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avalononline2021-10-06 09:10 pm
colchismagecraft) wrote in avalononline2021-10-06 09:10 pm
Twelfth: Pick Your Poison (Video; un: Caster)
Good Afternoon, Avalon. For those I haven't met yet, I go by 'Caster' here.
[Despite her gloating in the aftermath of the Celliwig 'event', Caster was in an unusually somber mood...
Still, she gave a subdued smile as gestured with her staff to the vineyard around her, and the cute-yet-ominous little shop attached to it. Despite her insistence that she wasn't a witch, it very much looked like a witch's potion shop!]
I had hoped to wait for a better time to make this announcement but, well, I think there's plenty of people who could use a decent drink at the moment. So- I've finally been able to open up my Potion Shop and Winery here. I call it 'Pick Your Poison'.
[She gives the address.]
I'll be selling potions that I've managed to brew during my time here, which I hope will prove useful- there's some that can be used for helping keep a house clean or improve your sleep better, others that improve your vision in darkness or help you resist fire. I will be adding to my stock periodically, so do keep your eyes open.
The wines I'm selling are those that I have brewed in-house, trying to get as close to traditional Colchian wine as I can. There will be free samples available to anyone who wants to try before buying, so do come and see what you think.
...And if the name of my Homeland means anything to you, I don't object to answering questions, so long as its kept private.
[After all, admitting she was a Sorceress hailing from Colchis narrowed her identity down quite a bit...perhaps that was the closest she'd get to being public with her True Name, at least for now.]
On a...different note. I want to do something for those who've disappeared from this realm. Many people have come and left, and I can't be aware of all of them.
I've left a large book in the entranceway of the shop, so, feel free to write the names of those you miss here who have returned home, if you wish. I don't know exactly what to do with it just yet, but it seems callous to simply forget them.
Ah. And I can't say I'm usually the sort for public announcements like this, but-... but Homura's disappeared, to those it may concern.
[Caster went quiet for a brief moment, before recovering her focus.]
If you have lost someone close recently and feel comfortable enough to tell me, the first bottle of wine is on me.
[Despite her gloating in the aftermath of the Celliwig 'event', Caster was in an unusually somber mood...
Still, she gave a subdued smile as gestured with her staff to the vineyard around her, and the cute-yet-ominous little shop attached to it. Despite her insistence that she wasn't a witch, it very much looked like a witch's potion shop!]
I had hoped to wait for a better time to make this announcement but, well, I think there's plenty of people who could use a decent drink at the moment. So- I've finally been able to open up my Potion Shop and Winery here. I call it 'Pick Your Poison'.
[She gives the address.]
I'll be selling potions that I've managed to brew during my time here, which I hope will prove useful- there's some that can be used for helping keep a house clean or improve your sleep better, others that improve your vision in darkness or help you resist fire. I will be adding to my stock periodically, so do keep your eyes open.
The wines I'm selling are those that I have brewed in-house, trying to get as close to traditional Colchian wine as I can. There will be free samples available to anyone who wants to try before buying, so do come and see what you think.
...And if the name of my Homeland means anything to you, I don't object to answering questions, so long as its kept private.
[After all, admitting she was a Sorceress hailing from Colchis narrowed her identity down quite a bit...perhaps that was the closest she'd get to being public with her True Name, at least for now.]
On a...different note. I want to do something for those who've disappeared from this realm. Many people have come and left, and I can't be aware of all of them.
I've left a large book in the entranceway of the shop, so, feel free to write the names of those you miss here who have returned home, if you wish. I don't know exactly what to do with it just yet, but it seems callous to simply forget them.
Ah. And I can't say I'm usually the sort for public announcements like this, but-... but Homura's disappeared, to those it may concern.
[Caster went quiet for a brief moment, before recovering her focus.]
If you have lost someone close recently and feel comfortable enough to tell me, the first bottle of wine is on me.
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No. I'm told that I have been summoned to Chaldea as well, but... my Master and I were the victors of a Holy Grail War not long prior. I come from SE.RA.PH, on the Moon Cell.
[ she closes her eyes, resting her chin on her knuckles. ]
It was far from easy, but... oh, how does it go again...? [ her eyes go to medea again, curiously. she begins to recite—euripides's work has always been close to her heart, after all.
the words, of course, come from medea. maybe she's wrong. if caster thinks nothing of what she's about to say, then that will be that. but she is curious. ]
We are women, quite helpless in doing good but surpassing any master craftsman in working evil. Do you not agree, Caster?
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[The Fifth, but that wasn't too important at this stage, was it? Another Grail War, in another place, and this Saber was the victor...
Did that mean this Saber had achieved her wish before being pulled here? Or that even the Grail itself was powerless to prevent the workings of this world? Those were thoughts both desperately sad and frightening in their own right, ones Caster wasn't sure she wanted to dwell on.
But it was as she selected a bottle of an amber wine from the shelves that Saber spoke up again- oh. Those words. That of her legend.
...She took a sharp, deep breath, mentally cursing that she had willingly shown her face- why did she not listen to herself when she had first thought not to listen to the other Servant's requests? One who she, still, knew barely anything about??
She was on the back foot in this situation, and she knew it.]
I think that is something we can agree on, yes.
[Caster- Medea- kept her voice level as she went to pour their wine glasses. Trying to feign as best she could that she was entirely unfazed by the comment, and not directly acknowledging her recognition.]
...But you're speaking to one who drenched her soul in darkness a long time ago- it is only natural a witch like me would understand such things, don't you think?
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... We were, none of us, heroes in the Holy Grail War I fought. Perhaps myself least of all. Still, if Euripides has it right... I think you do yourself a disservice. [ she slouches somewhat in her seat, eyes staying on her host. ] And in any case, if we are what they call us... a mad tyrant can hardly judge a witch.
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...I see history was unkind to you, as well. [A hint of empathy, there, as she finally met her eyes again.]
Tell me, Saber, what can I call you?
[It was only fair to demand such a thing, wasn't it, after her own name was exposed? This 'mad tyrant' ruled after her time- so she had less of a knowledge base to go on. But besides, even if she had realised the truth from her Grail imparted knowledge- she wanted to make the other Servant admit it herself.
Maybe it was out of kindness to give her the choice to admit it rather than have it be guessed, maybe out of spite to insist she say it. Perhaps both.]
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My name is Nero. Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus. Fifth Emperor of Rome, last of the Julii and Claudii.
[ no bombast or pride, really. but she knows her name precedes her, even thousands of years after the fact. ]
So... yes, Medea. [ she says the name to make a point. to show that their cards are fully on the table. saber knows she is in no position to judge caster, and likely, will not be judged in return. ] I know infamy's weight quite well.