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[Honestly, being summoned was quite the surprise to Bedivere. Being a saber, he knew he was at a disadvantage. After all, there were so many more sabers even just from the Round Table who were much more famous, so surely they would have been summoned over him. In fact, he was sure it had happened countless times before. That one master he had met, the one from Chaldea, they had spoken of singularities and grail wars to span several worlds and timelines. And with so many fine Sabers to choose from, he was sure that he hadn't ever been summoned before. The short time between the 'creation of his legend' and 'now' notwithstanding.
It made him feel a touch inadequate, if he was being truthful. After all, he was a simple knight. The master who had summoned him, he deserved better than someone like him. But if he was the one who was summoned, then he would fulfill his duty to this new master. Nothing would be done in half-steps, never again.
So as his form solidified in the summoning circle, Bedivere offered his new master a warm smile. Once again, his life was sworn to someone else's. Whatever his master wished for, Bedivere would help him achieve it.]
Saber, Bedivere. I am honored to be summoned by you. From now on, I shall be your Servant.
['I am honored to be summoned at all' was the truth, but he didn't speak that.
Then he paused, and he took a survey of the situation. The summoning circle was expertly made, but this man in front of him...well. He didn't look like a mage. He looked like a normal person. Perhaps it was a disguise? Or maybe there was more to this situation than he could see immediately. He would have to wait for his new master to respond in order to find out more.]
It made him feel a touch inadequate, if he was being truthful. After all, he was a simple knight. The master who had summoned him, he deserved better than someone like him. But if he was the one who was summoned, then he would fulfill his duty to this new master. Nothing would be done in half-steps, never again.
So as his form solidified in the summoning circle, Bedivere offered his new master a warm smile. Once again, his life was sworn to someone else's. Whatever his master wished for, Bedivere would help him achieve it.]
Saber, Bedivere. I am honored to be summoned by you. From now on, I shall be your Servant.
['I am honored to be summoned at all' was the truth, but he didn't speak that.
Then he paused, and he took a survey of the situation. The summoning circle was expertly made, but this man in front of him...well. He didn't look like a mage. He looked like a normal person. Perhaps it was a disguise? Or maybe there was more to this situation than he could see immediately. He would have to wait for his new master to respond in order to find out more.]
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[There was no end to what a Rider could ride. Bedivere was still hoping it was a more traditional Rider, that would be easier to deal with.
While Dazai explained the kettle, Bedivere watched closely. Luckily he didn't completely lack the context to understand what Dazai was saying, so he was able to grasp the way it worked. At the end of it, he nodded once to show his understanding.]
It must be easier, too, than managing the level of fire in a stove. But it sounds so fantastical, like it must be one of Da Vinci's inventions.
[Her 'car' came to mind when he said that.]
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[That was the main reason he suggested tanks: war heroes were aplenty in a world that just got through a war ten years ago.
Just ask Fukuchi.Now that the tea was done, it took him two trips to first bring the teapot and cups to the table, followed by the sake.]
You're not wrong: there are thermometers and whatnot built-in.
How do you know of Leonardo Da Vinci, anyway? [There was only one famous inventor with that name.] Didn't he live a few centuries after your time? Or do well-known historical figures have this afterlife mingling room if they have the potential to become Servants?
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Actually, I have met Da Vinci before, in my travels. I, ah, I lived much longer than a human would live. It was one of the side effects of being near Excalibur for so long, I stopped aging entirely.
Da Vinci was an interesting person. Such a brilliant mind and a knack for inventions, though a little...odd. And much shorter than you would expect.
But I met Da Vinci in life. After death, heroic spirits go to a place called 'the Throne of Heroes'. You can think of it as a library of sorts, where heroic spirits wait to be summoned. Da Vinci is also in the Throne of Heroes by now, I think.
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[...yep, he really had to brush up on Arthurian legends talk of magic swords would continue to be a thing.
(In life, Bedivere said, and something in Dazai's chest twinged. That wasn't about not having Excalibur, but at the thought of living for too long as a solitary being. Did the perks of meeting history's up-and-coming hall of fame even make up for it?)]
The Throne sounds like Valhalla: a good party spot until one wonders how any previous grudges are actually settled there.
[He passed Bedivere a cup of freshly brewed tea before pouring a cup of sake for himself - did his guest want to try? There was a second cup available.]
What class would Da Vinci be if he ever was summoned?
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['She'.
Bedivere took the cup of tea with a quiet thanks. He didn't go for the alcohol yet, instead preferring the warm, mellow drink that late at night. Not that he needed to sleep or anything, but old preferences still leaked into his behaviors as a heroic spirit, and he was never one for getting drunk and rowdy. The most vanilla of the knights, this one.]
Valhalla...I suppose that's a fair comparison. Though there was a lot less 'fighting' and a lot more 'waiting'. I think a lot of heroic spirits used being summoned for Grail Wars and such to sort out their disagreements.
