Charles Driscoll
Location: Driscoll Estate a few miles outside of Cardiff
"Then Derim it is" Charles said in recognition of Lancer's new name. Personally the name sounded a bit weird to Charles but it was likely do to the fact that it is a foreign name. He didn't know anything about the name Derim either but she didn't look like a Derim, well it was the name she had chosen for herself so the least he could do was respect it. He would raise the cup of tea to his lips and finish off the little bit that was still in the cup. Now that the tea was gone his breakfast was complete. A good breakfast, Lancer's new name, and a peaceful morning. All a combination for a good morning.... or at least it was until the intruder came into the picture.
At first Charles was none the wiser to anything going on, but Lancer, or Derim as he should call her moved to position herself on the other side of him. Add that to the fact that he could feel an air of tension coming from Derim that wasn't directed at Charles meant that something was wrong. What could it be? It was only the first morning of the grail war so another master wouldn't send there servant after him already. NOPE! Boy was Charles wrong. Not only was there another servant in his house but he was just down the hall and Charles didn't even notice!
When the mysterious servant spoke up Charles swore he almost had a slight panic attack. It's a good thing he had set down his tea cup or that thing would have gone flying through the air. Seeing as he didn't have the tea cup in hand nothing breakable went flying, instead his body just tensed up and what could have been his last thoughts ran through his head "Am I really going to die not even a full day into the war." This thought stirred an emotion that he tried his best to avoid feeling. rage. Like an overfilling lake pushing at the supports of a damn, that dark emotion tried to push it's way through. What stopped him from letting the waves of anger flow outwards, it was the Archer's declaration of peace.
"A Driscoll must always put his best foot forward, if you can't even do that then you are no Driscoll." That phrase which had left him alone since the death of his father resurfaced like he had heard it just the day before. It rang out clearly in his mind and heart, so much so that Charles with his right hand grabbed lightly at his chest. Closing his eyes he took a few deep breathes. With renewed strength his blue eyes opened and the previous smile that he had early returned in full force. As Derim scolded their new guest Charles looked past her and looked the man up and down, he definitely looked the part of a heroic spirit, though he was no match in the looks department compared to Derim.
He knew it was his turn to address his guest when Derim glanced at him. Motioning towards an empty chair. "Would you like to sit down, it isn't often that this part of the estate has a guest. If you have any information retaining these seals or the grail war I would love to hear about it." As he spoke Charles's voice was friendly and welcoming as if this new arrival was a friend who was invited over. That friendly tone wasn't fake either, and any animosity that Charles had felt in that quick second was shoved deep down and left to rot with the other feelings that are unbecoming of a Driscoll to show. "While we talk and you deliver your message would you like something to eat or drink? Coffee, Tea, or maybe water?"
Hanarei cojemo
Location: Driscoll Estate a few miles outside of Cardiff
"Then Derim it is" Charles said in recognition of Lancer's new name. Personally the name sounded a bit weird to Charles but it was likely do to the fact that it is a foreign name. He didn't know anything about the name Derim either but she didn't look like a Derim, well it was the name she had chosen for herself so the least he could do was respect it. He would raise the cup of tea to his lips and finish off the little bit that was still in the cup. Now that the tea was gone his breakfast was complete. A good breakfast, Lancer's new name, and a peaceful morning. All a combination for a good morning.... or at least it was until the intruder came into the picture.
At first Charles was none the wiser to anything going on, but Lancer, or Derim as he should call her moved to position herself on the other side of him. Add that to the fact that he could feel an air of tension coming from Derim that wasn't directed at Charles meant that something was wrong. What could it be? It was only the first morning of the grail war so another master wouldn't send there servant after him already. NOPE! Boy was Charles wrong. Not only was there another servant in his house but he was just down the hall and Charles didn't even notice!
When the mysterious servant spoke up Charles swore he almost had a slight panic attack. It's a good thing he had set down his tea cup or that thing would have gone flying through the air. Seeing as he didn't have the tea cup in hand nothing breakable went flying, instead his body just tensed up and what could have been his last thoughts ran through his head "Am I really going to die not even a full day into the war." This thought stirred an emotion that he tried his best to avoid feeling. rage. Like an overfilling lake pushing at the supports of a damn, that dark emotion tried to push it's way through. What stopped him from letting the waves of anger flow outwards, it was the Archer's declaration of peace.
"A Driscoll must always put his best foot forward, if you can't even do that then you are no Driscoll." That phrase which had left him alone since the death of his father resurfaced like he had heard it just the day before. It rang out clearly in his mind and heart, so much so that Charles with his right hand grabbed lightly at his chest. Closing his eyes he took a few deep breathes. With renewed strength his blue eyes opened and the previous smile that he had early returned in full force. As Derim scolded their new guest Charles looked past her and looked the man up and down, he definitely looked the part of a heroic spirit, though he was no match in the looks department compared to Derim.
He knew it was his turn to address his guest when Derim glanced at him. Motioning towards an empty chair. "Would you like to sit down, it isn't often that this part of the estate has a guest. If you have any information retaining these seals or the grail war I would love to hear about it." As he spoke Charles's voice was friendly and welcoming as if this new arrival was a friend who was invited over. That friendly tone wasn't fake either, and any animosity that Charles had felt in that quick second was shoved deep down and left to rot with the other feelings that are unbecoming of a Driscoll to show. "While we talk and you deliver your message would you like something to eat or drink? Coffee, Tea, or maybe water?"
Hanarei cojemo