You return to consciousness, darkness greeting your vision.
"Guess the excitement was a bit much for the lad, eh?" A faintly familiar voice enters your awareness, along with a cold hard object nudging against your face.
"What in the hell are you, old man?" You knew that voice…
You groan, slowly forcing your eyes open as your eyes fall upon your familiar Servant, who was busy attempting to shove his face into the bowed over figure of a significantly more pallid figure.
"Ugh…Rider…?"
"So Sleeping Beauty finally woke up, eh?" The older man chuckles, the sound of metal clacking together accompanying it, "How was the nap, boy?"
"Nap?" You blink groggily, staring at the pair.
"Went out like a rock after Rider jumped in on my fight, had that bastard on the ropes too." The older man says, poking the end of his cane into your eye, grounding it slowly with a mild grin on his face.
"S-stop that!" Rider exclaims, reaching down to snatch the offending object away from the old man, as he casually moves it out of the Heroic Spirit's grasp at the last second.
"The boy's gotta finish waking himself up you know."
"My
Master deserves some rest, you decrepit old
corpse." Rider nearly hisses, making another failed attempt to grab the man's cane.
"Heh. Just because you decided you'd rather die young is no reason to look down on us old farts, kiddo." The pallid figure says, shooting a smirk at your Servant, "Some of us were able to earn our legends just fine without giving up the simpler things in life."
"…" You continue to watch the scene with a sense of utmost surrealism. Last thing you remember was seeing Rider, Achilles, leaping after Assassin of Black…And how long were you out for?
It almost felt like it had been six months!
The glare Achilles sends towards the old man in response is so intense that your breath is taken away, the emotional feedback over the Master-Servant link nearly causing you to black out again.
"Ah, the lads going back down, is he?" The wood begins tapping against your forehead once again, and you weakly attempt to swat it away on for the damn cane to deftly swerve around your hand, continuing it's assault.
"I'm awake!" You eventually cry out, trying your best to not sound petulant as you do so, "What is it? And why am I so tired?"
"It's mana burnout." A soft, feminine voice replies from beyond your vision, and then you suddenly remember
everything!
"Ah, Madonna, Father Johnson! I remember now!" You do your best to level a glare at the pallid man, "I had almost finished recruiting Asssassin of Black! Why did you have to ruin it?!"
"Anyway, now that Hemostrus has joined us back in the land of the living and the distractions are gone for the moment, we can proceed to business." He reaches into his volumnous vestments, pulling a small square made of plastic with an opaque screen. Pale fingers flit upon its surface before Jahoosaphet lifts it up to the rest of you.
"Sisigou here."
"It's Jackson, just had a surprise visit from Assassin of Black."
"Eesh, persistent guy. He's been hounding us since Hemostrus landed. You alright old man?"
"Just fine. The bastard revealed his true name, Diomedes. He probably has the Cap of Hades off that "virgin goddess" of his."
"Would explain his invisibility trick…" The necromancer's gruff voices growls out from that plastic square, "What do you want to do about it?"
"Right now? Nothing. I was informed that our Berserker just decided to go for a walk and I was hoping you could hold down the fort for us over here."
"Saber and I can give it a shot, but…"
"What is it?" Jacobson grinds out, "You have other plans?"
"I've already got a friend coming in. Guy by the name of Burntland. He's an ex-Special Forces that has it in for Gentles, and I was hoping to launch a manhunt for him by tonight if he's still in the city."
"Do it." The man in front of you replies, "I'll employ other methods to take care of Spartacus." He points a finger at Melty Dubstep, "You and Archer catch a ride from Rider and back up that idiot." Rider squawks indignantly while Archer merely nods his head in agreement.
"What about my Master?! Surely you dont plan on setting my Master to go after a rogue Berserker in his current state!"
Father Joseph merely snorts, "Of course not. He'll be in here, on the lam resting in case you decide to be a damn fool again and kick up your drain on him."
"Excuse me." You say slowly, enunciating to allow the magic box to accurately convey your intent to Sisigou from wherever he is inside of it, "But don't I get a say in this?"
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[] You do
-[] Go with Sisigou
-[] You cant escape it, go with Achilles to bring your teams Berserker to heel
[] You don't
[] By the Power of my Command Seal
-[] Write-In