"[i]Syndra[/i]"

The elven woman fell upon her bottom as the summoning circle burst with light and power, before her interesting Servant was immediately brought fourth and started rambling about some sort of story- no, that wasn't quite right at all. An epic did he say? Yeah, that was more accurate. 

Forcing herself up unto her bare feet, she tilted her head as she examined her Servant and listened to his words... Surely she didn't botch the summoning, did she? Well, there were all kinds of spirits that she could have summoned from the axis of time, and to summon one with a few screws loose was only to be expected. Well, she couldn't really judge him, for she was said to have plenty of screw lose in her lifetime as well. So perhaps this pairing was perfect, in its own silly little twisted sense.

"I take it that you are a writer, then?" murmured Syndra as she walked towards her Servant and picked up the two books from his hands. "Based on how you speak, and your... interesting choice of words, you seem to have slight problem discerning fiction from reality." Examining the two books in her hands, she twitched her sharp elven ears subconsciously before directing her attention back towards her Servant. "My name is Syndra, by the way. I don't really have a last name, so I couldn't give you one even if you asked. I'd rather be your friend, than... well, your Master, since I don't like all those terms, and I also don't know how I feel being the protagonist of your story..."

"Don't get me wrong," the young woman began again as she held the books close to her chest, "having book written about me would be nice, but I don't see it selling anytime soon Mr... Oh, I've forgot to ask for your name. What shall I call you?"

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"[b]The Plagued Knight[/b]"

Materializing into the alleyway next to the clothing store where Michiko and Lancer were at, he grinned as he placed his hands upon the walls of the building. He could smell the fear and the dread emitting from someone inside. He could tell from his very fiber and being that there was another Master and Servant so close from the ones he had just faced moments ago; what a lucky night it has been. 

Weeks have passed since his fruition into this world and all the while he has been denied the ability to hunt and kill; to spread his diseases and his plagues; to weed out the weak from the strong. Being denied that for so long... it was almost the same as if denying a lion from going out to hunt and eat for days on end, only to release it once it was starving.

That, was what this Servant was now; a starving beast craving and desiring battle.

Without a moment's hesitation, he clutched his gigantic weapon once again, and struck the wall separating Lancer and Michiko from him. His green eyes were illuminating through his darkly helmet, focused on the one who he was certain was the Master; Michiko. He snarled a bit before his sword began to coat itself in its grossly green aura once more, before giving off another blood-curdling laughter and proceeding to walk towards her.

The untamed beast was going to feed.