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[Introspection]

[Well, this was a weird way to start the day. When Bedivere had gone to sleep, he was in Chaldea. The next thing he knew, he was sitting on a moving bus. And that wasn't the end of it, oh no.

To make a long story short, he's spent the past hour or so being introduced to his new home here in town. Apparently the small farm he's standing on right now belongs to him, or so he's told. He's got a run-down house, the remains of a greenhouse, a cluttered field, a set of old tools, and a bag of radish seeds. But most importantly, he knows that he can go home any time he wishes and none will be the wiser.

And that last bit got him thinking. When was the last time he was truly able to make an earnest living? He's spent so long traveling and fighting for humanity that he's almost forgotten what it's like to remain in one place and live in peace. Perhaps, just perhaps, this is something he needs right now. And if it isn't, then he can just return to Chaldea and things will go back to normal.

And he's not alone. Other people seem to be in the same boat. Might as well see about meeting some.]

[Video]

[The video feed shows a young-looking, handsome man, wearing what appears to be armor on his upper body.]

Hello, everyone. I saw people were introducing themselves, and thought I should probably join them.

My name is Bedivere.

[He'd normally be more cautious about giving out his true name, but he's curious to see how many people will make the connection to the King Arthur mythos. Plus this place is supposed to be peaceful.]

I happen to be one of our newest arrivals, and have just been shown to where I will be living. I must admit, I had no expectations of having to do farm work when I awoke this morning!

[He smiles after making that remark. It feels so quaint to him to end up farming.]

But I have faith I can do a good job. I'm afraid I only have a few radish seeds now, but hopefully I can start selling vegetables to the town soon enough.

Feel free to contact me at any time, either in person or online. I look forward to meeting new faces.

[With that, the feed ends.]

[Action]

[After making his broadcast, Bedivere gets to work. He has to clean off a patch of land in order to plant his seeds, so he pulls out his axe, pickaxe, and sickle and gets to work cutting up grass and weeds, cutting down trees, and breaking apart rocks.

Once he's cleared a decently-sized portion of land, he stops. Really, he could clear the entire parcel of land in one go if he wanted to, but it's probably better to do it step-by-step. Instead, he gets his hoe, watering can, and seeds, and starts to till the ground and plant the radish seeds.

There are two things notable about Bedivere during all of this. The first is that, despite the hot summer sun bearing down on him the entire time, Bedivere is working in the very same armor he arrived in. He has shed no part of it in order to work. The second is that his right arm is clearly artificial, looking at the designs on the forearm and the joints. It also appears to be made of pure silver.

Anyone is free to approach him at any point as he works.]

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[Well, she can't argue with that one; she'd been taking it for granted all this time that she happened to be in her own normal clothes when she ended up on that bus, and that could just as easily not have been the case. Damn, she's luckier than she realized. A lot of that Heroic Spirit business gear isn't exactly suited to small town farming life . . .

What really matters here is that he seems to be at ease, even though he must know he's in the presence of another Servant. She relaxes further herself. This is getting to be a real good track record of Servants who don't want to fight over evil magic cups.]

It's obvious now that you say it. I was lucky enough to have some clothing with me that doesn't make me stand out as much as I might otherwise. . . . Even in armor, you look like you know what you're doing more than I do in jeans.

[Bedivere ponders that for a moment. Medusa had spent most of her life on the Shapeless Isle with her sisters, where farming would have been of no concern. He, on the other hand, had more experience with farming hamlets.]

I can attribute that in part to my past. As a knight, I had spent some time traveling between villages, and I had opportunities to both observe farmers at work and contribute to the efforts myself. I am also quite at ease in my armor -- since it's what I wear into battle.

But I confess that having more suitable clothes would be more convenient. Already I've had a number of people question me about my armor. On the other hand, I imagine you have had plenty of people compliment you for how stylish you look.

[And that is an honest compliment from him. He does believe Medusa looks quite good in her current outfit.]

[It's not by coincidence that this knight reminds Rider of Saber, though of course she doesn't know that; still, there's something familiar about talking to him. But the compliment takes her by surprise. That wasn't part of the nostalgic script!

If there were literally anyone else present, Medusa would assume he'd suddenly begun talking to them instead. As it is, she has no choice but to accept that, no, he meant her. Her? Stylish?]

Ah . . . um. I wouldn't call myself fashionable. I just like to be comfortable. Actually, my friends bother me to do more clothes shopping, but . . .

[Buuuut that's a whole boring tangent, and she's embarrassed she even began it, and trails off. Ahem.]

Are you a Saber, by any chance?

Well, I certainly think you look fashionable! It's a look that suits you well.

[This he says with a sincere smile.]

That is correct. I am Sir Bedivere, Knight of the Round Table. I was serving as one of Chaldea's Servants before I was brought here.

[That part was both his being courteous and checking to see what she knows. He needs to know what she knows, if anything, about Chaldea before he knows how to continue.]

[Nope; he's met with a look of mild puzzlement. The word Chaldea is one she's heard before, but not in the context he means it. As far as she's aware of, it's a very ancient region far from where any Knight of the Round Table would have ever set foot, and so the two concepts don't go together; he probably means something else, right? Someone's name?

At least she knows a little something about Bedivere's king, but that's where it ends. After a few beats, she shakes her head the tiniest bit.]

I've heard of you. But I've never heard of Chaldea. . . . My true name is Medusa, but I would rather go by Rider for now.

[She's not ready yet for the awkwardness of introducing herself to normal humans as Medusa.]

[Bedivere nods. He's not surprised, since Servant memory is a tricky thing. In that case, he won't go into detail -- at least not yet. ]

I see. Even so, I appreciate your honesty, and I am flattered that you have heard of me, Medu -- I'm sorry, Rider.

[He's aware of how seldom he appears in tales of King Arthur -- typically only as a footnote as the first Knight of the Round Table and the only knight present for the king's death. He can also guess why Medusa would be hesitant with her true name.]

You are free to address me either by my true name or my class, whichever you prefer. It's a pleasure to meet you and speak to you like this.