Isamu tried not to stare at Beserker, and sighed slightly before facing his servant,. "Their [explanation]. I figured they might of some use to you in fights, give ya a little edge, or a trump card to help you of you find yourself in a pinch, and I'm not around to lend a hand. Have you ever used [redacted] before?"
Isamu grimaced. There really was no other plausible reason, unique ability of their servant not withstanding; and even then it was about as foolish a move as one could do in the war. Turning the church against them, and making them a primary target for local authority and revenge minded Magi. Granted, he couldn't eliminate the chance that it might be the work of some third party trying to target the Grail War participants by upping local security.
He sighed, for now it was best to leave this in the church's hands; if anyone would be equipped to deal with this, it'd be them. Though depending on how things progressed he might need to lend a hand. For the time being he stored the sample in case he found some other use for it later.
After verifying that there was little of note from his familiar for the moment; Isamu left his workshop and left in search of Beserker. It was time to make preparations for what was to come. Upon finding his servant and asking for permission, he attempted a new spell in hopes of better obfuscating his mythical accomplice. "Alright Beserker; I got a question for ya, do you have any other weapons or equipment other than your sword?" he inquired as he inspected his work. "I couldn't help but notice that we [redacted]; so I think I might be able to give ya an extra edge in a fight,"
Isamu couldn't help but wonder why a magus would employ such a weak hex; it couldn't have been to target the other Master's given the how weak the curse seemed to be. He considered for a moment the possibility of them merely attempting to increase the saturation of prana in Fuyuki; perhaps as part of some larger scheme to effect Fuyuki's leylines perhaps?
As he sat down on his chair over looking the sample, he pondered what other uses such a ploy might have in the war.
Knowledge (Magic): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
"Will do," he chimed in happily; Maybe I am getting the hang of this, he happily mused to himself before finishing his meal. After excusing himself he heads up to his workshop, bringing with him a sample of tainted water for study. Once he had set up the appropriate fields and safety measures; Isamu began the task of analyzing the water. Be it's cause magical or mundane, he would hopefully unlock it's secret soon.
He just couldn't keep his mouth shut could he? An hour into the morning and he was already shoving his foot into his mouth. "I'm sorry; I-I shouldn't have," stumbled the young magus before sighing,"Thank you for sticking with me; especially for enduring my occasional relapse of foot-in-mouth disease," he joked with a smile, trying to lift the mood a bit after his latest blunder. They'd been together for so long, and yet he still screwed up like this. He made a note to ask his father for advice sometime; surely if anyone knew how to speak to a proper lady and act like good husband it be him.
With that lapse of judgement out of the way, Isamu continues devouring his meal; making attempts at polite conversation, and find out what Aono's plans for the day. He himself would most likely be dedicating himself to observation and preparations if the day went well.
Perception:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
"Oh doubt you'd have to worry about that; Beserker is a surprisingly good-spirited fellow for his class. Sure he grunts and roars a lot, but he doesn't really seem that angry. Certainly doesn't seem to have a hair pin trigger for his temper, and I've yet to see him needlessly lash out at something; suppose we looked out that way. I got a good feeling about him," he explains before taking a few bites of his pancakes, toying with the sliced bits for a while with a downcast gaze.
Isamu wrestled with the words, and the urge to say them before giving up and playing the old song and dance. "While I do appreciate everything, and the risk all of you are putting yourselves through to help me; I-I still think it might be best of you all left me here by myself," he commented, the knowledge of Caster weighing heavily stirring up again those old feelings from conversations that he'd thought had been put to rest.
"You're all way to important too risk getting caught in the crossfire of this war; lord knows what the collateral damage in this fights are like, and depending on the servant my magecraft might be enough to keep you all safe. Honestly, I'd have better peace of mind if the three of you were far from Fuyuki. I care about you all, and I don't want to risk you all getting hurt because of my mistakes," he swiftly argued with a pleading look, before Aono could respond.
They'd all had this conversation before one way or another, they all wanted to do their part to help him win; but when what one holds dear is so fragile, could one blame him for being so persistent about this matter. Caster's presence of his mind merely served to aggravate those fears; presenting a plausible scenario in which they might just come true.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
No notable figure had arrived other than Beserker, and his Servant abnormal calm led him to believe that this Caster was unlikely to narrow down their location any time soon; granted every second he could buy himself was worth the effort. For the time being their foe was only familiar with Beserkers presence, anything he could do to distort that would serve them well. For the time being his additions would hopeful better their chances until he could find a more permanent solution.
Beserker's refusal to share what he knew irked him, unable to take Caster's abilities into account he had little way of knowing if he was wasting his time regardless of how powerful he made the ward's. This was worsened by the fact that if Caster had told his master about Beserker they'd be at the top of their hit list; most likely striking at them as soon as opportunity presented itself. Just his luck really having to deal with a Caster this early in the war. Oh sure he had his own trump card for those types; but he'd never tried it against a foe of that scale before. He sincerely hoped Caster's master was either a coward, or too incompetent to make use of his Servants's full potential.
