The giant knew that he was not very smart, but this was a clear misunderstanding. He did not go into a drunken stupor and unhonorably kidnapped a woman. That was not a king like attribute to do.
But yet seeing the woman’s face, there seemed to be no misunderstanding. In her part at least. Well. Who could ever be mistaken for one such as he? He did not know if the alleged attack was during the day, but even at night, hardly anyone could fit his profile.
"A servant… That can take on another’s identity…" he thought. That was the only feasible explanation to this… During this time, however, there were no longer assassins left, for he was there when they had fought Caster, who also out of the question. Then it hit him. There was only one servant that he did not know the identity of.
"Berserker." He said aloud. There was once a story he read of how a servant of the king of knights could take on another’s identity no matter who they are… But he wasn’t quite sure if that was him… It could be another figure of history, but that was his best shot…
"Young lady!" he shouted, halting the woman’s path. "Is…" he hesitated to say ‘naive girl’ to describe the King of Knights. That would only add oil to the fire. "…Saber here?"
The word he said did not go unheard. “Berserker.” She was beginning to wonder why he suddenly uttered that word, but he called out to her, halting her thoughts for a minute.
"…Yes." She nodded, turning around. But that was all she said. She didn’t give him an address, or whether Saber was at this very beach with her, anything. As she waited for his response, she thought back to what flew out from his mouth earlier.
She does not know of Berserker’s true identity, it still remain unknown for her. They were unable to figure it out, but the strange way the Black Knight attacked Saber made her and Kiritsugu deduce that he must be an acquaintance of Saber’s when she was alive.
She had studied King Arthur’s history, and knew of the Knights of the Round Table. However, there was no proof to say that Berserker was one of the members of the Knights of the Round Table, or, even if he was, they had no clue as to which knight was he previously. The mad enchantment suffered by every Berserker servant made it even more difficult to guess who his true identity was.
"Why do you speak of Berserker?" She asked, looking the Rider in the eye.
"You have to ask Shirou whether he allows puppies in his house first."
[ So today two of my friends came over and we had a movie marathon~
And we watched Robin Hood (Man in Tights), and nope! I did not suggest it one of my friends did and he said it was hillarious! (well he knows about my obsession towards Robin too so he might have mentioned it knowing I like Robin so…)
IT WAS STUPIDLY HILARIOUS.
I was laughing throughout the whole movie, and both of my friends too!
Gosh, he isn’t really like the Fate Extra Robin but gosh the movie was so funny I’ll recommend it to anyone now :D ]
~I’m going to assume this happens in modern day~
- Picking a lock. It’s likely he has a lock pick set, or knows how to fashion like instruments from bobby pins, paper clips, and bits of wire. If you click on the pick name in the link, it gives you a short description of what each pick is for.
- Picking pockets. This seems like a low-end skill, but you can get a lot of valuable information - or just valuables - out of people’s pockets or purses.
- Weapons training. Obviously not wielding a machine gun, but he probably knows how to use a small handgun or knives in case he gets himself in a sticky situation. Knives would probably be better, seeing as they’re silent and can be used for cutting things other than flesh.
- Athleticism. The thief doesn’t need to have a gymnast’s body to ply his trade, but cardiovascular exercise would help his getaway, flexibility would help him avoid alarms or bumping into noisy objects, and parkour would help him find alternative ways in and out of buildings.
- Basic knowledge of electronics. That way he knows how and where the disable or blind security cameras, home alarms, or other forms of surveillance.
- Improvisational skills. This pertains to parkour and picking a lock in that the way in isn’t always the obvious way. Locked doors and windows? Get in through the upstairs balcony by climbing the gutter. No key or lockpick set? Use the wire ties holding up that sapling. This also pertains to acting. If he’s caught at the scene, he had better come up with a lie quickly or he’ll be arrested.
Perhaps the best indicator of a good thief is that he’s never been caught. Even if it’s sheer dumb luck, he must escape so he can continue to survive as a free man.
For those of you who want references for the contents of this guide, I am, myself, an adult adoptee with a completed reunion. I’ve experienced everything I’m writing about here in order to help you play or write adopted characters.
I feel like an introduction is necessary…
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An awkward silence befell the two of them seeing as neither one spoke or even made a sound after Maiya’s short reply. The word spoken would normally have been nothing more than a phonetic sound in his ear, whose meaning would have just flown right over the orange haired man’s head. Though, he wasn’t able to distinguish what the language exactly was— it was foreign to him and that was all that mattered.
Hearing her call out his name; albeit the way she said sounded off in his head, he tilts his head to look at her and corrected the way to pronounce his name, "If you’re gonna use my real name at least say it right." He starts, “Robin Hood.” He said and repeated again, "Robin Hood. Ya’ got that?"
”If ya’ can’t pronounce it then stick ta’ usin’ Archer, it’s way simpler than usin’ some dead man’s name that isn’t even mine.” Robin Hood shrugged, but then blinked surprisingly at the next words she spouted from her mouth. He shook his head then snickered at them. What sort of inspiration would he have been to those villagers?
He would have been a terrible one that’s for sure. "I’d be the worst inspiration there would be to a village. They’d just end up throwin’ themselves onto the fire, what good would that do? The population would dwindle down to nothin’ but that ain’t exactly any better."
The audible way he spoke countered the softness of the other’s reply. He heard what she said about him— and tried his best to hide the scoff that was making its way to his throat.
"Your lives wouldn’t have been any different, heck, it would have been a whole lot worse with me around. Defendin’ the weak and protectin’ the innocent and all that jazz that sort of thing means nothin’ to the asshats who run around wavin’ money around."
"Robin… Hood." She insisted, pronouncing it correctly this time. Although they were both Archers, the other Archer she know and was used to was nothing at all like him, and she did not want to compare the two together. The day she received the recording of Gilgamesh killing one of the Assassins came into mind, and she could only feel fortunate that Gilgamesh did not target Saber directly during the start of the war. Otherwise, their pursuit of the Holy Grail might have ended there.
Compared to Gilgamesh, Robin Hood was more… approachable.
She looked nonchalantly at the Archer as he snickered and belittled himself in oppose to what she said. She let him talk, taking note of the hidden bitterness in his tone. Her village had no hope, nor courage to stand up to the soldiers who took away their crops and forced them to hand over their food supplies. No adults took action as they snatched away their children, all they could do was to accept the situation and live in constant fear.
"Did you not receive the outcome you wanted?" She asked not unkindly. She does not usually probe into the past of other people, but she wanted to know if she guessed right.