WAHOO!! THE GONDOLA TAKES OFF. Lucas blocks the strike and goes in for another. They're like 2 of the 3 musketeers just getting into some wacky swordfighting shenanigans on the canal as their stupid little boat tips and rocks. They are probably going to put so many holes through this wood. Once again they are looking sooo cool though. Must emphasize what a tragedy it is that everyone is so asleep right now.
As they fight and make their way along the water, the arena comes into view up ahead.]
[ it's such a tragedy!! also we forgot to chop off saber's hair. well back in wild west area that happened and then bugs make a nice nest out of it. mods i am so sorry for this thread maybe you shouldn't use this.
but the fighting is getting rather intense for such a small boat... once they get close enough, their joint blows ends up cracking a giant hole into the gondola. ruh roh.
saber tries to jump out of it while also swiping at lucas. ]
[OH FUCK WE DID HELP I'M LOSING IT. SORRY MODS WE'RE DOING OUR BEST WITH OUR OWN CHAOS.
Well anyway this is fine. He dodges and almost falls into the water but manages to catch himself, but since he's busy with his balance, Saber can jump away and get some distance. LUCAS HOPS AFTER THEM.
And then just turns and picks the whole gondola up out of the water to throw it their way.]
saber is just going to try to jump out of the way, but some of the wood hits them... owie. saber will try to slash at him again, getting lucas in the ear. ]
[OWIE... There goes the little dangly bit of his earring, chopped off and flying into the gondola wreckage. His tendie bleeding earlobe... itai. Fortunately he does not seem to notice or care!
HE CAN'T LET SABER GET TOO FAR FROM THE WATER OR HOW WILL THEY THROW THEIR PHONE attacks more. Though at some point he slows a bit as he considers... like... maybe he should let them get their affairs in order... Leaps back a bit to put some distance between them, though he's still keeping his blade leveled their way.]
[There's a pause, like it's taking him a while to parse what they're saying or what he wants to say in return. Now that they're not in the middle of FIGHTING SO COOL-LIKE it's probably more clear that he's talking strangely, too; there's an airy, drifting quality to his voice, and he speaks slowly, like someone on the verge of falling asleep or having just woken up.]
...A peaceful passage is what I wish to give you, with no regrets... After all, to me, you are still no demon...
[SAID DESPITE FIGHTING ACROSS SO MANY CARS but it's fine listen IT'S NOT HIS FAULT SABER CAN FIGHT BACK.]
...Before I... send you off, so that your soul may be cleansed... Do you have words for others that you may wish to share...?
[ their first reaction is to want to say no, because so much of this is just wrong and they can't tell what's wrong with lucas. they think back to the memory they saw, the one where lucas said that wasn't what happened, and they have to wonder...
well. no time for that. they realize they can try something. ]
... yes. Like the others did. I wish to write a letter on my phone.
[ they pull it out of their pocket with their hand. ]
[He watches their movements carefully and closely like he's expecting some pocket sand or fungus nonsense, but when they extract their phone, he just smiles. It's such a lovely and compassionate expression! It is so deeply unfitting for the context they are both currently in.
Still, he'll incline his head after that.]
Of course... Please, go ahead.
[Just fucking puts their murder on pause to allow Saber to text out their last will and testament. True to his word, he'll stay where he is, though he's still clearly on his guard.]
okay, they will start to type this out. normally it takes them so long to write stuff out because they are bad at this, but since they are currently in a rush, rip to the people in trial who have to try to read through this typo filled mess.
once they reach the end, they will simply
toss it into the canal. they do not understand how electronics work. ]
[NOT A TYPO NOTE they are doing their best... Anyway Lucas will watch and watch and then blink, startled, as they turn to chuck their phone into the canal. He just follows it with his bleary-ass gaze.]
[Well he'll figure out what to do about that later except he will forget about it. For now, he'll pick his blade back into proper attack stance and charge at them once more!! The arena is nearby. These lions are about to go through it.]
saber will lift their sword to block, trying to strike back before turning to run! towards the arena! they are not even thinking about the lions just like they forgot about the dogs until they came cutely at them!! ]
[HE ALSO FORGETS ABOUT THE LIONS UNTIL THEY'VE FOUGHT SLASHED AND STABBED THEIR WAY INTO THE CENTER OF THE ARENA AND THEN THE LIONS START GROWLING OFF TO THE SIDES.]
Time to FIGHT SOME LIONS. They continue being so cool and so sexy but also they are jingling like jesters for being in this situation as all. THE LIONS ATTACK. Lucas actually looks kind of surprised about this like he is for some reason expecting a different outcome.
