[Thank you Tristan. Thank you. He's thankful it's you and not like, Bedivere in here. That would be horrible for a variety of reasons.]
That's out of the way at least. I do not know why they keep going in that direction.
[But it's onto the next question:
Cat girls, fox girls or bunny girls? Okay... He has never thought of that and just chooses bunny girls out of easy. Fox girls have a bad association for him anyways.]
Well I shall just say for a hint, that it's the ones that have the magazine.
[ That would be horrible. This is still horrible, but it's not the worst. ]
I do not think I want to know.
[ It's like trying to match them up and he doesn't want to think about that.
And uh...he looks at this next question. What does this even mean? Fox girls are also on Tristan's troublesome list at best so it's between cats and bunnies. Gawain gives him a hint, and it takes him a moment to think on it (do you think he reads that or something?!) before he nods. ]
[ Thank goodness. It might have asked about their preferences in underwear next, or something even WORSE. Things he doesn't want Gawain to have to think about about him.
He watches the points tallying for a second, getting the idea that the machine may actually tell them they're compatible (god forbid). ]
Agreed. We will forget this ever happened.
[ Especially when their score dings and congratulates them for being A GREAT MATCH. ]
[There are plenty of things they know about one another of course. All the knights know of matters better kept out of the ears of any wives or ladies. But that's not the same as knowing these fine details...]
I suppose there are worse ways to be reunited.
[He sighs and then blinks at their score and can't help but laugh a little.]
I mean having a bad score would be worse, I think?
[ Tristan nods and tries to flatten himself against the safe wall as best he can.
He may not be completely familiar with Galatine but he's seen it in action enough to know to stay out of the way. And thank goodness a full on noble phantasm wasn't used because there is definitely not enough room for that.
It's still an extremely extra way to get out of a booth though.
But Tristan doesn't need to be told twice to start taking off and escaping from the mess they've just made. ]
[Gawain can be a man of excessive force, but even he knows when to tone it down. A full Galatine blast would probably result in more than a little collateral damage and that's not knightly at all.
Neither is just running past the shouting attendants, far too fast to catch thankfully.]
Haha, if anyone ever asks about this, we need to make it sound better!
[Gawain laughs actually, even though he's going to feel a littly guilty later on.]
Pretty well. I fought a pegasus and nearly died, but otherwise, there are few complaints to be had.
And what of you? You seem to be in good health, but I have never been able to truly tell.
[Not a jab, just a simple truth. Tristan was always the odd one, even among the collection of oddities that was the Round Table. So melancholy that it was a general state, so you had to learn what was just was grief and what was Tristan being Tristan.]
[ But it's good he survived, he supposes?! Why would he need to fight a pegasus...
Shaking his head, he decides to move on from that for the time being. It's true, he's 100% sad all the time, but he seems to be an okay level of sad at the moment. ]
I am well enough. It's a little troubling to be here, but nothing terrible has happened so far.
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Of course they'd get this question. Of course they would.
Most of the Knights of the Round Table are... involved with the ladies, that's true. And Gawain has been very straightforward about what he likes.
Tristan punches the "DDD" answer with his finger. ]
Hm. This one.
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That's out of the way at least. I do not know why they keep going in that direction.
[But it's onto the next question:
Cat girls, fox girls or bunny girls? Okay... He has never thought of that and just chooses bunny girls out of easy. Fox girls have a bad association for him anyways.]
Well I shall just say for a hint, that it's the ones that have the magazine.
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I do not think I want to know.
[ It's like trying to match them up and he doesn't want to think about that.
And uh...he looks at this next question. What does this even mean? Fox girls are also on Tristan's troublesome list at best so it's between cats and bunnies. Gawain gives him a hint, and it takes him a moment to think on it (do you think he reads that or something?!) before he nods. ]
I see. Then it must be this one.
[ He presses the bunny answer. ]
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He doesn't want to know what the purpose of these questions are, but he is glad that they at least seem to be on the same page here.]
I think... maybe that is it at last? Maybe.
[And yes, the machine is actually tallying up their score, and taking it's sweet time.]
I believe we should promise to never speak of this again, least someone get the wrong impression. Especially not to any fellow knights.
[That would be dreadful.]
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[ Thank goodness. It might have asked about their preferences in underwear next, or something even WORSE. Things he doesn't want Gawain to have to think about about him.
He watches the points tallying for a second, getting the idea that the machine may actually tell them they're compatible (god forbid). ]
Agreed. We will forget this ever happened.
[ Especially when their score dings and congratulates them for being A GREAT MATCH. ]
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I suppose there are worse ways to be reunited.
[He sighs and then blinks at their score and can't help but laugh a little.]
I mean having a bad score would be worse, I think?
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Not many, but some I suppose.
