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On weakness

[So Nesir has been avoiding people for the most part, annoyed at the grief for Dax, angry at the fact her soul was trapped, but she's also going crazy with nerves about her part in the infiltration in a few days and she has a question she's been thinking about since she met Kuwabara.

She doesn't even have to pretend to look pale and worried]

Hello, my name do be Nesir Aeser and I do be having something to talk about. I do be aware that there do many people from many worlds here and we all do be different and having different strengths and weaknesses. But lately I did be coming across a worrying weakness and was wondering how many people did be sharing it.

Apparently there do be people who can no be fighting women. I do no be knowing if this do be some kind of curse, or just something in a different world that do be a problem. But I am sure I do no be needing to explain how people with this weakness are going to be in more danger than the rest of us, considering everything..

[As in: Ruana is a woman, Nesir actually doesn't care about most people, and is just interested in this concept, but it should be enough to worry others.] I do no be knowing if there would be a way to lift the curse, but I do be offering my help to anyone with similar problems who do be wanting to be overcoming this.

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[Lancelot nods approvingly.]

I believe you have the right of it. Save in War, the two go hand in hand.
You speak like a Knight, and a wise one.

[Well someone is beaming at that, her anger put aside for a moment.] I do be a warrior, which do be like a knight I do be thinking, except we do be fighting for the world and no just one country.

[She pauses] Well I do be an acolyte, so I do still just be learning.

True, a Knight does differ from a Warrior, but not so much that it matters, in a manner of honor such as this.
It is no shame to be a squire-- an acolyte, and to still be learning your path.

You've done nothing to earn disrespect from such persons, I'm sure.
Perhaps you should have them apologize publicly, in this way, when you've satisfied you honor.

[She grins again and thinks about this, usually she could admit that her actions could cause people to be angry or annoyed at her, even if they usually started it with their stupidity. But in this case all she had tried to do was help Kuwabara. And it had turned out he wasn't worth helping.]

That do be being a good idea, I will be doing that.

[She tilted her head] Do you be being a knight?

I wish you success, Nesir Aeser.

[At this he makes a bow of his head.]
I am a Knight. In Life I was known as the Knight of the Lake, Sir Lancelot.
Now I Serve a Master, and do battle on his behalf.

There are many here who seem to know of the Grail War. It is in this War that I fight.

[Nesir wasn't one of those who knew of this war, she had never heard of it. But despite the differing terminology it didn't sound like he was so much different than a temple warrior.

Excepting one thing.] What do you be meaning, in life?

I am a Spirit, given form by my Master's mana and prana-- his life force and his power as a Magus.
He summoned me from a place known as the Throne of Heroes, where Spirits linger who are willing to fight, if called.

[Lancelot looks down at one gloved hand, flexing the fingers into a fist, then relaxing them again.]
Though here, in this Place, I am able to sustain my own form, and need not drain my Master to speak with you-- or to fight.

[Nesir blinked but apart from that her surprise did not show on her face. It was felt though. Lingering spirits, heroes waiting to be reborn. This was a concept in her world that she knew. All people were reborn after death but those who were truly great, who had fought greatly for their gods would wait, in paradise in the realms of light or darkness, until they were needed again.

But this wasn't a rebirth... This was some kind of summoning... Stealing a soul from the realm of the gods... In some ways worse than what those who ran the tower had done.] What do a Magus be?

A Magus is-- a magic user.
[His own Master is a poor Magus, weak and ill, with a poor head for strategy-- they are ill-matched, still the man's the only Master Lancelot has. He'll be damned if he'll allow some Horror spawned by this place to consume him.]

When I was Summoned, I came willingly, for I desired to do Battle and to win Honor.

The Grail is a holy, mystical object that grants its possessor's dearest wish. My Master desires the life and safety of one he loves, a child. His methods do not show it, but his purpose is Pure.

[A magic user... summoning souls of warriors to fight for them. Well...

Nesir really wasn't surprised any more, it was blasphemous yet she thought about it and if the magic users of her world could have found a way to bring back spirits of hero warriors of old they would probably not hesitate, even those that served the light gods.]

An object that do be granting wishes, do such a thing be existing?

It enabled my Master to Summon me to his Realm, and I did feel the pull of its Magic-- so I must believe on its Power.

