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[fated_blade]

{I} -Open

She was on her way to her Master's house when she got side tracked. The weather had been so bad lately that she couldn't help but want to enjoy the very wonderful day that was today. It was nice and sunny, and walking was extremely pleasant. Besides, it had been far too long since she had been out of her house, today was a day for enjoying...

She'd get to Blue's house eventually, right? Nothing too terrible could happen.

{II} - Closed To Blue

It had been far too long since she had left her house, and even longer since she checked in with her master. Her head was still a bit cloudy from what she could only assume was the after effects of being droned. She was also still getting used to her husband's replacement...honestly, she wasn't entirely sure what to think of the whole situation.

OH well, that was not important at the moment. Right now, it was critical for her to make contact with her Master and pay her respects. Her negligence had been unacceptable regardless of the reasons. She would apologize, that was for certain. Though she was confident her Master was well, Saber was still concerned after having been away from him for so long...perhaps it would be prudent to find a way to live closer, if not with him. It was not as if that brute was an issue anymore.

And there she went again. With a which shake of her head, she raised her hand to knock at her Master's door. As she waited for him to answer, Saber brushed off her skirt and straightened her clothes to look her best; it was the very least she could do for her rude behavior.

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[zombee-slayer.livejournal.com]

Yo, sweetheart. How's it going?

[fated_blade]

...Sweetheart?

[zombee-slayer.livejournal.com]

What? Don't like sweetheart or something?

II

[gottimedout.livejournal.com]

[It took him a moment to actually answer the door, but when he did, he was surprised to see the woman before him. It was quite a long while since the two of them had last spoke, so the magician was unsure if something serious had came up or something else is the matter.

The man still wore his Mayfield attire, but the feel of magic was definitely noticeable in his presence that would correct anyone any doubts on him not being a magic user at all.]

Saber... was it? Is something the matter?

[fated_blade]

Master.

[She bowed slightly]

I am simply reporting...it has been too long.

[gottimedout.livejournal.com]

[Blue also stared at her for a good while. Well, she seemed to be in good spirits so far and this isn't... too bad since even he thought once in a while periodical check ups isn't a bad idea.

He'll give her a nod to this and then opened the door and stepped aside so she would have room.]

I see. Enter then.

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[sonthatdisappoints]

Mordred was just coming home from school, not quite as annoyed as he usually was. The weather was good -- far more agreeable than it typically was back in Britain, he had to admit -- and in gym there had been a most delightful game involving a small, oblong ball. It had been almost like wrestling, and Mordred was able to get a little of his usual aggression out. In all, it had been a good day.

And it just got better. The homunculus had become somewhat acclimated to having his 'father' around, now revealed to be a woman to all. But their reconciliation remained something that he could not simply take for granted.

"Mother!" He called out, waving to her and jogging down the street towards Saber, his schoolbag slung over his shoulder.

[fated_blade]

She smiled at him and paused, waiting for him to get closer.

"Mordred. How was school?"

[sonthatdisappoints]

It didn't take him long to catch up.

"It was better than it usually is. There was a game during 'Gym' which was quite fun!"

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[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

[The weather was remarkably nice today. So much so that Lancer had nearly forgotten his list of current issues with the town.]

[Almost.]

[Bazett being droned, he had accepted as something he couldn't do anything about. Connla's current existence in Mayfield was a different story. He was certain there was something that could be done, but he didn't yet know what. But hey, complaining about it would serve no purpose and he wasn't one to do it in the first place. Least of all in front of Saber, when he did eventually cross her path.]

Yo. [He gave the other Servant a casual wave, smirking. Business as usual, Lancer calm and confident as always despite what was on his mind.] I heard about Gilgamesh. Finally getting some peace and quiet in that house?

[fated_blade]

Hello and good afternoon, Lancer.

[...She had tried not to think too much on her altered circumstances]

...I suppose. Though, I was starting to...grow accustomed to his presence.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

I guess I can imagine that. He was actually kind of tolerable when I spoke to him--kind of strange, all things considered.

...How've you been doing otherwise?

eeeee Saber :'D

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Of course, he'll notice a really pretty girl like her. As somebody who was always glad to be outside, Holland had simply kicked back on a stretch of grass, the pharmacy coat and his tie on the ground next to him. It was too warm to wear those things, really.

He lifts one of the hands he's leaning back on to give her a wave.]

Nice day.

[fated_blade]

["Really pretty girl?" She'd call him stupid if he said that]

Indeed it is a good day, sir. You look as if you are enjoying it very much.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Facts are facts. As far as he knows she's a cute girl who he'd like to talk to some more, so he sits up and leans forward, folding long legs to sit cross-legged.]

Couldn't stay inside, not today. Seems you felt the same.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind Guy, just rushing down the street not watching where he was supposed to be going.]

[fated_blade]

[She is quite small, and wasn't exactly on her guard...so she'll be hitting the ground the second he runs in to her.]

....curses...my instincts are still dulled...

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

[He bounces back too.]

S-Sorry, My Lady! That was my fault!

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[magicalillya.livejournal.com]

(Though Illya was recently undroned, she couldn't help taking a walk outside. Maybe it's because that she was droned until recently that she chooses to take a walk. Of course, she learned her lesson, and this time, she's going to try her best to act like a model citizen of Mayfield. For now at least)

Ummm, g-good day!

[fated_blade]

[Ilya might not recognize her, but she knows that little girl...]

Ilyasviel? You have gotten so much bigger...and look so much like your mother...

[shakes her head]

More importantly, what are you doing here? Is your father with you?

[magicalillya.livejournal.com]

Y-you knew my parents?

(she takes a small step back)

...if you're talking about my real papa, then he isn't here right now.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

[Ruri waves to Saber, smiling slightly as she heads down the street as well]

"Hello Miss Saber."

[fated_blade]

Oh, Ruri. Hello, you are looking well today.

I

[murderpuppy.livejournal.com]

[Coming down the sidewalk, there was a boy, barefoot and smudged with dirt, walking toward her; he seemed to be in a pleasant mood, swinging his arms and humming to himself as he went. There appeared to be something rather large in one of his pockets.]

[As he walked by Saber, that thing in his pocket escaped-- it was a large frog, which decided that it was going to hitch a ride on her skirt.]

[fated_blade]

[She stopped and looked down at the frog and raised a brow]

Well, hello there. Are you trying to escape?