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“Nope! I have no idea what’s going on inside his head!” she promptly ignores the mention of the Alter Ego.

" Really? Nothing? Not even a brief mention from before...?" she finds that almost hard to believe. " Wow, this guy really is as weird as Limbo."

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@hopeled said: and he went by the name oberto WHY IS HE LAYING EGGS AS OBERTO???

“I see. That explains nothing at all!” her smile is a cry for help.

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hey. hey. hey artoria i have a question. why is oberon laying eggs in my inner mind hellscape is there something you didn't tell me?????

HE DID WHAT??

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his presence should alarm her. and yet as soon as she senses she is not alone anymore, the performance is put aside. this is not what that girl would have experienced, so Artoria has to return the greeting for who she is now and not before.

it would be too callous, the Avenger claims. when has she not smiled to hide her fears? still the notion is kind and she recognizes that, finding a familiar and twisted sense of solace in it. through this, she can understand why her closest friend trusts him with her heart. there are many things Artoria wishes she could do for Ritsuka, but her role has been over from the moment she was born, the fairy of paradise is not the village girl but the village girl became the nameless king.

“Have you seen Ritsuka today?” she asks, instead. she could smile until her mouth bleeds and it would still not be the most painful act she has done. “I’m sure she would love to enjoy the season with you.”

⠀⠀The Child of Prophecy may not notice yet, but she's approached by the shade of Chaldea's Master while lost in her worries. Spring comes with new beginnings and renewed vigor, yet it is gloom that threatens to invade her thoughts in this moment. A curious moment indeed...

⠀⠀⠀⠀"It is rather odd to greet the season of spring with a face like that, Caster." The click of a lighter snaps out before she can turn around, the Avenger lighting up a cigarette during his pause. At least he is considerate enough to take position where the wind will take the fumes away from the younger one. "Hm, but perhaps it would be too callous to request a smile from you of all people..."

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her first sensation is familiar – an acute discomfort but she has no idea how it could have been happened. her life is what the village girl had wished for, she enjoys the dream-like days even if she is aware of how it is the envoy that learns and grows. but this. this is too strange and confusing, almost bringing up the dread of that morning after Camelot fell.

has something happened in the border?

“Spring is here...” she allows herself a moment to wipe away any traces that show her sudden distress. it is not that she wants to believe the worst, but for a few seconds, she finds herself unable to calm down. spring is here. so why does this not bring her the same joy of last year?

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"Two Phantoms", Vahan Teryan (translated by metamorphesque)

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shes very cute

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that star was always watching. it was always there, ever since she was born, in the midst of the storm.

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expectations are a weight that she is well-acquainted with, even now after everything has been said and done. she sees it on her reflection every day, wondering how much of the love she feels for Artoria carries through, how she ensures to live every day to her fullest, with all the complains and sarcastic comments because being alive means more than endure. she does her best into taking care of what her other self left behind, and sometimes it is hard to tell apart where the envoy of paradise and the village girl differ, when she finds herself in reaching for a hand.

a part of herself wonders if she should do it carelessly, as it were nothing worthy to think about. except that would be wrong, trust is so hard to establish, and any gesture of it deserves more than that. and then there is the small familiars offering guidance.

Artoria has not been a child in a long time. she doesn’t think whether there was a time when she was ever one — still her legs feel wobbly as she attempts to get closer and closer to the hand Sakura is offering her. the reason is nothing big or dramatic, but she doesn’t want to leave her waiting. “I... Please... Don't let me fall.”

she both looks and sounds like a grumpy puppy who is refusing to play with the others. it's somewhat endearing, though if she said that, it would most likely cause the other to react much like her sister did whenever someone brought up the obvious to her face. so the mage relents, instead choosing to wait in expectant silence. Artoria wanted to see more of the festival and as such, she would! even if it meant Sakura had to wait for an hour or more, there was zero intentions to just let the other sit on the sidelines and go against earlier words.

from underneath her scarf does two of her familiars pop up, peeking curiously at the Caster from afar. then, without an order from Sakura herself, they hop down and slide across the ice with little grace to reach the other.

