[someone's angry about last fate/zero episode]

[godsholder]

That man! How could he do something like that to him? I don't care what personality was he wearing as shell at the time. Angra is still Angra! He suffered enough! [Protective of her Servant, isn't she? How could you choke him and break his heart, Emiya Kiritsugu? You said you would accept him, you lying cheat.]

I know that wish result was awful, mundane. [A sigh. Karen and she know him better than anyone.] There were other ways to reject it without harming my Avenger.

[Not to mention her wish was granted without world destroying consequences. What now?]

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[puppy_lancer]

...Misunderstanding. You mean like the time she was all blushing until I started hitting on her? You guys really are the same person.

Yeah, I'm Cu Chulainn. Just that I'm younger and I have a better style than that other old fogey.

[His expression more or less falls when he hears the second part.]

That priest is such an ass.

[That part wasn't all that surprising. What was surprising was that the root of all evil could be assed to save someone.]

[godsholder]

You probably shouldn't have done that, Lancer. If she's anything like me, she would have held you in high regard for being our country hero and kinsman.

Hmph. I think my Lancer's style is fine as it is.

[She doesn't like younger men, therefore it's safe to speak up without stammering.]

It was my fault as well. I misjudged him completely by giving him my full trust.

[puppy_lancer]

He wears tights. I don't remember ever hitting my head, so how did I end up switching into something so ugly?

[He has a hard time keeping his jaw from dropping open.]

Wait, what? You gave that guy your full trust? Didn't you get the hint when he started hitting on teenage girls?

[Of course, Lancer is quite used to another corrupt priest.]

[godsholder]

It's for mobility.

[Practical sense > your fashion.]

He did what? I didn't know he have an habit of doing that. [Say what.] We were allies in the missions the Association and the Church dispatched us. We saved our lives in many situations. I trusted him as my comrade.

[puppy_lancer]

...Maybe I wore it for Emer at some point.

[Because giving girls a look at his body is the only reason he'd run around practically naked, right?]

Dunno about your universe, but in mine, he was hitting on most of the teenage female Masters.

[Including his.]

Oh, and because my Master was smart enough to not get tangled up too much with him, he just killed Berserker's Master and stole her Servant instead.

[A pause.]

Not sure how old she was, but she sure looked like an eight year old kid.

[godsholder]

I've always assumed that the Grail gave him that outfit.

[There were stories of Irishmen wearing nothing but blue war paint in combat. It's too embarrassing to have consider them applied to him.]

That's surprising. Kotomine never seemed like that type to care for women.

[puppy_lancer]

The Grail really likes fucking with people.

[Like how he had been summoned with a body and mind ten years younger than he should be.]

You were his Master, right? Is this all part of his sick sense of humor? Sticking people in weird clothes and shaving years off their age.

[He scratches his head when he hears her mention "Kotomine".]

Koto-who? Are we talking about the same priest here?

[godsholder]

I suppose that inconveniences many.

[Deep sigh. Angra does have a weird sense of humor she's incompatible with. Like the certificate he handed her over in the beginning to exempt her from murder.]

You're not wrong. He has a sense of humor. Sometimes he never takes anything seriously.

[Blinks, confused]

Kotomine Kirei is the name of the overseer sent by the Church for the fifth Heaven's Feel.

[puppy_lancer]

No, no, no, wait. His name is Sancraid Phahn. He's got white hair and looks like a snake. I don't think Koto-whosits even went to Fuyuki, much less became an Overseer.

[Stupid alternate universes.]

[godsholder]

I never heard about that guy. Kotomine doesn't look like an albino snake.

[puppy_lancer]

What does he look like then? A drunken salaryman?

[godsholder]

He's one of the elite Executors of the Holy Church. He doesn't look like that.

[puppy_lancer]

Okay...uh...does he look like one of those old wrinkly prune priests with that little skull cap haircut?

[He can make silly guesses like these all day.]

[godsholder]

I see... Why don't you ask your mundane for a picture? That would be easy than take wild guesses about his appearance.

[puppy_lancer]

Fine, fine.

[A couple seconds later.]

...Are you sure he didn't pop out of one of your pulp fiction novels? Because he's way taller than a Japanese guy has any right to be and creeps me out in a way diffferent than than that other priest.

[godsholder]

[Frown. Pulp fiction? What is he implying she reads?]

Why is his height so intimidating? How tall are you, Lancer?

[puppy_lancer]

[Unfortunately for Lancer, almost every sort of novel is pulp fiction for him.]

As tall as my older self.

...What, are you implying I'm put off by the fact that he's one or two centimeters taller than me?

[godsholder]

Eight centimeters.

[A reminder he's 193cm]

[puppy_lancer]

So? Still doesn't intimidate me. It's more like...his hair. And his eyes. And his eyebrows. And his creepy smile that says "hi, hide all your women and children because I'm gonna molest them".

[godsholder]

He's not that kind of priest.

[puppy_lancer]

He...just has that sort of style. I'm sorry that you had to work with him for so long. Must've been hard on the eyes.

[godsholder]

Not at all. If he hadn't betrayed me like that, I would have never complained about him.

[puppy_lancer]

[He scratches his head.]

Maybe I just have a dislike for priests. I mean, they smell horrible. Sancraid...he was always smelling so strongly of incense that it would clog my nose. And then he got his hands on the grail muck and started stinking like something else entirely.

[A pause.]

Does your Avenger stink?

[godsholder]

[Ah...what?]

I don't... I don't go sniffing people to answer you.

[puppy_lancer]

No I mean, that stench, it was like it bypassed your nostrils to go straight to your brain. Like...like...like nothing in this world could surpass it. And it sends shivers right down my spine and not the good kind. I guess if evil had a scent, that would be it. Not kidding: I could probably smell it from a good distance away.

[At least he hadn't been around it so long that it would get stuck in his nostrils.]

Maybe it's a Servant thing...