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Attending Church
[@Yukitamas] - [@Scallop][@floodtalon][/center]

Fingers brushed along Tesla's skin, and already an alchemical kit was on the table. A sample of blood to start, cleaning the wound and investigating the area around it. Xerxes had a long life, and that meant he had learned a great deal of skills. One of which was identifying poisons. He could tell almost immediatly that Tesla's blood was abnormally thick. A sign of possible stroke? The yellowing of the skin around the wounds could hint at something else. The blood alone meant that this case may require something more... Powerful than traditional medical magic. 

Walking around Tesla, he reached out and held up a light, grumbling as the pupils were already dilated. Arsenic poisoning could explain this, and unfortunately it was difficult to pin down without checking it earlier at the source. 
[color=fff79a]"Wisdom I have in spades."[/color] Xerxes joked, already applying stitching to the areas. [color=fff79a]"You though, have symptoms in spades. This poison has roots going back from ancient Egypt, to the modern day. It's not just a good poison, it's a kind that has withstood the test of time. There are very few that I can list that match that description."[/color] He explained, clearly running through the list. He wasn't about to name any, but arsenic came up again. Was this an Egyptian poisoner? There was clearly a lack of experience on display in the poisoning process, but that could be ruled out as merely being a result of Tesla falling into a river full of it, diluting it with water.

A good smack on Tesla's back would answer another question, awkward reaction times. Even for a servant there was something off in the timing. [color=fff79a]"I want you to relax, but I also have something that may ease your troubles."[/color] The persian master sighed, and turned to Ludwig. [color=fff79a]"Ludwig, I need you to go into the basement, and snap off a branch of the plant I've been growing."[/color] He expected that to be done quickly, and he had a mortar and pestal already out to grind the branch into a fine powder. 

At this time, his alchemical research was done. And the mage let out a sigh of contempt. [color=fff79a]"You are lucky to be alive. You have two kinds of magical signatures, both foreign to your body. The first comes from the wounds, and the second is with the poison. I can't determine without further study, but the energy inside your body is aligned with spirits. Not a traditional kind of poisoning."[/color] 

Placing the kit down, he finally let himself relax. [color=fff79a]"I want you to tell me everything you remember after falling into the water. Any kind of symptoms, or other things you might have seen. The oni is not responsible for all of this."[/color] He could have teased the man about this, but he doubted it would do either of them good. 
[color=fff79a]"Right now, you have symptoms of Arsenic poisoning. It's nearly impossible to detect in the body, but as you are a servant, it's not some hack poisoner. I want you to ponder on any servants who may use arsenic, since that can give us a starting point."[/color] With a sigh, he finished grinding the plant into a powder, and had begun to stir it into a tea. [color=fff79a]"But, you will be fine if you drink this."[/color] The herbal tea, made from the Haoma, a mythical plant of persia that could cure any poison known of this earth. 

[color=fff79a]"I will have to have somebody investigate the water, and possibly get a better reading than what can be found on your body."[/color] Xerxes said, putting his equipment away by the time Tesla had finished his new arm. [color=fff79a]"As for what you can do for me, I want you to create a weapon for my protection. I'll explain the details... In private."[/color]

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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
[@Sageage][@Cu Chulainn][@Seirei No Hai][/center]

There was something... Something comforting in the way Rider spoke. As Roland had finally let out some frustration, he turned his mind to listening. And despite never turning to look the other servant in the eyes, he felt a kinship. 
[color=00a99d]"Rider, you remind me of my uncle."[/color] Roland said, to break the silence in the moments before he was walking away. [color=00a99d]"My uncle did indeed mourn my death, but he used it as a stepping stone. He took what I had given, and defeated his enemies. That was the purpose of my death. To make my uncle greater, and to become a stone so that he could sit upon his throne. I guarantee that those you called friends were watching you from where they sat in the heavens. You cannot be a king, if you did not have those stepping stones."[/color]

He adjusted his cloak, and finally exposed the bandages that covered the spot where he had lost his arm. Maybe, he shouldn't hide it. He was alone now, and he hoped that what he had to say gave Rider some comfort as well. He reached for the blade, and pulled it from the dirt, taking it as his own noble phantasm. He could tell that this blade had been passed around, and now, it had become his. He accepted gifts so easily. But this one? He wouldn't allow it to leave him. This blade, he would protect until he had taken back his own. 

[color=00a99d]"When my master is able, I know a place to go."[/color] He said, to himself mostly. He had only been there once, but the name of the man who ran it had been echoing in his head since he'd learned it. There was a healer who he could rely on, more than any other. [color=00a99d]"Chiron. I will be coming for you."[/color] He said, and placed Rider's blade into the sheath that once held Durandal. [color=00a99d]"And when I am done, I shall return this to the man who gave it to me."[/color]