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"Greetings! You have reached the number that belongs to I, Saber, Emperor of Rome, and passionate lover of the arts! For a woman of my stature, I have duties to attend, and so if you hit upon this message, do leave behind a note that I may answer as swiftly as I possibly can.

If you have called to commission for a wooden weapon, state which type, your name, and where your location is. Such messages will be filtered away into an appropriate file, so do tag your notifications properly. Once I have reached you, we will then discuss the terms of exchange.

Good day or good night!"

[ Also, if you are calling from the PGC Inbox, those will be automatically filtered. ]

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[ After an embarrassing exchange the night prior, Saber wakes up to an oath sworn to a woman, but more importantly concern for her. There were some things said that Saber should have reacted appropriately towards. ]

Nero, when you receive this message, please respond.
You may call if you like.

[ It's about an hour or so later after the message is received that Saber will get a call back from her counterpart who sounds... well, like she's trying to compose herself as best as she can. Amidst a slightly tempered headache and burning heartache. ]

Is this urgent, Arturia?

Not particularly. [ It really wasn't urgent. In her mind, urgent is life-threatening and requires weaponry. ] Should it wait then?

[ Have a long, suffering sigh. ] Surely you would not call to have an idle chat. What is it?

About the reason you contacted me the night prior. [ She murmurs. ] Your Master is gone?

[ Pause. ] ... Correct. It seems I shall go back to the waiting game as I did before.

Without any warning of her disappearance? [ It's troubling if so. ]

And with me by her side, no less. [ Pause. ] To wake up, and no longer find her near, it is...

Ah.. yes, I can understand that.

[ To wake up without Irisviel or Shirou here. The very thought is devastating to her. ]

Do you think it would have hurt less if she was away from you?

Edited 2012-08-14 10:31 (UTC)

... It hurts further now that I had a taste for it.

Ah... that seems as though it would be problematic, yes. [ A sigh. ] What will you do from this point forth?

I have challenges and requests to meet. [ It's almost an automatic answer, an attempt to get her out of this funk. ] The Gym Leaders will be the recipients of my ire and frustrations, and anyone else foolish enough to test my patience in the coming days.

I wish to settle a shop in Goldenrod as well. That... bowman will be with me.

So you will keep busy and neglect your feelings?

[ Bluntly stated even if it's the truth. ]

Archer, you mean? I have no real business with that man, so I care not for him being around you.

Do you wish for me to wallow and wail at my loss even further? Bemoan a fate that I cannot control? I am not a stranger to this sort of despair; I have dealt with it before

How do you deal with it? I have lost Rin twice and even still I cannot bring myself to overcome the fear of losing the Master dearest to me.

I believe you already know one of my methods in dealing with such pain.

[ However "degenerate" the choice is. It'd explain both of their hangovers and Saber the Red's more snappish mood. Then she sighs. ]

Conversation of any kind, with anyone willing to listen, dulls the pain. To let out our feelings... it is a cry for help: "I am hurt. I am suffering." Though we were both inebriated, I am still grateful you were there.

You cannot advance alone... right?

Edited 2012-08-14 14:05 (UTC)

You cannot? [ Saber has always tried to as a king herself, leaving her to the awkward silence between the two. Eventually courage finds it's way back into her words. ] That is right.

Even when I was not there, the Knights of the Round did what they could for Britain in my absence. I am certain if I had approached any of them in the same manner you did me, they would have held onto me.

So thank you for coming to me above all else. Your secrets are safe.

[ A soft, amused sound escapes her at that. ] Who is the most grateful between us, truly? Speaking of "secrets..."

Will you keep your promise?

[ Now there's a hint of mischievous in her otherwise still downtrodden tone. ]

[ Oh why is she bringing that up so soon? ]

I gave you my word not only as a king, but as your friend. Promises will be kept no matter what happens.

Oh? Your words do surprise me: you consider us friends?

[ Given the other Saber's disposition, Saber the Red figured that would be a long time coming before either of them reached that level. Perhaps drinks really were miracle workers. ]

Should I not..?

[ Oops. ] It seems I have forgotten to mind my manners in this place. So many others throw the word around that I thought... well, never mind it. If it bothers you, we can return to our current state.

It is certainly surprising coming from you, but I would welcome such an alliance with you! After all, we are both kings, and though our titles have lessened in importance due to being in this realm, we cannot simply stop what we were raised to be.

Do not be so quick to take back your words; it bothers me in the least. In actuality, it pleases me greatly to be considered friends with the King of Knights herself! Surely you would be just as honored back to be my companion, hm?

DON'T READ THIS u will get kissed on the nearest possible friday by ur crush. Tomorrow will be the best day ever and u will catch a rare pokemon. HOWEVER IF U DONT FORWARD THIS TO AT LEAST 5 PEOPLE u will get chased by 50 beedrills and sprayed by a skuntank!!!!11!

Miss Saber,

Someone from my world will soon be coming to Goldenrod, and she is looking for work suited to the skills of a blacksmith. I asked [...what the hell should he...] the Miss Saber in blue's [that works he guesses?] knowledge on the subject, and was advised to speak with you. Have you any suggestions?

Ondorus

Edited 2013-01-26 04:19 (UTC)

The reason she would suggest my person is because I am currently leading my own business... though, it is more woodsmithing than actual blacksmithing.

She could find work under my supervision. What are her qualifications?

I have not asked. Do you mind if I direct her to talk to you once she arrives?

Do so. I shall interview her myself.

Thank you very much.

[That's one thing off the checklist.]

Next time you travel, don't drag me along if it involves freaking snow and ice.

I'm freaking serious.

...okay so maybe i was too pissed off. no wait i still am.

look, the point is. I quit.

like, quit, quit. you know, the permanent one with a letter of resignation: like this. I, Shinn Asuka, hereby declare that Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus... is a butt.

.......what did i text you yesterday night?

[ The answer comes in the form of blocking Shinn's Gear, opening his inn door with a bang, putting him in a submissive hold.

And throwing him down her Gyarados' throat. ]

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