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[estimable]

Who: Porpentina Goldstein (goldsteins) OR Saber (estimable) and YOU
What: Catchall for the Descent for Emi's characters
When: Intro Logs times
Where: Landing-> Traveling -> Outpost
Warning(s): SOME PG13 IN HERE PROBABLY DON'T LOOK AT ME. Will be updated as needed


[I WILL BE JUST POSTING LINKS TO TOPLEVELS IN THIS PART, PROBABLY]

Comments

[exonerated]

[ It's been a very long and very trying couple of days, an adventure from start to finish — most of which is a thrill that none of them probably asked for, especially not the civilians. He's met a couple of them, pure and innocent in some respects — untouched by the flaws of the supernatural and divine. They used to believe that the world is normal, that nothing special happens beyond the twists of everyday life. How very wrong they've been, and it's still a shock to their very core even now.

Edmund wishes to go and swim in the lake himself. Along with other people, he'd taken on the mantle of leadership — more guidance and mentorship for his part than protection, as he's well aware that he is hardly the strongest fighter in their group of less than two hundred. By the start of another break, he's a little bit exhausted. After all, he's only human.

He walks by the large stone, where someone is already sitting, glances up. ]

You're perfectly content as you are, watching the swimmers instead of joining them?

[estimable]

[ For her part, Saber is not unused to these kind of days. Since becoming a Servant who duty had become guarding and protecting her Masters. And although her current Master seemed to reproach the idea, she was still a knight and protecting those nearby remains as important. Though currently without her armor, the woman-- though a young girl to the eye-- still appears formidable and unshaken in her position. She doesn't jump or so much as hesitate when the man speaks. ]

Correct. I will stay here until all have been made content, feel free to take your turn.

[If she's supposed to be speaking any less formally, she doesn't do that either. Instead she casts emerald eyes towards him before lifting them back to the trees that surround them.]

[exonerated]

You do not want a turn for yourself?

[ She is clearly some type of warrior — Edmund is reminded of a knight, a protector that watches over others. He knows some knights, of course, and knows that they won't budge from their duties that they've sworn their life on, but it's always fun to try. ]

The water looks pleasant. It fits plenty of people.