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[justiceerror]

[He's a little curious about something, actually. This place intrigues him quite a bit, what with the monsters and even the wonderful morgue with the dead bodies-.... ah, that murderous urge of his rises every so often, but he manages to keep it down by killing monsters here and there.

In any case.]

Heehh.... How splendid it is to see all the little insects crawling around in here.... the lot of you- do you truly understand how fragile you are? Life can be taken away so easily... hehahaha....!

I wonder, I wonder.... besides the monsters that are here, has anyone taken the life of another? And by that I mean- a person, maybe someone close to you? Maybe someone in this tower you had just met....?

Don't be too shy now.

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[justiceerror]

I shall meet you there.

[scorchedchivalry]

Fifteen minutes.

[Though she is there in ten.]

action!?

[justiceerror]

[He arrives as well, ah but he shows up within the fifteen minute mark.... looks like she's already there.]

Aah... how eager.

action

[scorchedchivalry]

[The knight is clad in her blackened armor, red lines running through it like veins, and her five foot height does nothing to reduce her presence. She was used to others being taller than her, so this man towering above bothered her little.]

I did not have anything else to attend to immediately. I gave additional time to accommodate you.

We were both remiss in our manners. I am Saber.

[justiceerror]

[To the man, there seems to be... some sort of ominous black aura that soon starts to emanate from him as the moments go on.]

Saber huh....?

[What.... name can he give her? Really, he's supposed to be that moron but...]

I suppose the name 'Battler' will do for now.

[scorchedchivalry]

[The aura is noticed, but really, Saber herself shares an unusual kinship with him that's not really apparent. Two dark shadows of something that was originally good, be it whatever paradox created.]

Battler will indeed do. [It wasn't as if Saber was her true name, so aliases were easily accepted.]

[justiceerror]

[Battler raised his hand, the darkness swirling around it, he stared at his fingers for a moment before glancing back at her.]

So... what did you want to witness exactly?

[scorchedchivalry]

As I am unfamiliar with your magecraft, I am unsure what to suggest. I would like you to choose what you consider a clear signature of your ability.

[justiceerror]

Hmm...

[Signature ability... huh? Well, that would need a little warm up. He smirks at that, taking his hand out of his pocket and breaking out into a run. He's quick, definitely not human- and he jumps up, bringing his leg down in an attempt to kick her. When he does there's a stream of darkness surrounding his kick, a purple tinge to it as well.]

[scorchedchivalry]

[How interesting. Such an energy is not unlike her own.

Even with the increased speed, Saber follows the movement and her Instinct allows her to determine his moment of attack. Her own dark energy - hers trailing red - swirled about the arm she easily brings up to block the kick, her armor absorbing the blow.

She chooses not to retaliate.]

[justiceerror]

[Oho! Good one! He likes that.

Battler pushes off of her, jumping back and flipping in mid air before landing on the ground yet again. Battler runs at her once more, barely giving her a chance to retaliate. He goes to bring his arm up, almost as though he's going to punch her, but there's a a rather large stream of darkness surrounding his fist, it almost looks like a claw as it comes up towards her.]

[scorchedchivalry]

[It almost looks like it's going to hit just before Saber moves with an inhuman speed of her own. Pivoting on her foot, she turns sideways to let the shadowy claw miss, brushing against the dark prana that swirls about her torso, and then grabs at his wrist in the motion.

As tempting as it was, she would not crush the bones with her grip. There was no need. This was very interesting, but a Servant's instincts were what they were. And for Saber, Instinct was a skill that made her very hard to land a blow upon.]

[justiceerror]

[Hoh.... go ahead and try to break his arm, he's much more durable than you think. He's not human, he's merely a manifestation came to life. His healing powers would take care of the break in any case.

Still.... she's rather skilled, he can see that.]

You're accustomed to battle.

[he smirks at her, pulling his hand away from her and leaping back.]

[scorchedchivalry]

I am a knight. I could not claim that if battle was not a staple of my existence.

Your energy is familiar, though we are not from the same world. How did you acquire it?

[justiceerror]

[He straightens up, tilting his head. Aah, he didn't get a chance to use one of his stronger moves. No matter, he can save that for another day.]

Who knows? Hehahaha.... it's a certain type of magic, I suppose. I'm a magical creature myself, maybe it just comes from me.

[scorchedchivalry]

Just the form your prana takes? I can accept that.

You made your ability sound far more sinister than it is.

[justiceerror]

[...]

...Are you saying I'm not sinister enough? My powers come straight from my person...

[...he's.... actually really bothered by that. That smirk leaves him, and he looks away from her. If he's not evil enough then- can he really be.... 'him'?]

[scorchedchivalry]

To most, I assure you that you are. But I am nothing like anything you have encountered before.

A knight does not quake in fear.

[justiceerror]

[he looks back at her, his expression still the same.]

....But you're human, are you not...? How long have you lived for? [he hasn't been alive for that long at all.]

I've never felt fear before. I inflict it.

[scorchedchivalry]

I am a human spirit given form. I feel fear just as I had when I lived, but the level required for that is not measurable.

I lived for twenty-nine years. [Though she looks a good ten years younger.]

If you do not want to feel fear, I suggest not engaging in full battle with me. You will feel fear then.

[justiceerror]

Maybe.... if I feel fear.... I'll become that much closer to the perfect piece. [he just wants to be human, is that so wrong?

A smile breaks across his features now.]

Hehe...hehehahahaha! Aah, no no, don't you see.... don't you get it?! I've never faced someone that could beat me! Everyone, they all tried, but I'm much too strong! I killed them all...!!

[scorchedchivalry]

That arrogance will bring about your downfall given enough time. [A statement of fact.]

What do you mean by 'perfect piece'?

[justiceerror]

But I did... I killed them... kehahahaha....! [he enjoyed every last bit of it, and yet there's a hint of strain in his voice.]

...Aah... I was created to be that culprit on the gameboard, don't you see? My only purpose... is to become ... the perfect piece... huhuhuhahaa....!

[scorchedchivalry]

[...Battler is starting to remind her of Caster from the Fourth War. Her eyes narrow a bit and she keeps her guard up. At least he wasn't mistaking her for someone else.]

I do not see. What gameboard do you speak of?

[justiceerror]

[Aah... he settles down, attempting to hide that laughter of his.]

Mmm.... can I really explain it? Let's see.... there are players and pieces. The players... they control what happens on the gameboard.

Only, the pieces are the lives of a certain.... family. The family that belonged to Battler Ushiromiya. Battler, Beato and the witches of the senate, they were the players.

I'm the only piece that knows all of this, of course. I was created outside the gameboard, and my only role is to become that culprit, become what I was created for... become... 'me'....