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Betrayal at House on the Hill

[ You sleep, the ground cold beneath your cheek. The ground is hard as stone, cold marble beneath a fine layer of dust that doesn't come anywhere near acting as a cushion. The dust stirs with your breathing.

>> Wake up ]

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Ah -- well, I thought this might be the case, but it looks like it. What a pain!

[ with a lofty shrug ]

It's a long story, but I'm not human to begin with. The point of the matter is that I've run out of mana, so I don't have much time left. It looks like I'll be returning sooner than I thought after all.

But you managed to get out of there. That's great. Keep fighting, eh, Miles?

[ He's hallucinating now, as close to death as he is. That's what's happening. Okay, he'll play along. ]

Mana? What? Returning where?

[ oh look her feet are disappearing. fun ]

To the Throne of Heroes. I'm a Spirit, of sorts -- a ghost. Hey, you wouldn't happen to be a magus, would you?

[ with a laugh, like it's a joke ]

[ Her feet are disappearing. ]

What the hell is a magus?

A person who uses magic, obviously! Damn, you are some kind of idiot. Anyway, the point is, so long as I'm not tied to a source of energy like a magus I'll disappear. Tch, you're going to make me explain this shit?

[ She's going to disappear. That's ... probably for the best, but dammit, enough people have died already tonight. He forces himself to sit up, pressing his hand to his wound. By now his whole shirt is soaked with blood. ]

Energy. I've got - something like that. Superpowers. Damned porter gave them to us.

[ It's all magic to him, anyway. ]

Hah? Seriously?

[ takes

a moment. ]

. . . Well, damn; it was a joke.

[ a beat ]

You're sure about this?

[ He manages a manic sort of grin. The image is likely helped by all the blood smeared all over himself. ]

You have to keep me alive if you do, right? If I die, you die.

. . . . . . You're pretty cunning, I'll give you that.

Fine then! Contract with me and I'll keep you alive! I'll only warn you once now though, I'm a Saber class, Saber! I take a lot of energy, so you'd better have enough!

We're going to find out, aren't we?

[ He holds out his hand to her. ]

I accept your contract.

[ taking his hand, then, with a glowing transparent hand of her own -- insert ritual I don't actually know how it works Fate/ is kind of wonky like that, but the contract or whatnot is sealed.

miles will feel a burning pain on his left hand -- three red marks appear in a pattern, and Saber forms to be solid, no longer glowing. when she's stopped glowing, all of her wounds seem to heal, or at least begin the process of healing. for himself, it's going to be, completely draining sorry bro.

he can see her parameters -- particularly, Class: Saber. True Name: Mordred, Knight of Rebellion. ]

Ah, that's much better! Now, then!

[ picking him up, ]

Alright, let's find ourselves a car! Master, hang in there!

[ Welp. He sure did contract with a tiny girl embodiment of Mordred who is apparently a sword ghost. This sure is his life.

He stares down at the marks on his hand. Stares up at her and her parameters. She was not kidding about that drain. His vision swims for a moment and he nearly faints on the spot. Good thing she's carrying him now; he can barely lift his head. ]

Mordred?

[ it's totally a bridal carry sorry bro ]

Hm? What is it, Master?

[ oh whatever. he's so done with today. he's super done. ]

Arthurian legend. That Mordred.

And? What of it?

... You've surprised me too. With - appearances.

[ He laughs a little, painfully. Ow. ]

[ . . . very carefully, like, she's being very patient right now ]

Just so you know, even if we have a contract, I won't stand for any comments about my appearance. Drop the subject.

[ anyway we're just going to leap like

really high into the air gomen

time 2 look for a road that might have a car that i can jack ]

All right, all right. It's just --

[ Probably for the best he didn't finish that sentence. The sudden jump into the air sure took care of that.

Looks like somebody's driving a minivan down there. ]

[ COOL

LANDING, FUCKING, IN FRONT OF THAT MINIVAN. JUST FUCKING IN FRONT OF IT.

GUESS WHO'S GOING TO TERRORIZE THIS POOR COUPLE INTO SITTING IN THE BACK SO SHE CAN COMMANDEER THIS ]

[ sorry random people. Miles waves weakly at them in apology. And then he is passing the fuck out. ]

[ good because now you don't have to deal with me going literally 120mph to find a fucking hospital. i am breaking so many fucking traffic laws right now ]

[ He wakes up just enough to occasionally stare out the window and make very alarmed noises. oh god he wants this dream to stop already. ]

Haha! Don't worry about it, Master! Just sit back and relax!!

[ she's driving in the opposing lane

probably a good idea to go back to sleep ]

How am I supposed to relax--!

[ but he's going to pass out again, thanks a lot mordred ]

You're doing a fine enough job already!

[ I DON'T KNOW IF YOU WANT TO KEEP GOING OR END IT HERE IN ANY CASE SHE'S WHACKY SPEED RIDE THAT MIGHT INVOLVE SOME COPS BUT HE'S GETTING TO A HOSPITAL!!!! EVENTUALLY!!! SOON ENOUGH!! REALLY QUICKLY!! ]

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