[Roboute Guilliman: WHAT!? Have you got IT!? You've gotten the Travel Lantern!?]
[Shinji: Mhmm... Yes my lord, I thank the Emperor for the lucky stroke, and gaining the Lantern. But...]
[Roboute Guilliman: But what?]
[Shinji: Haah... The Lantern is currently discharged. I need to regain all seven emotions before it can be transplanted into the Golden Throne. The Emotional Spectrum is, as far as I've seen, present in every dimension and world that I have visited. Some more, some less, but still present, lurking in the shadows. The issue here is that, haah, the issue is that I need the emotions to be in their pure, unfiltered, form. And that's the conundrum I'm facing here. I'll try talking with Calvin and see if the SCP Foundation can research methods to create a filtering system that isolates the emotions.
[Roboute Guilliman: No worries. I'll have the Mechanicus on my end figure out materials that can bend and forcibly shape the emotions into a container. Perhaps the Grey Knights can help me, for they are the ones most interwined with faith and souls, as they meditate in front of my Father all day long, *Urghh*...]
[Shinji: Alright. I shall inform Lucien. Oh yes, and before I forget, I'll be busy for the next few days, cause, y'know...]
[Roboute Guilliman: What'd you mean- Oh, the Holy Grail War... Are you not selected to be one of the many 'Masters'?]
[Shinji: Nah, too much of a hassle. Plus, after the shenanigan ten years ago (in my world), the four stooges in the Warp have somehow managed to triangulate and lock into the dimensional coordinates of my plane. It was only because of the Emperor's sword that I had barely managed to break away the locked corner, forcing the Daemonic invasion to stop in its tracks.]
[Roboute Guilliman: Interesting... Seems I need to talk with everyone here to understand how on Terra they were able to intrude upon your Universe. No problem, but are you sure you don't want to participate in the Holy Grail War?]
[Shinji: Nah, I'm alright. I prefer to stay on the sidelines. And Plus, compared to the battles in the Imperium, this is nothing but child's play...]
[Roboute Guilliman: You sure? Remember the old saying, 'Don't count your chickens before they hatch'. I suspect that you will be dragged sooner than later...]
[Shinji: You jest my Lord. Also, as a piece of advice, I suggest you speak with the immortal tin cans, for they are the most likely ones to know why 'that' happened during the last Holy Grail War...]
Sitting in his throne in Macragge, Guilliman groaned, for he knew Shinji was right. Szarekh the Silent One was the most likely candidate to know why the four stooges can intrude into the so-called 'Nasuverse'. But damn it, they act with such pompousness!
Head in hand, Guilliman ordered his men to call for Traezyn, and hope that he could call in Szarekh for him...
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As Shinji was meditating deep into the night, eyes closed, he felt an itching sensation in his hand. Snapping them wide open, Shinji quickly gazed down, groaning with annoyance in his voice. How the heck on Terra was I able to become a Master- Wait, no, it cannot be...
Whipping his head, Shinji stared at the broken staff he had left on his desk. Glowing bright white, it illuminated the room for a couple of seconds before dissipating back into oblivion. Before he could make sense of what had happened, the floor in his room lit itself bright red, as a magic circle materialised before him. As the Servant manifested itself before him, dust swirled in the air, clouding Shinji's vision.
"A-are you m-my m-m-master...?"