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[of_the_lake]

[Berserker shows up on camera, wearing his full set of armor, sans his mask. He's holding his helm under one arm with his free hand holding his tablet, pointed towards his face. He's standing inside of what appears to be a rustic old castle, empty though adorned with lavish furnishings. Walking through the interior of the castle, Berserker ignores what appears to be a host of trinkets, trophies and food-stuffs better spotted in his age.

He made pause, looking up tattered tapestries left on the walls, a few areas marked by the impacts of swords and arrows, though to someone who had scarcely seen a castle under siege, those things would go unnoticed. There are eternally lit torches hung from each wall, a few illuminating Berserker intensely.]

I see. My Masters, it appears that my existence alone in a place of fame will allow me to bring forth this castle. I had not thought to even try it...

[There is a slashed mantle and tabard hung from one wall. Though it's in tatters, one could see the Pendragon crest on it.]

It is my castle. If my Ladies are in need of it, I will plunder its depths.

[Anyone looking for the castle itself wouldn't have to go far--it would be right outside of Exsilium's limits... a fairly large fortress castle.]

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[ensorceler]

A...

Truly? There is no jest in it?

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[of_the_lake]

[Berserker had begun to leave the castle, stepping beyond its bridge, which lowered itself on its own. He regarded the camera with his usual deadpanned gaze.]

I have no reason to lie, my lady.

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[ensorceler]

How did it come to be here? Could other castles still remain?

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[of_the_lake]

There is little more than dust and rubble in this world, I'm afraid. [As he left the limits of the castle, Berserker raised his free hand--snapping his fingers.

The castle rapidly began to crumble, turning to translucent dust, as if it were nothingness to begin with.]

It is a reflection of my persona.

[ensorceler]

[ SCREAM. In her head. A little. Why must she talk to all the freaks? ...But damn, that is some weird power. Anne takes it in stride by now, no matter her racing thoughts (and heart). ]

An empty castle seems to me a tragic reflection. You must fill it with music, and light, and people.

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[scinlae]

[ It is the crest that begs her attention, familiar even in tatters and she sneers. ]

Your castle? [ Disbelief drips from her voice, like honeyed venom. ] Who are you to claim it is such?

[ It is not Camelot, never less she knows that crest and anything bound to the family it belongs to is hers by right. ]

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[of_the_lake]

It is indeed my castle. [He noted that look of hostility with ease. As he left the limits of the castle, the snap of his left hand's middle finger and thumb 'cracked' at the image of the castle.

It began to crumble, deteriorating into pure magic and dust as if it were never there in the first place.]

By my own hand, I recovered it from my father's enemies. If it were not mine, I would not be able to bring it forth as I have.

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[scinlae]

[ Magic, an illusion, she would be impressed (maybe, probably not) if her mind was not so focused on another question yet unanswered. ]

Who are you?

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[of_the_lake]

I have no interest in revealing my identity again. Such a thing will cause unneeded conflict.

Instead, you may call me Berserker.

[Berserker released his helm, letting it vanish the same way. He was making his way back to the city, itself.]

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[moralitypet]

[ Is that crest familiar to someone who's lived in a place known as Pendragon? GEASS HISTORY... Still, Nunnally's more impressed that a castle is here of all places. ]

Forgive my asking, but will it stand against the rain? [ Among other things, but the weather seems to add to the corrosion of this world a lot quicker than most things. ]

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[of_the_lake]

I would not know. [He was standing in an empty field, watching the city guards as they patrolled the edge.]

I have not experienced it in this weather.

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[moralitypet]

It'd be a shame for something that belongs to you to rot away because of this world not being fit for it. Um, but if you don't mind me being intrusive...

How? [ Really, how does one's existence cause a castle to appear? ]

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[of_the_lake]

The exact logistics of it are beyond me. I only realized I could do such a thing half an hour ago, young lady.

[Even if he could explain it--why would he subject her to it?]

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[preyed]

[Her eyes are wide.]

You have a castle.

[And are only just now talking about it?]

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[of_the_lake]

Apparently, so. [Hey, he's surprised, too.

Pausing, Berserker looked suddenly sheepish.]

Would you like to see it?

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[preyed]

[Don't turn shy on her now. Her eyes lit up a little.]

Please.

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[of_the_lake]

I am by the northern city limits. Shall I escort you out? The guards take little kindness to those who peacefully request to leave.

[A perfect opportunity to creepily sniff her hair while he holds her or just to be useful. Either or.]

[showmeyourwreath]

[Dude, she has one word for this.

SWAAAAAAAAAAAAG.]

You have a castle.

[of_the_lake]

I always have. I was simply not aware it could be taken with me until I considered it on a whim.

[He said this, doing nothing to imply anything rude or be mean to Flora in general.

Nothing at all.]

[showmeyourwreath]

[That is...certainly different. She's suddenly concerned, but not for the difference in attitude.]

Did that take a lot out of you? Do you need me to be close to you?

[of_the_lake]

If you would like to come and see it.

[He didn't think much of the cost of energy. Flora and Vera had an overabundance of it and even after that, the cost of the castle itself was tied to his fame. The 'infamy' of Lancelot bolstered most of the magical cost.]

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[onemistress]

[ Elizabeth is surprised to say the least, her breath taken a little. It's once again a little like home.

But then she smiles, for him she is determined to smile because he cannot seem to do it himself. ]

It is beautiful, sir, your castle.

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[of_the_lake]

I've heard, madame. As a soldier, you lose sight of such things. You have my thanks.

[His mind was more concerned with the battlements. The sturdiness of the walls. The gaps between each stone. If anything was imperfect, then enemies could penetrate the walls even if the gates were closed.

He didn't think about the tapestries or the halls or the furniture. They were simply things necessary for soldiers when they rested.]

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[onemistress]

I imagine there are greater concerns. Have you thought of canons for the walls?

[ She knew now about the importance about that after the hours spending pondering the wars to the north. ]

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[of_the_lake]

At best, there are catapults. It would take little effort to find cannons in the city, though.

The armory itself is dense.

[Though, he wasn't sure if Elizabeth knew how pointless cannons would be for aerial attacks.]

Though, most others seem displeased with my walls.