Not Quite as Expected...

[Renard Aestling]

Renard grumbled as he made his way down the bike trail. If he had only splurged a bit more on his lodging he could be inside right now, performing the ritual in the comfort of his own room, but no. He had to be miserly and go for the cheap room with paper-thin walls and little room to carry out the summoning. This may have been the wiser choice overall in a financial sense, but he couldn't help but feel that he'd would have be able to forgive himself being a fool in the name of convenience just that once. After a while he spied a pair of rocks set beside each other on the side of the trail and veered off towards them, then onto a makeshift path he made which led to the spot he cleared away for the ritual. After taking a moment to check around for potential intruders, he pulled back the now-filthy blanket that hid and protected the seal drawn in the dirt. With more than a little trepidation he ran through a checklist in his head of all the required materials and nodded to himself once he was satisfied. Taking a deep breath, Renard held his hand out, gripping a length of chain covered in odd markings tightly in his fist as he started into the incantation...

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Renard gritted his teeth as his body was racked with pain, every last nerve seeming to be aflame as prana surged through him. It almost seemed too much to bear, but the reassuring weight and coolness of the chain in his outstretched hand kept him grounded and focused on the task at hand...

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The air crackled with heat and energy, and the ground trembled as the runed circle in the dirt glowed brighter by the second. It almost seemed as though Renard's surroundings would erupt in flame at any second and consume him where he stood, but this did not dissuade him in the least. All that mattered to him now was the summoning. If he could at least do that, then the rest would fall into place...

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With this, the summoning circle glowed brighter than ever, forcing Renard to shield his eyes as he released his grip on the chain. The chain then floated into the circle of its own accord, then grew in length and wound itself around an invisible figure. Renard peered through slitted eyes into the light, but was rewarded with only an even more blinding flash just before the light show ended. Even as he rubbed his eyes, Renard couldn't help but mentally pat himself on the back and congratulate himself on his own brilliance. The ritual was a bit flashier than he would have liked, but hopefully that was only a sign of things to come. With this in mind Renard looked up with eager eyes to see his new Servant...

[Enkidu]

The circle before Renard, once a simply drawn circle in the earthen clay glowed with an unearthly light as the magus' prana swept through the magical array. As he continued his chant, calling out to the heavens themselves with his magic, his call was answered by a being of immense strength and power. From the Throne of Heroes the call was answered as a copy of one of humanities’ first heroes was summoned.

In front of Renard the air began to crackle with a strange energy, matching the light of the circle with its unearthly quality. As the crackling sound of magical energy rang out from the summoning circle the glowing lines of the roughly drawn circle glowed even brighter; signaling that the spell itself was reaching its final climax. At that point the glowing circle began putting out such heat that the very ground around the circle began to melt, bubbling and sloughing away as if it had become molten lava.

As the spell reached the apex of its power, the circle itself seemed to turn into a miniature sun, causing Renard to shield his eyes lest he be blinded by the light of his own creation. From the circle itself a great hulking shape made purely of light surged up from the center of the magical array. The glowing shape towered over Renard like a giant or some other type of monstrous creature and the beast, as soon as it had gained a semblance of shape, began to reach out to the young magus as if to snatch away the life of the one so foolish to summon the original Berserker.

As the creature tried to lash out against its summoner though, the unearthly light of the circle coalesced upon the giant and wrapped around its form, constricting and binding the creature that was now steadily growing smaller as the light of the circle grew stronger. The light of the circle grew stronger and stronger until it completely engulfed the creature’s form. Then suddenly the chain that Renard had used to summon the creature shot out from where it had rested in front of him and wrapped itself around the glowing figure of the creature in the circle, caressing the figure like a long lost lover finally finding its way home. The moment the chain finished its journey to the center of the circle, there was a final flash of light and the clearing was then plunged into darkness. Renard, eager to see his new servant stepped forwards only to find that what he had summoned was not quite what he had expected…

