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The armonious, scintillating blue faded away gradually, the shape of Reisi Munakata's servant beginning to be shown. Violet orbs surveyed attentively the void, obscure ones of who was meant to be his familiar during the Holy Grail War. And the Blue King would be miserably lying to himself if he said he was not surprised even a bit. Was this really the Grail's will?

Regardless the gender—she was nothing but a child.

Or at least, so she looked to his sharp eyes. Her stature, as well as her soft features reminded the man of an albino infant wrapped in blue clothes. The man was not dissappointed, nor jaundiced. If she had responded to his call, then she must be a servant, the one that had been chosen to fight by his side. Even if the female had such an appearance, she would probably be worthy of serving him. Reisi was certain—his familiar had to be powerful.

The mere fact that she had knelt down in front of him made the bluenette smile with something close to satisfaction. That showed her loyalty towards his master, her nobleness. That icy composure that reminded him so much of Awashima-kun it pleased him plenty, too. It seemed this servant was not going to defraud him in any way. Walking in her direction with a gentle pace, Reisi bended down once he was placed in front of her, long, soft fingers reaching her chin and pushing it up until their eyes met. 

"Such an obedient child... You shall serve me properly indeed."

"You can look up now" the man in blue stated in a calm tone, giving her a short nod in signal of permission. Then, he stepped back a little to provide her of some more room to maintain a conversation. Sitting down on the edge of the table, Reisi took out a pack of Blue Sparks, his chosen brand of cigarettes. He had considered tasting the flavor of a first-grade tobacco on his mouth while he talked to the albino servant. The man did not smoke too much, yet he did not reject having a cigarette or two at some point. Approaching the burner to the tip of it he set light to the cigarette, lips wrapping around it’s other side as he took a puff.

As exquisite as usual. 

There were some details he should know about the albino, though. The master had to acquire knowledge about it's servants abilities, as well as it's identity. Reisi had the intention of winning the war; thus this information would be plenty useful. "May I have your name and the class you belong to?"

♕ Summoning the Noise; Closed to Echo

Sometimes, she wondered why she had been selected to be take part on the Holy War as a servant. The girl couldn’t help but try to think the reasons of why she, Echo, had to serve a different master than the blonde with bicolored eyes she used to be loyal to in the past. She was confused. Why? Why she? Why her world had changed, once again, this time to a most dangerous world, a battleground? 

It didn’t matter how much Echo thought about that, she had nothing special. Nothing that made her be the ideal participant for this war. A war in which everybody fought, everybody tried to kill each other in order to see their dream fulfilled. Dreams of love, health, power or death.

Dreams, something the servant didn’t have neither, something that she was never allowed to have.

And now, Echo had to be ready to die, fighting for a dream she didn’t have, serving a master she hadn’t seen before.

Until that moment.

The servant had felt the power of the man who wanted to be her master, the intensity of his call. She had closed her eyes, letting him summoning her, and feeling how the world around her was disappearing and changing. When Echo opened her eyes again, the place around her was one she had never been before, an unknown one. As the blue light was fading slowly, Echo, staying still in the summoning circle, waited for her master’s silhouette to become clear.

And, then, their eyes met.

At first, the girl didn’t say anything. Her silver eyes observed the man in front of her. A powerful person he was, indeed. She could feel it easily. Perhaps it was his appearance, the calm atmosphere around him, or perhaps even his violet eyes, which were looking at her back, expectants, interested.

Echo knew it— her master was a King.

¨Master.¨

She knelt down, looking away from his gaze and, instead, looking at the ground. ¨Echo will serve you from now on with loyalty, Master.¨ The silver haired girl whispered, solemnly.

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The summoning of his Servant had been a complete success.

Not only Reisi had gained a powerful familiar who would fight alongside him; his own skills and capacities were something that made the man in blue feel proud of himself as a Master, indeed. Now, thoroughly and carefully, he shall made his way to victory. To the Holy Grail, and the wish that it will grant to the one worthy of obtaining it.

It wasn't a matter of fighting senseless, recklessly bumping into enemies and trying to finish them off. A war is tactic—brute strength is not needed. That's the style of a fool, and Reisi Munakata dislikes it the most without any doubt.

The Blue King felt like having a walk around the city better, his optics gazing upon the surroundings of Fuyuki. Acquiring some knowledge of it's whereabouts was a matter of concern as well, since it could provide him some advantage when it came up to fighting his foes. Knowing the terrain in which the battle is settled is always a bonus.