BUT THIS IS FINE. COMBATING LIONS. JUST SCRAPPING ALL OVER THE ARENA GETTING BLOOD AND SHIT EVERYWHERE AS YOU DO.]
there is a point, however, where a lion jumps at saber from their blind spot. they manage to get out of the way, but because they're distracted by the first lion, they miss when a second one comes knocking into them.
their grip on their sword loosens and it clatters to the ground. ]
[Truly the way he just watches the lion knock into Saber and pauses for all of .002 seconds since his initial instinct is to jump to defend them—because even now, he doesn't really want to see them come to harm. He thinks of the reflections, those snatches of memories and emotions he'd seen in the surface of so many mirrors, painting Saber as a dutiful monster, a tool to be used and discarded, scorned and feared by even their flesh and blood. He doesn't want them to hurt, no matter whose lives their hands may have taken. He doesn't want them to suffer. If he did, he wouldn't be here in the first place.
But that hesitation passes quickly and then he's also joining the fray! Yippie!! He comes charging in as soon as they dive and moves to tackle them over. While this is happening the lion bites into his torso a bit... Chompy. HE JUST PUNCHES IT UNCONSCIOUS gooby stop distracting him he's got a job to do.
But he's just aiming to get them onto the ground and down onto their back, a hand darting out to grab at their wrist and straddling them so he can use his knee to try pinning their other arm down as well.]
[ saber struggles from underneath him, trying to get free. they are surprisingly quite strong for their petite stature, but it's difficult to overcome the advantage lucas has with his current position.
they look directly at lucas as this happens. they are not afraid of death, as they have already died multiple times before coming here. but this is simply not the way they wish to go. ]
[It's a level of strength that surprises him a bit, but given how skilled they are with the blade, he's far enough on his guard that he just bears down on them with even more force rather than give them an opening to turn the tide.
They speak, and there is perhaps a tiny part of him that wants to linger and reply. To converse. To try to get them to understand, or at least to say what he can to ease their travels from this place. But it's specifically because Saber is strong and skilled, because they're used to fighting, because they know the life of a weapon that goes until it can't anymore, that he won't.
He meets their gaze unflinchingly, red-eyed, bloodied, pupils blown. A gaze that looks at them directly but seems to see nothing at all, and a smile that's calm and peaceful, baring the sharpness of his cuspids.]
...Goodnight, Saber... I pray that you have sweet dreams.
[Quick like a whip, he pulls the arm that's still holding onto his sword back and slams the sword down toward them - toward their chest, right over their heart, driving it with enough force to crack through the bone of their ribs, the soft tissue housed within, and the ground below.]
[ this is not the first time they have died nor the second. it is both different from those times and not, the result of unwavering belief that they would win a fight and the unfortunate encounter with a friend.
when the blade pierced them, they let out a small gasp and struggle against him once more, harder this time, until it continues to sink down through flesh and bone until the tip hits ground. their vision blurs until they can only see the smallest flicker of the last face they see before death overtakes them. ]
Again, in that far-off place that he struggles to access and smothers so easily, he feels it—that writhing, awful thing, like nails against a coffin lid, like worms beneath the soil. Rotten. Ghastly. He grasps it and strangles the life from it as he gazes down upon Saber's still body, beatific as a saint, bloody as a demon.
A hand rises from where he'd been pinning them, and he gently strokes the side of their face. A brush of bloody knuckles against their cheek, fond and soft. He tucks their hair, now short, behind their ear, and there's a fondness in that gesture, as well.
In the back of his mind, somewhere soft and faint, he prays for Saber's safe passage. This kind person, always giving him the bigger half of the snacks they share, always offering their company and comfort, always accepting his silly gifts. Another thought floats by, lazy and drifting, that it will be lonely to not see them tomorrow when the dawn breaks. It will be lonely for him, and for others who hold them dear, but what must be done simply must be done.
And then, he's tearing the blade back up and out of their body and rising to stand. He leaves Saber and their blade where they've fallen; peaceful at heart, still in mind.]
Edited (adds more actually its death we can be dramatic) 2025-03-20 06:54 (UTC)
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WAHOO!! THE GONDOLA TAKES OFF. Lucas blocks the strike and goes in for another. They're like 2 of the 3 musketeers just getting into some wacky swordfighting shenanigans on the canal as their stupid little boat tips and rocks. They are probably going to put so many holes through this wood. Once again they are looking sooo cool though. Must emphasize what a tragedy it is that everyone is so asleep right now.
As they fight and make their way along the water, the arena comes into view up ahead.]
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but the fighting is getting rather intense for such a small boat... once they get close enough, their joint blows ends up cracking a giant hole into the gondola. ruh roh.
saber tries to jump out of it while also swiping at lucas. ]
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Well anyway this is fine. He dodges and almost falls into the water but manages to catch himself, but since he's busy with his balance, Saber can jump away and get some distance. LUCAS HOPS AFTER THEM.
And then just turns and picks the whole gondola up out of the water to throw it their way.]
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saber is just going to try to jump out of the way, but some of the wood hits them... owie. saber will try to slash at him again, getting lucas in the ear. ]
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HE CAN'T LET SABER GET TOO FAR FROM THE WATER OR HOW WILL THEY THROW THEIR PHONE attacks more. Though at some point he slows a bit as he considers... like... maybe he should let them get their affairs in order... Leaps back a bit to put some distance between them, though he's still keeping his blade leveled their way.]
