vatheon | ( 001 ) ♔ ( a knight on the beach )

Who: Saber and anyone who approaches or calls her.
When: April 27th.
Where: The bay on the island.
Status: Open!
Format: Actionspam or prose is fine. If you want to have a network thread, you can reply to the accidental broadcast she sent!

There's a knight in blue and silver standing on the beach.

Having only awoken a few hours earlier, the King of Knights is still holding the Welcome Brochure, blue tunic, and Starfish Communicator in her armored hands. Saber has read through the letter twice; once was the initial reading, and twice was verifying what she was reading. Many questions are there, but that seems typical of this situation from how the brochure is written.

This entire situation does seems quite surreal, but Saber does not doubt what the Welcome Brochure says. She's not near cynical enough for that.

With the initial information having been absorbed, Saber is more concerned with something that's more personal. For her to be here, there would have had to been a summoning. Saber felt no contract with any Master, however, there is a slight presence in the place of where she would feel her Master. The only explanation she can piece together is that it is this deity, Lamufao..

Having broken her contract with the Grail, Saber was not expecting to have ever been summoned again. She feels neither delighted nor disappointed with the situation. Unlike when being summoned by the Grail, Saber currently knows no immediate purpose or duty she must fulfill.

Compared to being summoned by the Holy Grail for a miraculous War, this could be considered a step down. For now, though, the knight holds out her SFC and begins to examine it carefully. The blue tunic and letter are held under her one arm.

The Communicator is accidentally set to broadcast, showing the knight's face looking down towards the device for a few seconds, and then it cuts off.

Ah, is that what this is? A type of phone..

That would make sense with the mention of a "network." There's more playing with the device as Saber speculates as to why she is on the Island rather than this underwater city. Maybe she has to take the mentioned elevator down? Her thoughts fade off as she continues to experiment with the SFC.

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Normally Laharl doesn't concern himself much with newcomers. They ask even more stupid questions than those who've been here a while. But the thing which is said to be bringing them all here is supposed to broken or at least severely weakened right now. He wasn't exactly expecting to see anyone new.

Suspicious not so much of the stranger as of how she's there, he decides to approach. Questioning her might not get him much of anything, but he's been having trouble finding an outlet to plug in his gaming consoles, so he's got some time to kill.

"Oi, woman. You just showed up here?"

"Aye," she returned, looking up from the device in her hand to.. look straight over the lad's head. The knight's head then adjusts to lower itself to be able to look at him more directly. It's not often that Saber has to accommodate for someone shorter than herself, as she is but 5'0".

"Do you know why I am on this island? Is the underwater city not more important?"

From how the Welcome Brochure approached the subject, no one knew why they were there, so she felt it useless to question this boy about it. It did not mention much about this island, however. The main subject was obviously the city, which was why it bothered Saber that she was not there already.

Oh, good, she at least seems to have done the preliminary reading.

"I don't know if I'd call it important when it's half-flooded by now. Damn barrier's got a crack in it." The demon looks her over, circling to the side.

"It's a good question why you're here instead of drowning to death. You remember anything about the trip?"

"No, I do not, I.. awoke on the beach and had these items," she gestures loosely towards the brochure and tunic that is tucked beneath her arm. Her SFC is still in her hand. "..Did someone deliver these to me?"

Saber hadn't thought of that. It seemed irrelevant before, how these items had been on her person. The knight's thoughts shift from wherever these items to what the lad spoke of. The city was flooded.

"..I see," Saber offers uselessly in retort to the flooded city, and then shakes her head. Even in such odd times, one should not forget their manners. "Forgive me. I am called Saber. May I have your name..?"

"Tch, so you don't know anything." That's a disappointment. Although, so far she isn't much of an annoyance, and she might have other uses. He can tolerate a few questions. "Probably one of the locals or someone from the so-called welcoming committee dumped them on you."

At her introduction, he straightens up (as if that's really going to make him seem any taller) and folds his arms. "It's Laharl, Overlord of the Netherworld."

"Intriguing title," Saber returns to his grand introduction. She pauses for a moment, and then wondered why she should hesitate here if any knew of her identity. The knight was no longer fighting in the Grail War and it mattered little. Besides, he offered her his own title. "I'm known as the King of Knights, and have acquired a few other titles. I suppose in a city where many are gathered from various worlds, titles have much less meaning.."

After all, this Laharl was Overlord of the Netherworld. But that was likely from his own world, was it not? Since he said "locals" so casually, it was easy to assume he was not local.

"Ah, since the city is currently flooding, is there a state of crisis present?"

Or had everyone been rushed out safely? That would be the wise thing, but sometimes..

"I wouldn't say that. Maybe none of my subjects are here, but anyone with half a brain should understand some of what goes into earning a title." And it is one he's particularly proud of. He's not about to let it be 'meaningless.'

"Everyone should've been evacuated by now. The do-gooders have seen to that. With a title like 'King of Knights,' I expect you would've jumped to help if you'd been here earlier."

"You are correct. I have been summoned to gatherings where many powerful people from across several ages are present. And they tend to have very imposing titles.. Despite how important another title sounds, one should be proud of their own."

Saber couldn't help but smile for a brief moment. He was right. Your title was something you earned. Saber liked this Laharl.

"Aye, I would have been one of those do-gooders. Thank you for sharing the information you have with me. It's greatly appreciated."

The knight raises her hand in a closed fist to her chest and lowers her head in a very brief bowing motion. She can't bow too much lower or longer, however. After all, he's an overlord and she a king. He'd likely understand.

Laharl normally detests being thanked, but in light of the bow he's willing to overlook it. He doesn't usually get much respect from good guys, even though it's his due, so he appreciates the gesture. He'll even nod his head in return.

"Don't expect me to make a habit of it. Demons aren't known for being helpful."

"I will keep that in mind, then."

Saber is not one to wear out her welcome or ask for favors, regardless.

"When I am able, I will return the favor to you."

Saber wasn't the type to take specific requests when she was attempting to pay someone back for their help, but the knight was definitely capable in helping in multiple ways. Essentially, she now had Laharl's back should she ever see him in danger.

Laharl smirks in satisfaction. He's almost liking this woman. She seems to understand the rules.

"I'll remember it. If I have something you'd be good for, I'll let you know."

( 001 ) ♔ ( a knight on the beach )

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