"She was lookin' kinda' sus, with a finger up her arse," Faeran sang idly to himself as he rifled through a large chest situated at the bottom of Kotomine's bed, one hand idly picking up empty hilts and sucking them into the mirror world while his other hand held onto a golden jug of wine, "And the shape of ma' cock on her forehead."
He had to admit, it was some good shit. Kotomine had some great taste in wine. Or Gilgamesh did at least.
Also as he pulled the last hilt he could find out of the chest, he had to admit. As far as Black Keys went, that stupid ass priest was fucking loaded with them.
What the hell was he gonna do with a hundred and fourteen Black Keys? Was he trying to be Priest Gilgamesh or something? 'Well whatever, mine now.' Faeran snorted taking a swig of the wine.
Did he mention the wine was good shit? Way better than paying some street bum to get him and the lads some buckfast. Seriously, it was enough to even get him and Cu tipsy even with servant constitution and all that good shit.
It was too bad they were in the situation they were in and couldn't get properly plastered.
He closed the chest lid gently. For a reason mind you. His eyes drifted over the shut chest up to the bed where two curvy feminine forms lay peacefully snoozing on either side of the bed.
Once he was done playing around with Fragarach, he decided putting them both in the bed after he found it would do them some good. It also let Ritsuka sprawl out fully on the couch.
'You know, that space between them looks right tempting.' Faeran's lips curved up mischievously as he eyed the space.
A white fluff ball leapt up onto the bed and stared him straight in the eye as soon as the thought passed through his mind, "Fou!" Fou yipped at him, little blue eyes narrowing at him.
"Fine, fine." Faeran rolled his eyes and turned away from the juicy target of a space. He wasn't done clearing out Kotomine's booze anyway.
Stupid cock blocking squirrel dog thing.
As he made to leave the bedroom behind Faeran cast a glance over his shoulder at Fou. It, quite pleased with itself burled in a circle like a dog before curling up between the two girls, though leaning more towards Mash than Olga.
Something about that little thing seemed really off and totally wigged him out. He had a feeling he totally knew it from somewhere and it wasn't really some little fluff ball at heart.
He couldn't feel any massive well of mana from it or anything, but all his instincts were screaming at him that this thing was strong.
He knew what it was. It was on the tip of his tongue. But, he just couldn't place it? It was annoying for sure.
'Well whatever, I don't need to sleep anyway.' the teen huffed and left the room. All he needed to recover mental fatigue was booze!
And he could work on his motorcycle while he was at it. He didn't really have access to a mana furnace or anything and couldn't be bothered making one, but he could get the basic upgrades out of the way and he even had Cu around to throw in some runes!
"C'mon, think of how amazing it would be with Sowilo." Faeran protested.
"And I'm telling you, it's too powerful for such a narrow thing," Cu rolled his eyes, "It'll probably work for the first few times but it'll wear down. There's only so far reinforcing it all and Ehwaz will take it. Ansuz won't give as big a kick and won't be able to overpower the enhancements and still give it a boost."
They were currently back in the crappy church lounge. Multiple golden jugs lay empty and scattered through the room and the pair of them were currently arguing over the best runes to inscribe onto Faeran's new motorbike.
Or well, the final rune to use. Because he had already reinforced it at every point from the tires to the engine and Cu had enhanced it even further by inscribing Ehwaz runes all over it and even put Ehwaz runes over the headlights to make it even more stupidly durable.
Right now, they were arguing about what rune to put within the exhaust. Because, Faeran wanted the magical rune equivalent of nitro's.
"Tch," Faeran clicked his tongue and crossed his arms petulantly like the teenager he actually was, "I suppose you have a point." he grudgingly admitted after a bit of thought.
"Of course I do you brat," Cu snorted, "Which one of us is the druid of the forest here? Oh right, me. Once you go learn this shit from shishou and have her kick the shit out of you for the slightest mistake, then you can complain to me about what I think is best when using them."
That said, the blue haired Irish demi-god crouched down behind the motorbike and began inscribing runes within the exhaust.
"Man, you're only a step away from 'back in my day' with that spiel old man," Feran crossed his arms and looked over his shoulder to watch him use the runes. While Runecraft wasn't quite as simple as just making the rune, it still paid to watch a master at work and learn from how they went about it, "I might take you up on that challenge though if I ever run into Scathach. You know they call you Irish Hercules as a joke sometimes where I'm from? Well, I'm basically Scottish Hercules now, I think she'll take to me even more than she did you."
He supposed the nitro were only a minor point really considering Cu had added a speed enhancing rune to the bike while he was at it and even added some kind of modified rune that would reduce the drag the wind would have on it. The nitro would just be icing on the cake, or jizz in the whore as it were.
