[color=aba000]"I-"[/color], Rasputin bowed, plastering on a smile to disguise his look of disgust, [color=aba000]"-Am the great Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin, last son of the Russian Empire, here to serve my master in this war of the grail. This is my Turkish compatriot, Dr. Akula. He is a terminally boring man who does not speak much, so please be going easy upon him."[/color]

Rasputin's collarbone throbbed faintly, though he payed it no mind. After all, what kind of [i]complete moron[/i] would pick a fight near the only  church in Fuyuki? You'd have to be clinically retarded or a [i]woman[/i] to come up with such an immensely stupid plan. Rasputin stood up and shook the hand of the idiot pretty boy Japanese pretending to be a priest, wondering if this man had done something to the original. On the other hand, it was also entirely possible the church had been abandoned before the schoolboy had moved in. The Japanese were heathens to a man, after all.

His introduction finished, Rasputin lurched towards the door, leaving his Servant to make an introduction of his own. Standing outside the church, he took a breath of fresh air, glaring at the cosplay woman and her pet Japanese.

[color=aba000]"The service has already ended, children. I suggest you arrive earlier next time if you wish to worship, yes?"[/color]

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