... yesssss, that would work well, wouldn't it? Perhaps like ... so? Stealing the original Lancer's plotline.
The sound of steel on flesh, then bone, was loud to the point of being almost deafening when compared to the nearly all-encompassing stillness that had been before and came after ...
... the body limply falling to the church floor wasn't quite as loud, but it did sound more oppressive somehow ...
"... damnit, that felt weird. What the hell is ..." said the form which faded into being near the entrance, words halting as soon as it beheld the sight.
Kotomine Kirei removed the blood from his blade with a negligent flick of the wrist, sparing a momentary glance of distaste at the flecks that had settled onto his garments before returning his attention to the Servant ...
... who wasn't all that much to look at. A boy, no more than sixteen, likely less at first glance, the only unusual things about him being the white hair and red eyes which made him think of the Einzbern homunculus.
"As you can see, you are currently in need of a Master," the priest stated. "I find myself in need of a Servant. Certainly, I would be more competent than this one, hence your chance of attaining the Holy Grail would ..."
"Sorry, I don't do the choir boy thing," the Servant cut in, frowning.
Well, the sorry excuse for a Master now decorating the church floor had said something about this being a willful Servant, Kotomine thought. Not that the priest was particularly worried. He'd had a long time to prepare for this War, and experience he'd not had the last time as well.
The words of a Binding came from him with practiced smoothness ...
... only for the bond that would normally have been established between Master and Servant to futilely try and grasp at something, nearly physically slipping before it could make the connection.
"Right, like I said, not interested paladin Anderson," the boy frowned, the Binding finally managing to catch onto something ... right as the world flashed amber and ...
... well, by the time the dust had settled enough for Kirei to be able to see, there was a semi-sized hole in the wall of the church, and a distinct lack of Servant or Command Spells on his arm.
The nonplussed priest was only knocked out of his stupor by the sound of Gilgamesh, who'd been lurking in the shadows, laughing his ass off.
His 'armor' is, appropriately enough, an amber on black plugsuit.
-Griever
*sigh* Yes, WF, you may do the happy dance now.
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
The sound of steel on flesh, then bone, was loud to the point of being almost deafening when compared to the nearly all-encompassing stillness that had been before and came after ...
... the body limply falling to the church floor wasn't quite as loud, but it did sound more oppressive somehow ...
"... damnit, that felt weird. What the hell is ..." said the form which faded into being near the entrance, words halting as soon as it beheld the sight.
Kotomine Kirei removed the blood from his blade with a negligent flick of the wrist, sparing a momentary glance of distaste at the flecks that had settled onto his garments before returning his attention to the Servant ...
... who wasn't all that much to look at. A boy, no more than sixteen, likely less at first glance, the only unusual things about him being the white hair and red eyes which made him think of the Einzbern homunculus.
"As you can see, you are currently in need of a Master," the priest stated. "I find myself in need of a Servant. Certainly, I would be more competent than this one, hence your chance of attaining the Holy Grail would ..."
"Sorry, I don't do the choir boy thing," the Servant cut in, frowning.
Well, the sorry excuse for a Master now decorating the church floor had said something about this being a willful Servant, Kotomine thought. Not that the priest was particularly worried. He'd had a long time to prepare for this War, and experience he'd not had the last time as well.
The words of a Binding came from him with practiced smoothness ...
... only for the bond that would normally have been established between Master and Servant to futilely try and grasp at something, nearly physically slipping before it could make the connection.
"Right, like I said, not interested paladin Anderson," the boy frowned, the Binding finally managing to catch onto something ... right as the world flashed amber and ...
... well, by the time the dust had settled enough for Kirei to be able to see, there was a semi-sized hole in the wall of the church, and a distinct lack of Servant or Command Spells on his arm.
The nonplussed priest was only knocked out of his stupor by the sound of Gilgamesh, who'd been lurking in the shadows, laughing his ass off.
His 'armor' is, appropriately enough, an amber on black plugsuit.
-Griever
*sigh* Yes, WF, you may do the happy dance now.
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm