[ Just who is this meddling stranger? A fellow Otherworlder, perhaps, but Sakura thinks this person is no one whom she knows. Nothing personal... --Oh, so what is a complete stranger doing, trying to approach her like this? It is proper at a time such as now for Sakura to face Shirou or perhaps her sister, or someone from the Grail War, at least. Not an entity whom she does not even recognize. If only she knew this was Elidibus, the one spoken of by Emet-Selch. Though, at this moment, in her frantic mindset, that might not make a difference. ]
Ah... I suppose you're another of those hero types, huh? Another "Senpai"?
[ There's a note of dark mirth, even amusement, to her voice. No, Sakura is definitely not all there. She regards Elidibus with a wobbly smile. ]
You're really all alike... huh? ♥
[ She cannot resist a bit of a girlish giggle, thinking this person may even treat her to some kind of hero-esque speech. Is that not what all these hero types were wont to do?
As soon as Sakura sees the light-tipped end of that staff, one of the tendrils whips out and shoots after it -- aiming to bypass that bright light tip and catch the middle to wrench the tool away from Elidibus. She may be in a haze at the moment in terms of the wildness of her current train of thought, but she's not utterly insensible to defending herself: anything perceived as a threat is going to get lashed out at. ]
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If only she knew this was Elidibus, the one spoken of by Emet-Selch. Though, at this moment, in her frantic mindset, that might not make a difference.]Ah... I suppose you're another of those hero types, huh? Another "Senpai"?
[ There's a note of dark mirth, even amusement, to her voice. No, Sakura is definitely not all there. She regards Elidibus with a wobbly smile. ]
You're really all alike... huh? ♥
[ She cannot resist a bit of a girlish giggle, thinking this person may even treat her to some kind of hero-esque speech. Is that not what all these hero types were wont to do?
As soon as Sakura sees the light-tipped end of that staff, one of the tendrils whips out and shoots after it -- aiming to bypass that bright light tip and catch the middle to wrench the tool away from Elidibus. She may be in a haze at the moment in terms of the wildness of her current train of thought, but she's not utterly insensible to defending herself: anything perceived as a threat is going to get lashed out at. ]