fate/stay drunk; (open)

[ex_cashcow493]

WHO: Saber the Blue, Saber the Red, Gilgamesh, Enkidu, Rider, Final Dead Lancer, and I'm not sure who else. I'll edit accordingly later!
WHERE: Some poor tavern in Goldenrod City
WHEN: August 21st (backdated)
SUMMARY: What happens when you get a bunch of ancient heroes together to drink?
RATING: PG13+ for drinking shenanigans and possibly violence. It's possible with this crowd.
LOG:

It had been impossible to secure a place for them to drink on their own. A world like this has no need to stop their operations for any man who claims to be a king. Much like for any young maiden who made the very same claim. So here they were, heroes throughout time and worlds, sitting together at a couple tables side-by-side to accommodate them. Heaven help any random passerby who thought it might be a good idea to join in...

(( Open drinking log! Make your own prompts and do your own prose/action spam! ))

Comments

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Exhaustion etched itself onto the face of one Arturia Pendragon through darkened eyes and lids that can barely stay up on their own. The last time she had a drink with Gilgamesh and Alexander present, it didn't go over well. No, both of those tyrants teamed up to insult her vision as a king. Gilgamesh (summoned under the class of Archer) ridiculed her, while Alexander (summoned under the class of Rider) rejected her. The experience, while memorable, had left her with many doubts.

Doubts that begun to wear her down during her stay here. To live a second life free from the title of “King” was one she didn't deserve, but was one that Rider had wished for. How happy he must be to have his wish granted and the jovial demeanor he often displays must be proof enough for it.

When Merlin had been here, Saber found herself happy for the first time in her life. He taught her to smile and that it was alright to be herself, for she was not only the greatest king Albion had ever known, but the most noble, kind, and caring person he has ever met. Such words brought her happinesss even in the darkest times. So for those who might take notice of her in the far back, they can see her looking over a piece of paper with a small smile on her face.

Her drink remains untouched for now though. ]

[hetairoooyjenkins]

*MASSIVE HAND clapping down on her shoulder.*

I should hope that the King of Knights could handle her drink as well as she could her blade. Drink up!

Wow sorry I am really slow right now :(

[ex_cashcow493]

[ That's going to hurt in the morning. Possibly more than her pride if the one in red wanders too close to her. ]

Have I not proven myself a worthy opponent on a battlefield such as this before, Rider?

[axeatyourside]

[It was Enkidu who had suggested drinking and transmitted the idea to Saber, so it only felt appropriate to say hello. Or at least make an awkward noise and give a pleasant grin] Nice to speak to you in the flesh.

I'm sorry for not getting back to this sooner.

[ex_cashcow493]

Is it not a better experience? [ Saber can say that it is herself, but that much is obvious from the softer tone she addresses him with. ] I am not fond of the artifacts we must use for communication, but they are handy.

You certainly have lived up to the expectations I have of you thus far. [ A fit body and kind enough to pay her visit? Worth the compliment. ]

[namelesshero]

[this would mark the first time they'd met. ...in quite some time. seeing the small smile on her face from afar, he'd managed to slip away from the Empress of Rome easily enough while she busied herself with the countless glasses. reminiscing about something...or someone. she was distant from the others, and to the red-clad knight, she felt distant to him as well. her words upon his arrival in the Pokémon world were clear in his mind, and yet he wouldn't blame her for any of it. he had yet to indulge himself with a drink, though with or without one, Archer needed no extra courage to confront the King of Knights as he did. what would happen? how long had it been on Saber's end since she last saw the bowman?]

You haven't touched your drink once. I'm starting to think it's just a formality, Saber.

[though his arms are crossed, his smile is neither sinister nor kind, etched and shrouded in the same sense of mystery seen in many battles of the past. though within those tired eyes of his were words that didn't even need to be said. "Long time no see."]

[ex_cashcow493]

Archer?

[ After the earlier events, she's taken by surprise at being approached by anyone, much less him. Having spoken briefly with him over the gear, his appearance has left the unguarded maiden more vulnerable than she would like. ]

I find no pleasure in these drinks. [ Honestly spoken as expected of her, she glances at the glass before her. ] You may have it if you like.

[ Stiff as to be expected. The girl has barely changed in her mind frame. Although if one was to add meat somehow to the mix, surely she might find an excuse then to enjoy the festivities about her. ]

I had business to conduct here in Goldenrod City. Now that I have finished, I should return to Celadon with haste.

[riastrad_ridire]

[This was nice. It had been much too long since he'd been drinking in the company of kings and fellow knights; there was some measure of nostalgia to it now. His current company was hardly Ferdiad, Conall Cernach, or even Conchobar, but...well, he could appreciate it for what it was.]

[Lancer really couldn't help but idly wonder just how quickly this could turn into a fight. Things never really seemed to end well with himself and Gilgamesh in the same room...on second thought, it'd probably be fine. If Gilgamesh started something, Lancer would just finish it, easy. And the same went for anyone else that pulled something.]