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[This arrangement was fine - that simply meant Dazai had more alcohol to go with the company - and he took a sip, exhaling. Yeah. He needed that after one of the odder afternoons he's ever had.]
Must be therapeutic, unless their actual aim is to not kill each other. I assume it's worse if, say, two lovers had to cross swords or re-enact some sort of tragic legend.
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Hearing Dazai's suggestion of two lovers, though. That made Bedivere's look turn sad, and he glanced down at his cup to look away from Dazai.]
Sometimes that can be the outcome, yes.
[Or you can be forced to kill your sworn friends and allies, and even fight your king to the death. Yeah, that pain still lingered, even if Camelot was far away by now.]
But given how many heroic spirits there are, it's not likely to happen.
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[If it was the latter, Dazai probably wasn't too cynical in blaming the same crowd who praised Achilles and Patroclus for their 'very close friendship.'
Yeah.
Seeing Bedivere look sad, on the other hand, was a sharp reminder for Dazai to not think about the Throne in purely hypothetical terms. He nudged the teapot in Bedivere's direction and held his tongue before he could point out that the likelihood of Bedivere facing his King in a Grail War wasn't that big... right?]
Glad to hear that.
...say, what do you know about traditional mages? [An abrupt shift of topic, but this one might not be as awkward.] I don't think I've come across one. That's saying something, given how Yokohama seems to attract all types of ability users.
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I...Do not know. She never said "are you surprised to see me as a woman" or anything like that. I thought she was always a woman.
And as for mages, well, I knew Merlin?
[Which was honestly a pretty important figure to magecraft, given his penchant for showing up all the damn time and being his garbage self. Dazai and Merlin might have been two peas in a pod, honestly.
But with the teapot being nudged in his direction, Bedivere took a moment to pour himself some more tea. Thanks Dazai.]
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[Sorry Bedi. He knew you tried, and it was really only from a modern-day perspective that he could see all these nice opportunities to learn more.
Sighing, Dazai downed his sake cup and refilled it. Right. Yes. Please crush these stereotypes with an eyewitness account, because no cows were too sacred to be slaughtered.]
What's he like? He's an old wrinkly druid in most Western depictions until pop culture became a thing.
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['He's egotistical and sticks his fingers in too many pies.']
Talking to him feels like being talked down to, most of the time. But I don't think he does that intentionally. He's a prophet, so he can see everything, and with that comes more knowledge than the average person would know what to do with.
I suspect he would be a Caster too, but he shouldn't be dead yet, and you can't be a servant until you die.
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[Yep, that was the first thing he focused on.
Dazai was more than aware of what people said about him, a consequence of a need-turned-habit for predicting the movement of people around him. Imagine having actual clairvoyance on top of that.
The brief firmness in the line of his mouth let slip what he felt on the matter.
To distract himself, he shut his right eye and peered Bedivere from above the rim of his sake cup with his left.]
Yes, Caster would fit the bill for one of the most popular mages of all time. [Back to teasing!] Unless he has a temper none of us modern day fools know about and goes on a rampage.
That's what Berserkers do, yes?
[Do correct him if he guessed wrong. Four years wasn't enough to fully mellow out his competitive streak, and he was starting to sell himself on the idea that he could participate in this Grail War on his own terms. Gathering information was a good place to start.
Tomorrow, he'd find more details about those other two sites.]
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[Though with the way these conversations were going, and with how Merlin was nosy all the time, Dazai may yet have a chance to ask him. If anyone could find a way to communicate across worlds, it was Merlin.
Bedivere conveniently took a sip of his drink at the same time Dazai peered at him. Maybe it was to avoid looking at Dazai entirely. Dazai had a calculating mind, and Bedivere was not that great at hiding secrets. ]
Most of them do, yes. To be honest, depending on which Berserker is summoned, I might not be able to defeat them. Caution is best, until we figure out who it is.
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What, they don't all go 'smash?'
[A half-joke, because while there were ways to deal with brute force tactics, that still depended on how well they were prepared.
Speaking of preparation -]
What happens to both Servant and Master once all three Command Seals are used up?
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[The half-joke got a half-joke in response.]
If you somehow used up all three Command Seals, the contract between Master and Servant is ended. Command Seals are a very useful tool for pulling off incredible feats during the Grail War, so it's worth saving them. Though, ah, you can also use them to force me to do any action. If you use a Command Seal, I can't disobey.
[Bedivere did look uncomfortable as he said that, though.]
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The first part of Bedivere's answer, on the other hand, was a potential solution for something he'd wondered about for the past few hours.]
If a contract between Master and Servant has ended, does that automatically mean they're disqualified from the War? Furthermore, will they be replaced assuming that neither of them died?
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[He paused for a moment, considering what had been said. Did Dazai have a plan in mind? Was he thinking of ways to end the Grail War without a fight? ...It wasn't for Bedivere's sake, was it?]
Ah, if you are looking for ways to keep me out of a fight, it's alright. I am a knight, after all, and I was summoned to fight. Caution is good, but some battles are unavoidable.
