Oh, good! Then I'll have to explore - please call me if you need me, Master!
[Yep, he's off, up the stairs and down the hall. Before long there's the sound of doors opening and closing, and eventually a toilet flushing; naturally toilets aren't of any real concern for a servant, but he definitely wanted to see that thing called plumbing in action. Fascinating.]
[Oh, Tokiomi. You can't hide from it. Eventually (several hours later, when all the drawers and closets and things have been investigated and an ornate fork and a candle stick have been claimed as his own personal treasures), he'll appear on the basement staircase, fork in hand, thoroughly entertained.]
What a place this world has become! I look forward to living in it for a time!
When you summoned me, I received ample information about this era's technology - You're not curious about Gameboys? Such things would have been unheard of in my era.
It means-- [wow definitions are hard] It's not meant just as a word. It's an idea. You must be poised, graceful, and hardworking with great self-control. You must place the future of your family and of the world above your own wishes and never do anything to jeopardize magecraft, no matter what. You cant be wasteful, but you mustn't hesitate to make reasonable sacrifices for the best outcome. Those ideals are what I wish to grow into as a Tohsaka head.
[Gil smiles - he's not sure how people his age normally behave in this era, but he's of the impression that amongst them, his master must be exceptional. To be prudent, to place the needs of others about your own, to lead by example - wasn't that what he wanted to be as King?
Ah, but it's a lonely station, isn't it? His master must understand that as well, living in such a big house, speaking of family but having no one else around.
Gil knows how those things weigh; he knows that, for himself, they weighed too much, even for someone as blessed and honored as himself. In the end he let his knees buckle, and somehow (though he cannot completely recall how himself) he betrayed all the good he had wanted to be.
He knows, for now, he shouldn't trouble himself with the "why" -- what's more important is victory for his master, and to assure that, he may have to help this master shoulder these things.]
They're splendid ideals, Master -- if you speak so resolutely of them, then I'm sure you practice them just as well! As your Servant, I'll strive to do the same.
[He is surprised to hear this. He did read the Epic, of course. This boy is nothing like he'd expected to deal with. He'd pictured cruelty and violent arrogance. Arrogance he's got, but the Gilgamesh in front of him isn't frightening. Instead he's charming, enthusiastic, bold -- all the things Tokiomi isn't and secretly, just a little bit, wishes he could be.
And yet a person so grand claims to find his ideals "splendid". It reaffirms Tokiomi's will to represent them properly, but it also makes him feel more confident and lighthearted than he'd felt since his parents died.]
You really think-- Ah, that is-- I'm very honored to have your partnership, Saber.
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[Then he pauses, looking down at his clothes]
Though if you must be concerned, I can change into something more suitable.
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[and maybe he can convince gil to stay inside this way!]
Ah, but my clothes likely wouldn't fit you. Perhaps it's better to wait until Kirei can go shopping?
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[He looks ready to go run amok through the house, honest. Just kinda peering up the stairs, down the hall, holy shit dis house]
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[Yep, he's off, up the stairs and down the hall. Before long there's the sound of doors opening and closing, and eventually a toilet flushing; naturally toilets aren't of any real concern for a servant, but he definitely wanted to see that thing called plumbing in action. Fascinating.]
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Tokiomi's just going to go back to the basement and work on... something.]
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What a place this world has become! I look forward to living in it for a time!
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Calmly attempts to retrieve that fork?]
There are a lot of other things outside, if you want to see "technology". I don't see the point, personally.
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When you summoned me, I received ample information about this era's technology - You're not curious about Gameboys? Such things would have been unheard of in my era.
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A plastic box you can carry with you and play games with! Perhaps I will find one to satisfy my curiosity!
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Ah, but it's a lonely station, isn't it? His master must understand that as well, living in such a big house, speaking of family but having no one else around.
Gil knows how those things weigh; he knows that, for himself, they weighed too much, even for someone as blessed and honored as himself. In the end he let his knees buckle, and somehow (though he cannot completely recall how himself) he betrayed all the good he had wanted to be.
He knows, for now, he shouldn't trouble himself with the "why" -- what's more important is victory for his master, and to assure that, he may have to help this master shoulder these things.]
They're splendid ideals, Master -- if you speak so resolutely of them, then I'm sure you practice them just as well! As your Servant, I'll strive to do the same.
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And yet a person so grand claims to find his ideals "splendid". It reaffirms Tokiomi's will to represent them properly, but it also makes him feel more confident and lighthearted than he'd felt since his parents died.]
You really think-- Ah, that is-- I'm very honored to have your partnership, Saber.
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[And goodness, this basement of yours is full of stuff; he leans over Tokiomi to peer at all the things on the desk, for starters.]
...ah, is this place your study?
[Are those gems?]
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[And he is so so proud of it!]
It was my father's and his before him.
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[He reaches for a book on the desk, then stops, fingers almost touching, to give Tokiomi a questioning look. He can touch this, right?]
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[now let me finish putting my day's worth of energy into this shiny thing]
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