares about right now. He takes a seat at a table and tries not to growl as a server comes over. ]

[holyswordwielder]

[ Arthur hasn't noticed them yet, too distracted on the red markings on Alter's face and his horns. For now, he follows him into the tavern, walking beside him in silence. It isn't a comfortable silence, for Arthur, but he doesn't really know what more to say other than... ]

I apologize. For my crudeness earlier.

[ Taking a seat across from Alter, Arthur orders for them upon seeing another glimmer of anger in the other man's mannerisms, trying to smooth his mood over by dealing with the server himself. He knows Cú Chulainn was always prone to bouts of... passion, as it were, but is this the nature of the Alter? Constantly enraged...? ]

You were summoned as a Berserker.

[ It dawns on him suddenly. That would explain it, at least partially. But does Mad Enhancement still hold sway if they've lost their Servant nature? Glancing down, he sees the black scales covering Alter's hands and realizes how much more they have in common suddenly. His own gleam with an iridescent red sheen in the right light. He would have thought blue suits Cú Chulainn more, but the darkening of colors seems fitting in this case. After all, an Alter is corruption and darkness. ]

I don't suppose it would be too laughable to suspect we are something other than dragon types.

[curruid_coinchenn]

There's no need to apologize.

[ It's not like they were in a Grail War, where revealing a True Name was dangerous. Berserker still doesn't like it, but he won't get as defensive as he might in another situation. It was just strange to suddenly be called by that name without warning.

The realization gets a nod. ]

That's right...Not like my lighter side would be truly as a Berserker, but different.

[ A true Berserker version of Cú Chulainn would be an embodiment of the riastrad -- dangerous and uncontrollable, a threat to friend and foe alike. But because his Spirit Origin was altered, that was not the case. An impossibility that robbed him of all warmth and joy.

He looks over Arthur with cold eyes and shrugs. He's not terribly interested in conversation, he just wants a drink to forget about this. ]

A dragon makes the most sense...I suppose we'll see in time.

[holyswordwielder]

[ Different. Arthur takes a moment to silently take that in. He’d thought that Alters were all malice and wrath and hatred, and that one who is also a Berserker would be doubly so... but looking into this man’s eyes right now, he sees none of that. In fact, he sees nothing. Coldness. Apathy. Not the darkening of passions, but a lack thereof. Cú Chulainn was not incapable of wrath or hatred; he was a whole man, capable of a wide spectrum of emotion, in a way that not even Arthur can really claim about himself.

The flashes of hot anger Alter had displayed earlier fizzled and died out before they even really got started, as though the feeling itself was unnatural. That anger... Was it entirely the effects of the monster transformations, then? It makes sense. Arthur has battled some new increases in aggression too. ]

“Lighter side”... I don’t know if I would call him that. You aren’t as much of a darkened version of the same Heroic Spirit as you look. More of an inversion. Cú Chulainn is hardly Jeanne D’Arc.

[ Hm. Strange, but... meeting this man has changed his perspective of Alters a little. Arthur leans back in his chair, his brow furrowed. Try as he might, he can’t smooth it out either. He’s also a bit grateful that their drinks arrive quickly. ]

What would you prefer I call you, if not your True Name?

[curruid_coinchenn]

I am still a part of him. A shadow of what could have been.

[ Drinks. A good distraction. He takes his and takes a long drink, draining most of the glass in a single gulp. Well, there's at least something Medb couldn't take away from him: a healthy appreciation of alcohol. He doesn't stop to question if it's spiced or not, just that it contains alcohol and that it's in front of him. ]

Berserker. Do you not mind being called by yours? [ Odd, but then again, Arthur was an odd Servant. ] You may use my True Name in private, if you want.

[holyswordwielder]

[ Arthur doesn’t know if he agrees with that statement as cleanly as Berserker does. His case is rather unique. The Grail corrupts, perverts, but...

Arthur doesn’t argue the point. Whether or not Berserker is at all like Cú Chulainn is of little consequence to Arthur, especially here, away from Chaldea and the other iterations of Ireland’s Child of Light. He accepts the other man’s view of himself as undisputed truth— at least until he’s formed his own.