" Look-- they're guiding you. Just follow them and you won't fall before getting to me." and as she draws closer, Sakura holds out a hand. " Almost there....just grab my hand and I'll take care of the rest."

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if she were a stranger, Artoria would squint from afar and pretend to not be bothered. how many times has she been put into situations where she learned it was better to keep her mouth shut rather than let it open and express any of her less-than-friendly speech? Cnoc is her friend, however, and that means she doesn’t have that effort of decorum. no, instead, Artoria reacts accordingly: her fingers grab another dessert as a challenge.

“My Merlin magecraft is very useful! It could blow up anything here before any of us could blink. You’re just jealous you can’t do that when your own power can’t do the same. Also these stubby little legs are used to running unlike yours.”

 ⠀❛ ⠀Stingy—?!⠀ ❜ ⠀NOTHING⠀shattered her refined exterior quite like her sworn rival, and certainly never as swiftly. Her brows arched with impulsive intent, her eyes flashed — one could practically hear the whistle screeching in Cnoc's mind. Naturally, she couldn't let this stand. Naturally, her dainty fingers shoot out and claim another dessert for herself.

 ⠀❛ ⠀Your version of 'this much' means this entire half of the table is basically forfeit ! I'm not stingy, you're greedy. And I don't see how even 'Merlin magecraft' could help such stubby little legs. Not when I catch you, anyway.⠀ ❜ ⠀

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“A home would be a good idea.” nothing is too far-fetched when it comes to the Stars. their constant need for shenanigans is unique. “I got a puppy and he needs so much space. I can imagine camels would ask for more.”

" I have wondered if perhaps the egg offered by the Stars could allow one to have one yet it seems rather farfetched....." a theory she could test out one day. " They do! Though they thrive best in the desert. Perhaps I need to acquire a home there first."

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her legs can make it to the exit. it’s not her fault that people underestimate her; she wants to give up sometimes too when her tip toes cannot reach the cupboards. but what Artoria lacks, she makes up with stubbornness and spite, though that’s not perhaps the best attitude. as much as she loves genuinely, she can hold grudges with the same strength.

“Don’t be stingy.” she retorts back, choosing the nearest dessert. elegant and queenly behavior aside, Cnoc na Riabh is a sore loser too. “You’ll have other trips to the table later, don’t pretend you won’t. Let me have this much.”

⠀⠀⠀CLEARLY, ⠀the gremlin's as 'in her element' as ever at a formal function: which is to say, not very. But even so, Cnoc has to admit... It's hard not to admire the absolute audacity it took to pose that question when her own hand was hovering just above the expansive dessert platter. She was taking the opening presented by Artoria finally opening her mouth for something other than shoveling food, and that's her reward ?

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Do I think you could ?⠀ ❜ ⠀She echoes, swiping a few of the miniature iced brownies in the blink of an eye. ⠀❛ ⠀Yes. Do I think you should when this is my first trip to the table ? That depends on how fast you think you can run.⠀ ❜ ⠀

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“You’re too far. Do I have to go there? Can’t you just come here?”

the pessimism is not entirely unfounded. she still can’t float as she should, and it makes her daily life more ordinary but that is beside the point. those are her additional inches, not everyone is Morgan who grew up and had the gall of walking with heels. Artoria gets that she is short but it doesn’t mean she has to enjoy it. her sister can be a prodigy with magecraft and the like, the one thing she envies from her is not needing to look up to nearly the whole island.

sighing loudly, she throws a doubtful glance to her skates and then, the ice. curse her curiosity for all the festivities can offer, it is almost as bad as lying. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

"Come on. You're a Servant, aren't you? How can you be scared of a little ice-skating?"

