General, Halt There | Nero & Archer
As much as she truly despised the land for ripping her away from the male Hakuno and their victory, she equally appreciated it for bringing her back to the female Hakuno, her original Praetor. It was no SE.RA.PH. of course, but Nero supposed it would be a nice enough world to rule over by any means, naturally depending on the nobility of the king who runs it. And this ‘Cheshire’, it seemed, was far from her own caliber as a ruler, and certainly not deserving of any glory associated with overseeing a kingdom. Therefore, the King of the Moon Cell had taken it upon herself to traverse the quiet shores of Shoale Beach, hoping to find any resemblance of a clue that might lead her to her target, crimson sword drawn before her. Though, it was far less threatening now that it appeared as foam.
However, a figure appeared a short distance ahead of her and emerald eyes landed upon him. “Halt!” Nero commanded, though the figure hadn’t seemed to be moving. “Servant or Master?” Even Saber herself still had trouble detaching SE.RA.PH. from Wonderland, though in this case she had been right as she recognized his stature and signature clothing. “Ah, General!” Nero sighed, crimson sword dropping from it’s battle-ready stance back to rest at her side. “How glorious of you to join me! Now we may strike back together!”
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call this cliched, but this place, wonderland, continues to be curiouser and curiouser. the beach is one of its odder places, apparently; there are talks about it always being thirty minutes away from wherever you are as well as the missing ferry boat. to archer, however, the place doesn’t seem any odder from the things he’s seen. the pink sand is a first, though.
after taking the time to come here and finding nothing too important to take note of, archer decides to at least enjoy the scenery the coast has to offer. he’s just simply minding his business, walking around the shore and appreciating the salty air, when he hears the loud halt! then the all too familiar words.
master or servant? two words that archer didn’t think will hear in this place ring in his ears, and it’s enough to take him aback---perhaps make him even a little bit alarmed, but it’s soon replaced with confusion when he realises this person---servant---referred to him as general. is she someone he met somewhere? but he’s bound to remember her if he did---or maybe it’s in a different holy grail war, where he manifested as yet another servant, but that doesn’t make sense; what does being a general have to do with that?
archer keeps his confusion under wraps, though. expression remaining neutral, he appraises her appearance, casually eyeing her sword, and he comes to the conclusion that she’s probably a saber and that, with the way she talks to him, they’re on friendly terms, somehow.
❝ that’s quite a bold statement, ❞ he says, raising his brows at her. ❝ i’m afraid i’ll have to disappoint you, though. i don’t know you. ❞
