[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/y33CMFH.png[/img] [i][sub][/sub] Wandering through Shinto Town[/i] [sup]_________________________________[/sup][/center][color=7B68EE]"Lair of sin,"[/color] Berserker repeated, almost believing his master for a moment. After all, the feeling his magic radiated was the real deal even if his personality was... over the top. Hard to grasp. Super annoying. The Pharaoh's irritation was quickly building after his master smashed the glass and with every word he said after. To desecrate a grave right in front of Berserker while knowing his identity... a show of power or the actions of an idiot? Though in truth Berserker cared very little for the resting places of those other than his own citizens, it was still plain rude. When Markansas got to the part about a [i]hell of his own creation[/i] Berserker couldn't quite take it anymore. He swiftly crossed his arms and give the man a look of pity before disappearing, taking his spirit form. As a true invisible ghost, Berserker followed his master through the streets. He noticed a lot of little things about the town and the man before him, things that left him confused but didn't do anything to quell his annoyance. How could he get through to his fool of a master? His master who seemed in control of dark forces yet seemed glad to summon a child and leave a burial grounds. His master who acted an idiot yet had the foresight to make a body double? Markansas was as perplexing as he was exasperating. Berserker was loathe to indulge in whatever delusions he had going on, but... [color=7B68EE][i]...will I be able to see it?[/i][/color] Berserker inquired. Though incorporeal, it was no issue to communicate through their master-servant bond. It was easy to note though that the Pharaoh didn't sound genuinely curious at all. [color=7B68EE][i]That 'hell.' I am no mere mortal, Master.[/i][/color] As they went along, Berserker deemed it appropriate to continue with his earlier line of thought. Then, once back at his master's workshop they could properly think of a plan. Or at least, attempt it... he really didn't know with this man. [color=7B68EE][i]You already know my True Name. Now, I'll tell you about my power as your familiar. A curse is my Noble Phantasm, and my Noble Phantasm is my curse...[/i][/color] He didn't mean it to come out sounding so much like something his master would say, and if he weren't in his spirit form Berserker would be rolled his eyes at himself. He'd never admit it would be a little fun to talk like that, even if it wasn't about the curse that he hated more than anything. Still, he went on, [color=7B68EE][i]I see you worry not about drawing the attention of others. That is fine. The earlier I use my Noble Phantasm to lay that curse upon another servant, the easier it will be for us in the long run. Feed me your energy and keep me alive while the curse takes it's toll on whomever touches me. That's the only way for a servant such as I to succeed.[/i][/color] [right][sup][@SSW][/sup][/right]