[h1][color=fdc68a]Lancer Nimrod[/color][/h1]
[h2](Eastern Fuyuki, Near the Foreigner's Cemetery)[/h2]
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  [i]A magus. How droll.[/i]

  The first thoughts of the Babylonian king in this iteration of his self were not impressed ones. The tall man stretched a hand out as the aftermath of the ritual began to fade, clenching a powerful fist experimentally, his limb shuddering from the amount of pressure he was putting into it. He was youthful, summoned at a time prior to his greater ambitions, when he was the Hunter before anything else. He drew his hand back, bringing his gaze down to the summoner. It was a picture of contrast; where the summoner was a poor postured lanky, sickly pale thing with inky hair, the Servant he had summoned was a giant among men, his body filled out with muscle. He was by no means a hulk of a man, more akin to a perfectly sculpted statue of Ares or Zeus, his skin a dark coloration. His hair, a short and spiky mess, was silver in coloration, and his eyes a cold blue not too dissimilar from the summoners. 

  He tilted his head back with a slight cant off to the side, eyes still peering down at the magus. A silver brow raised, curious, a self-assured and cocky grin on his youthful features. There was a process to these things, something which was meant to be said in response to the summoning. He refused. He would conduct negotiations as he desired, and no tradition of finger-licking book savants could stop him from doing that. He allowed a silence to rule between them, uncomfortable and uncertain, before breaking it with his own version of a Servant's greeting.

  [color=fdc68a]"You moved very intentionally, trickster. Your choice of words were offensive, to say the very least. Were I not intrigued by your intent, your fate would have been less than pleasant,"[/color] The King's hand moved to his waist, taking up a very relaxed pose despite the threat - or rather promise - behind his words. His tone too reflected it, a sort of lackadaisical disinterest, as if he was obliged to say such things to the magus. He appeared somewhat amused, even. [color=fdc68a]"None the less. I respect the audacity to think you were deserving enough to summon I. As such, I conditionally accept the terms of this contract[/color].

  [color=fdc68a]"I ask of you, are you my 'Master'?"[/color]

  Nimrod, King of Babylonia, the Hunter Against God, had been summoned. He had very little interest in the perceived farce about to take place, but what did intrigue him was the very different world he now found himself in. A world where his vision was realized. Surely, being able to experience it for two weeks was nothing short of a wondrous occasion. 
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