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SECOND WISH ♔ ( AMBER )

[Saber's face immediately appears on the amber surface and, from behind her, there are glimpses of Chime's recently opened shop.]

Good morning. To those who were not aware, the spirit known as Chime has just opened her shop and brought wares that are not available to us in the tree. [She is inwardly pleased to know that means this creature too can leave the tree somehow, but she will try to communicate with her later.] However, these items are not free and we cannot afford them alone. Their stock seems to be very limited as well. The answer is obvious, many of us surely have concluded that the solution is reuniting with close allies to purchase the desired ware with them, but I will suggest something else.

[She has been speaking about this matter with some people already, but she has had no time to propose an assembly outdoors to discuss the organization overall they could have to improve their lives and call a vote. She pauses to make her proposal.]

There are basic items such as food or the string of yarn, among others, that are of a general interest. Why do not we, the potential purchasers, donate them in benefit of all of us? We should assign a space as a storeroom to keep all what belongs the community and be sure that they are given a fair use.

[If this is accepted, she will bring up the delegated tasks for those who are specialized in different fields to optimize their lifestyles. Because raw ingredients could be better utilized in hands of good cooks than inexpert ones.]

If you do not agree, it is fine. I only wanted to address that, for the time being, we are expected to live together and a cohesive group stands stronger than one that lives with cordial divisions.

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It is a convincing argument, though it is not all there is. [Mordred would have never been a King, even with all her might and Arturia's blood coursing her veins. Her temper and her charisma were unfit to become a ruler.] Perhaps it is best to leave this discussion for later.

[She abruptly says. It is discomfortingly familiar and she will prefer to avoid the argument through this crystal.

Since she has obtained the items she sought.]

What is your current location?

[He'd forgotten about that. It's probably an argument best avoided as the mention of his cousins tends to turn his vision red. He'd never wanted to be king, it's the path he has to take to return Kou to it's former glory. To the hands it belonged too.

If being king and following a fallen magi were required for that, so be it. Though it's part of his goals now.]

The sixth floor.

Edited (oopes wrong floor.) 2015-04-23 06:23 (UTC)

I will be there shortly.

[She will have to carry the bacon and egg first and leave them to the care of her friends and allies and then another stop.]

(ooc; Saber will insist to help him with the worm and bring food from the second floor spread. Do you want to handwave or play it here?).

[He sighs. This is going to be his talk with his sister all over again, or the one Belial put him through from his own head. There was a question of how long it would take before he showed off his own mind. Not that he was trying to hide it exactly.]

[ooc: Up to you? I don't really care, He's going to reject help either way(or at least try too.)]

[Usually, she would let someone else, more qualified for this role, take this initiative. But as far as she knows nobody is aware of Ren's injuries, that he seems to have slept in the cold and, hypothetically, he has not rest well as consequence. The healthcare has yet to be established, so she feels a pang of obligation to look after those who seemly need this.

The refusal to seek help is another problem of why she cannot trust him to be alone. Thus, she grabs a daily serving of the spread with one hand and grips her day stone with the other. Like that, she flies toward the fifth floor with her translucent blue and silver wings.

She lands gracefully and folds her wings while she glances around to see if she could find him.]

(ooc; She will persist a little more this time).

[He'd normally not let himself go so far, but he's been thinking about his plans, trying to sort out what he wants to do and trying to recover from losing the only other human he felt any sort of connection with, well, minus his sister. That relationship's on the rocks.

His sense of independence has become something he's unwilling to let go of.

He'd been studying some of the plants on the floor, trying to figure out those Zagan would work on and those it wouldn't. The tree itself was off limits, that much he knows. He'd also been intrigued by the crystals but they hadn't proven to be much. It should be noted he's standing on wooden legs, seemingly not bothered by them.

He got the feeling this was going to be a difficult conversation, and has steeled himself for it. Maybe it's his cynicism.]

