He had planned ahead, and part of him wished for another servant. One that wasn't the famous poisoner of men. The Queen famous for her actions. Even though this form was an aspect of her legend that was far more acceptable for his needs. "To be honest, Archer is good enough for me." Arthur said, barely batting an eye at his new servant's actions. She was indeed every bit the seductress that legends were made of. "I can find a nickname for you, if you prefer. But getting to invested the lives of each other can be... Hazardous for both of us. Masters and servants who become too invested in the lives of their partners... It creates a tangible weakness that can be exploited."
Well, that was all the stiff and stoic stuff out of the way. It felt so... Robotic, but he had to make sure they had boundaries. Now, he smiled, as if saying those boring things was a weight of a his chest. "So, since that's said, you may call me Omega, and I shall call you Alpha. Simply because, our enemies will see the beginning of a new world, but sometimes... They may never live to see the end." There was something about the way he said that, as if he was holding back a laugh somewhere in his throat. "Does that sound like poetry to you, or am I just a tad to dramatic when I can be."
He stood, and held out his hand, the one still marked with command seals. "Semiramis, will you be my servant in this grail war? Will you stand by me, as my associate in this war. Will you win this war, no matter who you must kill? For you see, to set right what went wrong, you and I... ARE THE CHOSEN ONES!"
It was quiet in the Zoo. For the most part only animals could be heard. And yet, Rider was at work. His fingers brushed through the golden mane of a lion, that purred in response to the man who had summoned it. The way his fingers could travel and glide through that lovely, dark gold fur. In a certain light, the beast resembled that of a golden statue. "Aren't you beautiful? Your kind once was viewed as kings of entire lands, and then fools put you in cages. Called that conquest of the world. What an impure form of conquest. To use such wonderful subjects like you for mere... Entertainment. No. Conquest, true conquest, is in how one uses the resources they conquer. My children knew that. The Assyrians knew this. The conquerors of Rome knew this. So why is it the new rulers... The new kingdoms have failed so greatly? Maybe it is in how we have drifted so far from the origin of the idea. It has been tainted." His words were gentle, and the beast purred back. Another by his side craved attention, brushing against the Rider, who smiled, and raised a hand to tickle its chin. "Good boy~"
Then he could feel the presence of another servant. A low sigh escaping his lips, and he stood. The lions seemed to vanish, till he was alone. Alone, except for the lion cub he carried in one arm, mewling softly as he moved towards the disturbance. His cape picked up in the wind, and he marched. In the distance he could make out the shapes, a group. One might avoid them, as it was dangerous to fight a group when one was alone. But Rider... He was never alone.
"I was not aware that my adviser was to be expecting guests." He said, as if judging them for breaking an entering. Unlike Rider and his 'master,' this group had broken in. His eyes drifted to the body of a guard, clearly one had failed to dispose of, or one that the beasts had simply forgot about. "Ah, I see you found one of the runners." The blonde haired Rider stepped over to the body, and placed his feline mascot by the body. The cub had already eaten for the night, but the body made a good playtoy, as it chewed on an exposed bone.
"I apologize that you happened upon this scene. The man and a few others had opposed my being here. Or rather, my adviser's being here. It was a necessity, I assure you. I will make sure he is buried properly when you have left." Finally, Rider gave them his full attention. "Now, what shall I refer to you as. I am Rider. You are far to loud to be an assassin, but far to quiet to be a berserker. You don't look like a caster." He smiled, as if inviting the man to give him a hint. "I have a one in six chance of getting it right eventually. Maybe once we know each other, we can discuss whatever matter brought you here."
