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My understanding of Alter Saber so far

Grrr I'm alter saber. I'm basically the same as normal saber but my sense of protectionism for my kingdom has changed also. I would rather let a town burn for tactical advantage than try and save it.

 Something something something I went to kill an old king that turned me into a jack off, I take the piss out of the burnt saint for... Some reason.

apparently because I fell into the mud my food tastes became cruddy and just eat dirty meat. The greasier the better. if you do something for me I accept out of expectancy, I am a king, you are supposed to do work for me.

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wassupmaster:

“Seriously, though. Dumplings? Expensive dumplings, at that? I understand it’s for the Festival and all, but this is the last time I’m letting Doctor Archaman buy our supplies when normal dumplings could have served just as well. What a waste of money…”

“One should only care for their quality master” chomping on said dumplings “If you need such things like gold that golden bastard has enough gold for your needs.”  

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motherfuckingsaintofdestruction:

“Right. Because I’m your favorite person to antagonize. How could I ever forget.” Letting out a long sigh, Avenger crossed her arms and watched Saber from the corner of her eyes.

It was a good thing she was stuffing her face, since this way Jeanne didn’t have to put up with arguing when she’d rather be relaxing.

She finished her burger turning back to the saint “Hm?” A noticible smirk appearing on her face “To think one would just so easily accept their fate to an insult.” A laugh behind the smirk.

Standing up she bangs the table “More food Archer!” Before sitting back down.

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mortalshinobi:

“hmm…” says the archer, taken aback somewhat. Even for an alter, this one was a bit odd. “I guess I’ll have to learn to find your particular taste. An interesting challenge you put before me, maiden king. But not one I’ll back down from. I’ll find what your taste is, in time. But let us go to the kitchen then, and I may prepare something for you.”

“...” She remained silent. Following the archer over to the kitchen, butt planted firmly onto a seat she waited. Smells came by her nose every now and then as Archer got to work in the kitchen.

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motherfuckingsaintofdestruction:

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“Surely you have other people to eat with, Saber. Even a corpse princess such as yourself shouldn’t need to sit next to me each and every time she sees me in the cafeteria.” Her time at Chaldea would probably be a lot better if she didn’t have to put up with the other Alter’s verbal harassment on a regular basis.

“If I keep coming over to you burnt saint, I think you already know the answer to your own question.” Lazily replying back as she took a bite of her hamburger, quietly munching away on.

Part of her felt a small flicker of a bond between the two alters and...No-one would sit next to her.

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“I am not going to justify my actions to you”

hey quick question: what the fuck

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kubos-house-of-edge:

“I am” he looked at her. They said he had great chances of summoning the greatest King of Knights today, but something was dodging his expectations. The light of hope of the wielder of a sacred sword was there, but maybe something had clouded it? “I am Komaeda Nagito, while I’m not much, my luck let me be the last surviving Master candidate in this Chaldea Institute. Nice to meet you.”

“Your odd track of luck may yet continue then for you have summoned the king of knights!” Visor disappearing to show glaring, yellow tinted iris’s. “I hope you are ready.”

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mortalshinobi:

“if I were trying to do so, would there be a concern?” he says with a smile. “After all, to bring a smile to those eyes would be a welcome sight. And I find a good meal does wonders for that.”

“now…” he says, taking on a slightly more serious tone. “is there anything the lady king would favor or should I make something on a whim?”

“Make something on a whim” She didn’t care, food was enough for her. The grandiose meals of steak and chicken had long since lost their strong taste and most things were numb on the tongue.

She could care less.

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mortalshinobi:

The archer scratches at his chin, regarding the saber.

“It is nothing of the sort, merely that I was caught off guard seeing that you were summoned is all. My apologies if such seemed to be of a more anxious nature than need be.”

He stares for a moment awkwardly before thinking on the matter further and says, “Saber… though this may feel out of the blue, if you’re not busy with anything, would you wish to accompany me to a meal? I can make something you desire if you so wish it.”

“A meal?”

“Are you trying to gain favour Archer?” Scoffing at the white haired male. Though if a servant was offering, a king would take regardless “If you so feel the need to Archer then I will not stop your want to cook.” Some inner part of her curious at what this man could do.

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mortalshinobi:

Archer had been running the rounds once more when he saw her, her appearance immediately catching his attention, her hard amber eyes catching his silver ones. It takes him a moment to notice her dress and recognize she is someone else. Still…

He takes a light bow towards her.

“Saber. I’d been uninformed of your summoning. How are you finding the location? Is it to your suiting?”

“It is satisfactory Archer.” Being stopped in her tracks by quietly scanning the hallway behind Archer for anyone else. “Is there something you need of me? Or has the master wished of me?”

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The Altered king was walking through the halls of Chaldea, silent as a myriad of thoughts plagued her mind. None of that mattered, she would wait in her room for a mission if no-one came to get her.

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The purple, mad like strains of prana slowly died down. Yellow eyes piercing the now way more dusty room from the ensuing chaos. With everything fluttering back down to the ground the alter, clad in muddy purple armour stared at the brown haired male. “So... The grail has deemed you to be my master is that right?”