The Deacon Arms Tavern
【 Interacting with Sonja @vFear; Rider of Red @KawaiiKyouko 】
【 Magical Energy: 1200/1200 】
He listened patiently to his Master's words, the glass in his hand as he looked down to the solemn figure. Despite everything that had happened this night, the weight upon the young girl seemed far heavier than she deserved. If anything, he could sympathize. Actually, he could sympathize far more than he cared to admit. Even though the sunglasses and stoic figure of the grand Berserker made him seem unshakeable, the guilt of not protecting those in front of him, of not protecting those in need, would never lift. None of this was the fault of his Master however. She had taken the most natural course of action, and gotten others to safety despite the ambush, without even Berserker needing to be present. He raised his glass with one overly large motion, his head tipping back as he poured most of its content down the hatch, before 'slamming' down the glass on the table, though unintentionally.
"General, I'm not what you would call smart. You'll probably soon find out that I'm not actually all that good at planning at all, just using these muscles of mine to remove whatever happens to be in the way of my goal." In a matching gesture, he pulled up his right arm, showing off his biceps as the torn fabric of the shirt seemed to have an even harder time containing the massive python. "To do anythin' of worth, I need a good General. However, I can't fight under a General I don't agree with. Even if they can put these 'Glorious' weapons to use, I'd probably end up going against them even if it meant goin' out a little less glamorous than I would want. But, I can tell-"
Before he could finish his sentence, a drunken tone interrupted him, speaking sweet words of seductions. The Golden Boy was, if anything, an easy target to catch off-guard with this type of approach. The obscenities in her words were obvious, and immediately shook him, raising him into a panic as his face grew blush with a reddened color.
"Shu- I mean, w-what?!" He found himself turning nervously around to face her, but still being unable to actually look her in the eyes. This smell, this haze in her tone that made the thickest accents blur together even more. He was far too familiar with it, and not in a way that would let him stay composed. The mix of voices and random sounds, made it hard to catch anything specific, but for some reason, the hollow sound of a single glass from his Master being put down made shivers run through his spine. He looked back to get a glance at her face, and then turned right back to Rider. "W-was that..." He recognized the face, or at least, he thought he did. It was one he had felt drilling into his back several times when he had been approached by women during his life, though the intent was different entirely. Of course, the clueless young protagonist of children's tales couldn't make out the difference at all, if he had even managed to tell what it was during his life. "L-look, I, uh..."
Entirely lost for words, he had wasted so much time that the legendary Rider had moved away with disinterest already, his heart pounding rapidly as the Golden Boy took his 'defeat' at the hands of this woman. While Kintoki saw women as something to protect from harm, the two most frightening people he had met in his life had both been women. His affinity for stopping great calamities might be the highest of them all, but his affinity for those who desired him was rock bottom. Truly, this Golden Boy was nothing more than a 'Boy' in these situations. Still shook from the sudden encounter, he turned back to face his Master once, only to be reminded of the reason why he had turned away. Luckily enough, the 'frightening' face of a woman begun to fade away, as his Master seemed at least slightly more composed now. He reached out his hand to lay it on her shoulder, drawing her attention.
"A-anyway, the point is, tonight you acted like someone I would work under! Durin' that entire time, you could have told me to go wild and take out Saber, but that could've risked the life of those you were bringin' away from the fight, yeah? No matter what anyone else says, you were truly GOLDEN." Yes. Even though he had a wish of his own he wanted fufilled, he would never pursue that over the safety of others. His one true failing as a Servant in the Holy Grail War that would keep him from being an ideal candidate, was also what led him to be the shining example of a Hero worthy of a place in the Throne above. "From that moment onwards, you became not my Master, but my General in this war. Or would you prefer Commander? Aaah, there are so many 'Cool' names to use!" Despite his speech, he found himself slipping into his own habit of growing overexcited, acting as cheerful as a child at the oppritunity of getting to use the english words that were considered 'cool' by kids today. While trying to think up which sounded the best, he noticed the sleep-deprived eyes of his Master, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Well, we can think about that some other time!" How foolish he had been to not notice. "For now, you should go get some rest. With how things are going, the followin' days will be tough, so wastin' night hours after something like this isn't worth it. You deserve it."
He got off his chair, stretching his shoulders before speaking up again. "Oh, and could ya lend me a cig and a lighter? I want to 'Relax' a few minutes outside, fresh air is the best after all. I'll join you upstairs after."
It looked like he hadn't even thought of her concerns for his figure, casually asking for the thing which she seemed to have thought would taint him. As unpredictable as he was reliable, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing in this scenario.