Chatlog 002 ☣ We're young and we're bored

[irreverence]

So I hear tell about some pretty interesting people around here- namely, all you 'Servants' or Heroic Spirits or whatever.

[She leans forward, chin in her hands, and taps her fingers against her cheeks.]

You guys have got to tell me some stories. Being all legendary has to make for some interesting stuff to share.

[She makes a slight face.]

It'll sure beat waiting for terrible stuff to happen at least, right?

[You can all blame Archer and Lancer.]




[ooc: this post is in the afternoon after this log.]

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[irreverence]

Whoa. And I thought Archer's identity was interesting.

[She's very much interested- knights of the round were supposed to be more or less peerless in their own way. As Servants, they must make for a hell of a fight.]

Cool... though- I'm going to guess you're from after the whole deal with Elaine of Corbenic?

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Lancelot does not enjoy speaking of Elaine of Corbenic. He is not a Stallion, to be put out to Stud whether he wills it or no.]

I died in my Time-- so indeed, for your purposes, I am.
Though I cannot guess why this concerns you.

[irreverence]

Well, logic says to be a Berserker who gets a class boost from going crazy, I'd figure that'd have to have been a thing in life beforehand so. You know, just guessin'.

[An idle shrug- she has no idea how grail spirits work so sue her.]

Seems that part might've been about right at least. I have to ask though, was she a witch or something? Got to have been something to pull off the old 'haha I'm not really your girlfriend' thing like she did.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

["Going Crazy", indeed.]
Upon my Summoning, an Enchantment was cast upon me so that I might lose my Reason, but gain in Power, yes. But even without the Mad Enhancement, I am among the Strongest of Servants. If not the Foremost.

[... sore subjects must be his correspondent's specialty.]
My Dealings with Elaine of Corbenic did not drive me Mad. There were such events in my Life as took a tole upon my Nature and Will, but that incident was merely an unpleasant reminder of ills done to me-- and by me.

She was indeed a witch in her own right, and also her father, The Fisher King sought my Blood and aided the spells. A sordid and dishonorable act, it was.

[irreverence]

Strongest, huh? You sure about that?

[That's mostly baiting, even though she's sure if he's one of the knightly types like Diarmuid it probably won't work. But a girl can try.]

Well, straw, camel's back, that sort of thing, I guess.

[She scoffs a little, rolling her eyes.]

See, now why doesn't it ever say that outright? Or at least, in any of the versions I read. Everything's all 'somehow' she managed to disguise herself and it's kind of dumb. 'Course, the implication could be that hot babes in Camelot were kind of interchangeable, but I like the witch thing better, myself.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Alas, the bait goes untouched, as does the bit about the camel. Though Lancelot does raise one brow amusement-- and then lowers it.}

It is my experience that in the old tales "somehow" often means "by magics". The Women of my Time were quite distinguishable from one another, under normal circumstances.

Needless to say, I did not care for "the witch thing" myself.
She did give my Child my own Name, and he grew to be a greater Knight than I, but her rearing had little enough to do with that fact.