Walking out of the Church, Shinji's expression quickly returned to normal, his earlier anxiety a facade to steer away from the inconvenient nuisances. In war, knowledge is power...
Feeling they've noted far away, Shinji stopped in his tracks. Seeing their de facto leader freeze in his tracks, the two stooges slowed down, wondering why he had slowed down. "Alright, you lot, materialise yourself. I want to know your opinions..."
Materialising, Mordred Pendragon, the traitorous son (dunno why she's called a he – she ain't got no balls...), swung down Clarent, creating a small crater in the ground. "So, husban– I mean, Shinji-san, what shall we do now?"
Seeing him give her the death stare forced Mordred to backtrack on her words. Gulping at his icy gaze, she backtracked her words. Ignoring her umpteenth attempts to woo him, Shinji put a finger on his chin, his thoughts racing, thinking on how to quickly finish this damn war–
Rustle, rustle...
Turning their heads, Shinji and Ritsuka saw Stelle, busy rummaging through a new trash can she somehow managed to acquire from who knows where. Seeing a bunch of eyes gazing her way, a pair of golden eyes peered out of the garbage bin, before offering a can of half-eaten tuna as a peace offering.
As they lay at an impasse, wondering what to do, two more Servants materialised before them. One was obviously Castoria, pinching her nose at the unbearable stench, gagging at the sheer volume of noxious fumes emanating from the bin. Another one, hoisting a pitch-black spear, attempted to skewer Stelle.
"Lemme kill this son of a b@£^£! Lemme at her!"
Seeing the gothic-dressed Servant attempting to kill her Master, it took the combined efforts of Shinji and the Servants (not Mash and Fujimaru – Mash had Ritsuka in a chokehold, to prevent her from joining in on the fun!).
Swinging her platinum hair aside, Morgan Le Fae, of the Berserker class, opened her dark blue lips. "Why must I be summoned by her!?"
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24 hours ago
Standing in front of a red magic circle, Fujimaru Ritsuka stood, arms akimbo, as her ser–I mean, kouhai, Mash Kyrelight, placed the Catalyst on one of the corners. Shinji could not see what it was, for it was blocked by Mash's ridiculous dining table of a shield (a dining table does not constitute as a shield – I mean, we may be warmongers, but we ain't some uncivilised barbarians!). Just as Gudako initiated her spell, Shinji's left eye began twitching.
It does not take a rocket scientist to know he's fucked
A bright flash of light erupted, before a loud punkish voice was heard from within. "Yo, Master, is lord Shinji here? You said he was here..."
Fuck...my...life...
Standing in front of him was Mordred Pendragon, clad in her signature red cloth and mithril armour. Carrying her famed sword, Clarent, she gave off a toothy grin, happy to come to the world as her beloved (future) husband, Captain Shinji Matou of the Ultramar. Ever since the events at yhe fifth singularity, she fell for him...
Hard at that
From the corner of his eyes, Shinji finally realised what they used as a Catalyst:
A lock of Mordred's dirty blonde hair...
Seeing chaos lord GudaGuda dancing her signature snake-dance-for-successful-prank, he knew she had succeeded. The only reason he did not strangle her was because Mash was giving her signature 'puppy dog eyes', his only weakness.
Sighing in defeat, hebturned towards his stalker. "Fine, you can stay. But if you do anything out–"
From beside him a guttural scream, scaring the shit out of him.
"Are you my Mas– why are you in a fucking trash can!?"