Isamu released a heavy sigh upon completing the complex task just before an odd idea struck him. It would certainly depend on the kind of man this master was; but perhaps it need not be so terribly inconvenient, he mused, lazily leaning back on a chair as he rested from his task. Both our servants are quite familiar with each others abilities; and they might be willing to postpone it if they had the chance to leave it for the closing act, He pondered as he grinned taking a liking to the idea, before sighing and heading down for breakfast. He was getting ahead of himself, it was a risky ploy, and anything that caused tension between Beserker and himself would prove troublesome; and then there was the master, who's abilities he knew even less about. Still, it was something to think about.
After grabbing the newspaper he proceeded down to the dining room; hoping his parents had gone ahead and he wouldn't have to explain himself just yet. If all went well, then he and Beserker would have quite an eventful day ahead.
Isamu beamed, "Excellent," he exclaimed with a pleases smile. "Unless there's anything else you wanna share, I'm going to reenforce the ward's and then grab some breakfast," he explained as he stood up from his chair and started towards the door. "Oh! And would you like something to be brought up? I understand Ghost Liners don't normally need to eat, but if you've got the munchies for something I can check if I can get you some," he offered politely from the door.
Isamu scratched his scalp slightly, "Assuming his master doesn't force the issue with a command seal, or tries to act without his knowledge anyway..." he added before sighing in defeat, it was clear Beserker wasn't going to budge. Given their history, it seemed like he'd have to trust his judgement on this one.
"Okay, I'll leave Caster in your hands then. I won't mess with your duels with him unless my hand is forced; though I'd appreciate it if you give me the heads up before duking it out, bonus points if you can keep it away from civies. That said, given the nature of your conflict somebody might try to use it against us; be it Caster's master, or another Servant. So, at some point I might need to you take a rain check, or otherwise end one of your engagements with him early if needed. Is that okay with you?" he asked respectfully while studying Beserker.
Isamu sighed, taking the time to maul over Beserker's words; a small part of his mind complaining that it was still far too early in the day for this. It took a few assumptions, but once he thought he'd pieced it all together he spoke up to confirm. "So, your friend's this wars' Caster. Joy," he spoke out loud to confirm his interpretation, quietly cursing his fatigue the night before. He should've stayed up until Beserker returned; it seemed such a foolish decision in hindsight.
He'd have to discuss the matter with his parents soon enough. Granted the fact they weren't under attack yet was a good sign. "Alright then, what type of man is your foe? Is he likely to devout himself to hunting you down, or is he more likely to wait until you run into each other again? Is he likely to come at us head on, or lure us into a trap? Have you been able to defeat him before, or do your bouts usually end like last night? Most importantly, what can you tell me of his abilities?; and what I should expect from him and be wary of?" he inquired, some of these would mean little depending on what kind of Master this Caster had been paired with; but it was still valuable information if he could get it.
By the looks of things, he'd need every edge he could get his hands on.
"I see," he commented, a part of him had hopped that beserker might've been able to take his foe down by himself last night; but perhaps this was for the best. "Do you know what class your friend was summoned under? Would he have someway of tracking you?" he inquiered, the last question with a hint of worry; his magecraft might be good enough to beffudle most mortals, but he was unsure how it could hold up against a servants if push-came-to-shove.
Servant Watcher wrote:
@Matsuoka, Isamu:you find Berserker sitting calmly meditating in the living room, manifested, with his sword laying next to him, although he doesn't visibly react you can tell he knows you have entered the room.
Isamu studies Berserker as he walks in measuring the mountain of a man, and checking for signs of any linguering marks of his previous excursion. "Good morning Beserker, I take it your reunion went well?" he questioned as he sat down near his Servant.
The coming morning Isamu happily stretched in bed; welcoming the new day with a pleasant morning haze. He made sure not to disturb Aono upon rising; having learned early on that the poor girl had trouble resting at night. Even if she had rejected his offers in the past to aid her as she aided him; he at least insisted on letting her sleep in.
So it was with renewed vigor that Isamu began his day in search of his way ward servant; hoping Beserker had gotten himself into too much trouble the previous night.
"Yeah, rest sounds good." he agreed with a nod, part of him wondering who Beserker was going off to meet. Isamu stretched his sore muscles as he walked up the stairs; upon realizing the hour the young magi sped up his space. Hardly having notice time go by, he did not wish to keep Aono waiting longer than needed. After all, they both needed some sleep; and he had a long day ahead of him tomorrow.
Some how, Beserker's words failed to reassure him; but Isamu relented, knowing it best to let Bessemer act for now, he was clearly lucid enough to make his own decisions. "Alright, just..." He trailed off feeling rather awkward for what he was about to say "careful. Wouldn't want you to suffer some grievous injury because I wasn't around to assist you," he added even if the displeasure of being left in the dark ate at him, Beserker's finally words just salt for a man who thirst for answers. "I'll do what you ask for now, but I hope to get a few answers next time,"
Isamu took a moment to compose himself as his spell fell through, before snapping his fingers; causing the dark sphere which had encased the pair to lift, even as the inner lights faded away one by one. The young magi lowered his hood, raised his goggles, and sighed as he turned to face his family.
