The Harsh Reality of Questing - catch'all

[futhark]

Who: Caster (Cú Chulainn), Alex Benedetto, Archer (Emiya), Oda Nobunaga, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, princess Zelda whoever else wants?
When: second and third week of May
Where: Outer City, Haven, Coven
What: Wilde Quests #1-2, Full Moon meeting, some Coven lessons of various disaster levels
Warnings: Will be added if necessary

｢Note: prompts are added in comments, so let me know if you want anything in particular, wildcards also welcome ｣

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[ Oh, that makes sense. Caster didn't help much, if at all, during dealings with that Singularity so he's not very knowledgeable which Servants were on the enemy side (aside from the fact they were all Celts). Sitting that one out was both a courtesy (kindness, really) from his Master and pragmatic choice of his own.

Celtic army and Queen Medb being involved, meant among many names that Fergus was probably there— and Caster had that geis regarding yielding to him. Of course, his uncle had a similar one: to yield to him right back on their next meeting, but one of the conditions was him being a wielder of Gae Bolg. And as a Caster, it is not his weapon, meaning Fergus would not be obligated to keep his side of that promise. So that was the pragmatic side.

Medb never considered their business finished, while he was content in simply not having to see her face ever again. So sparing him that was the kindness.

Everything points that Lancer did met Berserker, everything just fits. Caster can't help but feel camaraderie in this discomfort he shows because he knows all too well how painfully accurate his Alter's points can be. ]

No other way to do it then [ He clicks his tongue and puts hand on his hip as he leans closer to Lancer. That's so he can lower his voice, they're still in public, though most people don't care anyway. Introductions are important, right? And he'd rather do it himself, rather than ask what kind of name has Lancer heard in a dream ] I am Cú Chulainn, son of Deichtine, Shield of Ulster.

[ Last of Cullan's hounds, Child of Light and probably few other colorful names could be found. He chooses to introduce himself from mother's side rather than fathers not out of modesty, but because... well, Lugh, wasn't really that much of presence in his life ]

I am familiar with the man you've met. [ That sounds kind of bitter ] His form has been twisted by a cruel and selfish wish.

[ua_duibhne]

[Can a name alone bring someone out in shivers? Apparently so. From Berserker, it had seemed has cold and lifeless as the man who possessed it, a fading sun just waiting to go out, but it gleams on Caster's lips. Celestial bodies really do seem to be the motif of the hour because Diarmuid finds himself temporarily starstruck. So, it's true: all this time, he's been talking to the Hound of Ulster himself, albeit a version of him in an unfamiliar form. Gone is the chariot and spear but his spirit shines through.

He hasn't said anything yet, has he? Resisting the urge to kneel or bow in respect- Caster doesn't seem the sort to care for that kind of display- he simply treats him to a warm, dazzling smile. The shadow of their shared dreams has been temporarily forgotten in the face of his admission, and it shows even in his body language.]

Forgive me for not telling you sooner. [He laughs, a little embarrassed.] But it truly is an honour to meet you properly- and I would be remiss not to share the same with you.

[It's a matter of principle, after all. To be trusted with a Servant's True Name is a privilege and one he intends to treat with the utmost respect.]

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. [He presses a fist to his chest, strong and proud.] Knight of the Fianna and spearman of Fionn mac Cumhaill.

[In spite of how they parted, it's a title he holds close to his heart, cushioned by memories of better times.]

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[ They're separated by centuries but the Throne and Grail shenanigans provide with enough background knowledge so the heroes can identify each other even if their eras are far apart. And when it comes to being born on the same land, on the same island—

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne himself

—where were his eyes, how did he not see it sooner? If they got a chance to fight they would probably have recognized each other earlier. Caster's expression goes through few stages, one of genuine surprise, going for a second or of wistfulness to a bright and burning joy. Diarmuid is right, bows and kneeling are too formal for Cú. He was a knight too, but the idea of knighthood that has been developed later was not yet present in his times.

Instead, he throws his arm around Diarmuid's shoulder, - because what is personal space? - and positively beams ]

Truly the honor is mine! To meet a famed warrior as skilled and as beautiful as you? That makes coming to this place worth it!

[ With Grail War mechanics they couldn't really meet in their top conditions anyway, hogging the same Lancer spot ]

We should find a moment to celebrate this meeting properly when the time is right.

[ They're already skipping practice, and running off to town right now wouldn't be the best idea. Not to mention the shadow of dream looming above them. ]