Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-27743663-20160607015202/@comment-27743663-20160626011035

Boredom. That's all Nigrum felt as he stared out the window of his jet, eyeing the clouds and shining lights down below. He lightly turned his head after hearing some commotion, seeing Berserker wolfing down all the food in the cabinets. He seemed to be content, at least for now.

Nigrum looked down at his right hand, the command seals hidden by his glove, but he knew regardless what was under it. Rather than command seals, it was only command seal. Really, to have to use two command seals on the night of his servant summoning just to calm him down. If Berserker went, well, his namesake, he'd be doomed.

He was hoping the two weeks spent at the mansion training and...largely attempting to survive got him the great sage on somewhat better terms, at least enough for him to slightly obey. These thoughts were really the only thing to entertain himself with, since he was sooooo boooooooored.

Why couldn't the jet just land already? They were practically right above the airport. You'd think since it was a Private Jet and not a public plane it'd go a little faster. Well, if he took a public plane, he might actually be there already, but going on one with Berserker is a horrible idea.

He should begin planning what to do once he arrives though. Hmmm...well, he doubted any of the other masters would be arriving by plane. Most of them must have already set up shop by now. So, he should be safe from encounters for now. Looking back over at Berserker, he saw the giant continuning to shove food down his mouth, shouting out in a large muffled voice filled with half chewed food.

"Bewhold! Imf the grut sage! Ecwual of huvemph!" he exclaimed, bits coming out and landing on the floor below, before he began shoving more food into his mouth.

Then again...controlling Berserker might not be so hard. He seemed to be satisified as long as he had food and got to occasionally destroy things.

"Young master, we shall be landing shortly. Within the next minute, to be precise. Please prepare for turbulence," spoke out his pilot through the intercome.

Next minute huh? To think, in the next minute, he'd be partcipating in the Holy Grail War. A War said to be cold and merciless for those unprepared, betrayal and brutality all in the name of achieving the sacred wish granter. He couldn't help but smile, excitement welling up within him for all the potential fun he was about to witness.

"Ready big guy?" he asked Berserker, getting a muffled food filled roar in response, more chunky bits flying onto the floor.

As per the pilot said, the plane landed smoothly, or as smoothly as a plan could with a Berserker sitting in the back beating his chest while roaring. Once landed, Nigrum slowly step out, clutching his blade Mystic Code to his side as he descending the steps. Berserker, ever the being with patience, simply jumped down all of them, landing on the ground with a loud thud, where he proceeded to beat his chest and roar loudly some more.

"BEHOLD! I AM THE GREAT SAGE! EQUAL OF HEAVEN!"

Ah...well, so much for subtlety. Not like he was eveer going to get it, anyway. He wasn't picking up anything noticable with his mystic eye either, so it seemed the two were okay. For now.

"Hmm. The Greatest Sage of all. Heaven alone is not enough to equal your strength, wisdom, and radiance," said Nigrum absent mindedly as he walked back Berserker, who roared in agreement.

Now, what to do, what to do.