closed | to masrur, and ja'far
[ Ja’far himself had been…not quite so well off as the other two.
It was frustrating enough being in a place where he couldn’t get anything done, but it was even more frustrating to think about how amiss things were back at home when he wasn’t there. Sinbad and the other seven were probably all slacking off, especially Sharrkan and Sinbad. He hoped, hoped more than anything that they weren’t anywhere in the close vicinity of alcohol.
But, as worried as he’d been, it was clear that the other was here, both by the feeling he got when he was near and the fact that he could spot both of them from a mile away. It seemed as though they’d found each other easily enough—damn tall people. Swiftly and quietly, he made his way towards them, catching his name in their conversation before trying not to unleash the anger that was slowly coming to a boil underneath his skin. ]
Sin. Masrur.
[ Ja’far had his suspicions about why they’d been pulled into this. Why else would the three of them be pulled into war unless Sinbad had pulled something stupid again? Had he defiled the princess of this town? Despite these thoughts, he kept his mouth shut for the time being, not wanting to jump to conclusions. He’d allow the other to try and make up an excuse before he got angry at him. ]
Surely you have an idea of what’s going on…
[ This was how it always was. Ja’far would ask a question hesitantly, Sinbad would fail to answer, and there would be a violent reaction out of him, usually before Masrur could stop him. The ex-assassin—or, now he was just normally an assassin?—was already worried enough as to why he hadn’t been assigned to Sinbad’s aid, if he was here. Masrur was probably in charge of that, which, was a little confusing to him, but it wasn’t as though he didn’t trust Masrur to protect him. Deep down, Ja’far trusted all of the other seven generals and their skills.
It was still strange, though. ]
Masrur, don’t make fun of his clever little joke. Mas-sense. He had to have it. Though he did have to admit that he was pretty call. “Oh come on Masrur, don’t be making fun of the little people now!!” Sinbad said and probably slap him on the back with a hearty laugh.
Oh, and don’t remind him. He knew.
Alas, here comes the times where his very own assistants don’t even take him seriously enough. Ja’far showed up, as expected, and Sinbad of course greeted him with a smile to contrast with that grumpy look of his.
“There’s no need to look so gloom, Ja’far. Though truth is… what’s going on here… I have… absolutely no idea!!”
…If only it was that easy.
Too bad Ja’far. Sinbad of course was clumsy to the current events of the place they were in, but he could already tell what was going on. Honest. He may not always be the brightest of the bunch, but he wasn’t completely dense. Though words like Master, Servant, Holy Grail that all came into his head… had no proper meaning to them, not ones that he was solidly knowledgable of, it was all obvious.
Sinbad’s face had melted from the smile that had been on his face, that to a more serious one, assessing this world’s dire situation. He wished that he could be optimistic for the both of them, but it was their problem, as they were already pulled into it. There was no escape.
It was like they had been chosen, wasn’t it? To go on another adventure. One that could mean life or death— not just to them, but to everyone around them.
“At least, that is what I wish I could be inclined to say. …No, not even I could set aside and ignore the severity of this city’s state of affairs we have all gotten ourselves into… I noticed it from the start. You’ve all gained it too, haven’t you?
“The knowledge of this realm that we were pulled into against our will.”
While he continued to question as to why someone would decide that it would be better for Masrur to be the Servant for Sinbad, especially since Ja'far was also more than a good enough choice for him. However, he wouldn't complain since he would be protecting the one who he was the most loyal towards, and yet still wouldn't dare to lift a harmful finger towards Ja'far and the person who was also considered his Master.
Of course, Masrur was a man who looked at things realistically, so of course there was a good amount of negative thoughts that he currently pushed to the back of his mind.
With his arms crossed behind his back in a military fashion, the red haired male allowed the two of them to converse -- once again becoming the background and observing both them and those that were currently around them. He had already put into account that a good number of the people in the city were nothing more than civilians, and having a war placed inside such a location would put the lives of those that were not involved in danger.
While in their terms it could be seen as nothing more than another adventure. Diving into a dungeon lead to life and death situations, all in which the three of them had experienced before. So, in truth, Masrur did not see this as much as an issue if he was given the responsibility of taking care of those who wish to inflict harm on others as long as they were apart of the War.
Along with Sinbad's quick change of expression and tone over the situation, Masrur continued to remain silent while remembering the information that was forced into his mind. The entire concept of the situation was simple enough for him to wrap his mind around, including the basics of a Master and Servant, along with the wish that they are granted once they were made victorious.
In response, Masrur simply nodded his head on his own share of knowledge of the situation.
