Hm. He would be the last one standing at this point, wouldn't he.
[ With Peperoncino and Beryl Gut dead and buried among the curses of a human tomb, and Kadoc lost among the smoking ruins of Olympus, that's six of the seven gone. But such a situation is Rasputin's problem—or would be if he weren't off babysitting a brat—and at this point, none of Muramasa's business either. It's curiosity, not loyalty.
(Who the fuck is "Tezcatlipoca" anyway? I mean, there's a regional guess to be made there but... it's not anything he knows himself.) ]
Look, any good blacksmith is thorough. My blades are always sharp, no matter who places the order—and its not like a Servant gets to be picky about their patron...
[ No, wait, that sounds like excuses. He stops, rubbing at the headache he can feel growing. ]
Well, you know. If you end up needing a blade now, I'm not going anywhere soon.
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[ With Peperoncino and Beryl Gut dead and buried among the curses of a human tomb, and Kadoc lost among the smoking ruins of Olympus, that's six of the seven gone. But such a situation is Rasputin's problem—or would be if he weren't off babysitting a brat—and at this point, none of Muramasa's business either. It's curiosity, not loyalty.
(Who the fuck is "Tezcatlipoca" anyway? I mean, there's a regional guess to be made there but... it's not anything he knows himself.) ]
Look, any good blacksmith is thorough. My blades are always sharp, no matter who places the order—and its not like a Servant gets to be picky about their patron...
[ No, wait, that sounds like excuses. He stops, rubbing at the headache he can feel growing. ]
Well, you know. If you end up needing a blade now, I'm not going anywhere soon.