@AtomicNut@GreenGoat “Chocolate?” It took Lancer but a moment to consider what such a word would mean. During his time alive in the isles of Ireland and Britain there existed no such treats. These would not reach the shores of the “old world” until the settlers in the Americas would trade in such. However, knowledge of “Chocolate” existed in his mind. Implanted in his memories from his summoning. After all, the knowledge of the airplane and the knowledge of the lights of the cities would be implanted within his brain, if only through a basic understanding of “what chocolate is”.
“Of course. A feast has been prepared for us by the curator of the Grail War, so eat to your heart’s content. The moral of an army is the most vital to its success. But you should likely eat something with more substance before you eat sweets, Master.” It didn’t take him long to grab her a bar of what he understood as “chocolate” and give it to his Master. In a feast of such a proportion, there should be some sort of sweets and the like. But if he said that she should eat something ‘with more substance’, why was he giving her the bar…?
Lancer was a warrior, through and through. So long as the rations were in their favor, there would be feasts before a battle and feasts after a battle, so long as the latter had given victory to his side. But it wasn’t like Cu was someone who was used to loses. He was a monster of a warrior that should be treated as such, from his speed to his precision.
But he knew that merrymaking was not a pointless tradition of war. If there was a war to be had, one couldn’t loom over the fact they could die at any moment during combat. It was not something that should not be considered, but such trivialities mattered not to those having fun with ale and food. And if there were three things that Cu Chulainn enjoyed, they would be good food, good ale, and good women, though the latter of which he seemed never to have luck with.
A primary example of such would be the woman before Cu; his teacher.
“Ex… I suppose you could call her something like that. She was my mentor and the person who had taught me to become a warrior. I became a man through her careful guidance, and the proof of that is the spear she had parted to me.” The legendary spear Gae Bolg. Though it was merely crafted from a sea demon's bones, the spear that Cu possessed was one of great fame to his name and legends. A spear that was unbeatable in the battlefield and something he had only used against those he cared about.
She was someone he treasured, both in body and in mind. One of the women he had loved and treasured dearly in his life and one of the few regrets that he had never been able to rightfully end her.
Just like Scathach, he wanted to train with his Teacher once more. Had it not been for his sense of duty to the war in question, and his sense of duty to his Master, he would have accepted such a challenge in a heartbeat. After all, a training session with Teacher was something that he could hardly pass up. There were surely things she had learned the time she had spent in the Isle of Shadows after she had closed off the borders.
But the ‘dog” could be at least happy with seeing her once again. He had never thought he would, after all. She should still be trapped in her undying state. If she was allowed to be summoned as a Servant, that must mean something unfavorable was occurring, or some sort of loophole existed that gave her the ability to be a Servant.
“But don’t worry about her “stealing me’. I swore my spear to you for this war, and I ain’t exactly the kind of person to not try my hardest after I say something. Teacher is someone I respect and cherish, but you’re my Master for this war, and us men of Ulster never back out of our words.” It wasn’t as if he had never lied to someone before, but Lancer did not ever stop trying to follow the oaths [Geass] he had sworn. Even if he sometimes had failed his tasks, he never took an undertaking with any sort of lax. How could he? There was a reason he was a hero that many looked up to, and the greatest hero of Ireland akin to the Great King Arthur of England and Heracles of Greece.
“But still, if Teacher is here, this has to be an easy battle we are undertaking! There are hardly anyone I know who holds a candle to my Teacher’s skill at the spear!” If there were hardly three spearmen who held a candle to Cu according to a Red-Jacket wearing Archer, then Shathach had to be one of those spear[wo]men. Though Cu’s style of spear play might have been influenced by his own battles, it was Scathach who had given him the knowledge and hardened his skills to approach the understanding and prowess he held today, and even if he wasn’t “That” Cu Chulainn, his love for his Teacher was still ingrained on himself, just as she had once given him the ‘friendship of her thighs’.
