@TurboshitterIt's your character. Chances are Archangel may not even want to do just a master. Regardless it is your character if you want to keep on keeping on you do as you will.
I'm willing to see what he has to offer if he wants to make a Master for Assassin, but I wanna give @Grey a shot too.
Albert smiled, partly in relief and partly in amused exasperation for his Servant's enthusiasm.
"Ze 'ouse of God is quite a ways away. Fourteen kilometers by my reckoning. Zat's about zirty-zousand six-'undred cubits, but I'm sure ze Grail told you zat. 'Owever, I don't actually zink it's a good idea to go zere right now, ma chère. May I call you 'ma chère'?" he asked more out of formality than for her permission. "I'd be 'appy to take you zere later if you wish to speak to ze priest and commune with God, but zere's a bit of a situation zere right now. Ze ozer Masters and Servants have gazered zere for a meeting, and I zink it would be best if we observed from a distance."
That was certainly the bold-faced truth. Much as his peerless crusader might like to proclaim her faith in front of the holiest of holies, it would give them an invaluable tactical advantage to spy on the meeting rather than attend it. Whatever information the priest was handing out, his familiars could easily pick up with the kind of hearing only animals possessed.
JK, his owl, was particularly gifted in this respect, which was why he'd picked her to listen in on the conversation. If a dog could hear their owners' arrival before they even got to the door, then an owl like JK could hear them before they even pulled into the street, chewing gum and singing along with the car radio. When you figured in that kind of hearing, actually attending the meeting in person became a chump's game. He was content to simply listen to whatever valuable information the priest had to offer from afar, after which he'd have a good first look at the identities of all the Masters in attendance without actually having to expose himself or Roland.
Albert stopped to think about that for a second. Roland. Rooooolaaaaaand. It seemed ill-fitting a name for a woman, and was kind of awkward to say now that he knew the truth. Was there a more feminine form of that name? Rolande perhaps? Roly? Roel?
He shook his head. A matter for another time. Right now, "Berserker" or "ma chère" would do.
"Besides ma chère, we 'ave yet to introduce ourselves formally," he said, his smile taking on the slight contours of a smirk. "I'm sure zat after we get to know eachozer better, we'll 'ave a more... mutual appreciation for eachozer's skills. For starters, I can tell you where your legend may 'ave diverged a bit from ze truth. If you'd indulge me, zat is."
@TurboshitterArchangel has shown interest in playing maybe he'd be willing. Other than that i can try the Interest check again. Grey would still play beserker.
Edit: Just like to say it's not that I don't mind grey being slow because he's taking 'to longer to post'. I mind it because it's slowing down turbo a little. I understand he just posted a day ago and maybe I'm just impatient and I'm not being fair to Grey but I still try to give people things to do in IC.
Ah, okay. Well, I'll talk it over with Grey and he should probably talk it over with you too, since he had plans to make a Master for Assassin.
Electricity crackled around the circle as the lights flickered back into being, their diligent watch momentarily broken as if distracted by the magnificent figure they all now beheld. Albert's hair stood on end. The hounds growled for but a moment, silenced by a harsh mental reprimand from their master. A black knight stepped forth.
His immediate instinct upon beholding his Servant was to consult his Master's intuition, a special type of clairvoyance granted by the Grail to read the stats of Servants. Though he'd never used it before (obviously), the information was delivered to him as soon as he thought to look for it, as if discerning the abilities of Servants by sight was as natural as being able to tell if someone's eyes were blue. This was one of many gifts granted to Masters.
The honeycomb mold crunched beneath the black knight's steel boot as they left the circle, offering their allegiance to him. He was pleased. A surface examination of his Servant's stats revealed they possessed A ranks in most of the important combat parameters when boosted by the Berserker class' signature ability. Truly, they possessed abilities worthy of a Knight class, had he chosen instead to manifest them that way. There was, however, one minor detail that was bothering him.
Damn zose are some nice legs...
He stared at his Servant, who towered over him like an iron giant, evidently distracted by her physical appearance. Her. As in feminine. He'd summoned a woman, not a man. This was immediately troubling.
He scratched his head, regarding his Servant with equal parts awe, confusion, and agitated, rising dread.
"Yes..." he said hesitantly, not quite sure how to answer her question. "But zat depends. Are you... Roland? Roland of Brittany, ze most famous of Charlemagne's paladins? You are, aren't you?"
He tried to hold back his shock and disappointment. Not in her, necessarily, but in himself. Everything had been perfect. The heir of Prelati was to summon Roland, and no one else. If it had turned out he'd summoned the wrong Servant, that he'd failed, after all his idle boasting and the effort he'd put into obtaining his catalyst...
He shook his head, trying to avail himself of the doubts that now plagued him. No, that was impossible. The abilities of the Prelatis as summoners were beyond reproach. His catalyst had been the very fragments of Durandal, scraped from the walls of the Breach that bore Roland's name. There was no possible way for him to have summoned anyone else. If he had, it might have been an even bigger achievement than summoning Roland in the first place, because failing a summoning with such an obvious catalyst would have clearly meant he'd somehow broken the Grail.
No wait, he thought. Maybe zere's anozer explanation.
He had heard of this before, believe it or not. Some anecdotal evidence from past Grail Wars had suggested that certain Heroic Spirits who were remembered by history as men may have either disguised themselves at certain points like Hua Mulan or had their legends altered posthumously by future historians and the passage of time. It wasn't unheard of, is what he was saying. Or at least, that's what he was trying to convince himself of. He certainly hoped it was the case.
"I'm sorry if I sound surprised," he added, not wanting to appear impolite. "It's just zat if you are Roland, I was not quite expecting you to be a woman. It seems 'istory 'as chosen to remember you differently zan you were in life."