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shinytoybox2019-05-22 10:16 pm
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He's a man, perhaps a little older than his Servant. Messy gray shoulder length hair, along with blue-gray eyes and clothing that looks as if someone just tossed it on him - with a set of command seals glowing faintly in the light on the back of his right hand.
His eyes are wide, shocked - but he quickly points behind the both of them, screaming -]
Watch out!
[As a Chimera suddenly swipes at where the nameless servant's head is with a large paw.]
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[Instinct takes over as the Chimera swipes, as he lunges out of the way, drawing the rapier out. He soon baits the creature, drawing it away from his suppose Master, stabbing when he perceives an opening. It was a deadly dance that went on for minutes, the Chimera growing winded and more bloody, before with a gargled roar, it collapses, and the Servant stands, panting as he held a hand over his shoulder, blood bleeding through]
Are... are you all right? You're not hurt, are you?
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Really?]
Am I...? You're bleeding, and you're worried about me?
[He manages to get to his feet, reaching out to touch the other man's (blessedly solid) unhurt shoulder.]
We'll have to disinfect the wound - damn it all. Perhaps even stitch it if it's deep enough...
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[He does wince slightly, gray eyes blinking as looks over his master]
Long as my core is intact, you don't have to worry. So who's the man that I am contracted to?
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[The words fall out before he can stop them - he still doesn't know how he knows all of this, honestly.]
Ah, as for that...I...
[He pauses, letting go and clearing his throat, not looking at the man.]
...I, unfortunately...have no idea who I am. I recently just - woke up in these streets, with a strange bruise on the back of my hand.
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I'm... afraid I'm in the same boat, I know I am a Saber, but my name, my history is a blank. Those bruises are your command seals, they're proof of being a Master - and how you can control me or enhance my abilities.
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[That also slips out, without thinking - he brushes back some of his shoulder-length hair, clearly annoyed by the length.]
And somehow, I'm aware of what a Saber is as well...I don't know how, and yet...
[He trails off, looking miserable for a moment - before shaking his head.]
...That isn't important. What is - is that we should regroup somewhere safe for now.
[...Maybe...?]
There was - a place I woke up, today. Let's go there.
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[The Saber murmurs to himself as he sheathes the broad rapier.]
Lead the way, it might help to get our bearings.
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[Still, his servant is correct - and with a tilt of his head, he motions for the saber to follow him to the comfortable apartment he woke up in.
Though it's nice, it's clear there's no personal effects anywhere in it. No hints as to who he is - just a kitchen, living area, bedroom and bath, clean and brisk and decorated in a carefully neutral way - like an apartment you might be let into to see how the complex handles it's units.]
...Here it is. Come in.
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Have to say this place doesn't have much personality - no offense of course.
So that's the last thing you remembered, waking up here?
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...I suppose I should say 'non taken', but isn't it more natural to think that someone else set this place up for me?
[A minor huff, before he nods.]
Yes - in the bedroom, on the bed. There's clothing in the closet, and food in the refrigerator - Also a laptop on the desk in the bedroom, though I haven't gone through it yet.
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[He shrugs]
I don't suppose they left a password for the laptop somewhere, it might give an idea of who would go this far to put you up.
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[Read: victorian]
I haven't seen a password, no. But I suppose we can power it on and take a look?
[Time to head into the bedroom, where it takes very little time to power up the laptop - which somehow isn't password protected?]
...Sloppy.
[...?
Still, it's also just as...near lifeless as the rest of the house. The Browser opens to reveal an online wallet that's been bookmarked, with -]
Good lord.
[More money than he could conceivably use in a lifetime. It also seems to not have a name, but is (as the site cheerfully explains) set to a debit card in his physical wallet and a scannable 'pay' option wherever stores allow that kind of thing.
Digging around on the laptop itself finds nothing - the account he's on is simply called 'user'.
It's...frankly, unnerving. It's as if someone...Created him, then made sure he'd have everything he needed to survive before utterly abandoning him in the wild.]
....Mmm.
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[He leans over to see what he would find, eyes shooting open]
I never thought I'd see that many zeros in a bank account. How strange, they want to make sure you won't suffer from want but made no effort to provide some kind of cover or even a placeholder name.
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[He's grumbling as he's setting up a password that looks like a complicated equation output, honestly.]
Yes...almost as if I shouldn't be allowed to remember who I am. Or what I am - I'm....not sure I'm a true 'human.' There are such things as homunculi in this world, after all.
[And then, he pauses.]
...Yet again. Once more, I simply know things, despite being an amnesiac.
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Retrograde amnesia that takes away your identity but not your skills is unlikely, perhaps someone just removed the personal information? Or only gave you what's needed to function in life.
Aye... this entire situation reeks, and what about that chimera?
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[As he powers down the laptop after another quick and fruitless search, he can't help but poke fun at that.]
The Chimera....it seemed as if it came out of nowhere. In fact, it's not the only strange thing I've seen...yet, most people seem entirely unaware of the monsters that are in these parts. Is it that they can't see them, or....are they only here for me?
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[His cheeks turned slightly pink]
Either possibility is likely... I didn't see any signs of others having been attacked in that area, I wonder - if it's... hm, no I can't say there's enough to evidence to come to a conclusion yet.
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[Well, now he just wants to know more - even as he stands and starts looking through some drawers for...something.]
Yes...It looks like we'll have to learn more about what's going on as the days go by.
Would you - mind helping me search for a pair of scissors? This hair I have just feels too long.
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[He starts to stand]
Well... I have no name, Servants can't be called without one, yet I felt the pull... and I think I would've had disappeared the instant I manifested, except a Phantasmal found me, and offered to provide a name to 'borrow' until I figure out who I am.
[Saber explains as he heads into the bathroom, poking around]
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[He pauses, because...for some reason, it also feels familiar. Why does he know about that?
Just another thing to wonder about, as his search for hair cutting implments comes up short in his room.]
Still. How ironic - we both have no name, and yet we both 'exist' in this world. Though - then what's the name of the Phantasm you're using?
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[He pokes his head out]
I suspect you summoning me was not just mere change.
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[Doesn't really ring a bell, but he does smile when he hears the good news. finally.]
Oh? You think we're connected, then?
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[He taps his chin with the handle of the scissors]
The fact neither of us are without a name to call our own... it does not feel like mere concidence.