The drinks are indeed spiced, as Arthur had ordered hastily and without questioning really what it meant, so in a hurry to dismiss the server as he was. He doesn’t drink quite as greedily as Berserker, but he doesn’t take a small sip either. The flavor is rich on his palate, with a warming kick to it. Inviting and comforting. His curiosity is oddly piqued at Berserker’s final statement about his name. ]

In private? Well, I... I suppose I will decide on that later.

[ As for his True Name... ]

You already knew who I was, though I’ve never met you. I assume you know that from Chaldea. So I can then also assume that most other Servants from Chaldea also know my True Name. Artoria is as well known in your world as I am in mind. I don’t mind so much if other Servants simply call me Arthur.

But others here... if an Arthur Pendragon exists where they are from, do you think they would believe I am he? I don’t know what to say to them.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker is content with his drink. A warm feeling and the hope that the edge will be taken off of things. Maybe his mind will settle down, or maybe he'll just be drunk and forget about his problems for now. He finishes off his drink and sets the cup aside. It would take more than that to get him drunk, but there's a pleasant warmth pooling in his stomach. ]

I do. I knew of you, but nothing more...but I will call you Arthur.

[ He peers into his empty cup for a moment, trying to ignore the warmth moving through him. Hm, that's not normal -- but nothing about this place is what he knows as normal. Berserker decides to ignore it for now. ]

As for that problem...You're more famous than I am by far. If you want to avoid the confusion and disbelief that you're truly the King of Knights, I would advise Saber.

[holyswordwielder]

[ Arthur is a bit slower to finish his own drink, but he catches up soon, surprising himself a little at how quickly he downed the spiced drink. He’d been mulling over Berserker’s words. His advice. He had introduced himself once with his True Name and once with his Servant class. The latter was less... awkward. ]

Sagely, I would say. We are Servants. Even here, we should not forget that.

[ He takes a deep breath, feeling less tense but just anxious enough that he feels prompted to tap Berserker’s empty pint. ]

More?

[curruid_coinchenn]

That's all we'll ever be. There's no need to pretend to be anything else.

[ Berserker would never forget that he's a Servant -- he is one of the only ones that views himself as nothing more than a familiar for his Master to use. Treating him like anything else is meaningless. This place has him questioning that philosophy only slightly because he's been given a flesh and blood body, no longer a being made of mana. Maybe his attitude will change in time, but it's unlikely.

He nods at the question. Warm as he may feel, it's not enough. ]

Of course more. I'm not drunk enough to forget this headache.

[holyswordwielder]

[ In agreement with that much, Arthur gets the attention of their server and orders more drinks, again spiced. While they wait for their refills, he looks up at Berserker's horns again. This is when he notices the dried blood on the hair. Arthur frowns. ]

It hurts greatly? It did for me when they first emerged, but the throbbing has mostly faded in the few days after the full moons.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Normally pain is something that doesn't bother him, it's just a fact of life, but somehow the pain from his newly emerged horns was annoying enough to get on his nerves. Maybe it was the fact he's dealing with the changes he is and everything is amplified. Whatever it is, he doesn't want to think too much about it. Drinking is easier. ]

It's more a dull ache, but it refuses to subside. It was nearly unbearable when they first emerged.

[ That says a lot right there -- this is someone who was used to the pain of literally dislocating their shoulder every time he used his Noble Phantasm. ]

I didn't bother to clean the blood away because they kept oozing.

[ That's done with, at least. He could really use a shower -- not that he's particularly gross, he just lacks a permanent shelter out of sheer stubbornness. ]

[holyswordwielder]

[ It is quite concerning to hear all this from the Alter Servant. That the pain is so great, it still plagues someone like a Berserker for days, to the point where he actually is suffering from it, clearly it is a terrible pain indeed. And this is what Arthur has to look forward to.