[Once she finds him, she approaches without hesitation this time. She can see the prosthetics in place of the legs he lost, but comments nothing about it. Rather, she studies if he has dark circle around his eyes or if there is any sign of fever, lack of nourishment or symptoms that could mean he caught a cold. She stops at a polite distant, slips the stone into her dress and let those bright wings scatter before she greets him.]

Ren. Take them. [She offers the berries and nuts mix she took from the food altar, outstretching her left arm. She does not know if he ate yet. If he isn't hungry, he could save them for later.] I have a question for you. [If he expects her to continue her kingship discussion, he will be disappointed. Arturia will not see a point when she did not see or know he was a ruler and this is only a King should address.] When we split your ration of the bacon and egg, would you prefer if your portion was given raw or permit someone to cook for you?

Edited 2015-04-23 06:59 (UTC)

[He's feeling alright all things considered, if he's not feeling well, then it's beyond his notice. He's learned to function on only a few hours sleep. He's had worse circles so pays them little mind. He's more sore then he is normally, even with memories from the fire, of echos from Phenex's curse. Nothing as sharp as either of those, but he's aware of the fight he'd had before arriving, days before.]

I know where the food is. I can cook for myself, my sister insisted that I learn. [Then he'd gained a sort of passion for it. He'd gotten really good, too, if his memory serves. Though he's not sure how to go about cooking in a place with no fire.]

Hm. I see. That is an useful skill.

[Cooking, she means, and speaks approvingly. She does not know how to cook, Kay always reprimanded her mistaking the ingredients when they divided the tasks under Sir Ector's household. She still waits for him to take the fistful she brought, unmoving and unflinching. If he does not take them, would he take the egg and bacon? She is trying to discern if it won't be to waste, she is trying to see if he will accept assistance from any of them.]

If you know how to cook, you will need a glowworm. [She has steered the conversation where she wants then, to find one of these for him to keep warm as well as the excuse for him to eat well. If he has any passion and proud as chef in him.] Archer told me that you can heat your meals with their assistance.

[And she trusts in the red knight's word, at least in this.]

[He weighs the options of turning it down, before ultimately deciding that this isn't much different to how he deals with anything in his life. Humor or reject. Though if he does take them he won't have to go down to that floor again. It is actually hard to make this decision, before he decides that going down would be somewhat fruitless and takes the pieces.

Not so much accepting help as making up his own mind and making things a bit easier later.]

Don't the worms live in houses?

[He's fairly confident he can talk Judar into letting him use the one's he's staying in. Since he's fairly confident that Judar is sleeping in a house.]

[Saber doesn't care for which reason he took the pieces, whatever he thinks of her is irrelevant. What matters is now she can knows he can act out of logic and not just pride. This makes everything easier for his sake.

He takes the fistful, she withdraws her empty hand.]

Yes, though you need to instruct them to assist you first.

[Had they realized this earlier before Archer told them of their other uses, the meals would have been better.]

Then this means that you will be finally choosing to stay in one of those lodgings?

I have an ally from my world who's here as well. If he doesn't object I can stay with him, providing the people he's with don't object.

[This is almost worse then dealing with his sister. At least the issue of inheritance hasn't come up again. Not that it had come up directly in the first place.

It's unlikely their objections will get very far in case.]

There is?

[That surprises her, but she does not detect any lie. Why did it take so long to live with an ally? But then she recalls Rin who prefers to not stay with them for certain unsettling divergences.

If this ally agrees, she would be glad when he does not sleep out in the cold.]

When you find him, let me know how many live there. I must give each room their just portion.

[She requests, bowing her head.]

If you wish to learn more of magical creatures that I know about, I could also tell you. Although I never formally trained in magecraft like the magi to provide the best answers.

[He seemed interested at least about that topic. She will not speak of Rin or any modern magecraft. Merlin's lessons were sparse because she did not care about the magi's path, even if she had a magic core of a dragon within her.]

Yes.

[Not that he think Judar would mind him bringing up who and what he is, It's probably best to leave the subject be. He's not certain what to think of him just yet.]

