"Sire, would you then please ofer me the honour of a nice stroll out in town as we sit in the back of my Chrysler Imperial , my manservant Saburuo will drive us in that case. Even if it is towards the catholic church." She does not sound whole pleased as she says the word catholic.
"While I am cleaning up here , please go on into the second room to the left as that is where I prepare some possible clothes for you, not knowing how you would look, something gentelmanlike that will suit your fancy should be among them."
She says that and prepares to deal with the ritual circle then. "Oh, smokes and some after shave is also present if you want to put something on."
"Very well, I shall be but a moment master."
Giving a half bow Saber turned away and headed towards the indicated room. Pushing open the door he took in the room, as hideously lavish and tasteful as he had expected. Shaking his head for a moment he studied the clothes that had been prepared for him. When his master had said that she had prepared various different clothes for him she had not misspoken. Suits of every type and colour adorned the room. Each obviously of an exceedingly high quality.
His eyes were drawn to a suit with fabric as black as his armour, with a tie to match. He felt it was befitting of a treacherous, easily forgotten knight such as himself. Astralising his armour Saber slowly slid on the suit, shrugging on the white shirt followed by the black jacket. However he stopped short of donning the tie.
This war was an opportunity after all, a chance to escape the pitiful hole he had dug for himself. Donning himself in all black may have helped him feel as if he was still in mourning, but it served no other purpose but to make him miserable. Allowing the black fabric to slip through his fingers Saber glanced back at the assembled suits.
He glimpsed a flash of red and grinned. Plucking a red tie from a similarly coloured suit he placed it around his neck. Red, a colour he could only ever associate with one person. A show of respect would be fine then.
He turned and studied himself in the mirror. Once more he felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. If he were being honest he liked this style of dress far more than what he had been forced to wear at Camelot. Perhaps it was not as practical, but it was far more comfortable than traipsing around in ceremonial armour.
"What a pair of fools we ended up being, eh Mordred. Still, at least now I have a chance to gain the ending I wanted."
He made to leave the room, but remembered something his master had mentioned. Smokes and aftershave. The grail had informed him of what they were, but it was always nice to try something out. It took him a moment to find the pack and a bottle. Absentmindedly he flicked on an expensive looking lighter, lighting one of the cigarettes he took a drag.
It was not unpleasant, perhaps it would be something he could even learn to enjoy. And he doubted any potential drawbacks would effect him much. Still, the thing that bothered him was the smell, although...
He picked up the bottle of aftershave and quickly put some on. Perfect.
Smiling to himself Saber placed pocketed the packet and the lighter and took anther drag from the cigarette. Turning he left the room and went to join his master.
