"This is a terrible idea."
"Shut your mouth zombiekita this is a fantastic idea."
"For the last time—"
"Sh-sh-shut the fuck up someone's coming!"
The Demon King and the First Division's Captain both duck into the bush for cover. A few moments later, another bush rustles, perfectly naturally in time with the wind. Nobunaga waits one second, two seconds, three seconds, fishes out a musket--
"What are you looking at?" asks the Archer next to her.
Nobu screams. Okita screams. Robin sighs and stuffs leaves into both their mouths. When the shock passes, Nobunaga spits the perfidious green out of her mouth and claps Robin Hood on the shoulder. "Well done, green man! Were you anyone else I'd have set you ablaze but it can't be helped! Have you done it?"
"Trap is set," the Archer nods. He holds up an empty bag of dog treats and wiggles it. "I even set a more obvious one to bait him into the trap."
"Hm. He is a canny one. He might not fall for it."
"Which is why I set another one in case he fails to trigger the second trap, with more explosive results."
"Mm yes! Well done, Green Archer! When the revolution rises, you shall burn separately from the Gods!"
Robin grunts. He does not even know why he is doing this, but it is a reasonable way to pass the time. Maybe he'll even get to go shoot things in a micro-singularity next time.
Okita finally coughs out her bloodstained leaves and shakes Nobu by the shoulders. "Get down, get down! Someone's coming!"
The three of them duck back into cover. Lancer soon walks by with Rider, carrying a bag of snacks while the gorgon listens disinterestedly with a book in hand. "And then I stabbed it in the neck!" He says.
"I don't see how you couldn't," Rider shrugs with a hairflip. "Lamia have fairly long necks, after all."
"Yeah you'd know, wouldn't you?"
"In much the same way you know how dog treats taste, yes."
"Now why you gotta be like that, Rider?" The trap catches Lancer's eye and he frowns. "Oh come on, someone actually left dog treats on the ground!"
"Maybe they knew you were coming," Rider comments idly, her eyes never leaving her book.
"Well maybe they've got another thing coming!"
True on both counts, cackles Nobunaga. Mentally, of course. Can't ruin the surprise!
With a scoff Lancer goes to toss aside the treats, but stops just short of picking it up. He stands straight again, one hand on his hip. "Wait, hold on, something's not right. What if it's a trap hiding another trap?"
"No one would use that much effort for you, Lancer."
With a nod, Nobu claps Robin's shoulder.
"...Yeah, you right. Imma just stab it."
With baited breath, Nobunaga and Robin look on. Seconds stretch into minutes stretch into hours as they wait for the trap to be sprung and their day to be made.
"How much longer?"
"Soon," Nobu replies with a mad grin.
"Soon how?"
"Very soon!"
"Do you mean like in the next minute orrrr--"
"Right now!"
"Okay," Kana nods. She pats Nobu on the head and then bonks her with the flat side of Asriel. She stands up out of the bush, holding Robin and Okita up by their collars. "Thanks for the help, Lancer! Enjoy your date!"
"No problem!" Lancer shouts back. He leans to Rider. "How long was she there?"
"For a legendary hero you're not very sharp."
They wander off shortly thereafter, and then Kana holds the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven up by the neck. "And what do you have to say for yourself, hm?"
"I-I am pure evil, I burn the monkmen and the monkwomen and the monkchildren--"
And that was as far as Nobu got before Kana threw her up, grabbed her by the ankles, and swung her at Robin like an axe - or a rusty chainsaw, considering the colour schemes involved. "AND YOU!" Kana shrieks, while Robin sighs and takes the beating like a man, "WHY ARE YOU BECOMING LIKE THIS?!!"
"Frankly speaking, Master, I'm just really bored. There's nothing to do."
"THERE'S EVERYTHING TO DO ROBIN COME FIND ME!"
"Haha, Master, that's a sex thing--OW OW OW OW OW NO IRON CLAW NOBU!"
"BAD NOBUS GET TWICE THE IRON CLAW!"
And while Kana starts squeezing Nobunaga's head like a melon ready to burst and Robin laments the decisions that brought him to this point, Okita Souji is already on her knees, haori slightly open and her katana drawn and ready to disembowel herself. "I'm entirely innocent," she says in not-hysterics. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING THE BOMBS WERE NOBU'S IDEA!"
"ZOMBIEKITA YOU FAIL ME FOR THE LAST TIME--AAAAAAAAAH NO MY SKULL!"
A part of Kana sighs, for this has rapidly become her daily routine. The rest of her squeezes Nobu's head tighter, for nobody calls her Okita a zombie and gets away with it.
And then a clockwork raven wearing a classy red muffler lands on her head and suddenly all of Kana screams, in the exact same pitch as one Oda Nobunaga, moments before ornate red pillars fall down from the sky and trap her together with her trio of incredibly stupid servants.
"Tut tut, Miss Tohsaka," a dignified british gentlemen growls, before he exhales a puff of cigar smoke. The former Lord El-Melloi II, ex-Lord of Modern Magecraft, taps his cigar against one of the pillars of his noble phantasm and scowls at the redhead behind the red bars. "Tut. Tut."
"...In my defense, Nobu was gonna blow up my boy Lancer," Kana replies in a small voice.
Waver says nothing. His glare remains as unyielding as the end of ages, the scourge of dynasties and the fall of kingdoms. There is no such thing as sympathy for the wicked in the stone sentinel maze of a man who scared off an army with a sick string solo. She whimpers and submits to her fate.
The El-Melloi Class is in session - has been for over an hour by now - and she's involved, whether she wants to be in it or not.