[MEMORIES 7, 8, 9, 10, 11]

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Hypnotizing Glen and Martha Mckenzie into believing he's their grandson. (trivial neutral)

[Game 320 - country creation - Scathatch | Day 411 | shareable 4/5 (kitten ring; wear)]

Offscreen implied-canon memory.

+ Taken offscreen.
+ A little more guilt over this than he felt at the time in canon.

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Mealtime with the McKenzies...and "Alexei." (trivial negative)

[Game 321 - cooking contest - Maleficent | Day 412 | nonshareable (teabag w/ rose decal; brew/drink)]

Summary - Episode ???

+ Taken offscreen.

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Interrupting the fight between Saber and Lancer. "The true meaning of the slaughter between magi -- I will pass the terror and the pain of the kill onto you without any reservation." [...] "Only one brave enough to ride into battle at my side can be my Master." (significant neutral)

[Game 323 - beliefs - Handless Faith | Day 414 | shareable 3/4 (slowly melting silver heart; warm in hand)]

Scene transcript: Episodes 4-5.

+ HIDEOUS EMBARRASMENT and not a little rage, Rider dere???, wow Kayneth is an asshole.
+ Realizing consciously that he was way in over his head re: the Grail War.
+ Real name get . . .
+ Taken offscreen.

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Classes and study; finding that he quite enjoys the work. (trivial positive)

[Game 324 - kissing - Goldilocks | Day 418 | shareable 1/2 (wrapped box; unwrap)]

Pre-canon memory.

+ Taken offscreen. Not a tremendously impactive memory; just reinforcing that he did find fulfillment and satisfaction in being a mage student personally even if the social scene was crap for him.

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Overseeing the sale of the Velvet family assets to afford tuition. No one seriously believes he'll make it. (significant neutral)

[Game 328 - the story of a princess - Scathatch | Day 422 | shareable 3/4 (lit crystal; hold in hand)]

Pre-canon memory.

+ Taken offscreen.
+ 50 bitter about his heritage points.
+ 50 wanting to do his name proud -- an impetus for using his real name more...?

Comments

MEMORY 9

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The memory opens with a heart-stopping plunge towards a broad city street, in a thunderous chariot drawn by a pair of lowing bulls. It's nighttime; there are three figures visible on the ground -- Irisviel, Saber and Lancer, the latter two poised to attack each other -- who are shocked by the chariot's appearance. Lightning strikes the earth between them, and Rider lets out an ululating war cry next to Waver as the chariot meets the ground.

Rider: Both of you, sheathe your blades. You are in the presense of a king -- Iskander, King of Conquerors! In this Grail War, I am of the Rider class.

Waver stares up at Rider, absolutely horrified -- Servants aren't supposed to give away their identities or classes, to maintain an advantage over the enemy. He yanks on Rider's cape.

Waver: Wh-what are you thinking, you idiot!?

Rider...flicks Waver between the eyes with a single finger, knocking him down to the floor of the chariot.

Rider: Fate has brought us together to do battle for the Grail, but first, I wish to make a proposition. What think you of yielding the Grail to me, and joining my army? You would be treated as honored allies, and together we would share in the joy of world conquest!
Lancer: [shaking his head] I'm afraid I must decline. I may give the Grail to but one man: my new avowed lord. Not to you, Rider!
Saber: Did you interfere with our battle mainly to proffer that ridiculous plan? This is a grave offense against my honor!
Rider: Hmm...I'd be willing to discuss terms...
Saber/Lancer: Shut up!
Saber: And further, I am the rightful King of Britain. I could never lower myself to mere retainer, even in service to a mighty king.
Rider: King of Britain, say you...what a surprise! I'd hardly have expected the King of Knights to be a little girl.
Saber: Then would you like to taste this little girl's blade, King of Conquerors?

She brandishes her blade. Waver picks himself up just in time to see this and is understandably dismayed.

Rider: Hahh...I suppose negotiations have failed. Such a waste. What a shame...
Waver: RIIIIDER! What is wrong with you!

Waver starts hammering on Rider's side with his tiny fists . . . only to be interrupted by an amplified -- and unexpectedly familiar -- voice. The speaker (Kayneth Archibald, Waver's evocation professor) is unseen, talking from some hidden vantage point. Waver, and the other combatants on the ground, glance around wildly; Waver, now clinging to Rider's cape, almost trying to hide behind him, begins to shake with fear.

Kayneth: So you were the one, eh? I'd wondered what madness had compelled you to steal my relic. I never imagined that you yourself planned to enter the Holy Grail War...Waver Velvet. How would you like me to tutor you privately? The true meaning of the slaughter between magi -- I will pass the terror and the pain of the kill onto you without any reservation. Be honored.

Waver, still shaking, subsides to his knees on the floor of the chariot, clutching at his hair; he's on the verge of tears. There's a warm weight on his back, knocking him out of the terrified spiral, and he turns to look -- it's Rider's hand, and Rider is smiling down at him.

Rider: Mage! So you were to be my Master, rather than this boy. That's absurd...only one brave enough to ride into battle at my side can be my Master. A coward, without even sufficient courage to show himself, is nowhere near being worthy! Gahahahahaha!
Kayneth: Tch!

Waver's shocked, touched by the defense, and angry about being touched by the defense and showing his fright so publicly in front of Kayneth . . . the memory cuts off.