✿ THE HOUSE ✿
Adra's house is a cozy stone cottage on the outskirts of Caissa, close enough to the sea that one can hear the breaking waves throughout the day.
This afternoon, there's light, cool rain falling intermittently, tapping in a rhythm at the windows and roof. Fortunately, the kitchen is warm, bright, and welcoming. Its counters and tables are covered with freshly prepared foods of all kinds, and there are plenty of chairs for visitors who might like to sit and relax.
A door from the kitchen leads out into the garden, which is not quite yet fully landscaped, but which boasts a promising array of flowers (orchids, roses, lilies, tulips, etc) and herbs. Adra's also cultivating strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, and so on; the strawberries and cherries in particular are ripe for picking. Adra has strung enchanted, floating fairy lights all over the garden; they cast a soft, ethereal glow over the paths and carefully tended patches of greenery. At the garden's center, there's a clear pond filled with red and pink lotus blossoms.
Back inside, a visitor might like to rest in the den. There's a roaring fire in the hearth, and sitting near it for a short while offers a boost to the weary spirit. Soft, plush chairs and couches fill this room, making it ideal for lounging. The tables are covered with books borrowed somewhat indiscreetly from the library; they deal largely with the magic and history of Enprise.
Adjacent to the den is Adra's study. In here are half-empty bookshelves and antique rolling desk covered with neat stacks of papers, boxes of quills, and numerous pots of ink, each one in different, brilliant colors. His journal is somewhere here, too ...
Finally, down the hall one will find a half bathroom and, across from that, the door to the second bedroom--belonging to one Gilgamesh. The master bedroom, belonging to Adrasteius, is at the end of the hall. There's a full bath in there, but this room is definitively locked.
✿ THE SPREAD ✿
As usual, Adra's gone over the top in his preparations. For drinks, there's a sweet, refreshing punch; delicately pink and decorated with sprigs of flowers. There are pitchers of sparkling ice water, jugs of wine and spiced mead, and plenty of glasses to share.
Though Adra does not eat meat himself, he prepares it ably; there's a honey-glazed, roasted turkey in the center of the table, right beside a carving board heavy with seasoned, hand-carved slices of fresh beef. Red potatoes, bright with paprika and salt and glistening with pats of melting butter, are arranged in wedges around the turkey. There are woven baskets of steaming rolls, flaky and soft; platters of carrots and broccoli and asparagus; enormous bowls of belly-warming soup filled with thick wheat noodles, sliced egg, and shredded cabbage. At one end of the table, there's a plate of burgers, along with small dishes to fix them--bacon, crispy onions, sauteed mushrooms, and all the necessary condiments. He has plates of savory pies, filled with beef or pork or chicken; steamed and fried dumplings stuffed with meat and spring vegetables, plump and perfectly shaped.
The desserts are similarly extravagant: he has a plate of meticulously crafted flower and fruit cakes; some look like ripe, blushing peaches, others, he shaped into red orchids, lotus blossoms, or golden roses. He's made a chocolate tart so dark that its smooth, sugar-dusted surface shimmers reflectively in the overhead light. Cupcakes of all kinds are scattered here and there, as well as an extravagant, multi-tiered confection dripping with fudge sauce, encrusted with sliced strawberries and vibrantly colorful, fondant flower petals. There are loaves of warm banana bread; fruit tarts glittery with rainbow sugar crystals; and, under glass, an assortment of flavorful macarons baked to look like something plucked right from the starry sky.
But the most important thing about Adra's lavish banquet is this: all of the food is enchanted, laced with magic meant to inspire feelings of comfort and security. Eating it may conjure up familiar, welcome sensations or memories--nothing sorrowful or painful, and only as specific as you'd like. It could be something as simple as the feeling of a fuzzy blanket on a cold day, or as complex as a particular soothing memory. In all cases, the intended effect is meant to inspire calm and ease.
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To make her like...
Less a creep? ]
My hoard? [ She didn't catch that early enough, so she's squinting as she's trying to decipher that. What does she mean?? She starts blushing when she realizes many times they meet, it comes to Saber eating. ] No, this is for everyone.
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Because...well, they're argumentative and she's a cruel little creeper.]
What's offered in the whole of the house is for everyone. What you have is your current hoard of food.
[Where is...ah, there's a glass. Without a word, she fills it, and comes back, offering it to Saber.]
And once that is done, you may move on to another.
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That... is not true. I will be doing other things after I finish this snack. [ Despite saying that vehemently, she'll take the glass. Please, do not ask what these other things are because she has not formulated them yet. ]
Thank you. You should also try some of these. They're are quite wholesome despite their size. [ Quietly averts the topic. ]
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Oh, I'm sure you will.
[Yup, she's saying that as if she totally believes her. At least she got water?]
Thanks, but no thanks. While I'm sure it's delicious, I can't manage it. It's not meant for me.
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Not meant for you? [ ??? ] Are you allergic?
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No.
[She's...actually not allergic to anything? Which is weird, but she supposed she got some levity from what else her body used to do.]
You've eaten the food. Have you noticed something? Something different from usual?
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Then they must be enchanted. [ Which... She still does not see the problem?!
She's only staring at Caren like are you okay, girl? ]
Perhaps, you do not enjoy such solace?
[ She's reaching so hard right now. It's only a guess, but she has noticed that Caren gets off on the anxiety of others (hers). ]
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Caren grimaces, and makes a sigh.]
It's as if I'm supposed to be tasting something others enjoy but...I don't taste it. Instead, there's something unsettling. It's best to avoid it.
I'd hate to spit out what is doubtless hours of effort.
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That is considerate of you. [ Despite how it's said in such a rough way. ]
I imagine the wine is untouched. Perhaps we can have a glass.