[ He nods in agreement. ]
Would it? Yes. Perhaps... it is nice, to have someone who understands me around.
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It is a relief. I am glad to see you again, Sir Tristan. It makes me wish I had encountered you sooner. but well, at least we are reunited.
Even if it is in a booth.
[That asked them dirty questions.]
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Do you think the others are here as well?
[ The Knights of the Round Table, that is. And their king too, but that's less implied as the former. ]
It will let us out of the booth, won't it?
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[He hasn't yet run into Mordred, or else he might be a little more reserved on that account.]
I think it shall.
[Gawain pushed at the door, which didn't budge. He frowned, shaking his head.]
Unless it is stuck...?
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[ Definitely would have mentioned Mordred by now.
He frowns though as the door doesn't really budge. ]
Well, let me try.
[ As if Gawain doesn't have the strength. But anyway, he gives it a jiggle and it doesn't budge there either. Maybe there's a waiting period. ]
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[Lancelot would probably have been okay. Right at home even.
Gawain grimaces at it and then knocks, calling out to the person who shoved them in. Nothing though.]
...Don't tell me I have to break down another door.
[Percival isn't here to pay this time.]
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[ Maybe Gawain is ill suited too...squint.
But Lancelot definitely would be okay here.
Tristan looks at the door, frowning.
How on earth are you supposed to open it? ]
You might as well. If there's no other way.
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[Gawain may or may not handle it. Such things can go either way with him.
But after a moment, Gawain sighs and draws out his sword.]
...Alright, step back then friend. And as dishonorable as it is, be prepared to run once we are free.
[Can it really be called dishonorable when the door was broken and Gawain had to save them?]
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[ Nevermind that Tristan is prone to tragedy. It's fine.
Tristan moves himself back as far as he can, watching Gawain with his sword.
They must do what they have to to survive, that's what Tristan will tell himself. ]
I am ready.
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[He is glad for Tristan's understanding. He knows what must be done, as any knight should.
But Gawain takes and activates Galatine and doesn't even hesitate to strike.
It's not an actual noble phantasm blasting forth of course. That would be silly.
It's more like the equivalent of taking a giant welding torch and slicing the door clean open.
Gawain doesn't hesitate or wait for anyone to cry out. It's time to run.]
Let's go!
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[ Tristan nods and tries to flatten himself against the safe wall as best he can.
He may not be completely familiar with Galatine but he's seen it in action enough to know to stay out of the way. And thank goodness a full on noble phantasm wasn't used because there is definitely not enough room for that.
It's still an extremely extra way to get out of a booth though.
But Tristan doesn't need to be told twice to start taking off and escaping from the mess they've just made. ]
Hurry!
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A full Galatine blast would probably result in more than a little collateral damage and that's not knightly at all.
Neither is just running past the shouting attendants, far too fast to catch thankfully.]
Haha, if anyone ever asks about this, we need to make it sound better!
[Gawain laughs actually, even though he's going to feel a littly guilty later on.]
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And Tristan wastes no time in running past the attendants either.
They can't be to blame for that faulty booth! ]
Rather than making it sound any special way, I'd rather pretend it didn't happen.
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And even if they somehow were, there really aren't any unfun party poopers here to say otherwise.
And what Master doesn't know won't hurt her.]
Then we can do that. In face, it already didn't!
[Gawain really, really doesn't want to dwell on any knight's preferences.]
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But yes. Perhaps they have gotten away with this small crime.
Very small crime. Hardly even a crime at all. It was self defense.
They were going to run out of oxygen! (Even though Servants probably don't need that...) ]
Of course. This is the first time we're meeting. Here in this place.
[ Yeah I mean they might come in handy, but for now... let us ignore. ]
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And they can begin to slow down now, Gawain panting happily, though he's still exhilarated. Which is totally unbecoming.]
Yes of course. Well met, Sir Tristan.
[Yes, that info will be tucked away in a place in Gawain's mind that he will never have to access hopefully.]
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Tristan is equally out of breath, grateful to be able to slow down and worry less now. ]
Yes. Well met, Sir Gawain. How have you fared?
[ Aside from the thing that they are ignoring right now. ]
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And what of you? You seem to be in good health, but I have never been able to truly tell.
[Not a jab, just a simple truth. Tristan was always the odd one, even among the collection of oddities that was the Round Table. So melancholy that it was a general state, so you had to learn what was just was grief and what was Tristan being Tristan.]
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[ But it's good he survived, he supposes?! Why would he need to fight a pegasus...
Shaking his head, he decides to move on from that for the time being. It's true, he's 100% sad all the time, but he seems to be an okay level of sad at the moment. ]
I am well enough. It's a little troubling to be here, but nothing terrible has happened so far.
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