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Who: katsa & you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: marsiva hospitality deck
When: now

—think you can do this to me again after all this time, but you can take your blazing courts and shards and shove it up your—

[ There's an audible thud as Katsa kicks a cot in front of her, bumping the bed a few feet and skewing it sideways into one nearby. Her rather angry string of anger cuts through the faint tinkling of bland, simple music in the background.

She certainly doesn't look like someone who'd be suited for an adventure in space, dressed in ragtag leather and furs that look as though she's thrown them together herself from a variety of dead animals. She also doesn't seem to be aware that anyone might be watching her; or perhaps it's more than she doesn't particularly care, for she scrubs the back of her hand across her eyes and scowls through what is very obviously only a half-hearted attempt at holding back tears. ]

You don't need me here. You can dress this up all you like—I don't have to do this. Whatever's outside that window, I shouldn't be the only one who gets to see it.

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I've used magic, if that's what you mean.

[ A long time ago. Often still disgruntled about the thought of magic. And not in her own world. But nonetheless. ]

Edited 2016-08-29 13:13 (UTC)

Now that was an unexpected answer... What kind?

[She still just seems amused.]

[ Katsa squints. She still doesn't get this concept of kinds of magic. It's really all the same. ]

I could summon fire with my fingertips and make it do what I wished without getting burned. I could use the shard... [ She touches her chest and wonders, still frowning, whatever happened to that. ] A jewel that was somehow inside my chest, to enhance my natural capabilities. Perhaps at one point there was more, but that's the short of it.

Edited 2016-08-30 15:29 (UTC)

[Well, her surprise is audible at that.]

Shard? Ah, wait a moment. Are you from that 'Drabwurld' place too?

[ Surprise is met with surprise. ]

Yes. Well, not from there, but I spent years of my life there some time ago, if that's what you mean.

Well, that's close enough! That's the same as my Master.

[... which isn't a weird thing to say, not at all.]

Your—excuse me?

[ The phrase my Master sounds rather unfortunate to Katsa, and it catches her off guard—but there's something else about it that also, in the context of the Drabwurld, seems strangely familiar.

She's just a bit too caught up in her surprise at the word. ]

Ah... Would it be easier to understand if I said my husband?

[i'm so sorry, katsa.]

I'm only more concerned that you mean both to be the same person.

[ like, legitimately concerned. ]

If that's the problem, then just blame the quality of the translation.

[leave the fourth wall alone, caster.]

Besides, they're different titles for different things! Anyway, do you think you might know her?

Her? [ now this is just getting really confusing. halp ] What—or who—in the name of blazes are you talking about?

Hermione, of course!

Hermi—

[ She says the name with so much exaggerated surprise Katsa almost chokes on the name. ]

Hermione? She can't possibly be your husband. She's a woman—women aren't husbands. They're wives. As far as I know she's not married, anyway, unless she failed to mention such a thing to me. You called her your master, too, and I haven't known Hermione to keep servants to call her—

[ And then she stops there and freezes, because something abruptly clicks.

Not a servant. A Servant. ]

Great skies. [ Katsa frowns at the thought. She could be wrong. It's been years, after all, and it's only a guess. This woman isn't much like the few Servants she remembers, not the flash of red eyes as they reached for her neck and squeezed— ] No, that's ridiculous. I swear, I'm going to shake some answers out of her.

[It's so hard to not just start laughing right there.]

Hm? Is it that clear-cut? I don't think it is. If I'm a wife, then obviously whoever I'd be with would be a husband!

Did you realize something? Don't leave me in the dark.

Not obviously. [ This is getting confusing, and her temper is at the end of its rope. ] She'd be a wife, too, so by your reasoning—

[ There is absolutely no reason she should be on this subject. It's ridiculous. And unnecessary. And why should she care about the semantics? Katsa scowls. ]

Whatever. Never mind.

[ Had she realized something? That's what's uncertain. Katsa hesitates, then blurts the question. ]

Do you know of something—a throne of heroes?

[ The memory of meeting Diarmuid in the snow over the body of the Hart is fuzzy, but it's remained nonetheless. And it's far more pleasant to remember him than her other option. ]

Eh, giving up already? That's no fun.

[The amusement is clear in her voice.]

The Throne of Heroes? I do. Where the will of the planet removes souls of heroes, those above and beyond others of their times, to be called upon by Alaya in times of danger... The Moon Cell has a copy of the Throne as well, which is where Servants come from.

[ She doesn't understand half of that. ]

A cell seems more fitting a place to call it, if—whatever it is—is taking people without their permission to do someone's bidding. None of you seem the type of people to be subservient, though. Two kings, a knight, you and your magic...

[She knows, that's why she's saying it.]

Well, I can't speak for the others, but I actually like serving people. But, I imagine most people would do quite a bit against their nature for the sake of having their wish granted.

Wish?

[ Had Diarmuid ever mentioned anything about a wish? Katsa can't remember, much as she tries. ]

You don't think heroes of legend would let themselves be summoned just for free, do you? Just how cheap do you think we are?

[ scowl ]

How in skies' name would I know? It's all strange enough as it is. And as far as I was led to understand, not everyone is so happy about doing other people's bidding in the first place.

Well, if they respond to the summoning, it's their own fault if they don't like it.

Do they have a choice?

[ Her head hurts. ]

Of course! We can choose not to answer.

[Apparently, anyway, though it's never actually happened and the writers may have forgotten about that. Who even knows anymore?]

And does anything happen if you do?

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