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[color=#3b588e]𝕾𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖗[/color][/h1]
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It begun as a tug at the edge of his consciousness, then turned into a pull, a demand, a [i]wish [/i]for his existence in a time far removed from his own. Another war it was, then. But this time, would there be a---

Saber found himself materializing into a well-furnished living room; an area for relaxation, as it were. The irony. To think that a war would start from such a cozy place... he could only hope that in between clashes of steel and magic, he'd be afforded moments of peace as well. He and his-- ah, yes.

The king looked around the room in search for another, eager, wary, curious; all things, all at once. Memories swirled in his head of a master long past, and the sight of golden locks stunned him in place for a moment. But then he saw the fiery eyes that burned with unfamiliar ambition, and caught the look of discontent reflected in them. She spoke before he could, seemingly disappointed at the sight of him - [i]despite [/i]knowing who he was. Now that was... certainly a first. 

Saber chuckled, even if the mention of his sister made him uneasy. It stirred another memory, another act that he wished to leave forgotten. But far be it from a knight to let such personal matters mar his smile, much less in the presence of his Master.

[color=#3b588e]"I'm afraid you will have to settle for me,"[/color] he sounded more amused than insulted, pressing a hand to his chest and offering the slightest of bows.[color=#3b588e] "I would not turn down tea - or your name, Master."[/color]

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Had... it worked?

Mari only dared lower her arms once everything had settled. The sounds, the lights, the swirl of magic all around the room. A bedroom, to be precise; small, quaint and in an awful state of disarray. It had been messy far before she had turned it into a summoning ground, and the powerful magic that had filled it a moment prior hadn't exactly helped matters. Pieces of paper still floated down from the ceiling like giant flakes of snow, and she was pretty sure most of her makeup was broken beyond repair. Why, oh why, had she left the powder on the table again?!

[color=#c880c3]"H-hello?"[/color] She called out into the darkness. The lights had broken in the summoning process, and the closed curtains didn't let much natural light filter through. She saw a figure, she supposed, but it was difficult to make out the details. Or maybe she was just imagining seeing anything at all. [color=#c880c3]"I'm-- I'm Mari. Hello! I'm your Master, nice to meet you!" [/color]

Her brows furrowed, and her voice lowered into a quiet mumble to herself. [color=#c880c3]"Hm, why do they call us masters, anyway? Like, it's kind of a weird term... and shouldn't it be a mistress? Who came up with this stuff?" [/color]
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