[WELL THAT HAPPENED. Lucas is out on the boardwalk seated on a bench, just kind of staring out at the sea, seemingly lost in thought. Whenever Saber happens by, though, he'll look over like he's automatically checking to make sure they're okay.]
[it can be after the stupidity of the mingle because i was too busy dying over fluffernutter sandwiches and credit cards to be able to laugh about it as it was happening YOU ARE ALL SO CHAOTIC.
It won't change his approach much either way, though. The only difference is just the faintest glimmer of gremlin amusement.]
[He's sitting outside of the mouth of the cave! Just kind of zoning out and staring absently in the direction of the water... Though he'll snap back to attention when he so much as notices another person approach, probably before Saber even speaks. They'll get a nod, though!]
[FUCKING HELP NOT THIS SWAN. DO THEY HAVE SWANS IN ARPECHELE. MY GOD. It's possible he does not recognize this bird and as such doesn't know to be very afraid. one time i saw a swan have a territorial ragefit in washington dc and it was one of the spookiest displays of nature i'd seen until then and also since then]
Oh! Oh, dear, I don't have any of those potatoes this time... [But he will. Rummage in his bag anyway and then lean over with a piece of a muffin in his hand.]
Well, wherever Saber is, Lucas is soon appearing!! With his usual bag of STUFF that he keeps for emergencies and also CYOAers now, APPARENTLY. WHERE ART THOU.]
[Lucas is over at the gazebo shortly after trial! Just taking a little time to decompress because his blood pressure really shot through the roof and almost killed his ass where he stood... He's just kind of staring absently in some direction, but his attention shifts to Saber pretty quickly when they appear and he's gesturing toward the seat beside him soon.]
[ good morning. they are together and opening a door and i am just going to yeet us into a memory yippee.
Your brother stands before you.
Your father has sent you off to discipline him. He has causing great embarrassment to the empire, and he is to be punished for his misdeeds. You watch him for a moment, and there is something heavy that sits in your heart as you think about what you are about to do. Your blade is in your hand, where it is supposed to be, and you approach him.
"Brother," you say, "your time has come."
He looks over at you, his expression of slight confusion until he notices your sword and it transforms into one of anger. "Would you draw your sword on your elder brother, your own flesh and blood?!"
"It is father's will."
He's shocked. "Did His Imperial Majesty truly—"
You do not give him time to finish the sentence. You are far stronger and faster than he is, so you know he will not be able to dodge your blow. You strike him, and he bleeds, and that familiar dark rage overtakes you. You rip off his arm as you kill him, and you do not quite understand what you just did until it is over. You stare at your brother, and then go to report it to your father.
"You slew your elder brother? I see..."
His reaction surprises you. This is what he wanted, was it not? But there is something fearful in his eyes as he looks at you, but you cannot understand why that is.
After a long moment, he speaks again. "You are to head west. Exterminate any who refuse to submit to our rule and do not return here until then."
You pause, trying to figure out his words. You understand the order, but there is something unsaid that that you are having difficulty coming to terms with. Your enemies are vast and many, and if you are not to return until they are all defeated... then when will you be allowed to? You realize that your father is effectively banishing you from your home.
He stares at you, waiting for a response. And you give it.
So far, this is one of the memories that resonates with him in the strangest way, but also one of the most dissonant. He can't envision a reality in which he would turn a harming hand toward Nadia, even if God spoke to him directly and demanded it. There's something about the emotional disconnect that leaves him feeling uneasy, himself, and he just kind of reflexively looks toward Saber after the memory plays out, uncertain of how to proceed. Maybe he will simply not walk through another door after Monday.]
Well. Lucas can be found at the hospital! His wounds have been treated though perhaps a bit haphazardly, but the vibes are mellow, at least. He is just sitting there petting this cute baby bunny that's sitting on his lap as he rests on the bed, but not, like. In it. Like under the covers. He's just taking a small rest here.]
[STOP NOT THE CYOA CRAZY no he's fine. His vibes are faintly sad and tired but mostly mellow, and he will approach with his sonion bunny cradled in his arms.]
Hello. [A little nod!] ...Are you holding up alright?
[W5........ IT IS SO HATEFUL. Lucas comes flying out of one of the slides into this pit that he just lands in on his back which kind of winds him a little because he is still so injured. Blinking over at Saber...]
[WHERE EVEN ARE WE curfew happens....... they are... SOMEWHERE. And then they are in the corgi car.
Lucas stands with a sword in hand, and even though there's something dazed and distant about his expression, he makes no move to hide his intentions or pretend he's here for any reason other than the one that began as a soft whisper in his mind not that long ago: don't you have a job to do?
The grassy fields are still. The cute little homes are still. The people fast asleep are still imagine there's no one curfewing here would that not be hilarious. Lucas swings the blade upright, pointing it in their direction.]
...Ah, Saber... It's you...?
[His voice, always soft-spoken and gentle, somehow sounds even softer, lighter, airy and slow and lilting upward with questioning notes like someone speaking from the precipice of sleep. His head cants to the side just a bit; he doesn't attack just yet. Only just for a moment.
This dramaticass scene setting except there are fucking corgis everywhere. ARE THE CORGIS ASLEEP. I HOPE THEY ARE. IMAGINE THEY JUST HAVE TO ACTIVELY WEAVE AND DODGE AROUND CORGIS THAT ARE TRYING TO PLAY WITH THEM.]
well. either way, whether the corgis are sneeping or awake, saber will only be focused on the familiar figure. they glance down at the weapon in lucas' hand before meeting his gaze, their grip on their own sword firm. ]
Yes, it is.