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This isn't a large-scale conflict. On paper, the benefits in eliminating the very accessible competition on top of their proxies outweigh any disadvantages.
[He stretched his arms above his head and, placing his elbow on the table, placed his chin on his palm. Your new Master could be cut-throat, dear Knight.]
I know you'll need to draw your sword. I'm also aware that other Masters may see eliminating me directly instead of fighting you the more efficient option.
Now I'm also aware this tactic is viable for us, and there's a way to accomplish it without ultimately resulting in someone's death.
Do you get my meaning?
[This wasn't an avoidance of a fight, but a bid for at technical win.]
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All the more reason to protect your identity. Though if you want to take out the competition by making them use up Command Seals, you will need to think of what to do with those Servants after the fact. Servants can recontract with someone who still has Command Seals, and most of the mages in this Grail War would jump at the chance to have two servants. You could contract with them yourself, but you may run out of mana doing that. Or you may be unable to provide two servants with enough mana to stay active.
I should warn you now that when I fight, it will drain your mana significantly. And given that my first priority is your survival, I must advise you against contracting with another Servant, unless you void our contract first.
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This, too, was something Dazai learned over time: brutality wasn't the same as ruthlessness or cunning. He wasn't splitting hairs as he remembered how persistent Atsushi's brand of kindness was, or how Ranpo adapted and persisted against his own shortcomings and a certain slippery opponent.]
I did hope to isolate the pair so that the Servant could just fade away on their own, barring the Archer - you mentioned the had some form of leeway with distance, yes?
Now, as sweet as it is of you to offer me a choice of Servants, I might just decline. You can say it's a downside of being picky with whom I work with, and I very much like who I see right now.
[He drank and watched Bedivere from beneath half-lidded eyes in anticipation.]
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Aaaah, you shouldn't say that until you see the other servants. You can't be picky if you don't know your choices, right?
[No, it had to be ignorance talking. Bedivere was a plain knight. He was nothing special. He didn't have a flashy noble phantasm or a personality that outshone the stars. He was just a normal man who was loyal to a fault. And once Dazai saw that, his plans would change.
Bedivere, at least, could willingly step aside if it came to that. As unsatisfactory as it would be to fade away or be sacrificed for a better contract, if Dazai asked it of him he would do it.]
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I might not know who the other Servants are, but I've seen most of the flavors humanity has to offer. [He gave his sake cup an unreadable smile as he refilled it.] If this is a fight that will allow me to grant my own wish, then I'll accomplish it in a manner that I see fit for the sake of my personal satisfaction.
[Perhaps this was his bid to find proof that goodness can be accomplished under such circumstances.]
Indulge me, Bedivere.
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[Dazai was a strange one. A Master who was not a mage, who wanted to win in his own way rather than seeking out the way mages used to win regularly. A man with a sharp mind and astute observation skills, but who presented himself as nobody to worry about. Bedivere could only begin to guess what mysteries lay inside that man's mind. Hell, he may never find them out. Grail Wars weren't known for being long, after all.
But if nothing else, Dazai didn't made Bedivere regret anything about their arrangements. And that was a step in the right direction.]
If that is what you want, then I will indulge you.
[They were bound to share some interesting dream-memories that night. Something about Dazai's presence made Bedivere feel vaguely homesick.]
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[Satisfied, Dazai downed his last shot for the evening with a hum.
After a quick shower and getting dressed for bed, he let Bedivere have the couch. If sleep wasn't a thing for Servants, Dazai had a few books scattered about: most of them were novels and short story compilations, with the occasional essay collection.
As for Dazai himself, well. It'd take him some time to doze off: he wasn't sure what was better, his old routine spent alone, or the awareness that there was someone else in the apartment with him just a door away. That was on top of breaking down what had transpired starting the afternoon, from magic circles to their visit to that abandoned banquet hall, Atsushi's strange behavior, Fukuzawa's reactions, and Bedivere's smile...
Had Dazai known that Servants and Masters were capable of passing dreams, he would've stopped his thoughts. Because on the heels of Bedivere's memories came Dazai's: an unintended rescue from floating down the river, and the echoes of a promise from an old friend.]
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That certainly was an interesting dream to see, though. Dazai being saved from the river by Atsushi, that certainly was a sight. Did Dazai regularly go swimming in rivers? Bedivere would have to find that out later on. For now, he was just happy to see that there were indeed people who cared about Dazai. Even if Bedivere was new to this era, he could still see the eyes Atsushi looked at Dazai with. It must have been love at first sight for that young man.
In a way, it reminded Bedivere of how he had become enamored with his King from the first day, and how swearing loyalty to him had been a great honor. The memory Dazai got from Bedivere was of the early days of the Round Table, where a young King met Bedivere and asked him to be the first knight. Bedivere had doubted himself, even back then, insisting that he was just a simple person. But the King saw something of value in him, and that made Bedivere feel welcome. There was no denying the feelings he had felt for the King, even from day 1.
Maybe Dazai would recognize those feelings, though.]
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