But what he certainly did not expect quite a familiar voice's plea to reach his ears during his walk.

That tone couldn't be forgotten— low and gravelly, laced with that slow laziness that is so distinctive of the Red King; Mikoto Suoh.

"I did believe you could light it on your own... Suoh" Reisi's voice came out calm and silken in return, emphasizing the surname of the man. Who thought they would both end up dragged into this game. It was then when he turned; lilac hues were laid on the redheaded's bright, fierce amber ones, as he made his way to one of the pockets of his jacket and took out both a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, offering it to Mikoto afterwards. It sort of reminded him of the previous time they smoked together.

[Open/Intro]

┌Letting out a yawn, Mikoto sat up slowly. Lazy amber hues shifting over his surroundings. What a headache. Being brought here for some stupid war that he wouldn’t even been interested in if it weren’t for the ‘wish’. Not that he would even know what to waste a wish on in the first place. All he wanted to do was get back and make sure that Totsuka’s murderer received a proper punishment.

Running fingers quickly through his pockets he found the pack of smoke he was desperately craving. pulling one out he quickly propped it between his lips before starting a search fro his lighter or matches. Nothing. Damn, he really didn’t want to waste his power on something as stupid as lighting a smoke.

Speaking of his power… Was it just him or did the energy feel weaker? Was it because he didn’t have a ‘master’? This really was a headache, wasn’t it? Letting out a heavy sigh Mikoto made his way into the sidewalk, one hand stuffed into his pocket. The other hand reached for the nearest person that had started walking past him.┘

“Do have a light?”

┌He grumbled the question around the smoke in his mouth, before nodding toward it as if indicating that he needed something to light the cigarette with.┘

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♕ Summoning the Noise; Closed to Echo

Being selected by the Holy Grail in order to participate in the most grandiose of games  was something that made the Fourth Royal King's heart feel more than honored. Enrolled in a fierce battle against the remaining Masters and their fellow familiars—the very fact of thinking about it pleased Reisi plenty, an emotionalism he was not entirely used to marching along every single inch of his whole being. The last piece of his most recent 500-piece Tenshou Shuubun work was placed in the very last vacant gap, the corner of the man's lips drawing a slight smile of satisfaction. Then, his eyes were laid on the successfully finished summoning circle. It seemed it was about time he accomplished his first task on his way to the Holy Grail.

Turning on his heels, light lilac hues gazing upon his flawless, spherical work traced on the floor. Reisi was confident about his capabilities. The summoning would not be an arduous matter for the Blue King. He was more than prepared to make the call to his familiar.

"I hereby propose.

My will shall create thy body,

and thy sword shall create my fate."

Three burning command spells glowed on his hand. His right hand was lifted. The circle gleaming in a beauteous, radiant blue. Voice loud and clear as the surface of a river.

"If thou dost accede to this will and reason, answer me."

This is a chess game. Reisi Munakata is, without room to any doubt, the King. And he shall summon a Servant, a pawn worthy of being by his side. Worthy of following his every command, worthy of fighting for him—worthy of, if needed, dying for the sake of the man in blue.

"I hereby swear.

I will be all that is good in the eternal world."

I will be the disposer of evil in the eternal world.

But let chaos cloud thine eyes."

No enemy shall stand against him. He will thrust every foe, sharp and precise; like a sword. As he recites the summoning spell meticulously his eyes tighten little by little, his grin widening at the very same time. Which of the seven classes will be the one blessed to fight alonside him?

The brilliance among the summoning circle augmenting, Reisi forms a smile that shows his teeth. It is almost done. He is almost there. About to meet the Heroic Spirit that shall serve him. His blood boils. His long, delicate fingers almost tremble in excitement.

"Thou who art trapped in a cage of madness.

and I, who doth hold thy chains.

Thou, clad with the great trinity, 

come forth from the circle of constraint."

A flash of light infringes on the office, the summoning almost about to be completed. And thus, he will join the war. Making wise choices, walking along the battlefield with a slow, painstaking pace, he, Reisi Munakata, the Blue King will raise the victory. He could not be more reliant on his own skills, on his own power of attorney. Blinking softly, he recites the last phrase, the silhouette of his soon-to-be Servant emerging from the blue lightning.

"... Guardian of heavenly scales."

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“You didn’t actually think you could change my mind, did you? That’s so not your style.” “Not really…I came here to see a friend.”

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The Sadist & the dog. [K episode #7; Kuroh vs Munakata; The damn sexy fight]

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