[ex_cashcow493]

[ But what about that time he went drinking with her? Rude. It's typical of Saber to be drawn towards the only person she's comfortable with, so make room Lancer, because she's going to wallflower behind you. ]

Loud, are they not?

[riastrad_ridire]

[Technicalities.]

I've heard louder groups.

[namelesshero]

[SURPRISE. have a fellow knight joining your table! ...whether you like it or not. he'll go back to Nero in a short while; for now have a bowman who only owns a Ditto. ...yeah. quite the trainer]

Quite the crowd. [understatement. it was a reunion of heroic proportions! literally]

[riastrad_ridire]

Guess you could say that, yeah.

[Lancer made a note to respond with punching at the first smart remark about his currently tri-colored hair.]

[Or the first smart remark.]

[He honestly just considered punching Archer now and getting it over with.]

[axeatyourside]

[So, all Enkidu had been intent on was a beer or two and maybe calm discussion followed by the usual destruction matches that followed an evening's drinking in Uruk - or storytelling, whichever happened first.

That had been before he learned that there were multiple varieties of beer available with distinct flavours and terrior, which meant the table he had scouted for himself and his friend was full of perhaps too many pint glass and a Sumerian who was besides himself in joy.]

[autocratic]

[ This one Saber the Red already has several, emptied, wine glasses in front of her by her spot on one of the tables. For someone of her size and the amount she's dunked down by this point, you'd think she'd be down for the count. Nope! Saber's still looking pretty sharp eyed and just casually swirling her current glass of classy, and no doubt expensive, red wine.

Ahhh, this was a good thing to have, in all essence. It's distracting her. It's welcome. It's in company she favors, and among kings (plus one rockman), no less! It has been too long since she's had this sort of pleasurable event, so she's in a far better mood than late. She's so glad Goldenrod has a more expansive repertoire of alcoholic drinks than Violet. Always a plus. ]

[axeatyourside]

[and here is a friendly nudge from one side, and a friendlier Sumerian giving it, pint glass in hand.] Glad to see you made it here safely.

[autocratic]

[ She glances at the nudge and chuckles at his words before taking another sip. ]

You assumed I would have trouble on my journey, Enkidu? That worried?

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Saber the Blue is just watching her from a distance. She's seen the levels of which they both can sink towards when liquor is involved, so she's taking it a bit slower tonight. Mostly so that she can provide aid in the form of dragging her out should it come to that. ]

Is it good? [ Finally, she manages to say something if only to disguise how awkward it must be for her to stare endlessly. ]

[autocratic]

[ Hah. She might not have to resort to that. Archer will be on hand should he catch a whiff the little emperor is taking things a bit too far. Maybe.

Her eyes snap to Arturia at her words, and she can only smile slightly. ] It leaves a pleasing taste, both through and after. Care to share a glass, King of Knights?

[hetairoooyjenkins]

King of Rome!

Shall we share a drink?

[autocratic]

Why not that and more, King of Conquerors! Come!

[ Take a spot, man! ]

[namelesshero]

[meanwhile, Archer's managed to avoid the liqour! ...for now at least. but he's surprised by just how much she can drink down for her size. ...it must have been a Saber thing. what with how much Saber could eat. right now he's busying himself with a glass of water. ...something no doubt that Saber would likely object to. but for now he's her babysitter. ...should she need one at least. she's holding her own!]

[likeawildbull]

["One of everything" is a perfectly acceptable order for a king, and just as much so for the dearest friend of a king. The table with its winding conga line of beer is Gilgamesh's even as it is Enkidu's, not least of all because their funds join the same treasury without any counting beforehand. Even when his friend is off mingling Gilgamesh may be found there, sampling between glasses at a leisurely pace, watching the festivities with a quiet that is almost content. After the events of earlier that day, he has far more to consider.]

[hetairoooyjenkins]

Hah! You mean to drink ALL of that, King of Heroes?

[axeatyourside]

[Enkidu comes back to his friend's side as he always does, carrying not a pitcher of beer with him but of water and two empty glasses. It's a telling sign as to where Enkidu is on his personal drunkenness scale, but it doesn't stop him from selecting yet another beer after taking a seat next to Gilgamesh, grinning.]

So. You recall your joking about hearing me sing a few weeks back?

[namelesshero]

[whereas Red Saber was favoring whichever number of glass she was on, Archer has finally given in to the festivities. not that he found that it was a pain in any sort of way. more like he was going at his own pace and he'd finally settled down with tall mug of beer. not much of the drinking type, he'd opted to be "surprised" by the bartender as to which one he'd drink. for now, he's surveying the others around him. it wasn't every day a group of Heroic Spirits got together for some drinks at a tavern. ...only in a land filled with cute creatures that fought one another, he concluded with a little smirk to himself, taking a chug from his glass]