In response to his words, Cu just chuckled, "You know, I would absolutely pay to see you meet shishou," the blue haired servant responded not turning to look at him, "I can see it now. you'd act all cocky just like you do with me, probably hit on her like you do with the two lasses here because as monstrous as that hag is, in body she's got beauty to put a princess to shame, and then she'd break your legs, it'd be glorious, hah!"
Faeran's eyebrows rose in interest, "Really?" he asked, "But there's some legends that say you were her lover for a bit. Me and you aren't that different, well besides my cock being massive and you having a shrimp dick."
"You're gonna make a lot of enemies with that mouth of yours," Cu shook his head, not even taking offense at all, "And aye, I did lay with shishou a few times, damn near lost my life in the process. Lemme give you some advice from one 'Hercules' to another, if you ever meet her lad, don't try it, it'll seem like a really good idea at the time, but it's really not and you'll regret it."
Now he really had his interest, "What do you mean?" Faeran asked, leaning forward in curiosity.
"Well lemme put it like this," Cu looked over his shoulder and his crimson red eyes were actually dead seriously as they stared into Faeran's own bright blue, "Even you're little inherited twelve lives won't save you. And Shishou apparently became an even bigger monster after I died, I'd run for the hills if she came after me lad."
Before Faeran could ask him to elaborate any further, the sound of groaning to their side drew his attention and he looked over to see Ritsuka sit up and tiredly rub at his eyes.
"Morning master, have a good nap?" Cu stood up from the motorbike dusting his hands off, apparently finished with his inscribing of the runes. He did quick work that was for sure.
"...Caster?" Ritsuka yawned before pulling his hands away from his eyes. He cocked his head to the side and Faeran felt a brief flare of mana from him before the older teen nodded, "Yeah, looks like I'm fine and the rune tattoo's have healed in good, I should be able to use t-" Ritsuka froze and his eyes widening.
"...How did I do that?" He asked himself before grasping the side of his head and wincing lightly, "That was...Structural Analysis?"
"Looks like," Faeran grinned, pride filling him, it seems his little ploy had payed off. See, most magi in general, Shaw and the Morganach family included treated the likes of Reinforcement, Gradiation Air, Structural Analysis and basic beginner spells like that as totally useless. Despite the fact they had such amazing uses. Like Structural Analysis, you didn't have to be an autist like Shirou Emiya who used it alone for like a decade to get a brief detailed overview of anything you used it on - Like say your own body and getting a good look at anything out of place, such as injuries or such in need of treatment, "For curiosity sake, what did you use as the trigger for opening your magic circuits?"
In general, the trigger for the self hypnosis that opened the magic circuits tended to be more or less instinctual and at the same point, tragic. He for instance, instinctually remembered the rev of a bus engine, the engine of the bus that almost killed him when he was only ten years old and destroyed the dream he'd been training for diligently near every day for four years straight, since he was six. Shaw on the other hand, imagined the squeal of a dying hare.
His first and only pet. That his father forced him to kill to prepare him for the life of a magus. God were magi fucked up.
"...An explosion and the ruins of Chaldea.." Ritsuka answered back in a bit of a daze.
Yeah that sounded about right.
"How's your head?" Faeran changed the subject, "The information flowing in all right?" he asked. He had stimulated the knowledge in the command seal, or rather bootleg magic crest now to let the knowledge flow into him while he was asleep.
It should more or less flow into him naturally and let him adapt to it properly and let him treat it as if it was something he always knew. It would just take a little bit of getting used to. But it should be nice and quick regardless.
Ritsuka shook his head and let his lips form into a smile that he directed at both Faeran and Cu, "I'm fine. It's a bit odd suddenly knowing all I do now when I was basically just a normal guy yesterday, but I'm grateful," The older teen lifted his hand up and clenched it into a fist, "With this I won't be a completely useless piece of dead weight dragging you guys down."
Man, Faeran had to admit, Ritsuka was pretty amazing. He was thrown into all this just like Faeran, but unlike him he didn't have the same amazing advantages he did that let him adapt to it all, yet despite all that Ritsuka was doing all he could and not backing down or letting it all get to him.
He must have nerves of steel. Because Faeran was sure if it weren't for Herakles mental abilities, he'd have been freaking out pretty hard at least in the beginning.
"That's the way master, you've got the look of a man about you now," Cu praised him, the blue haired servant walking over to clap him on the shoulder, "Don't forget that recklessness yeah? It's that feeling alone that made heroes in the first place, the root that let us oppose fate."
"...Caster.." Ritsuka stared up into his servants eyes, smile growing at the praise and words of advice.
'Smart words, I think.' Faeran felt something stir and thrum in his chest at the words. 'Herakles?' he wondered. It wasn't really him, but something about those words stirred Herakles within him.
Despite the fact that all logic practically said to not be reckless, that it would just make everything worse if you didn't think things through. Faeran couldn't help but feel they were kind of profound.
