Isn't that premise just Everyone is John but with some cops and robbers stuff on top?
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"Halt, comrade.", Rasputin said, sweeping out an arm to stop Lancer, "To raise arms upon holy ground is a mortal sin, not to mention it is the day of the Sabbath. For both our sakes, I must ask you to stow your weapon, lest we be struck down by the Almighty."
His gaze swept downwards, eyes flickering over the Japanese and her Servant. He locked eyes with Kurokiri before continuing.
"I should ask you and your creature to do the same, child. To call down the wrath of the Lord upon yourself is no trifling thing. Now, as for your challenge, should we not make a wager upon such things? Ah, but what to wager...", Rasputin scratched his beard and began limping his way down the hill as he thought, coming to a stop about four meters from where the opposing Master stood. He leaned down to study the cowering woman's face.
"...Yes, I am proposing this: Should we be winning, the two of you shall not be hindering Rasputin and his comrade for the duration of the war. Should you be winning, you shall be winning yourself an ally, and the great Rasputin will be doing what he can to help you be victorious. This is fair, yes? Ah, but I must still be insisting that you are allowing me to choose the time and place of this challenge, of course. Are we having an agreement?"
@kusanagifire @KoL
His gaze swept downwards, eyes flickering over the Japanese and her Servant. He locked eyes with Kurokiri before continuing.
"I should ask you and your creature to do the same, child. To call down the wrath of the Lord upon yourself is no trifling thing. Now, as for your challenge, should we not make a wager upon such things? Ah, but what to wager...", Rasputin scratched his beard and began limping his way down the hill as he thought, coming to a stop about four meters from where the opposing Master stood. He leaned down to study the cowering woman's face.
"...Yes, I am proposing this: Should we be winning, the two of you shall not be hindering Rasputin and his comrade for the duration of the war. Should you be winning, you shall be winning yourself an ally, and the great Rasputin will be doing what he can to help you be victorious. This is fair, yes? Ah, but I must still be insisting that you are allowing me to choose the time and place of this challenge, of course. Are we having an agreement?"
@kusanagifire @KoL
The equivalent of seeing a guy in an American military uniform and recognizing him as American military would be looking at Baldwin and thinking "this guy must be a crusader", rather than "this guy must be the king of Jerusalem".
There are a metric ton of famous historical figures who participated in the Crusades and the various seiges of Jerusalem and picking him out as something so specific is a load of bull. Dude isn't even wearing a crown, he's in cavalry armor.
There are a metric ton of famous historical figures who participated in the Crusades and the various seiges of Jerusalem and picking him out as something so specific is a load of bull. Dude isn't even wearing a crown, he's in cavalry armor.
So whether or not a servant knows something is completely divorced from historical background and common sense.
Of course, I should have known.
Of course, I should have known.
There's a number of problems with that assumption KoL.
Most notably, isn't your character actually El Cid's younger sister who took on his identity after he died and thus would know jack all about Jerusalem save for at best what was written in her brother's diary?
Most notably, isn't your character actually El Cid's younger sister who took on his identity after he died and thus would know jack all about Jerusalem save for at best what was written in her brother's diary?
Of course Rasputin is mad.
He just got out of a fake church service and now he has to deal with a titty crusader trying to pick a fight on God's lawn.
Also I wouldn't say he ignored the overseer. Shook the guy's hand and introduced himself, after all.
He just got out of a fake church service and now he has to deal with a titty crusader trying to pick a fight on God's lawn.
Also I wouldn't say he ignored the overseer. Shook the guy's hand and introduced himself, after all.
"I-", Rasputin bowed, plastering on a smile to disguise his look of disgust, "-Am the great Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin, last son of the Russian Empire, here to serve my master in this war of the grail. This is my Turkish compatriot, Dr. Akula. He is a terminally boring man who does not speak much, so please be going easy upon him."
Rasputin's collarbone throbbed faintly, though he payed it no mind. After all, what kind of complete moron would pick a fight near the only church in Fuyuki? You'd have to be clinically retarded or a woman to come up with such an immensely stupid plan. Rasputin stood up and shook the hand of the idiot pretty boy Japanese pretending to be a priest, wondering if this man had done something to the original. On the other hand, it was also entirely possible the church had been abandoned before the schoolboy had moved in. The Japanese were heathens to a man, after all.
His introduction finished, Rasputin lurched towards the door, leaving his Servant to make an introduction of his own. Standing outside the church, he took a breath of fresh air, glaring at the cosplay woman and her pet Japanese.
"The service has already ended, children. I suggest you arrive earlier next time if you wish to worship, yes?"
@kusanagifire @KoL @Unoedipal
Rasputin's collarbone throbbed faintly, though he payed it no mind. After all, what kind of complete moron would pick a fight near the only church in Fuyuki? You'd have to be clinically retarded or a woman to come up with such an immensely stupid plan. Rasputin stood up and shook the hand of the idiot pretty boy Japanese pretending to be a priest, wondering if this man had done something to the original. On the other hand, it was also entirely possible the church had been abandoned before the schoolboy had moved in. The Japanese were heathens to a man, after all.
His introduction finished, Rasputin lurched towards the door, leaving his Servant to make an introduction of his own. Standing outside the church, he took a breath of fresh air, glaring at the cosplay woman and her pet Japanese.
"The service has already ended, children. I suggest you arrive earlier next time if you wish to worship, yes?"
@kusanagifire @KoL @Unoedipal
It's fine this is Japan.
You can do anything you want and as long as you own it and look aggressive everyone will pointedly ignore you becuase it's less awkward that way.
You can do anything you want and as long as you own it and look aggressive everyone will pointedly ignore you becuase it's less awkward that way.
Twenty minutes later, the pair pulled up to the church, Rasputin parking at a small lot halfway up the hill. He leaned out the window, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. Yes, this was the smell of piety! Dragging himself out of the car, Rasputin beckoned to his Servant, a look of profound happiness spreading across his pale, wind-chapped features.
"It appears my map has not served us wrong, dear comrade!", he looked back at Vlad, "Come, child! Today, once again, you stand before God in the flesh! Let us celebrate as brothers before the divine, and offer our thanks for this bountiful miracle He has bestowed upon us!"
Rasputin practically skipped- or, no, that was just muscular spasms. Rasputin appeared to skip up the rest of the hill towards the church, beckoning his Servant as he did so. Limping towards the doors of the church, he stopped to catch his breath momentarily before entering, giving his Servant a chance to catch up. Once the two were together, he would confidently stride inside, inviting his Servant in after him and taking up a place at one of the rearmost pews for the duration of the service.
@kusanagifire
"It appears my map has not served us wrong, dear comrade!", he looked back at Vlad, "Come, child! Today, once again, you stand before God in the flesh! Let us celebrate as brothers before the divine, and offer our thanks for this bountiful miracle He has bestowed upon us!"
Rasputin practically skipped- or, no, that was just muscular spasms. Rasputin appeared to skip up the rest of the hill towards the church, beckoning his Servant as he did so. Limping towards the doors of the church, he stopped to catch his breath momentarily before entering, giving his Servant a chance to catch up. Once the two were together, he would confidently stride inside, inviting his Servant in after him and taking up a place at one of the rearmost pews for the duration of the service.
@kusanagifire
@Unoedipal
So should I just assume Index-tier anime Catholicism then?
So should I just assume Index-tier anime Catholicism then?
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