[ what are they going to do? lie and say they're laurence? ]
[THIS COMING AFTER THE KILL LOG IS TAKING MY ASS OUT. I CAN'T BELIEVE ONE OF OUR PEANUTS FUCKING JOINED WEEK 5 TOO WHAT THE HELL. Well anyway he's going to the hospital to check on SABER.]
Saber? [WHY DO THEY HAVE SUCH BAD LUCK.] ...Do you need anything? I've brought a snack, but...
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saber is in the hospital... they are not in bed though, they are staring out the window. they turn to look at lucas when he walks in and promptly flips him off. ]
[WAOOAOHOH my god what a longass weekend FOR REAL. Lucas has at least moved past catatonia and past super bad dissociation and is now just in normal dissociation, which is a state of being he never really leaves, so. This is fine. He's standing outside of the church, looking toward it with a little bit of curiosity and a little bit of hesitance. One day he will go in here and it will become his favorite place... But that day may not be today...
Whenever he spots them, though, he'll turn to face them more properly.]
[They can be in the petting zoo for healing... Lucas is just sitting here with a basset hound puppy puddled in his lap, and he nods in greeting and waves for them to join.]
I was thinking the same. It's a sorrowful thing to see, but...
[RECEIVING IS BETTER THAN LOSING.]
...At least we'll be here for him to help him once he arrives, should he need anything.
[SO MUCH HAPPENED TODAY. Lucas is just sitting outside of the church with a bottle of wine because frankly what else do you do in this economy. He has some snacks, too, and he'll raise a hand in greeting when he spots Saber.]
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weekend 0, saturday
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Good day.
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Good day! How are you feeling today, dear?
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Is this some sort of entertainment district?
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Perhaps? I did see a building just over there that was filled with games and toys.
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Saber, dear... Are you alright...?
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Hello, dear. Have you eaten yet?
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saber is sitting and reading. you can choose if this is before or after the stupidity of the mingle ]
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Hello, dear. Have you found something good?
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Hello.
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Hello, dear. Are you doing alright?
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week 2, tuesday
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Oh! Oh, dear, I don't have any of those potatoes this time... [But he will. Rummage in his bag anyway and then lean over with a piece of a muffin in his hand.]
Is this alright?
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w2 thurs!
Well, wherever Saber is, Lucas is soon appearing!! With his usual bag of STUFF that he keeps for emergencies and also CYOAers now, APPARENTLY. WHERE ART THOU.]
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Would you like to sit?
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Thank you. [ ... ] Long day.
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week 3, monday
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Well.
So far, this is one of the memories that resonates with him in the strangest way, but also one of the most dissonant. He can't envision a reality in which he would turn a harming hand toward Nadia, even if God spoke to him directly and demanded it. There's something about the emotional disconnect that leaves him feeling uneasy, himself, and he just kind of reflexively looks toward Saber after the memory plays out, uncertain of how to proceed. Maybe he will simply not walk through another door after Monday.]
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[GIRL WHAT DO YOU EVEN SAY.]
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the general emotion mood is just a general curiosity. ]
Wow...
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I've never seen anything like this before... Shall we go take a look inside?
[Time to eat the walls for science.]
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Lucas...?
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Lucas is probably hanging out at the gazebo or just somewhere outside for a bit depending on how soon after they try to track him down.]
Yes—?
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Well. Lucas can be found at the hospital! His wounds have been treated though perhaps a bit haphazardly, but the vibes are mellow, at least. He is just sitting there petting this cute baby bunny that's sitting on his lap as he rests on the bed, but not, like. In it. Like under the covers. He's just taking a small rest here.]
Hello, dear.
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Hello. [A little nod!] ...Are you holding up alright?
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anyway they can run into each other on the train. the ball pit one, sure. ]
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...Are you enjoying the new train, dear?
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w5 fri WAHOO
Lucas stands with a sword in hand, and even though there's something dazed and distant about his expression, he makes no move to hide his intentions or pretend he's here for any reason other than the one that began as a soft whisper in his mind not that long ago: don't you have a job to do?
The grassy fields are still. The cute little homes are still. The people fast asleep are still imagine there's no one curfewing here would that not be hilarious. Lucas swings the blade upright, pointing it in their direction.]
...Ah, Saber... It's you...?
[His voice, always soft-spoken and gentle, somehow sounds even softer, lighter, airy and slow and lilting upward with questioning notes like someone speaking from the precipice of sleep. His head cants to the side just a bit; he doesn't attack just yet. Only just for a moment.
This dramaticass scene setting except there are fucking corgis everywhere. ARE THE CORGIS ASLEEP. I HOPE THEY ARE. IMAGINE THEY JUST HAVE TO ACTIVELY WEAVE AND DODGE AROUND CORGIS THAT ARE TRYING TO PLAY WITH THEM.]
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Yes, it is.
[ what are they going to do? lie and say they're laurence? ]
Let us begin our fight, then.
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Saber? [WHY DO THEY HAVE SUCH BAD LUCK.] ...Do you need anything? I've brought a snack, but...
[He also has painkillers but they are in a hospital so it is functionally useless.]
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Whenever he spots them, though, he'll turn to face them more properly.]
Ah, Saber. ...Did you still wish to speak?
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Was I second or third?
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...At least we'll be here for him to help him once he arrives, should he need anything.
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I'll admit, this isn't what I anticipated when I saw that the Entity was having a tantrum.
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Good evening. Care to join me?
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It is that kind of day, hm?
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Are you looking for something?
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