Lᴏᴏᴋ, Assᴀssɪɴ! (Aʟᴍᴏsᴛ) Nᴏ Hᴀɴᴅs! «Sʟᴀʏᴇʀ»
{✞} Puffing his pipe, the vague tobacco scent oozed from him. Looking down to his new master he paid close attention to his comrade. The facial reaction after uttering Assassin’s class name made Slayer raise his eyebrows and faint smile. {✞} Being told to call his master by name came as a surprise, but Slayer was more than fine with being more acquainted with the one he is to serve. " My abilities? Well let’s see… " Once more he puffed on the pipe while looking up to the ceiling. " I’m a martial artist, kind of. I’ve never really needed any weapon provided by the worlds I’ve been in. This little cape here- " He brushed the red mantle hanging on his right shoulder. " - It got a bunch of tricks, mostly defensive or utility purposes. I can teleport around and I have this knife that’s able to cut off any magical source or connections, not too fond to use that thing but there have been times when it was needed. "
" And now for the bit more sensitive subject, I can also drink blood for a temporary boost and recovery. It comes with being a "vampire", young master. But I assure you, I will not waltz around in the dark of the night and assault young maidens for their supple neck. {✞} That kind of barbaric manner is best served for this world’s horror movies. “ Certainly, Slayer was a vampire. Or something much similar to them. But as long as his master could maintain his prana, Slayer would have no need to drink blood. However the option is still there and a very powerful recovery method. " Now, young master Hirari. " {✞}He started, fixing his cuffs which were getting a bit loose. " ’ Assassin ’ is merely the title of my servant class. If possible I would like us to win this war with as little underhanded method as possible. In my whole life I have done nothing but fight fairly in true the true spirit of being a man. But right now I am but a servant and it will be your call on how we will approach this. " {✞} Avoiding a bitter end, that would be great. But sadly impossible in a blood sport like this Grail War, for them to live many others have to die. Such are the ways of the Grail. Quite gruesome, sadly.
Vampire? Though he had never heard of such a strange term, the notion of drinking blood brought a few legends to mind. He was familiar with the type of being Assassin described himself as, and as such he was quite relieved at the reassurance. Though Hirari was determined to survive (and perhaps win), he was unwilling to bring danger to any civilians.
"You sound like an extremely talented man, Assassin. If I didn't know any better, I'd almost pin you as the master in our situation." A quirk of the lip. Though they had only exchanged a handful of sentences, he felt as if he was already warming up to the man before him. Not that he had much of a choice, anyways. It seemed that a healthy partnership was a valuable tool in the war they were to face. Wouldn't hurt to start now...for strategical purposes, of course.
"I like your mindset, as well. Underhandedness is cowardly. I have faith that this war can be won on straightforwardness alone, and you seem to be just the man to share that faith.
"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I don't have much skill to offer in return. I'm good with a sword, but that's about it." He raised his arm, examining the strange bracelet he had apparently been given upon arrival. He had no memory or it, nor did he have any knowledge of what it could do, but instinct dictated that he throw his single hand out to the right to find out.
A mildly intense Shockwave soon followed, shorting out the light next to the bed. The one-armed soldier blinked a few times, but tried his best to maintain his composure. "And...that, I suppose..."