When I was living, I searched for it, for a time. But the sight of it was never granted to me.
Tell me if you will, Nesir Aeser, what is it that you fight for, on your World?

[She nodded, it was interesting to learn of other worlds, even if some of them had stupid ideas and morals as demonstrated by what the others replying to her were saying.

She paused for a moment when asked and then spoke quietly.] I do no be knowing much about how things do be working in other worlds but my world do be ruled by six gods, one of them do be evil and there are those that believe evil should be ruling.

I do be fighting against them... [Her eyes blazed with anger once more.] When I did be twelve they did be attacking my family, I do still no be knowing why but my parents must have been doing something to anger them. My mother did be telling me before... before she did be dying... that I should be going to the Temple. So I did be going there and training to be a warrior. When I do be ready I will be serving a magic user and we will be fighting the darkness together.

[Her voice was full of passion, she had practiced this quite a lot in the temple, working out the tone and the emotions to use.] I do be just wanting a world ruled by the light, where no evil do be happening.

[Lancelot likes to think himself divorced from Passion, save the passion of Battle-- but he admires in the abstract the Passion of others. It feels safer that way, and keeps him at arms length from questions about Light and Darkness.

He nods in reply, his face grave.]

Your will is strong, I have no doubt, and whoever you might Serve will be fortunate.

But I do not know that there can be such a place, a place where no evil happens. Wherever there is Light, there is an accompanying Shadow. I have come to reckon that one cannot exist without the other.

Perhaps, none of the gods can ever be destroyed so there will always be being light and shadow, but we can be making sure the shadow do be powerless, that there do be few servants of the dark god and they do no be able to cause misery and suffering.

Both can be existing but only one can be ruling.

[She is quite proud of her passionate light warrior act, she's definitely getting better at it.]

[This one certainly has the fervor of a young knight-- one on a holy crusade. He has known the like, though he was never so pure himself, in purpose or otherwise.]

A powerless Shadow-- a high goal indeed. But if the Light would Rule the Shadow, then surely the Shadow must keep some slight strength. Else, what can the light rule?

I have found that there need be no Dark God for man to bring about misery and suffering. He brings it upon himself just as surely.

The light would be ruling all people, and it would be steering them on the right path. I do be knowing we can no be getting rid of all darkness, it do be living in people's hearts.

[She liked his arguments, she sort of wished she could talk about this properly, as herself. But she would never risk that over the network and she had no idea where this man's loyalties lied. It was too risky.]

But we can be making it known that evil actions will no be tolerated, the fight will never be over even once we win for darkness will be forever trying to rise again. But we will be holding it at bay.

Yes. That is indeed where it lies-- the Heart is where light casts its deepest shadows.

[Though he seems weighed down for a long moment, in the end, Lancelot sighs with an air of resignation-- and a certain wry appreciation for the young Lady's words.]

It seems the Light does not have a shy Champion in you, Nesir Aeser. I have no doubt you will tolerate nothing less than what you desire to bring about. If your bold unwillingness to suffer fools is any measure.

[She nodded, noticing that sigh and wondering about it. She didn't ask though, she didn't trust these machines.] I will no be giving up until my goal do be realised.

Yes, I can see that much is true. You seem full of desire to prove your mettle-- in this place, or indeed any other.

[Fierce temperaments in his fellows have always pleased and entertained him. He gives a slight smile.]

If it would suit you, seek me out. The sword is my weapon, and I will spar against you at your pleasure. You need not fear I would condescend to spare or underestimate you.

[The delight that lit up her eyes was genuine, in her temple it was a great honour for a warrior to offer to spar with an acolyte. She saw no reason why it would be different elsewhere, after all knights just like warriors had much better things to do with their time.]

My weapon do be the daggers, I would be being honoured to spar.

Ah, long versus short-ranged weapons. A good challenge for us both, then.

I look forward to our meeting then, Nesir Aeser-- and to hearing of your answer to your detractor.
[Lancelot inclines his head to the screen, still smiling slightly.]
With your leave, I will bid you farewell until then, as I have duties to perform in Service to my Master.

I thank you for a most-- stimulating conversation.

I will be looking forward to it as well. [She smiled and shook her head] I do be thanking you and be awaiting our challenge.

Until then, Nesir Aeser.
[And just like that-- he was gone.]

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Running game on Berserker? YES. PRICELESS.

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We really should have a spar-- haha, or at least handwave one in!