Gin couldn't help but scratch his head, bewildered at how gentle Archer had begun to treat him, as opposed to just earlier. As Archer's gaze began to scrutinize him, Gin had began to sense a few things from the apparent centaur. His gaze carried both that of a wild animal's as well as that of a teacher, or more specifically a
grand master, inspecting a potential student. When a Heroic Spirit with as much esteem and wisdom as Chiron has, even in his currently manifested form, takes an interest in one enough to stop in their tracks and change their disposition, then that one person would assume that there is something of interest about them that they, themselves, have not noticed yet. To Gin, however, his Servant's investigation had only led him to assume one thing.
It's the hair, isn't it?Scruf, scruff...Damn it, it is the hair..."Alright, but I'll be having some of my boys follow us to that bridge, if you really want to check it out..." Gin said as he walked away from Archer, grumbling to himself as he spat a small wad of saliva into his hands, combing his fingers through his hair as he tried to fix the mess that had been nested atop his head into something presentable. At fist, Gin began to walk towards the shed-like building he had used to summon Archer just moments before, kicking the door down as he stomped on in. First things first, he needed a drink...
Gin searched the room for the bottle of
sake.
Crap, it isn't here, he had thought, to himself, scratching his head. If one of his boys had taken it while he was gone, Gin would have been reasonably pissed... Expecting that the worst
did happen, Gin stomped his foot on the ground, as if he were about to shout, before he heard a tell-tale cracking noise after his foot hit the ground. Looking down, Gin had finally realized that the worst, indeed, happened, and that it was an outcome far worse than what he'd imagined...
Damn it, the bottle was shattered during the summoning ritual, wasn't it?!Gin put a palm to his face, weeping softly into his hand, figuring out that today just isn't his day. He bent over, picking up his trusty
bokken from the ground before retrieving a small bundle of talismans he had hidden under the floorboards, containing spells he had written, beforehand, in case he had summoned a malevolent spirit. Thinking on it more, however, something like
that would have been a bit better than an
alcoholic archer. Does he even have a bow, anyway? Gin grunted to himself, once again, stuffing the talismans inside his
yukata before heading out.
"Don't know if you'll want to set up shop at the bridge, though," Gin began, to Archer, closing the door as he walked out of the shed.
"If anything, it seems like a dumb place since it's-" Wait a minute. The shed had a
sliding door, didn't it. Eh, someone can fix it later.
"... Since it's between the city and a whole lot of nothing. But if you insist on it...""I've got about twenty men I can call on to help us out, by the way. Don't think they can take on another Servant, and that's not what I plan on using 'em for, but they could help us root out any dirty foreigners lurkin' about. I plan to keep at least ten, here, situated around Miyama, making sure to pay attention for any foreigner activity, with two of 'em checking out the town's best leyline, Ryuudou Temple, while another two pairs head over to the Tohsakas and Matous, two of the three magi families who are supposed to own this city, according to the association. Pft..."Gin began to stretch, using his
bokken to help him accomplish that while he continued.
"Thinking about it more, there might be some rats sneaking around Shinto, as well... I'm thinking of sending over six of my boys to scout out Shinto, if you want to, while I bring the last four of my men with us. Your cave's a kind of bar, and a bar needs some staff, doesn't it? Eh, they've worked through worse. Either way, we still have some daylight left to figure things out."With a satisfactory
pop from his back, Gin lightly balanced the tip of his
bokken on the ground, placing an elbow on the bottom of its handle and leaning towards Archer's direction, resting his chin on his raised fist, while raising an eyebrow.
"You're supposed to be the wise guy here, right? My plan sound good, or what?"
Yankee
Dane