Isamu laughs somewhat awkwardly at Beserker's statement, not having any true way to defend himself. After all, 'my parents wouldn't tell me' was a poor excuse; not to mention a horrendous to one's first impression. Though his chuckle died out when he...felt the sudden shift in the air, before then he had been aware of the Mad Enhancer ability; though it had seemed more like background noise, or irritating static. However, the sudden spike in intensity upon beserker eyeing his family caught him off-guard; he was unsure what to make of it, and Beserker's following suggestion worried him more still. His refusal to share his name irked him slightly as well. Though before he could ask for an explanation, he noticed Beserker's attention being suddenly called away.
"What's the matter Beserker?" he inquired, hoping that his servant was not sensing an oncoming assault upon their home.
Isamu gave a hearty laugh even as he strained against his servants power, "Ah friend, I do not hope, for I have just gained what I sought. The chance to clearly hear you speak," he cheered merrily with a smile from the high of his accomplishment; he hadn't been sure if it would work, but it did. Beautifully in fact, though it was not something he'd be able to do as often as he'd like.
"Sadly, I can't keep this up for as long as I'd like, so we need to use our time well. I'm afraid that I didn't quite catch your introduction friend, may we start from there?"
Servant Watcher wrote:
"Well comrade, What I intend to do is isolate and remedy our comunication problem.Now then, let's start," he explained before rubbing his hands together and initiating his chant.
"The heaven's cry out,
"I might be able to understand the gist of what you've said, but I must confess that I couldn't understand everything clearly. If I have trouble understanding you now while in a quiet space, it's safe to say the same will happen in the field; which may cost us in battle. I'm going to try and see if I can fix that," he elaborated as he carefully guided the lights into position.
Isamu could not help but grin at Beserkers response. He was almost certain he'd spotted a gleam in his partner's eye before it respond it. He understood me! he cheered internally. Quick response, complex speach patterns and appears to be quite lucid and has a good grasp of the situation. Looks like he came out of the grinder well enough; oral communication took a hit, but he still seems to have his language skills intact. Need to get a better grasp of things, but I think can work with this, he noted as he observed Beserker's demonstration and speach.
"Father, Mother; please stand back. I'm going to try something, and its going to get pretty cold. Rather not get you two caught up in this if possible, seeing as this might be my only chance to do this for a while. Best to act while your foes still haven't raised their guards after all," suggested the young magi as he lowered his goggles and pulled up the hood of his jacket once more, before focusing on his servant. "Friend, I'm going to try something that'll hopefully clear the air and help us both out. I'm going to need you to stand still for a bit, alright?" he explained as he began focusing his prana for the project ahead.
Isamu lowered his goggles over his eyes and braced himself against the sudden violent wind; eventually being forced to shield himself and his family from the cutting gales unleashed by the summoning, and quite thankful for the wards keeping a lid on this fiasco. That said, he couldn't help but feel there was something wrong in the air.
Oh sure, he had been assured of his servants power, it was to be expected that it's emergence would be quite the show; yet something was off. The young magus replayed the ritual in his mind, finding himself unable to determine the cause for this violent outburst. However, once the storm begin to clear the reason was clear; his champion had been called under the sign of the devil.
"Ah mou,"he muttered with a grimace upon spotting the aura of madness as the beast wailed to the heavens above, before sighing in disappointment after ensuring his parent's were well. He had hoped, nay, prayed for this not to occur; it was truly one of the worst out comes he had considered and yet there it was. The fruit of their labor in all it's maddening fury. He took comfort at least that this was the greatest boon he could have gotten, trying not to think of the possible alternatives that would make this least of all evils.
He turned to his father, raising his goggles now that the storm had begun to die down, and quietly listened to his optimistic view. "That's true, atleast when it comes to the stupid ones. Archer and Caster are gonna be tricky pair to deal with. Though moving him around's gonna be e the real trick; especially if a fight breaks out." he commented as reached up scratch the back of his head while studying his handwork; his mind already noting the needed adjustments, being forced to discard so many avenues of attack and simplifying procedures to accommodate it would take a heavy toll on their adaptability and coordination.
His attention was however drawn back to his servant, and it pained him to hear it speak; he couldn't help the pang of guilt he felt for trapping this great hero in this state. Isamu looked up at his servant and took several steps forward to approaching; standing at the border of what remained of the summoning circle.
"My name is Matsuoka Isamu, I have called you here by the Grace of the grail to help champion my cause in the coming war in our beloved Fujuki City. What say you to this?" he inquired meeting Beserker's gaze with his own; studying his motions and eyes in search of something spark beneath the tempest of his emotions, as Isamu awaited Beserker's response or reaction.