Arthur sighs and he’s a bit relieved when their drinks arrive. This time, he imbibes with more eagerness, all too grateful for the increase of the pleasant warm buzz that overcomes his body. Such a heady feeling... Is he halfway to drunk already? ]

Since they are no longer still causing any bleeding, you should clean around them. The wounds could become infected. Your body is real now. You have to tend to it like a human would.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ He drinks his own with the same eagerness. It's been awhile since he's drank at all, so he's already tipsy (more so than he'd like to admit). Berserker sets the empty cup down, his cheeks tinged with a hint of red. ]

I know that. [ Snappy and a little defensive. ] I just don't have anywhere to do that.

[ He doesn't really want to admit that he's been living in Archer's garden. It hasn't been a real problem until now, but the reality of his situation is changing. There's always the want to isolate himself and the idea of living with anyone doesn't really sit well with him. ]

So I just left it. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.

[holyswordwielder]

[ This time, Arthur doesn't have to prompt their server for refills. It seems to be plain as day the pair of them are in a desperate need of drowning their troubles. Although Arthur accepts the refill, he does so almost absentmindedly, his attention still focused on Berserker. ]

You don't have anywhere to do that?

[ He inclines his head to the side, confused. ]

What do you mean? The Coven supplied us all with free housing within The Haven upon our arrival.

[ It occurs to him suddenly what this means and he stands up immediately, swaying slightly. ]

You didn't take their offer.

[ He shakes his head, swaying a bit more dangerously now. ]

How incredibly stubborn... So you've, what, been sleeping outdoors all this time?

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Ah, this is exactly what he'd been hoping to avoid: a lecture. Berserker practically chugs his refill and sits back in his seat. Defiant as ever, he crosses his arms over his chest. ]

I didn't. It shouldn't be any of your concern where I'm sleeping, though.

[ He keeps his gaze leveled on Arthur. He's much drunker than his behavior lets on, but if he were to stand up, it would be a different story. ]

But if you have to know, yes, I've been sleeping outdoors.

[holyswordwielder]

[ Since he’s already standing up, Arthur doesn’t have the same luxury of hiding his own intoxication. He’s putting all his effort into not slurring his words that he can’t really afford to lend much else to keeping himself straight up.

He thinks he’s doing a great job of it anyway— at least until he tries to take a step over to the side of their table and instead just ends up pitching forward. He has to put out his hands and grasp Berserker by the shoulders to stop himself from flat-out falling on top of him. It’s extremely undignified but he does his best to play it off as though he meant to do this, green eyes flashing passionately and blunt fingertips digging into the other man's shoulders insistently. ]

You don’t have a say in what I choose to be concerned about. My apologies for the inconvenience it causes to have someone look out for you, but since you don’t seem to mind so much that you outright refuse to answer me, I’ll just continue to insist on caring for your well-being, shall I?

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ As Arthur tips forward, he raises his hands to brace against him. Something feels a little odd about this -- that feeling is ignored for now in favor of trying to get the Saber to leave him be. ]

And just what do you intend to do about it? I can just refuse your help, you know. [ He could, but he won't -- he's much more passive than he lets on. It's easier to let him do as he wishes, but sometimes posturing will get people to leave him alone. He knows that's not going to be the case here, though you can't blame him for trying. ] And you're drunk.

[ As if he weren't. ]

[holyswordwielder]

[ Arthur is quick to catch on to that fact. Since Berserker is doing his part to hold him up, he decides he can spare a single hand to poke the other man’s flushed face. ]

As are you.

[ Sparing that hand though means he ends up tipping a little more forward and this time, his forehead bumps into Berserker’s. He makes him wince briefly at the sudden meeting of their skulls, but he doesn’t pull back just yet. Honestly, he’s fairly certain now that he grossly miscalculated his ability to balance on his own, so when he does finally move to pull away, he doesn’t let go of Berserker, trying to tug him onto his feet. ]

So I don’t think you’re in much shape to refuse right now. Get up. You are coming with me.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ His irritation grows as Arthur pokes his face, lip curling into a snarl. How close they are bothers him, but he does nothing against it. It's too much effort to fight him. He's too drunk to really care about it, either. ]

Tread carefully, Saber.

[ It's an empty threat: he lets Arthur pull him to his feet. Unsteady, he adjusts his footing to keep from pitching forward further. He grabs the other man's arm to steady himself. ]

Fine. I'm coming with you. Do you really think you can lead me anywhere in your state?