Sakura's words are purposeful in nature. if there's anything she's learned about the Caster, it's that the girl held a competitive side that rivaled Saber's and even her own sister. and seeing as the conventional means of convincing weren't quite working out in getting the other to hop over the barrier and actually get onto the ice.....well, desperate times call for desperate measures.

gloved hands there were holding into the barrier release as she mage pushes herself back, skates sliding on the ice with ease as she spins once before coming to a halt. " If you want me to hold your hand, then you have to at least come over here. Or did old Frosty get to your bones?"

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“They are not allowed?” how strange, the dogs were. and their size was not the same as some months ago. “But they deserve to enjoy the same space!”

" Another new year is fast approaching, another new year in which I hope camels will be allowed to keep within ones own home."

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“Ahaha… it only caught me off guard.” lying is not something she likes to do, but it comes out so naturally. except this time, she wants to be a little more honest. “Did they? Is this your way of saying hi?” she laughs softly at the familiars and the bar of chocolate they pass in between them. “I wish you could eat it, too.”

" You seem susprised." and something else, but maybe she is looking too deeply. or maybe the reaction reminded her of how she once was only a few years ago. "They're offering the chocolate to you." a soft laugh follows, though she isn't laughing at the other herself, but more the situation. " They used to do the same with my Servant, Rider. "

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it has become a routine of sorts for her to walk around and, suddenly, feel someone is staring towards her. what is less common is for it to be filled with so much that she recognizes as her own longing for a journey that ended a long ago.

she stares in silence, wondering if she should approach him or stay still and move along, but she thinks of her Gareth. of her Percival. of her knights, all wishing for a future that would never come to pass, and Artoria does not need to convince herself of the truth: if she were capable of seeing them again, even if they were not the ones that she knew, could she turn them away callously?

never, she could never do that. she had loved them so much to not carry them with her, despite how no one would reproach her from trying to move along with her life. and with all that the village girl fought for, could anyone believe any different? she still wants that grief, the good and the bad from those short days of happiness, it is all she has left from then.

“I’m sorry, you are Sir Bedivere, right?” a knight of King Arthur, beloved until the very end.

It wasn’t her. The similarities were undeniable, but he knew.

It had been many centuries since he had seen his king properly, of course, but hers was not a face he would so easily forget. She was still deeply ingrained in memories he had once thought lost, when his body was crumbling underneath the use of a blade that was not his to own.

He knew the truth. He spoke it silently to himself when he saw her. Yet despite knowing what the truth was, his breath still hitched upon seeing the familiarities.

It was not like him to become speechless. Yet no matter how many times he tried to will the words forward, nothing came. “Ah…” Perhaps he should have fled back into the crowds, focus on the task he had set for himself rather than stare at the girl that looked too close to his king for comfort.

He couldn’t. He could never run from her, even if she wasn't completely the one he knew.

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maybe anyone else would be annoyed — or, bothered if she were to find the right word for it. but Artoria has always been aware of the importance of her face, it has never truly belonged to her, never, not entirely. she still can see herself in the mirror, without refusing to see the girls that share it, and understanding how the similarities are never enough to find the same shape. it would be silly to reject the notion of how different experiences make each individual, no matter how the same face could have identical features.

“Thank you! I can’t take all the credit though… my sister used to wear it before me.” nonetheless, her attention is diverted from the dessert table, focusing on the familiar stranger.

⠀⠀⠀OF ⠀course she recognizes that face — or more accurately, there's echoes etched into that face. She'd be in denial if she pretended her breath didn't briefly catch, like when someone unexpected yet familiar rounds the corner before you reach it; thankfully, though, this is far from her first run-in with the familiarly unfamiliar. Contrary to what feels like popular belief around here, she possesses tact. Just as she most certainly wasn't the Ishtar people looked for in her, nor even the girl she's dubbed 'Rin on the moon,' this girl was most assuredly her own person. … Having said that, the likeness definitely lent towards her saying something and not just silently perusing the dessert table.

⠀⠀⠀That, and also because she's hoping talking will delay some of the younger girl's efforts to conquer most of said dessert table.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Let me guess: a witch ? Such a deep shade of blue... It suits you.⠀ ❜ 

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