[h2]Saber - Arturia Pendragon and Kobayashi Seria[/h2] For a moment, the blonde girl's breath hitched. '[i]You were the greatest of kings.[/i]' Her hands clenched into fists. She averted her eyes. The greatest of kings... it was strange. There was pride. The pride of the lone king that had done everything she could and given her whole self to her country. But there was guilt. Guilt for, as she still felt even now, not having fully understood others. For having a heart closed off from the emotions of others. Surely, surely, this is what had lead Camelot to its final ruin. Certainly this was the cause. And yet... Lancelot. Her friend and knight, the man she had seen driven to the class of Berserker, he stood before her and told her she was the greatest of kings with unwavering loyalty. But that wasn't it. Mordred. The Knight of Betrayal, the one who had been so damaged by her cold words that she began a rebellion... Mordred stepped forward and pledged her loyalty. Pledged her loyalty. Understood her decision, even if the words were ones the King of Knights regretted. Arturia raised one clenching hand to her chest, and then for a few moments turned away. What had she done? For all the ways in which she had failed her knights, what had she done to deserve such praise? Even for her pride, she had no illusion about the ways in which she had failed all those around her. And yet... And yet... What the Saber-class Servant's knights... what King Arthur's knights desired... what they wished for... It was not for her to blame herself. It was not for her to say she was not worthy of such praise. It was for her to accept their loyalty. Ah, this feeling... Arturia's hand clenched tighter against her chest, and she slowly turned back to face her knights. "... Sir Lancelot, I... I cannot speak of such praise, but... I am so very happy to speak with you once again. Your place among my knights was something I have never regretted, and never will." The King of Knights paused for a moment. It was difficult to find her words. She had wanted to try and reassure Lancelot, but at the same time... ah, how could she? She could not act as if she no longer felt guilt, simply because of the words of her knights. But... There was something she could do. There was no way to avoid the fact that Mordred's appearance, her origins, the last actions she undertook in life, still made her uneasy. But never once had she hated her. Never once had she felt it was her fault, rather than her own. "... Sir Mordred... then, you pledge to serve with honor at the utmost loyalty? To myself, and to the one who has summoned you?" she asked, "Understand that with every step, your will be asked to push yourself harder and harder to such an end." The King of Knights looked as resplendent as she ever had... and yet, to onlookers, it was possible that a somewhat different shine could be seen in the corners of her eyes. A shine that glistened like the surface of the lake. Seria stood beside her Servant. There was little she could do, now, thought she hoped Mordred's offer would be accepted fully accepted. Certainly, she felt as if the knight deserved it. She'd made it pretty clear that she felt loyalty, didn't she!? Even after her past... And it was looking like it would be... [@KoL][@Raineh Daze] [hr] [h2]Saber - Benienma[/h2] Benienma waved her hand towards the girls, smiling as she approached. "She didn't even had to take a drink... she was like a little doll!" she heard Nursery commenting half to herself for a moment, before Hakuno pointed out their approach. Almost immediately the hat-wearing Servant turned, and the instant she caught sight of Dorothy... "Dorothy!" "Alice!" Both girls immediately ran towards one another, throwing their arms around each other in a tight hug. Benienma's smile grew wider. Excellent! It was wonderful to see both of the little girls so happy. The tiny enma nodded to herself, satisfied at such a conclusion. "Thank you, thank you!" cried the silver-haired little girl, "I was so worried we'd get all mixed up and never find one another!" "You're welcome dechi," responded the red-headed Saber, "But I was simply doing my duty, and I am hardly the only one you should thank dechi. This woma-ah... I'm afraid I don't know your name yet dechi. My apologies dechi." "My name is Sessyoin Kiara," the nun introduced herself, bowing her head, "And there's no need to thank me, there was no way I could allow a little girl to wander alone, crying to herself." "I-I wasn't cryin'!" protested Dorothy, suddenly, "I-I was just worried about Alice 'cause she's a real big crybaby!" "Of course, Dorothy, how could I forget," responded Kiara, smiling as she did. [@RolePlayerRoxas][@PKMNB0Y][@Rin] [hr] [h2]Berserker - Ibaraki-douji[/h2] The fallen Berserker was greeted with a blade pointed towards her face. The small oni stood over her, fangs showing in her grin as fire seemed to burn the air itself behind her. "... You put up a good fight, but you're no match for a blazing hot oni like me," said the blonde-haired, horned girl as she cocked her head to one side, "This is how it ends!" And indeed, it was. Perhaps to prevent Ibaraki from following through with that comment(after all, you could never quite tell with an oni), the announcer quickly called the fight to an end. [@RolePlayerRoxas] [hr] [h2]The Administrator[/h2] The Administrator simply nodded towards Lord El-Melloi with a smile, resting her head on her hands as she watched the two kings and the bartender. My my, this certainly sounded amusing, didn't it...? [@RolePlayerRoxas][@PKMNB0Y][@Raineh Daze][@DocRock]