[ She will drink with you, child. ]
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Maybe she should get her a dog plushie too.]
I do try to be, in my own way.
[Because if she wasn't, she wouldn't be tolerated, or helped when she needed it. Better to be a weirdo then outright hated. A villain might be created by their actions. A clever villain made sure she was sympathetic, and some of her actions unaccounted for or confusing until needed.]
But I will join you in that wine. I'm sure it will be a fine vintage.
[Gilgamesh wouldn't stand for anything less.]
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[ Can she be the smartest blond from the ones Caren knows...? At least more than Gil, please. So far, the girl has Saber fooled despite how her instincts are telling her there's more to her. Benefit of the doubt is strong though. ]
I imagine it would only be the best. [ Yup. She will go pour them some after she takes one last sip of her water to cleanse her palate. It doesn't take her long to come back and offering the other woman a glass. ]
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Saber is just far too trusting, and Caren has been far more candid to the golden warrior.]
So I assume. My thanks.
[She'll take the glass, pause to take a delicate sniff, before taking a small sip. If nothing else, Caren does know her wines. It's partly because she's Italian, and sometimes...well, it's best that Saber didn't guess the rest.]
Would I be...incorrect if I recall a story of you taking a drink with him and another at one time?
[It's more then a story. She grilled Gilgamesh on it in another world, as well as read documents. Kirei and his father were good for report material.]
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Yes. I imagine you are speaking of the King of Conquerors. [ She tilts her drink in all directions, playing with the wine a bit before she takes another sip. It isn't a happy memory, but she can't say it was horrible, either. It was an honor to be sitting amidst other kings.
She isn't even surprised that Caren knows. What is privacy? ]
He was... Quite cordial. [ In comparison to punk ass bitch, Gilgamesh, at the time. ]
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I believe so.
[She took a small sip. Ah, Gilgamesh could be depended on for a good glass of wine, if nothing else.]
But I can not say that I know much if anything about the King of Conquerors. I heard he was quite...bold. But cordial is good.
[There are worse things to be. Like a creeper.]
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Would you like to hear about him? [ Saber may not have spent a lot of time with the man, but she is keen enough to analyze his aura. It's hard not to when you're a man with that kind of charisma and ambition.
Also, she's not sure of Caren's motives for asking in the first place, so this is her reaching. ]
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I'm curious about him. He was one of the last, and by all reports, he was not as...dull as Caster. Nor was he as predictable as Beserker, and Lancer? Lancer had no luck when it came to cowardly masters.
[She shrugs.]
Lancer's master killed my grandfather, did he not? Things might have been vastly different if my grandfather survived.
[Or not. Hard to say, really. It wasn't as if the old fart came to find her either.]
So, I would like to hear of Rider.
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is gross af. Berserker, of course, pains her heart. Despite all of these feelings she harbors regarding that Grail War, she doesn't let it show on her face. Only her gaze falls to the ground as she takes a couple of more gulps. ]
He was a cheerful man, but one can tell that he has experienced quite a lot in his lifetime. [ She wants to also mention that he doesn't seem to understand lowering the volume. ] Very ambitious.
... It seemed like he was enjoying himself.
[ In a way, she envied that--to keep such a positive outlook. ]
I apologize. I can't say that I'm the best person to ask.
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Fate shake and bake.]
Hm. It's quite all right Saber. I wanted to hear your opinion. I'm not certain what Gilgamesh would have said, if I asked him the same.
[It might have it been rather thoughtful, or dismissive. Basically depending on his mood.]
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Her eyes narrow when Caren mentions Gilgamesh. ]
If one were to view the banquet themselves, they would say that the King of Heroes and the King of Conquerors agreed on a handful of things. I can't imagine he would slander him in any way aside from how he's stronger than the rest of us.
[ It's not like she's a little bitter or anything.
NOT
ONE BIT?
Maybe a teensy bit which is why she huffs and drinks even more wine. This might not be a good thing since she only has average alcohol tolerance. ]
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Look at this dragon heart, look at that bitter.
Caren is going to refill Saber's glass now. And take a slow sip of here. Please Saber, keep being totally bitter, this makes the conversation so much better.]
So the usual arrogance. Strange; it almost sounds as if he respects him.
[....yeah she's not provoking Saber into huffiness at all.]
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[ So the jolly King of Conquerors earns the man's respect, but she doesn't??? Not that she has anything against Iskandar, she respects him herself (and not Gilgamesh), but it all seems...
well
they bullied her.
It's true. She'll just drink her sorrows away, but she isn't too bothered. It all seems hypocritical now that Gilgamesh turned a new leaf? It's funny. Funny. ]
Are you planning to ask him as well?
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[Oh, this is kind of fun. She didn't realize that Arthoia was so bitter about all of this. She really doesn't know that much about Iskandar. Not as much as she knows about the King of Knights. The King of Conquerors didn't leave as much of a striking impression with Kirei's notes.]
I'm planning to ask Gilgamesh many things. He is...he has my interest. He is intelligent, even if he is clearly flawed.
But flaws, I think, are far better then perfection.
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There's one thing that comes to mind, but she's not sure if she should ask--however, since it does deal with a dangerous man, she does feel like she should. ]
Caren... Do you perhaps have feelings for the King of Heroes?
[ Saber doesn't seem disgusted or anything, just curious and perplexed. ]
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Caren spat out her mouthful of wine.
And coughed, until there were tears coming out of her eyes as she tried to wipe them, the look on her face...baffled, to put it kindly.]
I'm...uncertain where you have gotten such an absurd idea.
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Saber only ponders, but decides it is none of her business. ]
That was the impression I was getting from the way you speak of him.
[ Hesitating and speaking all sentimental-like behind professionalism. Here, Caren, a napkin for your tears and wine. ]
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