CMO 2018 EDITION

[eonflamewing]

I am, once again, in hell.
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[painalty]

[The last thing his Master needs, in Sanson's opinion, is another night of sharing his dreams, his memories. That was honestly one of the reasons why he didn't often sleep. And though some of his dreams were pleasant (those of his wife and children, for instance), most were filled with blood, death and dread.

So he walks into the lounge, hands in his pockets, only mildly surprised to find the light still on. Servants did not need to sleep; doubtless some would just be frittering away the night until a new day dawned. Or in this case, one.

There was also the welcome and more surprising scent of tea in the air, and he automatically gravitates toward the source, curious as to who would be brewing tea tonight.]

I half-expected Amadeus to still be up, drinking at the piano.

[SANSON CAN BE RUDE SOMETIMES.]

[erstderletzt]

[ Archer blinks at him as he speaks, blue eyes narrowing slightly to bring his expression towards one of adequate disapproval. ]

Even the wild ones must exhaust their energy eventually.

[ Was there a touch of disdain in his voice? Perhaps, but it might also just be a figment of Sanson's imagination.

He gestures to the pot and china in front of him with a single sweep of his book-free hand ]

Any tea for you?

[painalty]

[Amadeus, to begin with, had quite a lot of energy. But that is a conversation for another time. Sanson doesn't really care much about whether or not he detected any disdain in Archer's voice (really, he doesn't blame people if they feel disdain toward Mozart...or himself).

The offer of tea does bring a faint smile to his face.]

Yes, thank you. [He tentatively takes the seat in front of the other Servant, trying to sit properly considering that he's still draped in that long coat of his.]

[erstderletzt]

[ Archer inclines his head before standing up and heading to retrieve another cup for Sanson. The gold decoration behind his back still remains even off the field of battle, perhaps evocative of wings.

He sets the porcelain on the table along with a small tray of sugar cubes, if Sanson wishes to take some. ]

Help yourself.

[ - is all he'll say before settling back on his seat, taking his tea in his hands again. ]

[painalty]

[The gold decoration catches Sanson's attention for a short bit, but he quickly checks himself and stops staring; it's rude, after all.

When the cup arrives at the table, Sanson begins to serve himself, hesitating before deciding to add only one sugar cube.]

Quiet nights like this have become so rare.

[erstderletzt]

[ Archer nods, closing his eyes briefly. ]

All the more to treasure them, then.

[ His gaze lingers on his book, but quickly lifts to regard Sanson once more. ]

How was your mission? I heard it was challenging.

[painalty]

[He looks up from where he had been gently stirring his tea - not haphazardly that the spoon would clink and click constantly over the porcelain.]

Yes, but it was nothing we couldn't handle. We fought large dragons before.

[erstderletzt]

[ Such courteous tea drinkers they are, as befit their station. ]

I've always wondered, how did you ground them?

[ He's capable of ground-to-air artillery, but. The Archer class truly is composed of archers. ]

[painalty]

We had a little help from Captain Drake. She insisted on accompanying us.

[Probably for the spoils of war. Lady needs a lot of dragon teeth.]

It looked like she had a lot of fun shooting them down.

[erstderletzt]

[ truly, it draws to mind the question of why the rider class is full of gunners archers. ]

Ah, as expected.

[ though he falls silent immediately after. it's evident that he's not... the best at small talk. does sanson have anything to ask him? ]

[painalty]

[THEY RIDE AND THEY SHOOT.

After stirring his tea, he raises his cup and takes a sip. There's nothing in particular Sanson wants to ask him, but...]

Of course, once the dragon was grounded, we took over. Not that that would stop her from joining in anyway.

[Drake was strong, but she didn't have class advantage. But Voyager of the Storm was a major help in strengthening Assassins who generally didn't have a lot of attack power.]