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“You are too kind, Saber. We are both equals, within this world.” A pause, as the Ruler pondered for a moment. “I heard you were near my location, I wished to see how you fared this day.”

@ofcourage confronted the dragon slayer

“Maiden of Orleans… To what do I owe the privilege of being graced with your presence?”

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@dran-ridire

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ofinverse:

side blog to @ofcourage, all follows will hail from my jeanne blog. please re-blog or like this post if you would be interested in role-playing with a saber alter who hails from the Heaven’s Feel route of Fate/Stay Night now summoned within Chaldea. as this is a side blog, please follow this blog if you wish to interact with alter, so i do not confuse who wishes to interact with who. many thanks!

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@dran-ridire​ mordred to jeanne by song ey

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“This is not how heroic spirits should act.”

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side blog to @ofcourage, all follows will hail from my jeanne blog. please re-blog or like this post if you would be interested in role-playing with a saber alter who hails from the Heaven’s Feel route of Fate/Stay Night now summoned within Chaldea. as this is a side blog, please follow this blog if you wish to interact with alter, so i do not confuse who wishes to interact with who. many thanks!

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“Arturia believes...Mordred, might wish to court me?” Jeanne...Jeanne...he danced with you during the ball, he complimented you, he is encouraging you to enjoy your life now that your duty as a saint, maiden of France and Ruler during a Great Holy Grail War is over. Yes, possibly.

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hey guys! because I have no self control what so ever, here is an old muse of mine back from the grave! please, re-blog if you would be interested in role-playing with an independent, fate focused Jeanne D’Arc blog. single shipped w/ @dran-ridire. Grand Order is her main and default verse. Cross Over & OC friendly, multi muse blog friendly and 2+ years of Fate experience.

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I’m a romantic, and we romantics are more sensitive to the way people feel. We love more, and we hurt more. When we’re hurt, we hurt for a long time.

Freddy Fender (via wordsnquotes)

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“There you are, Saber. If I may permit a moment of your time.” Jeanne spoke politely, as she walked towards the knight of the round table. “I was curious, often I never enter the summer events...the, females tend to be a touch...eccentric?” A pause, she was unsure how to continue without being...well, Ruler. “I am requesting your company to the beach, if it would please you?”

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Blog update! Due to a lack of confidence & a developed ship on discord between Jeanne & @dran-ridire plus a great love for Jeanne. This blog is being converted to Jeanne. If you view Jeanne as only a tool of religion, without any human qualities within the Fate fandom feel free to unfollow. This Jeanne follows Apoc canon, but summoned within Grand Order. She did have love for Sieg, and through Mordred is exploring the humanity she sacrificed to join the war. threads will not be dropped less requested, thread with proto gil will remain as identity was not shared nor much personality shown. @zordestiya less mun of Proto Gil prefers to.

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I don’t care if I get hurt, I will protect you with all of my might no matter the cost.

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dran-ridire:

..What the hell was she, some sort of acrobatic now? What a damn weirdo, she was having too much fun it seemed. Now she was also just addressing him by Class rather than ‘Sir Mordred’ or just ‘Mordred’. What a pickle. Looking upward to her, he let out an annoyed breath and shook his head. “You’re not a damn bat, so get down from there would ‘ya?” She was acting so differently to when he encountered her, but, maybe she really is just trying to get away from him or some shit now and that’s why she didn’t want to knock on the door. ..Was he really that bad? 

“..Look, I haven’t been the best of people to you. I get that. What I don’t get is you leaving me something like this, despite the fact I’ve been pretty damn bad to you. It confuses me a lot. I get you want to prove to me I’m not all bad or some shit, but..I really am.”  Rubbing the side of his head, he looked downward for a minute. “I’m..not gonna be wearing the ring, but I’m not gonna get rid of it. If anything, it’ll be close to me at all times. I like it, after all.” 

Turning around, he remained silent for a moment longer before speaking up again. “I’m willing to try seeing what you see in me sometime, so if you..want to do something or have some lunch or whatever the hell it is you want me to do, you know where to find me, I guess. And..I’m sorry for a lot of how I’ve treated you, I’ve taken it a bit too far a lot of the time. It’s weird for me to admit that, but you didn’t deserve a lot of what I did.” 

