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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]

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[She feels foolish coming to him some of the time. Friendship is not a concept she exactly knows. Even her knights, though chosen and loyal, were still her knights and she separated from them. She'd always been told she was not human for her distance to others and perhaps, even now, that was not incorrect. Britain, in its entirety, was gone now though her people miraculously still existed in some form. She was not knight, King, or Servant anymore and yet-- yet-- she could not falter from what she always was.

Perhaps that truly was the cause of her downfall.

Though she tries now to do as Merlin asks, her natural instinct remains to be his sword rather he likes it or not (and she knows he cares little for the terms of their so called pact). Even now, he shows no worries. She's gotten used to that in some ways, certainly far from her own Merlin. As he speaks her features smooth to something softer and more gentle, a look reserved and rare in its placement.]

Please do not eat yourself sick, Merlin. [Her response is chastising, one hand resting against her hip in disapproval. Saber takes him in a moment before eyeing the plates. After a moment she picks up one of the items, a roll perhaps and brings it to her lips. Staring at it skeptically, she pauses to add:] It was not until I became a Servant I found there could be enjoyment in food. [Another offering as she takes a bite, curious.]

I've never eaten myself sick! Not on purpose. [He's including poisons here, because of course he is, and not including that every time he's been poisoned he more or less volunteered for it. Details.

Either way, he gives her that same expectant look until she picks up a piece of food. Frowning, when she doesn't immediately eat it, because come on-!!]

Being—who you are, I have to wonder if that was a failing of your cook. Ours was an angry old bag, but she was at least somewhat competent at baking.

[Which is the most subtle way he can think of to poke that bit of information with a verbal stick. It's fine.]

It seems you do not do many things "on purpose".

[That's here answer. She's quizzical as she eats, but she does not seem opposed after a moment-- It's odd, all the different foods there are. She was used to basic fare that was in some ways tasteless.

Frowning at his response, Saber gives a slight shake of her head.]

I had always felt that all was needed was sustenance. If there was more to it, I would not have requested it. That would have been food better of use to the people.q

[Okay, he's ignoring that first part because it's rude. Leave him be.]

Not much of an example, though, is it? A king- [a lady king, he's still getting used to that part] -should be where the people aspire to.

[For all Uther tried to run it into the ground and Arthur has stumbled over the years, Camelot isn't a bad place to live. Even distant Ealdor, the people enjoyed eating. He can see her thought process, putting the people first, but-] The people can't relate to a king who doesn't even enjoy a feast.

[He's genuinely just being conversational here, despite his actual words. King opinions.]

[It's not the first time she's heard something of this nature, but it makes her irritable all the same--]

That is not the way I was taught to be king. [She glances at him before focusing on her food once more.] When I pulled the sword of the selection from the stone I understood any childhood ideals were no longer. As King it was my duty to shoulder the burdens so the people could prosper.

Edited 2017-07-24 01:08 (UTC)

[Merlin only shrugs, reaching for some dessert because he can't eat a meal in the correct order, that would be silly.]

I did tell you I made up that bit about the sword at home. So I suppose I don't really understand what the big deal is about it. [Objectively, yes, her story seems to be pretty well aligned with the one he made up - but still, it's a sword. It was in a rock. Hooray?]

I just think the people can rely on a king without the king being... cold.

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