re_alignment_logs | little ladies on motorcycles. (open.)

WHO: Saber and whoever she runs into or whoever contacts her on the Link! Open.
WHERE: All around the Haven. Pick your place if you actually run into her and put it into your subject line, please?
WHEN: Today!
WHAT: Saber is testing out her fixed motorcycle! She also drives like a maniac (no exaggeration; the bike is so intense normal folk can't drive it and she doesn't even use the brakes - she uses her Prana Burst to help steer and brake), so feel free to contact her on the Link if you see her from far away (which may be done actionspam style if you like), or simply talk to her in person. (She may attract your attention since she's going about 150-200 miles per hour, just messing around.)
WARNINGS: None expected. Will change if needed.

Taking off from Alpha Trion's, Saber said good-bye to a few weeks of stuffy libraries and hello to the fresh air. Having thought ahead of time, she had brought her suit with her to change into. And it was a wise decision, as her dress was an encumbrance on her motorcycle. This was the motorcycle she had found and Knock Out had ever so kindly fixed up for her.

After taking off on the motorcycle that seemed to come to life under her, Saber immediately noticed a few changes. Now, this motorcycle had been custom made for her in the first place, and her Riding ability only brought that out more for her. When riding it, it nearly felt as if it was an extension of herself. However, this Energon it was running on.. something just felt.. cleaner. More efficient. She felt a bit more power from the engine and better output and control. The engine vibrated a bit less beneath her form, as she was practically laying on top of the pump on top of the engine to control the larger motorcycle.

And that meant doing ridiculous stunts and speeding with even less of a concern. Depending on where Saber is seen, the knight may be doing several things. If around Prima's quadrant, Saber may be seen ramping off of the rough terrain. Alpha Trion's quadrant? Saber will be revving up and down over hills to catch the wind in her hair. Vector Prime's quadrant has several great straightaways to use to test her speed; and this holds true even if there's no guardrails and the paths are very thin.

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Saber has better-than-average eyesight, and that's what comes to McCoy's rescue in this scenario.

The motorcycle immediately slows down after a quick turn, approaching the waving figure. It doesn't take too long for Saber to recognize who it is.

The motorcycle stops ten feet away from the doctor, and then the knight removes herself from the motorcycle after its shut off.

"Ah, McCoy. This is the first time we've met in person, I believe. Are you enjoying the weather?"

Such pleasantries. Saber was in an exquisite mood.

McCoy folds his arms, his expression best suited for giving a young child a disappointed, annoyed look, such as "did you use your sister's crayons to write how much she smells all over the walls?". "Not much to this place, weather-wise," he answers, eyeing the death trap - er - motorcycle. "And as nice as it is to finally meet you in person, I couldn't help but notice you're missing a little something."

McCoy points to her head, lacking the helmet.

"Which makes me wonder if you're feeling suicidal; in that case, as a doctor, I must admit you to a hospital." He's joking, of course, but his tone is still a little sullen-gruff.

Normally not one to take scolding well, especially if it could be seen as being disrespectful, Saber's response was quite unique for the situation. She suddenly began to chuckle.

"Aye, aye. I'd have a helmet if I were able to crash, be harmed noticeably in an accident, or even be seen by a doctor for treatment. None of those situations apply to me, so I simply enjoy the open air on the ride."

It was quite a ridiculous statement to make, but it was all so true. Saber's driving skills would never let her make a mistake, and even in a crash.. she wouldn't be harmed beyond maybe bruising for a few days. Well, maybe some gashes and whatnot if it was a serious crash. And a normal doctor would not be able to treat the Heroic Spirit.

"I think I have said it before; I do appreciate your concern. ..But when placed on me, it's.. utterly a waste."

The knight looked out towards the area around them and then back to the doctor as she smiled softly. Saber wasn't one to be very open with her state of being or what she truly was, but it had come up a few times. If the doctor pried, she would tell him what he wanted to know.

McCoy wasn't buying it. Well, not entirely. Sounded a bit too farfetched.

"And why's that?" he asked, folding his arms. "... I'm gonna take it you aren't as human as you look. Seems that's not too unusual here. So, what." McCoy raised a brow. "Your species' biology heal wounds fast? You got skin like armor?" He was only semi-serious with his suggestions.

McCoy shrugged. "I don't mean to pry," and he didn't really, "but as a doctor, it is sort of my job." He sneered. "Even if I will apparently never have you as a patient." Which isn't a bad thing, necessarily.

"I'm a Heroic Spirit. I have recovered from being cut in half at the waist in less than a few days. ..And none of your skills or tools would do me any harm or good."

..Actually, due to Avalon, being cut in half wouldn't serve near as many issues as it had when her Master was Shirou.

He may not have been serious, but she was. All of the blood packs, drugs, or procedures of the world would not do for Saber what a simple night of rest and a good meal would do.

"'Heroic Spirit'? So that's a title in your world? Usually that's just a description in mine," he smirked. But, ah - "Cut in half, huh? Well, you heal up rather well."

McCoy squinted. "So, there's no need for medicine of any sort with you? Do you get sick at all?" he asked.

"When I pulled Caliburn, I stopped aging and or having the potential to become ill," Saber started, attempting to be brief in her health history. She did not want the doctor to worry or waste time on her when others' could use it more. "I need not eat or drink to survive. When Caliburn cracked in my hands, Excalibur and Avalon took its place. And when I died, I became a Heroic Spirit and those same principles carry over."

Saber tilts her head slightly as she speaks, and watches for McCoy's reactions. Despite how ridiculous it sounds, everyone always reacts to her background in a different way. ..It doesn't help she always tells as little as possible, and is ridiculously blunt with it.

"Excalibur..." McCoy trailed off, thinking a moment. "Those names sound familiar. Think we might have something like them in my home universe. But I can't recall exactly what and where I heard it from." He shrugged; oh well, probably not important. "I'd say I have a hard time believing all this, but considering where we are... Well, I guess all I can say is you're one very lucky lady." He frowned a little. "Though..."

McCoy shook his head. "Nevermind," he said. "But still. Don't endanger yourself either way." He sounded like a chiding father, but oh well.

"..If you have anything else to say, I am all ears."

Saber was open to anything else he wished to voice. If anything, ..she hardly felt lucky. Saber had always felt amazingly inhuman, and funnily enough, so did all of her knights and people and that's what ended her reign.

As the sour memories surfaces, her mouth tightened slightly, but she showed no other negativity.

little ladies on motorcycles. (open.)

where are they, if you don't mind?

ah, pfft, my bad - anywhere near Solus's temple?

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