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[b][The Ottoman Empire Team][/b] - [i]Rulers of the Church[/i][/center]

[color=ed1c24]"Actually, I took out the pews because I just don't see a point for them."[/color] The voice of a servant came from above the Lancer and his Master. There, on a higher balcony was Archer, clearly a Muslim merely from his outfit. After all, he didn't even seem to really try to hide it. [color=ed1c24]"If you are to worship god, then you shall do it on your knees. You shall humble yourself before Allah. For there is only Allah, and his prophet... Well you know who I refer to."[/color] There was a smile on Archer's lips, his hands stroking through a dark furred feline. Notably, very little else was damaged, except the party might notice that all the crosses had been removed. Clearly there was a kind of take over going on. [color=ed1c24]"Besides, it took up a great deal of space, and there are better uses for all that wood. Making it into something like seats is a waste. Personally, I find a greater value of something like a good pillow. You can lay on them, sit upright, etc."[/color] 

Slowly, Archer began to walk, finding the nearest set of stairs, and descending to Lancer's position. Having by this time adjusted his furry friend to one hand, leaving the hindlegs dangling as he held up his other to shake hands with his fellow servant. [color=ed1c24]"Archer Class servant, pleasure to meet you, Lancer. I can only assume you are Lancer, because you don't fit the description of any of the others. Thus, you must be the one class of servant that hasn't been summoned yet."[/color] Satisfied with whether or not Lancer shook his hand, he turned his attention away, slowly pacing down the hallway. 

[color=ed1c24]"I didn't use everything though, so don't worry."[/color] He said, gesturing for the duo to follow him. [color=ed1c24]"You'll be happy to hear though that there are rooms for each servant and master pairing. I moved mine to the observatory, so you can have my former room for extra room if you wish it. First claim is on you, since you are the first here."[/color] It seemed he was interested on taking the duo on a tour, as if proud of his current works. Leading the two out of the hall, they passed by the living quarters, which was nearly an entire second wing of the building. It was partially obvious that he hadn't really touched this area of the church in his sweep of innovations. Simply because he felt little need to adjust it. Though oddly enough some of the curtains had been pulled away. Probably so he could make them into pillows. 

[color=ed1c24]"I have plans for tomorrow to start producing the first in a batch of superweapons."[/color] He added, stepping outside to look at several large lumps of iron and metals set aside. It was clear he needed more, as a pick-up truck was nearby, clearly having been used to pick up and drop off metal since the archer had arrived. [color=ed1c24]"I realize I am probably getting a bit too ahead of myself, but I have no idea what the others will need, so I'm trying to get a bit of everything going."[/color]

It was then that another voice broke Archer's clear domination of the conversation. 
[color=f7941d]"Are you boring these poor men with your talks of strategy?"[/color] Another man stepped out of the church, adjusting a mask over his face. [color=f7941d]"Archer, at least let them explore the changes on their own terms. We have to give people the time to enjoy things, rather than bog them down with details and non-essentials."[/color] Finally, the newcomer to this conversation gave a small bow to the lancer and his master. 
[color=f7941d]"Pleasure to meet you. I am Akshamsaddin. But you may call me Aksha. It rolls off the tongue rather easily."[/color]