realityshifted | First Seal

[The young woman who suddenly manifests on the Astral Plane appears to be a tiny, delicate girl no older than 15 years of age, with pale blonde hair swept up into a braided bun at the back of her head and fastened with a blue ribbon. Yet, the silver armour etched with blue markings declare that this little girl is, in fact, a warrior. Her sea-green eyes flash in a mix of righteous anger and unbending determination. She is clearly in the middle of a heated battle, and her words are all but a roar.]

Archer! You dare continue to mock me, even now?

[The girl stops the instant she realises that her opponent is no longer there. Her previously angered expression calms, morphing into one of puzzlement as she casts her glance around at her new settings. But it is then replaced with a frown, and her voice is laced with a note of frosty disdain.]

If this is some manner of joke, Archer, it is not in the least bit amusing. I have had quite enough of your games.

[She pauses, an armoured hand lifting to her chin in a gesture of thought.]

However, this place...it does not appear to be a Reality Marble. I cannot feel the flow of prana. Master...

[Another pause, and her face becomes deceptively calm as she continues to cooly observe her new surroundings.]

Has my connection to him been severed? If that is indeed the case, how is it possible that I exist, still? Such bonds cannot be severed lightly. Is this within the realm of Gaia? Or is it possible that this is a part of the Holy Grail?

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[... Somebody needs to put up a sign for the newcomers. Sigh. Haseo walks over to give the (previously roaring) newcomer the rundown anyway.]

If you're worried about getting home, you can just think your way back.

I really should get around to asking Broderick for those brochures...

[Apparently undisturbed by the dissonance between Saber's appearance and attitude, Braxiatel offers her a pleasant, unruffled smile.]

You'll find this has nothing to do with your world. The principles might be similar, but it comes from a bit beyond all that.

[ Connection to who? Sefton has no idea, but maybe this would explain it. ] Time stops while you're here.

[And the armour over her face slams down into her customary poker face.]

I..see.

Where is this place, precisely?

Hell if I know. Everyone calls it the Astral Plane, though.

[In sharp contrast to her earlier battle rage, the impassive expression that she wears like armour settles over her features.]

Where is this place, precisely?

[A slight lift of her eyebrow...now that's a somewhat familiar term]

While I suspect this is not what is called Akasha, if it is another plane of existence, perhaps it is a realm within it.

[A pause, narrowing down some possibilities]

You would not happen to be a spirit of any sort?

[She immediately reverts to her customary calm expression. Though she takes note of her company, the first order of business is to find out where she is.]

Where is 'here', incidentally?

It's, hm, extra-dimensional, perhaps is the easiest phrase. This place - called the Astral Plane for whatever reason - is essentially its own universe, though not a self-contained one. I couldn't tell you if the place is artificially created or not.

It's called the Plane.

[Ah, there's a somewhat familiar term.]

Is this a realm within Akasha, then?

{Cue giant, stupid grin}

Yo, Saber! I was wondering when you might show up in this place as well!

...Ufufu, what a surprise to find you here as well, Saber.

[A slight frown of confusion.]

It is not the material plane, I take it. Would it then be a realm within Akasha?

[He knew his studies in ancient Sanskrit would come in handy!]

The aether? No, not precisely. I've only theories, but I think that it... [He pauses] No, you could be right. What an interesting suggestion.

[Apologetically] Most of the people you meet here were brought to the place much the same way that you are. It leaves us all lacking in certain answers.

[ Slowly, he shakes his head. ] I wouldn't know. What's Akasha?

[a soft 'hm'.]

It would not be surprising if it were. Still, it would appear that I still maintain some measure of a physical form. Are those who find themselves here spirits of any kind?

[A barely noticeable quirk of one corner of her mouth]

No one arrives by a deliberate act or ritual, in other words. There are some who would be most agitated by that fact.

[She blinks a few times in surprise: the last she'd seen of Rider, he was getting flattened by Gil...only barely.]

Rider...I would assume then, that this is the Throne of Heroes, however unlikely the prospect is.

[Confusion flickers through her eyes for a brief moment before her face shifts back into neutral. The change in setting will have to wait as the alarm bells went off at being identified...at least by class-name.]

How is it that you know my designation?

It is the source of all phenomena within the universe, the root of all magic and where souls originate from.

Oh. Then... I dunno. It might be. People from different worlds come here all the time.

[He notices but does not remark on the subtleties of her expression.] No, certainly not. There are some spirits - as I recall, a very tall gentleman by the name of Mégas Aléxandros was identifying himself as a Heroic Spirit - but others, like myself, are just living flesh and mind.

Different worlds, you say?

[That certainly got her attention. Her expression reflects her surprise for a moment.]

A Heroic Spirit?

[Her eyes darken into a deeper green momentarily as her expression becomes even more serious.]

Has this Heroic Spirit also referred to himself as Rider?

Yeah, different worlds.

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