#grailblooded

“So you’re here, too, huh.”

It wasn’t that he necessarily hated the guy, even though the feeling wasn’t mutual. His displeasure at starting the conversation was just because knew how the other Servant acted. The Beserker had made it more than clear in the past he didn’t want anything to do with any of the other facets of himself that had wandered through Chaldea’s halls, for whatever reason. The Lancer has his guesses, but he wasn’t about to go at it with him about something that hardly mattered in the grand scheme of it all. There were plenty of folks he could get into about in terms of ideologies---another version of himself wasn’t exactly high on the list.

    There was nothing welcoming down here. Only small, abandoned rivers whose villages had long gone, and only the cruelest nightmares chiseled damp into stone paths. The underground painted a much darker picture than the world above, where one could at least catch a familiar glimpse at the stars above. Ah... -- but how had he fallen so far into such a place, Arjuna wondered? The answer wouldn’t come to him easily. His mind felt clouded, and yet his abilities seemed perfectly in-tact. Nothing that measured on a human-scale should’ve been able to penetrative the defenses of his mind, yet perhaps the energies that lurked within the dimly-lit tunnels had been buried for so long that greater things had begun to stir.

    The only thing Arjuna was certain of, was that it was all a mistake.

    Even more so when he’d mistaken a hulking form ahead of him for some phantasmal creature, when his fingers had slipped at string and let loose a light that pierced the shoulder of whatever encased it for protection. It gave no shout of alarm, and he gave no instant response -- for his arrow had illuminated his target the moment it landed. That was... 

     “Step aside.” Arjuna moved past without an apology, through the foul and murky water, for that bulky tail had always been in the way -- even back when he’d been forced to stand behind and wait for orders. The lights of the tunnel flickered and cracked, and the archer caught sight of what he’d been looking for: bodies.

        “Another talented Magus! How lovely it is to finally meet you: I’ve heard many things about you- all good things of course, though all may be exaggerating, no one can please everyone but I’m only mentioning the important- and it’s been much too delayed an encounter.”  Fingers press together gingerly and lean at her chin as her excitement manifests itself in quickening speech and the curl of a smile, eyes peering about him calculatingly. He doesn’t carry himself in the way of Casters that she’s familiar with do nor does he seem to bear the proper equipment, regardless of the... unconventional mages she’s heard of.