[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GwRIsVY.png[/img] [h2][b]Jack[/b][/h2] [i]"Beantown" (Workshop), Shinto Town[/i] 
[@Cu Chulainn][/center]

Jack couldn't help but burst into applause at Mr. Tree's actions. He really was a great partner, the two were already working in sync! His mind was overflowing with ideas for what he could do with the power of Mr. Tree- the bean-related possibilities were endless! 

Approaching the now-bloodied bean plants, Jack's eyes lidded shut as he extended a hand out towards them, opening his Magic Circuits and calling upon his magecraft with the same ease as breathing. The beans themselves thrummed lightly, before seeming to absorb the blood that had been splattered onto them, glowing lightly in the moments that followed before returning to simply looking like normal beans. A few seconds passed where Jack was looking at the beans in earnest concentration, before he turned back around to face Mr. Tree.

[i][color=39b54a]"■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■■ ■■■■ ■■■■, ■■■■■."[/color][/i]

Jack's mouth didn't move, simply smiling impassively at his Servant. No words were said. However, given his existence and his connection to Jack, Remus might feel it. The sensation that 'something was being said', even if he himself couldn't hear the words. After that moment had passed, Jack blinked a couple of times, seeming to realize something before speaking up.

"Oh, sorry about that, forgot to switch back! They said thanks, they really seem to like that!"

Mr. Tree probably couldn't hear the [i][color=39b54a]■■■■■ ■■■■■■[/color][/i], could he? That was sad, but it made sense; even if he was Mr. Tree, he was shaped like a person. It was sad, but oh well! At least Mr. Tree and his friends were getting along. Speaking of-

"Oh, right! So for this war thing, I had some ideas, Mr. Tree!"

And on the two idiots went.

[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/gR6oFps.png[/img] [h2][b]"Hercules"[/b][/h2] [i]Yo-Yo Party, Commerce District[/i] 
[@ReallyDumb][@Crusader Lord][@Flood][@Yankee][@SSW][@Reflection][/center]
A boy had come forwards in the aftermath of his great battle, speaking of All the World's Evils, of Kings of Calamity, of heroes and villains. Roused from his thoughts, he now noticed the presence of other Servants and the reek of magecraft. Others had come to witness the grandeur of Hercules. 

Very well, then. It would not do to refuse the show this boy had offered. He would seek out and strike down these Kings of Calamity, a labor of his new life. 

...however, before he uttered those words, something changed. The flare of magical energy, the casting of magecraft. His eyes flitted over to the source of the ripple, to a man who had dared to paint over that boy with light and sound. To interfere in a conversation between adversaries? Foolish, yet commendable. However, even that was only a prelude for what came next.

Another boy materialized besides the one who declared himself All the World's Evils. This one was a Servant, one Commodus had been able to see before materialization, and yet one he paid no mind. When the boy materialized in full and was given that moment of credence, though, the expression worn by the emperor tightened.

"You...?"

He looked at the boy, at the Servant saddled by a curse from the moment of his birth, a fate handed down to him due to the sins of his father as ordained by the world. This bears repeating, but Commodus was no magus nor Consecrator. What he was, however, was a person. Like understands like, and so, in this moment, he saw something in that Berserker. 

Not knowing his name, not knowing his wish, not knowing that he was cursed, he could feel it. That boy's eyes told him everything he needed to know.

He turned to face the Berserker, momentarily dismissing the rest of the world. 

"...one who rebels against the fate that the world forced upon him. A blessing and a curse, one chosen by men and gods before you could speak. Is that the case?"

Gone was the laughter, gone was the absurdity. His words were not screamed. His tone was level, steeped in a weight that was so far distinct from his attitude of moments earlier that one might wonder if he was replaced with an identical doppelganger moments earlier. 

"Boy, you who call yourself the embodiment of humanity's evils. You and your Servant, would you care to join me?"

It was not a demand. It was not the edict of an emperor or a god. There was no trace of a threat beneath his words. Whatever the sight of the Berserker had done, in this moment, Commodus was speaking merely as a man. 

"The fate that the world shoulders us with, I will crush it with these hands. If your desire is of the same cloth, I would implore you to stand with me."