Voice - LOCKED TO UNSEELIE

[scorchedchivalry]

[There was a terrifying rage underlying Saber's quiet, controlled words.]

If you are not helping with evacuations, either go to the infant Jabberwock the Seelie forced into this world or join me on the battlefield to prevent the Seelie soldiers from doing any more damage.

Should you choose neither of these three options, pray that I never find out.


[ooc: Anyone requiring orders, here you go! Also, do not expect much as far as conversation from Saber.]

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[scorchedchivalry]

[When Elizabeth named herself, something in Saber's eyes reflected recognition. So, she was another of her subjects, though Saber wasn't going to reveal herself as her king.]

If that is the choice you wish to make and are willing to accept that it may not work in this world, that he may have protections in place to prevent it, or that he may somehow learn of its origin and seek you out for that as well as your shard... then do as you wish. You are Unseelie. The choice is yours.

[As a certain magus had reminded Saber of her personal stance on these things. It was a shame she'd been too caught up in her rage at the time to prevent herself from alienating her lady.]

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[skjalf]

( Being a Royal, Elizabeth would not think of herself as the subject of anyone. Not anymore, in any rate. All the Kings of her House lie dead. )

The possibility that it might outweighs any risk I may undertake in this. That man will die in agony if I have any say about it. No less than he deserves.

( It is clear that she is more than simply a little angry. Her rage runs deep, thanks to the senseless slaughter of innocents all around her. Her chin tips up, the line of her jaw tightening. )

Do you intend to pursue him immediately, or wait?

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[scorchedchivalry]

I personally do not believe in torturous deaths, but that only guides my hand, not yours. If this is what you need, then so be it. [Saber turned her gaze toward the direction the battlefield was miles and miles away, as though she could see it.]

I have an army to command. Should I meet that Seelie knight upon the battlefield, we will cross blades. But I am not so far gone in my rage to forsake the men under my command and the shardbearers in need of my support to hunt down one man. Not yet.

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[skjalf]

It is. Lives were lost, the land diseased, an innocent beast may perish and what is left of my innocence is gone.

( There is nothing left in her that is girlish or untainted. And it is all the fault of that knight. Now, she has a name. Just what she's needed. )

No, that is good. Leave the hunt to my spell. He will not require pursuing; the magic will finds its way to him in our stead.

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[scorchedchivalry]

[Another day, another time when Saber was calmer, she would reach out to touch Elizabeth to lend her strength in this loss of innocence. But the General was too angry, too deeply pulled by her own corruption, to even think about it. Her only thoughts regarding contact were the ones focused on the Seelie, on ripping them limb from limb.]

Then see to it. I have been here too long to know that anything will work as it should, so I will prepare in case your curse does not take. Keep me informed of the things you learn, the things you feel and the like regarding it.

Every choice has its consequences. Remember that.

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[skjalf]

( Maybe later, when this is done, they might speak privately. She would certainly benefit from such strength and wisdom when she is not trapped within the chains of her own rage and grief.

As it is, she bows her head and nods, curtly. )

It shall be as you say, and I thank you, good lady. Should aught happen to me, please ensure that he falls for his crimes. Be it tonight, or ten years from now.

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[scorchedchivalry]

He will die. I cannot say when, but it will happen. [And likely by her blade.] I will see to it, Lady.

[And with a dismissive wave of her hand, Saber teleported abruptly back to the battle, to shed Seelie blood and keep them from hunting the Jabberwhelp.]