On voice testing and musebox plans

[bedwyr]

Mundane,

While I am glad that you decided to 'dust me off' and play me again, I do not approve of what you are planning to do with me.

I will never fight for another lord, especially if I have to face my only king.

Desist,or I shall make you.

Comments

[bedwyr]

[Gee, you think? That name felt as foreign as it usually feels when Cei decided to be all serious and call his king that at times.]

You are welcome, Arturia.

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[promised_victory]

[So. Damn. Awkward. She'd almost prefer Cei calling her 'the Wart' all the time.]

How have you fared so far? [POWERING THROUGH THE AWKWARDNESS, EFF YEAH!]

[bedwyr]

I have been faring well, so far.

[At the very least, the time spent resting in his mun's headspace was a peaceful one.]

And you?

[promised_victory]

I am doing well, though my mun has plans for myself. [Locking her in a Tower, of all the absurd things.]

[bedwyr]

Ah, I've heard parts of it.

[Of her own war, as well as the Tower, but not much of them to discern whether they're harmful to her or not.]

[promised_victory]

I would imagine so. Our mundanes do speak to one another quite often.

[Ohgod how much does he knoooow? She doesn't want to worry him more than she has to.]

[bedwyr]

That they do.

[Not much, other than the tower is dangerous, and the Holy Grail War is causing her to experience immense pressure on her mind.]

I wish you well on wherever you're going, Arturia.

[promised_victory]

['Pressure' isn't the half of it. Try 'all out psychological war on the Once and Future King' AKA 'the reason why Masters should not let people know who the hell they're going to summon ahead of time.']

You need not worry about me, but thank you. Please do me proud as a knight and.... friend. [why is the last word so awkward to say? She'd called the knights friends before. Maybe it's just how their last meeting happened that has it feel strange. Or maybe, just maybe, because she knows, after all the pain and betrayal, he truly is her friend.]

[bedwyr]

[...She considered him a friend.

That sentence alone was enough to lighten his burden somewhat, as despite his refusal to throw the blade into the lake, she still considers him a comrade.]

...I will.

[promised_victory]

[Even if it went against her wishes, she completely understood his refusal to return Excalibur to the Lady of the Lake. If the situation had been reversed she knows her hesitation would have been the same, despite how closed off and ruthless she could be on the battlefield.

She gives Bedivere a small smile. If she were anyone else, she might have hugged him, but she is a King, or was once a King, and he was her knight. This might be a situation far removed from home, but it's impossible to act truly friendly with one another. At least, not at this juncture when both of them are only just learning who she truly is beneath it all.]

I have a feeling that even if I did not ask that you would.