Servant: Archer

   “Alright. Let’s do this.”

   “Heroic Spirit Arash Kamangir. I have been entrusted with the power of the planet itself, and so take on the title Grand Archer. If my aid can protect this world that I so love, then I offer it gladly.”

   “...Umu.”

   “Thank you, Nix.“ He’s humble enough about it, but there’s no need to deny it outright. He’s a good-looking guy! “The Saber of Elsewhere and I took advantage of the last White Day to refresh our costumes.”

   “I don’t have anything that could be considered a maid outfit, but this isn’t so bad.”

   “I’m Clairvoyant. I could know. But where’s the fun in that? Some things are eternal: Christmas. A tyrant declaring their own festival. Elizabeth messing up Halloween. And Summer. It’s how it happens that matters.”

   “I’m fine working through all of these Lostbelts, but really, I’m just thinking about summer. I hear there’s a male Archer who gets a new skin. So... I’m hoping...”

   “--Nice hood.”

   “...Moshi moshi.”

   “What’s my secret? I don’t think I have one. --Oh, unless you mean Clairvoyance. Helps me get out of the way of most drama before it happens.”

y’all ever think about arash being put in a party with schehrezade and using stella

   “Careful, Caster. I don’t need...” A glance down; casual, medical appraisal of his situation. A mortal blow for a man, but for a Servant? Sure, this could be fixed.. “Intestines, or blood, to fire a bow.”

   “Whoops.” Messed up. Messed up bad.

   “You can try it, but I’m not even worth Mana Prisms.”