@Nanashi Ninanai “Thank you for your compliments, Caster. You are much too kind to an inexperienced magus like myself. I’ll try my best to live up to the expectations you have set for me.” Ravel would have likely given a bowed once more to the Servant, if the previous time she had Caster had chastised her on formalities regarding what she believed their “contract” as “Servant” and “Master” held. Ravel was the sort of person who favored tradition and respect over much else, therefore it was no wonder both her speech and her body movements were rather formal, but every now and again she did show a bit more of a casual side in conversation with those she considered close. Even her eating was very reserved and polite, hardly a mistake or a flounder in her methodical, yet elegant movements.
Her family on an extremely … “conservative” … path of magecraft that could be considered even “reactionary” in western schools. Curses were considered barbaric, but Ravel found grace in her craft. Even if the world would shun her, it was the precious thing that was passed from her family to herself that she would never let go of her crest and the knowledge she had obtained.
“If you are also a user of curses, I would do well to learn by your hands. Hopefully I can one day become a magus deserving of respect. Any little bit would help. If curses are what you are strongest at, than consider me a student as well as your Master, Caster~! I-if you would allow me, of course.” Perhaps a bit contradictory; a master tended to lord over a servant, but in the context of Ravel’s perceived idea of how these sorts of instances were to work, Ravel believed it best to consider her Servant as a “partner” rather than a “tool” that most traditional magi might have considered them as.
Ravel was not the most experienced of magi when it came to direct combat. In fact, one could say that Ravel’s personality tended towards peaceful resolutions rather than combative ones. In the event this was a traditional war, she would likely try a more defensive approach and avoid killing the other Masters if possible, but she wasn’t really the sort to want to fight. She had a more peaceful mentality, though her preservation and desire to continue the line of D’Arbys might have brought her to break such a shell.
Then this sort of war suited her perfectly. To her, there was a clear line between those who were “evil” and those who were “good”. Those under Zelretch were clearly the righteous individuals who would protect the world from devastation, and those who would contrast against them were simply evil. But even so, she would not wish to place all the burden on a Servant. A compassionate fool to the very end, one could say.
“I am one of the few in my family that could potentially keep the bloodline going. In the event that I were to perish, then the Magus family known as the D’Arbys would likely fall as well. However, my family wishes me to bare them an heir, but it shames me to say as a woman I am inexperienced in that regard, outside of books and the like.” It was truly something that Ravel was a bit embarrassed about. Her family had tried to set her up with suitors in the past, but her inexperience did leave a sour taste in the mouths of those who had given her grace. It was truly unfortunate, but Ravel didn’t understand what she had done wrong, but she would continue her journey to find happiness throughout her life, even if her current position might have been a roundabout means to such a goal.
Though she did sense something odd. Her Servant had been, for whatever reason, looking at a woman with the ears of a fox at a table that wasn’t too far away from their own.
“Perhaps you know that Servant, Teacher?” But there was one last thing that came to Ravel’s mind. Something that perhaps she desired to ask, but couldn’t think of the appropriate means to ask it. Unlike the dignified speech she had been giving to Himiko for the time she was around her, this seemed to be a time where words seemed to fail her.
.”C-could I call you ‘teacher’?” Perhaps it was stupid to get flustered over something as silly as a title you’d wish to give someone, but for an individual who was brought up on the harshness and mechanical thought process of a magus, such a title was not given freely to anyone.
@ShadowKingmanShinobu had expected the individual she ridiculed to have responded in a negative manner. That didn’t happen. He simply didn’t respond and ignored her. That bothered Shinobu to an extent, but it was not like he had an obligation to listen to her. Even if he was a no-good pervert.
“Whatever. Rider, come with me. No reason to stick around here.” There was a lot more she could do with her time truthfully. Shinobu was going to work with these people summoned by Zelritch just as she was, so it only made sense that Shinobu would have to interact with them. Even if she didn't seem to like many people, at the very least she would try to work with her allies, even if she didn't like them. After all, they were people summoned by Zelritch as well. Unless they were "that" person or similar to "that" person, Shinobu could likely get along with them enough for them to hold cooperation.
And so, Shinobu went to go do something else, likely to the party where everyone was having a good time
because someone left the RP when I was talking to their character. 
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