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... do you wish to speak?
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...A peaceful passage is what I wish to give you, with no regrets... After all, to me, you are still no demon...
[SAID DESPITE FIGHTING ACROSS SO MANY CARS but it's fine listen IT'S NOT HIS FAULT SABER CAN FIGHT BACK.]
...Before I... send you off, so that your soul may be cleansed... Do you have words for others that you may wish to share...?
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well. no time for that. they realize they can try something. ]
... yes. Like the others did. I wish to write a letter on my phone.
[ they pull it out of their pocket with their hand. ]
That is fine?
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Still, he'll incline his head after that.]
Of course... Please, go ahead.
[Just fucking puts their murder on pause to allow Saber to text out their last will and testament. True to his word, he'll stay where he is, though he's still clearly on his guard.]
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okay, they will start to type this out. normally it takes them so long to write stuff out because they are bad at this, but since they are currently in a rush, rip to the people in trial who have to try to read through this typo filled mess.
once they reach the end, they will simply
toss it into the canal. they do not understand how electronics work. ]
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Oh.
[HE ALSO DOESN'T KNOW HOW ELECTRONICS WORK.]
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saber will lift their sword to block, trying to strike back before turning to run! towards the arena! they are not even thinking about the lions just like they forgot about the dogs until they came cutely at them!! ]
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...
[Well. He has made many mistakes this evening.]
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... pause for a moment.
[ time to
fight some lions i guess ]
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Time to FIGHT SOME LIONS. They continue being so cool and so sexy but also they are jingling like jesters for being in this situation as all. THE LIONS ATTACK. Lucas actually looks kind of surprised about this like he is for some reason expecting a different outcome.
BUT THIS IS FINE. COMBATING LIONS. JUST SCRAPPING ALL OVER THE ARENA GETTING BLOOD AND SHIT EVERYWHERE AS YOU DO.]
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there is a point, however, where a lion jumps at saber from their blind spot. they manage to get out of the way, but because they're distracted by the first lion, they miss when a second one comes knocking into them.
their grip on their sword loosens and it clatters to the ground. ]
...
[ they dive to grab it. ]
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But that hesitation passes quickly and then he's also joining the fray! Yippie!! He comes charging in as soon as they dive and moves to tackle them over. While this is happening the lion bites into his torso a bit... Chompy. HE JUST PUNCHES IT UNCONSCIOUS gooby stop distracting him he's got a job to do.
But he's just aiming to get them onto the ground and down onto their back, a hand darting out to grab at their wrist and straddling them so he can use his knee to try pinning their other arm down as well.]
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they look directly at lucas as this happens. they are not afraid of death, as they have already died multiple times before coming here. but this is simply not the way they wish to go. ]
You are not of your right mind.
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They speak, and there is perhaps a tiny part of him that wants to linger and reply. To converse. To try to get them to understand, or at least to say what he can to ease their travels from this place. But it's specifically because Saber is strong and skilled, because they're used to fighting, because they know the life of a weapon that goes until it can't anymore, that he won't.
He meets their gaze unflinchingly, red-eyed, bloodied, pupils blown. A gaze that looks at them directly but seems to see nothing at all, and a smile that's calm and peaceful, baring the sharpness of his cuspids.]
...Goodnight, Saber... I pray that you have sweet dreams.
[Quick like a whip, he pulls the arm that's still holding onto his sword back and slams the sword down toward them - toward their chest, right over their heart, driving it with enough force to crack through the bone of their ribs, the soft tissue housed within, and the ground below.]
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when the blade pierced them, they let out a small gasp and struggle against him once more, harder this time, until it continues to sink down through flesh and bone until the tip hits ground. their vision blurs until they can only see the smallest flicker of the last face they see before death overtakes them. ]
Lu... Lucas, you're beautiful.
[ and then, nothing.
saber is dead. ]
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Again, in that far-off place that he struggles to access and smothers so easily, he feels it—that writhing, awful thing, like nails against a coffin lid, like worms beneath the soil. Rotten. Ghastly. He grasps it and strangles the life from it as he gazes down upon Saber's still body, beatific as a saint, bloody as a demon.
A hand rises from where he'd been pinning them, and he gently strokes the side of their face. A brush of bloody knuckles against their cheek, fond and soft. He tucks their hair, now short, behind their ear, and there's a fondness in that gesture, as well.
In the back of his mind, somewhere soft and faint, he prays for Saber's safe passage. This kind person, always giving him the bigger half of the snacks they share, always offering their company and comfort, always accepting his silly gifts. Another thought floats by, lazy and drifting, that it will be lonely to not see them tomorrow when the dawn breaks. It will be lonely for him, and for others who hold them dear, but what must be done simply must be done.
And then, he's tearing the blade back up and out of their body and rising to stand. He leaves Saber and their blade where they've fallen; peaceful at heart, still in mind.]