I will.

....

[He's not sure he wants to or not. He does because he actually like knowing, but the odds of a conflict in opinion are getting higher the more people he meets.]

I'm not a magician or magi.

Excellent.

[She smiles faintly at his agreement. Even if it was so curt that must be to dismiss her soon. She does not mind at all. He answered her this time, when last time he remained silent.

Her head tips aside at the clarification.]

I did not say you were, though you seemed interested to learn about the elemental spirits and familiars.

They seem similar to our Djinn.

[One couldn't really know enough about their own weapon, or at least something similar. Maybe that was how Djinn came to be. He's not sure. Alma Torran is still largely a mystery to him, even he's had some spots filled in.]

A powerful Magician once told me that the majority of Spirits are extensions of Nature. [She pauses, thinking about Merlin and the lessons they shared.] The planet has a will and it manifests through them.

[Her eyes grow distant for a moment.]

And when they are not extensions of Nature, they are phenomena made by men's collective wishes and wills.

Your world? Like a "god"?

[At least in most of their appearance. The Torrans are involved somehow. Probably the Medium, Ill Ilah and Alma Torran too, though how much he knows on those are up in the air.

Can they stretch across such vast distances?]

Collective wishes?

No, among the Spirits, there are those you can call gods as well, Divine Spirits. He, Merlin, used to say that they are also either manifestations of nature or born from men's wishes and imagination which eventually reduced them to phenomena with the passage of time.

[She tilts her head while she explains this, frowning slightly.]

Belief and faith are strong weapons that humanity wields without knowing how much they can change unconsciously. As it is their intelligence. [She points out. Enough that their collective wills became sentient in Alaya. The World. The Entity she struck a deal with in exchange of the Holy Grail.] The planet itself changed, the era I lived was one of passage, between the age of gods to the age of men.

Edited 2015-04-23 17:57 (UTC)

So a story.

[Or at least that's what he got out of it.]

Beliefs are just opinions people use against one another.

[Even planets change, he can see that as a point to be used as an example to keep moving and not 'stand still'. A case to keep Ruhk white and not 'Fall'.]

We have more magi [or had.] and more Metal Vessel users then any other recorded point in history. I think our world is going to change soon.

[Who decides that change remains to be seen.]

Some stories start as facts. [Her legend for example.] That is one way to see this. [But don't wishes change the world? Did not them warp nature to make it more friendly to humans?] Perhaps your time is still in the era of mysteries, the one of gods or the equivalent, but if it is a similar example from mine, it only means that will inevitably conclude and become the era of civilization in the future.

[Nature and men at odds and the world layer protecting what men built.]

Magic will fade greatly if this comes to be.

Maybe.

[It's hard to think of home that way. With so many 'kings' it was bound to change somehow. The how depended on which king ultimately won. There's so much to think about.]

Maybe, maybe it won't. It's only just become more widely used then before.

Perhaps.

[She wonders sometimes, what would have happened if Vortigern had won instead of her before her reign started. If her uncle could have prolonged the domain of the mystery hostile to humans she preserved the men's claim in the last bastion and keystone of change of passage of an age to another.]

How would you picture that future?

....

[He hasn't thought a lot about this.His goals are intimidate.]

A place like my father and brothers imagined, where people like the witch who's haunted my family never existed, people like my uncle and cousins would never have been given power. One where you can choose to live by your own will, not the will of someone else.

[Really making the world all the same isn't how to fix the problem of disagreements or wars. Kou's class system is flawed.]

[His family? She just glances at him silently as he explains himself. A witch haunting a family almost makes her think of Morgan.]

I see, then that is the ideal you fight for.

[She does not judge it, she simply acknowledges it for now. Because all ideals are worthy, it is the actions when people make mistakes, but ideals are always unadulterated and pure, even if they bring equals measures of hope and despair.]

Edited 2015-04-23 19:54 (UTC)

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