[Dazai might pretend at being calm, but he wasn't fast enough to cover his shock, caught off-guard as he was by that intense wave of emotions, before schooling his features into something neutral, and the hand he places on Bedivere's shoulder might be telling for anyone who knows him too well.]
Saber?
[Behind Ango - well, not now, because Caster sees just who it is and ducks under Ango's arm, sending him a smile with a helpless shrug.]
It's alright.
[She takes a step closer to Saber - not too close to get into his personal space, but enough to notice how tall he is, and she has to crane her neck with her head tipped to the side. Caster's smile is halfway between gentleness and recall. Where has she...
Her eyes alight on his metal arm, and she makes a soft sound of recognition. Yes.]
I'm not King yet. Actually, you can beat me in a sword fight because I'm still in training.
[Oh, wait - that's the kind of thing she can't say in a Grail War, right? Caster sends a sheepish mental apology to her Master - she'd be rubbing the back of her neck right now, if she wasn't paying attention to her future self's knight.
...the look he's giving her is rather painful, isn't it? She extends her hand towards him - not as a sovereign might, but as a new friend.]
But! That doesn't mean I won't do my best with magic.
I might not be my older self, but I know of you. So if you don't mind working with a normal village girl - let's do our best together, okay?
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Date: 2021-01-27 05:43 pm (UTC)[Dazai might pretend at being calm, but he wasn't fast enough to cover his shock, caught off-guard as he was by that intense wave of emotions, before schooling his features into something neutral, and the hand he places on Bedivere's shoulder might be telling for anyone who knows him too well.]
Saber?
[Behind Ango - well, not now, because Caster sees just who it is and ducks under Ango's arm, sending him a smile with a helpless shrug.]
It's alright.
[She takes a step closer to Saber - not too close to get into his personal space, but enough to notice how tall he is, and she has to crane her neck with her head tipped to the side. Caster's smile is halfway between gentleness and recall. Where has she...
Her eyes alight on his metal arm, and she makes a soft sound of recognition. Yes.]
I'm not King yet. Actually, you can beat me in a sword fight because I'm still in training.
[Oh, wait - that's the kind of thing she can't say in a Grail War, right? Caster sends a sheepish mental apology to her Master - she'd be rubbing the back of her neck right now, if she wasn't paying attention to her future self's knight.
...the look he's giving her is rather painful, isn't it? She extends her hand towards him - not as a sovereign might, but as a new friend.]
But! That doesn't mean I won't do my best with magic.
I might not be my older self, but I know of you. So if you don't mind working with a normal village girl - let's do our best together, okay?