[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/VuJRTXX.png[/img] [i][sub]Banquet of Kings[/sub] Homurahara Academy[/i] [sup]_________________________________[/sup][/center]Jigen and Saber made it over to the Miyama side with little issue. They didn't run into any other masters or servants during the trek - apparently, having two beacons to draw enemies into made getting around the city pretty easy. Jigen had taken Saber's words to heart of course, the nature of the war, it's dangers... but on only the first night, he was feeling kind of good about it all things considered. He happily chatted to his partner about this and that, some of his own life and how [i]extra[/i] cool Theseus was now that Jigen had learned all that Google had to say about the man. As they got closer to the source of the far fireworks, it became clear that they were, indeed, coming from the Academy. [b]"Well, we're here! This is kinda like my home turf,"[/b] the boy observed as they stood outside of the school. Technically all of Fuyuki could be considered his "home turf," but being a student of course he was very familiar with the Academy itself. It gave him a little boost in confidence, knowing where everything was in the area, quickest escape routes... should that knowledge be needed. He'd hate to run, especially when he was supposed to be a partner to an epic hero, but he also had to survive so they could get Saber his wish - [i]and mine too, once I think of one.[/i] That said, he was very much looking forward to everything Saber had to teach him, he wanted to be a partner the man could be proud of. In the courtyard there were a handful of people already gathered. Various masters and servants... Jigen rubbed his eyes with one hand as his master's clairvoyance came into view on some of the 'party's' patrons. For him, it seemed to take the form of an advertisement - kind of weird, but it [i]was[/i] useful. The other servants were strong, even compared to Saber - at least, according to their parameters. It made sense of course, weren't they all great heroes too? He spotted one familiar face in the group, that of Zoe, and he gave the girl a smile and little wave. [i]Saber said I was right to turn her down, but to really think about future offers,[/i] he thought to himself, looking over the other masters gathered and considering. The Greek hero was right, if the terms of the alliance were laid out ahead of time it shouldn't pose a problem, but still... Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, Jigen focused on the magus he'd met earlier that day again. She had a guitar, that was [i]so cool[/i]. Then, that music playing servant might also be hers? She said he was Greek as well. Could he be a 'familiar face' for Theseus? The internet had told him that Saber was part of a large crew of awesome heroes, and there was an amazing musician among them. [b]"Someone you know, Saber?"[/b] Jigen questioned. [right][sup][@Breo][@Crusader Lord][@Phlogistinator][@Reflection][@Aoko Aozaki][@BB][@Phonic][/sup][/right][hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/y33CMFH.png[/img] [i][sub][/sub] Fruz Estate, Western Farms[/i] [sup]_________________________________[/sup][/center] [color=mediumslateblue]"Hm,"[/color] the noise was noncommittal as Berserker stood beside the larger servant with his arms crossed in front of him. They'd talked a little while their masters were busy. Markansas was skilled, Berserker saw that immediately though his personality had left the servant confused at first. Still, he had no doubt that Hercules' master would come out stronger than before, especially if the boy was really in as poor shape as he looked. Regardless, Berserker's eyes flicked over to Hercules at his single word, "perhaps," and he raised a brow. For his own part, Berserker had little to no interest in a gathering of heroes [i]other[/i] than the one they were already a part of, even if it was a so-called "banquet of kings." Berserker [i]was [/i]a king during life, but he had also been more than that. Although he hadn't chosen his path as his ally had earlier surmised, he was still a [i]Pharaoh[/i] - an existence beyond a king, commanding both mortals and spirits, a divinity made flesh passed down through his father whether he'd wanted it or not. The young servant would have guessed that "Hercules," a hero who ascended to godhood, would not be so interested in that group of kings either - wouldn't he have wanted to test his might against the bold Berserker in the park instead? And yet... Trying to reconcile the servant beside him and the thought of "Hercules" was a bit of a headache, but Berserker hadn't known the man personally of course. He accepted this "Hercules" as he was now, and though the Pharaoh was a little standoffish, he found he didn't really mind the man at all. [color=mediumslateblue]"Does it matter?"[/color] was Berserker's reply, a genuine question. [color=mediumslateblue]"Whether I want to be rid of something I hate, or to save something I may love. The result will be the same either way."[/color] He sighed and cast his gaze back outside. [color=mediumslateblue]"What of you? That fate you want to overturn... would you tell me?"[/color] [right][sup][@ReallyDumb][@Over Illusion][@SSW][/sup][/right]