011 - [Video]

[makainoou]

[It's difficult to see much of anything, because Laharl is posting this from the usually cozy interior of his coffin. The only light is coming from the SFC itself. His red eyes seem to drink it in like cats' eyes, but the rest of his face is indistinct.]

Is this w-what it feels like to be s-sick?

[Someone may have panicked a little and not checked any other posts.]

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[pendragon]

You're here, so please, join me for tea before you leave. What do you think of my home? [ The knight steps over to one of the paired and large comfortable chairs, sitting in it. She pours herself tea. Saber always puts out several options for sweetening; there's sugar, honey, and milk. ]

[makainoou]

Seems pretty comfortable. It's certainly spacious.

[Laharl seats himself in the other chair, looking rather small in it with his feet not quite touching the floor. He waits out of habit, expecting her to pour tea for him as well.]

[pendragon]

[ Saber pours her own tea, and puts honey in it. When Laharl doesn't do the same, she realizes her mistake. She had done that with Ilyasviel as her guest, too.. ]

Ah, [ she shakes her head, ] I'm not used to serving. [ With that, she pours Laharl a cup of tea. ] Please, sweeten it to your tastes.

[makainoou]

[Laharl shrugs it off and takes the cup from her.]

Me neither.

[...and he wouldn't have in her position. Then again, he wouldn't have made tea for a guest in the first place. People could use his kitchen if they really wanted to.

He takes a sip (or maybe more of a slurp) of the tea, black.]

So how come you're so against punching anyway? I get prefering to fight with a sword, but if you're disarmed or your enemy isn't paying attention, what else are you going to do?

[pendragon]

Well. [ Those were all good questions. The knight takes a moment to enjoy her tea. ]

I cannot be disarmed, and if an enemy is silly enough to not pay attention during battle.. they'll be cut down, won't they?

[makainoou]

[Laharl grins at her answer, but then goes on:]

Can't be disarmed, huh? So your sword's part of you?

[pendragon]

[ A nod and grin in return. ] In my lifetime, no one could handle Caliburn or Excalibur except for me. And now as a Heroic Spirit, Excalibur can only be used and materialized by my will.

[makainoou]

Hmm. I'd be interested to fight you sometime.

[pendragon]

A spar, or actual fight..? [ Saber has a feeling that if she and Laharl truly fought, a few buildings would end up in trouble. ]

Thank you for joining me for tea. Would you like anymore? [ She gestures towards the tray. ]

[makainoou]

A fight. Where's the fun in holding back?

[He glances at the tray. Is she going to expect him to pour for himself?] Sure. But what'd I tell you about thanking a demon?

[pendragon]

I wouldn't want to have anyone involved or anything harmed.. I highly doubt there is such a thing as a coliseum here. [ Saber's seriously thinking about it, to the point where she forgets to pour him his tea for a few moments.

The knight realizes it and pours him another cup of tea and then pours herself one, putting honey in it. ]

When I worked with two others here on a team for the last attack, I was kind of underwhelmed by their ability. ..I think our standards may be a bit higher than the normal.

[makainoou]

[Laharl takes the cup, trying to ignore the warmth of it because it makes him realize he's still a little cold.]

I know what you mean. I haven't been able to go all out since I've been here.

[And he probably shouldn't, if they want anything at all to be in tact.]

We can head up to the island. The village doesn't take up that much space.

[pendragon]

Does the coral not restrict you? I'm without a Master, and even with the coral as a power source.. I'm not at my highest potential. [ And didn't the coral drain them regularly? Or, perhaps, Laharl has been here so long he thinks nothing of it. ]

Ah, yes, the island. We'd still need to be careful, but it is less crowded than the city.

[makainoou]

Tch. Even "restricted," I'm sure I could still pull enough power together to destroy the bubble if I wanted to.

[pendragon]

That's what I was worried of. I am much the same..

[ The knight frowned visibly. ] I had rarely a day throughout my entire life where I wasn't involved in warfare. I have only been involved in it once here, but then I need to be worried about when I am for that reason.

[ Saber looks towards Laharl then. ] If we agree to fight on the island, we are keeping it considerably low-key, correct? Even if it is "not going all out," you will be able to release more upon me than you likely have during your entire stay in Vatheon.

[makainoou]

[Laharl grins again. It sounds like Saber is even more powerful than he suspected.]

I'll try not to kill you, or set too much of the island on fire, if that's the kind of assurance you're looking for.

[pendragon]

I will try not to kill you or destroy the island, then. Glad we agree. [ A nod. ] Let's set the date for the 11th, and meet on the island.

[ The knight tilts her head, grinning slightly as she stands. Saber faces towards the chair Laharl is sitting in before speaking. ]

Would you like to shake hands once more to stave off the cold before you go? [ She's dismissing him, she realizes, but she has little else to discuss with him, and.. now she's excited about this fight. Both of them holding back or not, Saber is a fighter and is used to fighting on a regular basis. If she can even release something of a half-charged Excalibur blast onto Laharl without worry about seriously harming him..

Wouldn't that be spectacular? She has no clue as to how truly strong Laharl is, but that's something she can gauge when they're fighting. She doesn't doubt his boasts or claims about his power. Wouldn't the Overlord of the Underworld have to be ridiculously strong? ]

[makainoou]

[Laharl isn't sure how a visit when you were actually invited is supposed to work, and he's excited about the fight himself, so he's not particularly offended that she'd dismissing him.

He stands up, setting down his now empty teacup, and offers her his hand with scarcely any hesitation this time.]

People shake to agree on things like fights, don't they?

[pendragon]

Aye. [ She shakes his hand firmly one more time, holding onto it long enough for him to warm up again.

When they're finished, Saber leads Laharl out to the front door and holds the front door open for him. ]

I'll see you on the 11th. [ A nod. Saber is unable to help but flash a grin. ]