Orazio sat down to listen to Father Walter's painstakingly long, sleep-inducing lecture of a speech, finding himself on the brink of dozing off several times throughout that personal ordeal of his. Whereas the rest of the Masters in that room would probably be paying attention and listening closely to the priest's words, the young Grimaldi heir felt bored out of his baseball cap-wearing skull! All this talk about Holy Grail this, destiny that, senseless death, yada yada yada... Simply put, it was all way more than what the coral-haired youth's short attention span could handle. However, Orazio had still managed to register the basic gist of what father Walter had said, and after the latter was done, the rapper wannabe proceeded to offer his own shorter version, or at least how he understood this whole deal. [color=coral]"Yo, that was a looooong speech, gramps, so lemme see if I got everything... Your last Grail War was a fluke, so this time we have double the Masters and double the Servants, to make sure that it doesn't fail again? Also, we're gonna be forming 2 teams to duke it out, instead of fighting solo? And each team must have different types of Servants in it to keep things balanced...? Also there was something about death and killing, but I didn't really catch that part..."[/color]

One of the other Masters there, a man called Len, had commented on that earlier, as well as how in his opinion forming teams was pointless since they'd all end up backstabbing each other. [color=coral]"Woah, no reason to be so negative, dude! There's no 'I' in 'team'. There's a 'T', an 'E', an 'A' and an 'M', but I'm preeeetty sure there's no 'I'. Nobody ain't gonna backstab nobody, 'cause that ain't cool, yo! Being in the same team means we all want to win, so why would we ever lower our numbers by offing a teammate? That's like... the opposite of winning![/color] Orazio reasoned, nodding his head once, as if thinking that he'd just said something profoundly clever. [color=coral]"Speaking of, what should we call our team, yo? Hmmmmmmmmmmm..."[/color] The strange-dressed teenager hummed in deep thought. [color=coral]"How about... 'Team Awesome'! Or maybe 'The Amazing Raiders'! Wait, wait, I totally got this... How about we call ourselves 'Da Hood'!"[/color] The gangsta wannabe proposed to the other Masters in the room while grinning like an idiot.