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Crusader Lord
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Bacon“Mr. Ullser,” Ritsuka asks, “would you and Saber sit in the hall? I'm sure, you and Ms. Khünbish will find a less posturing and unnecessary questions there,” she narrowed her eyes, placing her hands upon the table, “Unless you'd like to --”
“ Pardon me,” cut in Assassin, as she seated her sleeping Master. “I had to force those stubborn nurses to let my Master out of the ICU,” she tipped the brim of her fancy hat, “I don't want to see that my scuffles were for naught.”
Ritsuka eyed the unnerving Assassin, and huffed. Da Vinci cleared her throat, “Assassin is right, Ritsuka. I understand your motivations, but you've never been good at setting a welcoming atmosphere. Perhaps, we cut to the chase, eh?”
Assassin smiled warmly.
Ritsuka raised her right fist, Command Seal glowing, before she closed her eyes, and sighed, “Assassin. There's blood on your cheek.”
Gasping, the Assassin would disappear from sight. “A thousand pardons, Madame Director! I've sullied the dinner table with my unsightly appearance!”
Ritsuka groaned, and her Command Seal faded. “Anyone else like to add onto Mr. Ullser's opinion? Ms. Khünbish, would you like to bolster your Servant's opinion? Please, offer your opinions, since you might never get another chance.”
Da Vinci palmed her face, as she sank into her chair. “What, now...!?” Ritsuka asks, exasperated.
“You have no people skills...!” Da Vinci lamented, as she slowly sank under the table.
“I do so!” Ritsuka says, offended, “I've summoned nearly every Servant in CHALDEAS! I'm friends with all of them! Even Hercules and Lancelot! And, Gilgamesh likes me on Tuesdays!”
Da Vinci only groaned louder from under the table, while Ritsuka held the tablecloth up to argue with her.
“Eheheh~! This seems like a fun dinner party...” the Master of Assassin says, one eye open. “Ritsuka and Leona can argue for hours. If you have questions, I'll answer them. After all, I'm the lucky winner of the Jackpot...”
“ Pardon me,” cut in Assassin, as she seated her sleeping Master. “I had to force those stubborn nurses to let my Master out of the ICU,” she tipped the brim of her fancy hat, “I don't want to see that my scuffles were for naught.”
Ritsuka eyed the unnerving Assassin, and huffed. Da Vinci cleared her throat, “Assassin is right, Ritsuka. I understand your motivations, but you've never been good at setting a welcoming atmosphere. Perhaps, we cut to the chase, eh?”
Assassin smiled warmly.
Ritsuka raised her right fist, Command Seal glowing, before she closed her eyes, and sighed, “Assassin. There's blood on your cheek.”
Gasping, the Assassin would disappear from sight. “A thousand pardons, Madame Director! I've sullied the dinner table with my unsightly appearance!”
Ritsuka groaned, and her Command Seal faded. “Anyone else like to add onto Mr. Ullser's opinion? Ms. Khünbish, would you like to bolster your Servant's opinion? Please, offer your opinions, since you might never get another chance.”
Da Vinci palmed her face, as she sank into her chair. “What, now...!?” Ritsuka asks, exasperated.
“You have no people skills...!” Da Vinci lamented, as she slowly sank under the table.
“I do so!” Ritsuka says, offended, “I've summoned nearly every Servant in CHALDEAS! I'm friends with all of them! Even Hercules and Lancelot! And, Gilgamesh likes me on Tuesdays!”
Da Vinci only groaned louder from under the table, while Ritsuka held the tablecloth up to argue with her.
“Eheheh~! This seems like a fun dinner party...” the Master of Assassin says, one eye open. “Ritsuka and Leona can argue for hours. If you have questions, I'll answer them. After all, I'm the lucky winner of the Jackpot...”