“Do I have a reason to get down? Truth be told, I never did see a bat when I was alive...perhaps I am one.” Yet despite her comments, she still folded herself backwards and jumped down in-front of the Berserker. And for his information, yes she was very acrobatic during her life and now being a servant only made it heightened. “I think I would make a cute bat, provided they are a fruit bat.” She doubted she would like a blood drinking bat...but, perhaps she could tame one? That was besides the point, but even so, it was a thought.

“At least you admit that.” Not that she would say more than that, he was a prince who was above her by status. “Why should it confuse you? I mean no disrespect, but...people can be nice, just to be nice. Simply because you are cruel to me, does not mean I have to return it in kind. We are not at war, we are allies under Chaldea. If someone shouts at me, I shall not shout back.” 

Perhaps this was why Mashu admired her so much, truly the only way to force her to shout would be to place her father or Sir Owain in danger. She would never shout to defend them, she would raise her blade but she would never return the ill manners. “I doubt you are, you do not attack subjects in other words, civilians. A tyrant, would not care for those nearby. Granted, I admit you have attacked me, though by becoming a servant I relinquished my civilian rights.” At least he liked the gift. “It, confuses me why you would keep it on you at all times. Even so, I am glad you like the gift.” 

A tilt of her head, why did he not see in him what she could see? If he claimed he was a worthy king, surely he could not see himself as a bad person? “You claim to be a king, so how can you also claim you are a bad person? That would imply you are a tyrant, which I do not believe. Yes, you are crueller as a Berserker...is not everyone? Even I would be.” Though, she doubted she could ever become one. “I never wanted you to do anything, I was only trying to get to know you...” 

A pause, and a slight smile. “You have no reason to apologise...I have, had far worse treatment by men. Only my father and Sir Owain ever treated me kindly, and other male peasants before I left for the castle.” After that, rich men were rather nasty even worse once she was a captive under the chapel. “You took it too far, and I am well aware I did not deserve any of it. Even so, I would rather not lose my tongue by angering someone if they overhear us.” But, of course she knew she did nothing wrong she was only ever nice to him, yet he disregarded her and favoured everyone else. It stung, but, she would be fine once Sir Owain was summoned.

“Ah...um, you do not need to take me for lunch, I would not wish to be a burden. I, probably was a bother. So long as you realise, you are a good person even with your faults and...anger problems under the Berserker class, I am content. After all, a King needs to believe he is a just person, and act in accordance to his beliefs otherwise he is simply a fraud, after all.” A pause, she bowed before turning around. “I should, probably leave you to whatever hobbies you enjoy.”

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“..Huh.” So somebody did come to his room, not even a knock on the door though?  Lucky for him, he knew something was up due to his Instinct, even though it seemed whoever it was left just as fast as they showed up. After opening the door, he stared down for a moment at the golden ring. “…” Crouching down, he took hold of the ring and stared at it closer, noticing his name being on the inside of it. 

This situation had ‘Lunete’ written all over it, that woman wouldn’t stop trying to get close to him for some reason. Why? He was treating her kinda badly, hell, he was starting to regret that kind of stuff. “Where the hell are you, Lunete? I know you’re probably still around here somewhere, you’ve got some shit to answer.” 

She presumed he would enjoy such a gift. A golden ring, was adored by kings. His name inscribed and a crown engraved on the ring. Thankfully, despite being a saber in this war she was still incredibly agile and fast. In truth, she did not know why she was nice to him. He had treated her horribly when they met, then he became a bit warmer and then since then...he had become, rather cruel to her and kinder to everyone else. Perhaps, she was just too kind. He was not her knight, that role was only ever for Sir Owain. 

The only man to gain her loyalty, by them both sharing a glance. The present day were correct, they had slept together before he met her lady, their was sexual attraction but he only loved her lady. Or, perhaps he did love her but loved her lady more. She never questioned it, she just remembered the fun night of secrets. Drinking, eating, laughing...she never knew a knight could be so warm, so honest and so understanding. Perhaps, she felt obligated to be kind to another of the round table. 

Yet, perhaps she knew deep down he was lonely and that, he did not need to be alone. Even so, he was a prince and Arthur had never been her King. Not that her king was anyone worthy of such a tittle. A sigh, he would likely bin the gift. It was likely the last time she would bother the man. And why should she answer him? She owed the man nothing. Yet despite vanishing into the crown, she sighed. 

Turning back around, she jumped across some of the walls gaining surprise from the staff. Although, she was hanging upside down from a light staring down at Mordred. “Why should I answer you, Berserker?” Could tell she sounded more distant, uh oh.

