#Saving the universe bound in black(FGO verse)

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@digitalfcte Meets the King

The golden hues of the former king lay upon the frail frame of the intern with a mixture of curiosity and indifference. A strange mixture, but it was something common for the Alternative version of the legendary King from the Brittain’s legends. The knight saw her a few times, but never this close. Unsurprising. Many of the current residents of the Chaldea avoided her at all costs. She did not mind. Especially since she was once in the camp of the enemy, just as this other alter Jeanne, was. 

“Good day.” Despite being incredibly cold in her greetings, she provided those anyway. She was polite when she did not need to engage in battle with any one of those before her eyes. She did not remember the other’s name. Oh well. A little conversation never hurt. 

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@noircisaint Meets the King

“Ah....it’s you” Her voice sounds even more bored than she expects it to. Two darkest versions of their respective originals gathered in the same room. They both were summoned after being defeated by the Master of Chaldea. The former King of Camelot did not mind. She got to battle strong foes, trample them under her foot, so she had her fun. Besides. There would be nothing to rule if the world disappears now would there? The Dark Saber, however, did not quite know the motives of the one standing not too far away from her. Jeanne D’Arc was it? She saw an original version and she already understood how fundamentally different they were. 

“What do you wish to see me for?” Why would she ask? She had a feeling. Artoria was not the most active sort, even during the missions she would guard one place, or actively pursue one target, should she need to. So she would be usually found in a single place at all times. And there was nobody around since rarely do the other servants wish to interact with the corrupted version of the mighty King Arthur. So the conclusion drew itself. The other Alter was here for her.  

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Glares into the general direction of Dantes. She has nothing to say, just glares. 

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@lacksgod Meets the King

“Jeanne. You okay?” She places her hand on top of the other’s shoulder to attract her attention even more. The former King of Knights shows a but of concern towards the female, as always. This fight was rather tough, but not for the reasons of difficulty. Lots of flames were involved and if Artoria was right about the other alter’s feelings, it might not be received all that well. 

“Let’s go kill some more. Master seems to be occupied by something else at the moment.” She glanced towards the side where the final servant of the trip was fighting along with their master, just to turn her head again, but now facing the Dragon witch directly. Perhaps her concern was caused by the kinship that all alters felt. Or maybe it was something else. It does not matter. 

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@empathcrowned Meets the King

The female shifts with the blade still drawn. Well. At least she can say this went...surprisjngly well. She expected a bit more resistance in this particular fight. It’s a bit of a disappointment, but she looks to the other servant present within the range of her vision. Nobunaga, the third servant with them, seemed absent at the moment. Well, it does not matter as long as she does not cause any trouble. The former King of Knights approaches the fellow servant and lets out a small sigh. 

“I expected it to be a bit more eventful than that. Saving the world can sometimes be a little bit of an underwhelming task.” She was joking of course and anyone who would know her for a little while would be able to guess that since it was very rare for her to do so. The fight is over, so now is the time for a little banter. 

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@son-of-pendragon continued from here

Well. Out of all the emotions she expected the other to have that one was in the last place in the list. It startled the former King of Knights but she regained her usual attitude the next moment. She needed to be in her right mind to talk about this situation. She remembered the emotions of the original Artoria when she rejected her son, she had her memories after all. And she knew that the King was not in her right mind back then, not as far as she remembers. The golden eyes look deep into her child’s before she takes a long inhale and starts speaking. 

“Apologies are in order. I know the fact that our encounters in life were...not very pleasant. But I do want to apologize for my reaction. Our reaction, if I count all the alternative versions of myself. We should try to start over again...son.” She said it, at least. She hoped that would work. The hand, still sporting a black armoured glove, extended further and ruffled the other’s hair. That’s something a father would do, right? 

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@subparsanta Meets the King

And what exactly does she encounter this time? It seems like this was...herself but....different? The former king looked in this mirror with a bit of confusion that managed to break her usual mask of cold and emptiness. Chaldea was truly a bizarre place with too many different servants, but she did not expect to meet several versions of herself. And out of all of them, this one looked....the most unique. Why did she dress like this? Why she had such a different feel from the Alter herself? This remains to be known. 

“Hm....good day.” She steadied herself and called out a greeting. The least she can do to break this awkward silence. 

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@burdensword Meets the King!

How ironic. The golden eyes look at the other with a mix of curiosity and distaste. She did not bother to mark both emotions for the other might see them clearly. They were the same person after all...at least at one point. And now they both are stuck in a particular situation. Both summoned as servants within the halls of Chaldea and both are ready to save the world. At least that’s what master says. Artoria never thought she would see another version of herself that clearly. Or maybe she met her before and simply forgot? It did not surprise her, however. 

“Saber.” A nod of acknowledgement. She knows the irony of calling her that and proceeds to do so anyway. A little bit of sarcasm did not hurt anyone. Even if said in a dead, emotionless voice. It was true that they are the same, but nobody would fail to recognize the startling difference in the seemingly empty pools of gold and bright, living blue eyes of the former king. Their expressions, their mannerisms, it was all different, and yet the same. Today, however, their differences matter not. There is a mission ahead. 

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@sarrum Meets the King

She suppresses the need to let out a heavy sigh. The last memory of this particular servant that she had was not the most pleasant one. Nor it was coherent. But she had a good feeling about what and who Gilgamesh was. And now he was here, among the servants of Chaldea. It was bound to happen eventually, so she did not mind. But the golden hues filled with the usual cold indifference trailed the movements of the King of Heroes. It seems like he noticed her as well. 

“It seems you join us in this endeavour. I would think the others are already betting on which servant will appear within these walls next.” Seems like she did regain her sense of sarcasm over the time, despite, or maybe even as the result of the boredom she feels from the big amount of time she had spent within the facility when there was no need to go on missions. 

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@dekirukoto Meets the King

The smoke filled the room as the summoning ritual has fulfilled its purpose. The new servants have appeared within the smoke, spreading across the small enclosed space. After a few moments of silence, the figure stepped out of the smoke revealing a familiar, yet haunting black armour, along with the long jet-black sword with red circles within. The blonde’s face has been covered by an icon mask, as she places the tip of the sword into the ground below herself and places both of her hands on top of the hilt. The strong voice of the alternative version of the former King Arthur filled the room. 

“So we meet again. Curious. But unsurprising. My name is Artoria Pendragon, class, Saber. Greetings master.” She did not bow, nor she did anything else as she stood strong and without motion. Her voice empty and cold, A complete opposite to that of the original version of the King. Well, at the very least she was rather polite in her way of saying things, that was a plus.