[@Turboshitter]

Giorgio Armadi 
[Mion River, Under the Bridge] 

Oh. It appeared that even when taken out of the grasp of madness, his Servant had their own degree of insanity to deal with. Perhaps it was a bad idea to take off Mad Enhancement? After all, Giorgio figured it might be a good idea to converse with his ally. Even if they were a Berserker, they must of had something interesting to say. Giorgio was the sort of person who enjoyed to converse with people on a daily basis. From Dons to nobodies, everyone has a story to tell, and Giorgio tended to be interested in people's motives. 

However, there existed little conversation between the two. Merely, the Berserker he had summoned was shouting profanities while doing some odd ritual with their scalp. Perhaps it was a cultural thing that Giorgio didn't understand? Of course it wasn't. Giorgio understood what this meant. Was he not up to satisfactory to his Servant? Giorgio knew that his magical circuits were not the greatest, but even so, was the Servant he had summoned some sort of powerful being as to simply discern the prowess as a magus is but a single glance? Perhaps Giorgio had underestimated his Servant. Perhaps he had drawn the card that could allow Giorgio a bit more leniency within the war. Though not above such ideas as hard work and determination, if he could simply pass through the battles on the coattails of his Servant, there would have been little skin off his nose. 

[color=FFD700]“I’ll apologize if I am not a Master to your liking. Although I understand I might not be the greatest of all Magi, I would hope that we could at least get along together. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Giorgio Armadi, and my resolve will be the one to press forward in this war and I would hope you to join me as an equal partner. As such, I would wish to sort through any issues with the current arrangement as soon as possible.” [/color]

...Reasoning was worth a try. He had gotten through life pretty well on its wings. 

Perhaps the man with the pretty clothing, almost effeminate appearance would not seem to be the best for a battle. Of course, Giorgio understood that he would have to fight other Magi within the war. But he was not unprepared for any sort of engagement. After all, though many Magi take part in the division of their original “skill points”, Giorgio had chosen to invest these points in a single discipline. Perhaps it was a bit odd to do so, but Giorgio never considered himself overtly “normal”. 

Giorgio was not one to consider himself “inefficient” at something. Perhaps if his Servant had picked up on that sort of fact it would have been best to clear up the air before properly making this partnership. At least, that was his own internalization of the statement made by his summon. After all, a Servant might have been a “tool” of sorts to the master, but Giorgio understood that they were not merely a familiar; their existence contained within their core being agency not unlike himself or any other human. A shadow of a person kept within the Throne and waiting for their call to battle. 

Therefore, felt it best to treat them as if they were a normal person. A normal person who happened to have legends at tales written and spun about their feats. It was not unlike meeting a celebrity, but perhaps a bit more exciting. 

After trying to rationalize to his summoned Servant that he was more than suitable a master, Giorgio finally decided it was time to examine who they had summoned. Though at first he believed it might have been a man, he soon discovered through simple checks of distribution that his summoned Servant was, in fact, a woman. 

A woman that stood a towering near 15 centimeters over his person. Though relatively short compared to others, Giorgio was never considered himself particularly small. At least, he didn’t realize he was shorter than most other people, until the juxtaposition of his Servant’s height to his own. A bit upsetting to his own pride as a man, but at the same time this was a hero who had been placed in his own time. The pinnacle of humanity’s desires and wishes were what bled into a heroes creation. His Servant would be no different. 

At least, that is what he told himself as to not succumb to hurt pride. The 21st century schizoid man would continue forward. 

Despite being a woman, her garb was nothing alike the modern “interpretation” of female armors. Both efficient at covering vitals as well as a bit concealing, perhaps there existed a more elegant form of beauty compared to the world over. Etching the figure of his Servant within his mind, a face he wouldn’t soon forget, Giorgio understood it was time for business. 

Woman or not, she was his [reluctant] sword, and what Giorgio would use to secure his victory. 

[color=FFD700] “I have given my own identity. I think it is only fair I receive yours as well, no?" [/color]

There often exists in western and other cultures the idea of the “exchange of identity”. To identify oneself is to receive the identity of those you have told your name to. A formality of sorts. And Giorgio was a man of formality above most. 

However, despite having recently summoned his Servant. A single instance was still within the forefront of his mind. Perhaps it was a burden of the self inflicted by standardization. Giorgio might have really just wanted coffee. To not have his standard routine for even but an hour caused his a bit of discomfort. An idea of shortening their conversation to get the elixir of his dreams went through his mind, if only for the moment. However, Giorgio knew not to act on such an impulse. After all, the first impression is the most lasting impression.