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@dran-ridire fuck my fucking life, yet he’s more obsessed with her ironically

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It was not often that people of Chaldea spoke towards him with delight. Most had approached him with the intention to mock him and the life he had led, enforcing their opinions and their ideals towards him. It made staying within the halls of Chaldea unpleasant, but as the Watcher of humanity, he cannot simply send himself back to the Throne. In spite of their disrespect and lack of understanding what role a King must shoulder and bear, he will remain and make certain that humanity does not go extinct. With great interest, the King of Heroes took the woman’s statements into mind. Though silver is her tongue, he could sense that she’s genuine with her words. After all, there is nothing to gain in shoving falsehoods towards the demigod of Uruk.

“Men mostly speak such with ill intentions, especially in the face of a woman so grand. Even so, the lady is deserving of fine words.” He would appreciate her beauty at a later time, merely considering this as a professional approach on her part. He has yet to ponder her needs and what made her consider herself deserving to be before him. Still, the company had not been unwanted. If it was someone else, a person who is bland and lacking interesting traits, he will simply shove them aside in favor of doing something more productive. The Uruk King summoned a golden goblet before the woman, urging her to take it. In the same manner, a container filled with rich wine came to view and poured some into the goblet. It is only a drink worthy of the gods, but he will allow her to have a taste of it.

“I hope you are a woman who partakes. Otherwise, it will be such a waste.” Gilgamesh took a gentle sip upon his own cup, regal and graceful in every manner. Though it is said that he lacks kingly temperament in comparison to his other counterparts, the king in him can still not be dismissed. “As you know, today’s people do not consider my deeds heroic or worth applauding. I cannot blame them however.”

She had no reason to speak towards him in a negative manner, after all he was a king whose life she did not know on a personal level. He lived long before the Arthurian legend, a different time and culture- different laws and beliefs. To judge someone based on a completely different way of life that preceded her own life, would seem rather rude. There was no reason to force her beliefs on him, she had lived her life without regrets. Be it correct or not, she had lived it. 

Granted, she rarely spoke to others within Chaldea as she was not as famous as many others. It was not uncommon for her to be looked over, which frankly was also fine. It offered her peace and an ability to relax and speak to those who wished to seek her out. Though she would admit, she had disliked her king- a coward, with no backbone. She had been granted no trial, there was no evidence to the accusations and...frankly, the upper class could be very selfish. So could the poor, anyone could be however it was sadly a fact the poor had not the power to follow desire. Not in her day anyway.

“Men can wield a silver tongue, this is true, often with ill intent. I must admit, women can be sly and devious as well. Especially in the face of men with power, such as yourself. A shame, that many are not honest.” Or, perhaps she was simply too honest. Sir Owain did state often she was ahead of her time, an amusing thought. It was true, she assisted him in his escape and spent many years with the knight. Perhaps, something a woman would never do, assist a knight in escape let alone know how to sneak past castle guards. Still, she was being professional and rather curious about a foreign king. Although she did not consider herself worthy to be before a king, she ranked up to a powerful status during her life...but she was born a peasant. Many of the upper class men felt threatened by that. Even so, she presumed if he did not wish for her to remain, he would simply order her to leave. 

Noting the golden goblet he brought forth, she was surprised. Yet, instantly she realised he was urging her to take it- which she politely did just that. And she held it like a perfect lady was, noting the wine being poured forth. He, truly did match his legend, a golden king. Just as she knew it was a large compliment, to drink with a king, my her father would be in utter shock. It had been strange enough alive, being around a knight who favoured her so highly, like a perfect woman. 

“I am a woman who partakes, though I did not often alive for we could not afford such. I did partake with Sir Owain on occasion, knights did so love to drink.” Wine or beer, mostly. “I thank you most kindly for the offer, I can only imagine how rare a gift this is.” Her smile was genuine, it truly felt like a genuine gesture she was unsure if she was worthy of it. Taking a small sip herself, gracefully and ladylike, poised. Her expression was happy and shocked...it was, an amazing taste. “I am aware, I myself have odd debates about my existence.” 

Some stating she was better for Sir Owain than her mistress, others saying she was innocent some said she was not. “You did much worth applauding, I am sure your actions are questionable by modern day morality- that is something many of the spirits discover.” A slight giggle, it was...interesting, how morality changed. “How did you yourself view your rule? If you viewed it as just, then that is the important factor.”