After all, what logic was there in this situation?
Heck, if he let logic dictate he wouldn't have had the balls to mess around with Fragarach and all those other Noble Phantasms that once belonged to Gilgamesh.
Ritsuka continued to stare up at Cu, before blinking as he caught sight of what was parked directly behind Cu in the middle of the room, "...Is that a motorcycle?" he asked dumbly, "...Why is it parked in the living room? Actually, why can I sense mana from it?"
"We got bored waiting for you and the others to wake up." Cu shrugged, taking his hand off of his masters shoulder.
"We needed something other to do than drink all of Kotomine's booze and take the piss outta each other," Faeran shrugged in agreement, "I picked this bike up earlier, figured we could work on it a bit and turn it into a mystic code for shits and giggles."
"Aye and it turned out great," Cu thumbed his nose and pointed proudly at the motorbike, "This things easily on the level of the brats axe sword at this point, it may as well be a low level Noble Phantasm at this point with how tough it is."
"Durability wise probably," the Scottish teen hummed, "Fire power wise though? Not quite there. It needs a cool charge attack, like an energy field that when you speed up in it and crash into someone it looks like an energy beam."
Like when Medusa used her Bellorophon. That shit was amazing.
"Eh, the way it works energy, lightning or fire would just screw it over in the end and you'd need to replace it," Cu rejected the notion, "At best I could add a bunch more wind runes and make like a huge like hurricane aura or cloak thing around it, but it'd cost ya' a hefty amount of mana to do."
Faeran's head whipped around to look at the Irish demi-god, "You can do that?" he asked eagerly.
Cu snorted, "Pfft, lad, remember who you're talking to here." he didn't even dignify that question with a proper answer.
"Bitchin', let's do it!" Faeran pumped his fist. He had plenty of od to burn as things were right now. Even with giving up two command seals to Ritsuka and Mash, he still had more than double the amount he had before he yoinked the ones from Kotomine by a decent little margin.
Ritsuka's eyes trailed over to the dozens of empty golden jugs before looking back to them, "You two are drunk and making a mystic code out of modern technology?" he stared at them as if they were idiots, "...I don't even know much about creating mystic codes beyond that Faeran has passed on to me through that command seal, but even I know that's really stupid."
"Haha, don't be such a stick in the mud master!" Cu chortled, "I told you, don't forget to be reckless sometimes right? Besides, I'm a servant and the lad is a freak of nature, even if this blew up we'd be fine!"
"Aye," Faeran nodded sagely, "Besides, we're only tipsy. We're not new to drinking."
"You're only fifteen." Ritsuka deadpanned back at him.
"So? I've been drinking since I was twelve," Faeran didn't see the problem, "And it's not like I've been drinking wimpy stuff like bacardi breezer or anything. I started off on cider and buckfast and even tanned some good bottles of whiskey I got my hands on even then."
Ritsukas sighed, shoulders slumping, apparently giving up on that topic, "...What about me though?" he asked, "I'm not servant or anything like that and I was right here, if it blew up I'd have probably gotten killed or something."
Silence.
Cu looked straight up at the roof away from his master and began to intently examine the completely white ceiling as if it were incredibly interesting, all the while whistling innocently.
"Oops?" Faeran rubbed the back of his neck and laughed sheepishly. He actually did not think of that all, "My bad mate?"
Ritsuka palmed his forehead, "..You've gotta be kidding me," he groaned, "And I admired you! I thought you were so cool and reassuring with everything you knew and how strong you were."
"...Your sacrifice would have been in honour of badass motorbikes?" Faeran 'comforted' him.
Ritsuka gave him a baleful glare, "No." he denied flatly.
"Oh c'mon mate, I was sure it wouldn't have blown up, it's not like we've tried using the runes yet," Faeran blatantly lied. His shiny new personal skill - Riding: E showed the truth in that statement, "Besides, don't lie, I know you think it's cool as fuck and want to try it out yourself. No guy our age hasn't imagined driving about on a motorbike and picking up some hot ass birds."
Ritsuka opened his mouth to respond, before pausing, his words dying in his throat. Because, as expected, he could not deny that statement. Every guy dreamed of looking cool in front girls at some point, and well there wasn't much cooler to the average teenage male than having a motorbike.
Faeran was an expert on teenage males after all. He was one.
"That's what I thought." Faeran grinned smugly.
"Oh shut up," Ritsuka rolled his eyes as his shoulders slumped in defeat, "It's still not cool that you didn't think of me while working on it you know."
He was not wrong there though.
"Yeah, sorry about that, honestly," Faeran nodded at him, "That was our mistake mate, it won't happen again."
He really did need to work on that whole just battering right in there thing. He'd kinda been doing that a lot since he got here yesterday.
Man he really did use little logic at all didn't he?