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The clearing had been plunged into a deep darkness in contrast with the bright light of the summoning that took place not a few seconds ago. Normally a human would be at least a little bit inconvenienced by the change the figure in the middle of the circle was not. Looking around the clearing Enkidu, the companion of Gilgamesh and adventurer of the dawn of mankind took in the sights and sounds of the new era that she had found herself in before turning her search inwards to examine her person. As she looked herself over she noted that she was in the outfit that she had worn much in her life before he death at the hands of the gods. A long white one-piece outfit that appeared to be something of a cross between a long shirt and a robe rested over her slight frame, only coming down to her shins before being cut off, revealing the long and baggy white leggings and shoeless feet underneath. Added to this, a long brown and brass cord was wrapped her neck, left to hand down to flutter in the wind. The woman herself was much different looking than legends described her as and at a normal 5’8 with a light frame, grey-green eyes and teal hair she couldn’t look more different from the mighty warrior described in her story.

All of this both Renard and Enkidu noticed in a moment before finally snapping their gaze towards each other. For a few moments Enkidu gazed as the man that she assumed was her master. He was not an impressive looking figure but she supposed that he would be alright as a magus. After all the man had summoned her, the mighty Enkidu, to fight as his Servant. Determining that she might as well break the ice, Enkidu’s form blurred as she dashed forwards with great speed, seeming to teleport as she appeared not five inches from her master’s face. Before Renard could act, Enkidu grabbed him and gave him a bone-crushing hug, swinging the magus around in her arms and most likely dislocated something in the process. “WAAAHHHH so cute!” She yelled before she finished swinging Renard around and set the now dizzy magus down on the ground. “You must be my master! Enkidu, at your service!”

[Renard Aestling]

The world spun before Ren's eyes as he was swung about like a careless child swings a doll. By some miracle nothing popped out of joint, though judging from the aching of his body it was a near thing. Before long though he was set back on his feet, thankfully his new Servant thought to provide some manner of support with her hands on his shoulders as he got his bearings. Once he stopped seeing stars he looked back up at Enkidu

"Good to see that at least you're... Enthusiastic...?" Renard offered with a weary smile. In truth, he liked what he saw so far of her apparently energetic nature. If she met her enemies on the battlefield with even half the same vigor she showed here, then he would likely have little to worry about in the coming war. Also encouraging was the sight of that great, hulking beast before it was bound in the form he now saw before her, though it also unnerved him a bit to think of all that power crammed into such a small frame. I guess it's true after all that great things come in small packages... This was going to be even more entertaining than he thought (if nothing else, at least it was a nice change from being stuck in a study for days on end...)

"Anyhow, I should probably introduce myself... My name is Renard Aestling, and I suppose you'd be correct in calling me your Master..." He paused as he went to retrieve his cane from where it had been discarded in the ruckus that had followed the Summoning. With cane in hand, he set its tip to the ground with both hands on the pommel as he turned to face his new Servant. "...And who might you be, then? And while we're at it... What class are you?"

[Enkidu]

Enkidu examined the man in front of her with great interest. He was not an overly tall man but a person of average height in this day and age. Still taller than her, Enkidu eyes the man who was to be her master and thought that he cut a rather dashing figure. He was a bit different than the magi of her era at the dawn of human civilization. During that time most of the practitioners were old and wise men, treated as advisors to Gilgamesh and herself in the great kingdom of Uruk. This man though had short grey hair which stood in contrast to his apparently youthful face. A particular outfit, two-piece suit her mind supplied her, was well made and pleasing to the eye. All in all she was rather pleased that her master was willing to dress up and show her the proper respect that she was due.

"Good to see that at least you're... Enthusiastic...?" her master asked, apparently flustered by her previous actions. It seemed that she had landed herself a serious minded and determined, though easily flustered, person as a master. For a brief moment Enkidu’s face twitched and spasmed as she fought off a wide a playful grin that threatened to take over her features. Serious and easily flustered? Yes, being this man’s servant might just be entertaining after all…….

"Anyhow, I should probably introduce myself... My name is Renard Aestling, and I suppose you'd be correct in calling me your Master...And who might you be, then? And while we're at it, what class are you?" Enkidu snapped back to reality as her master addressed her. Her mast-Renard wanted her to introduce herself and her class? Hadn’t she already told him her name? It wasn’t like she had hurt his head when she tackled-hugged him earlier, she hadn’t even squeezed him that hard! Shaking her head to clear away those thoughts she put it out of her mind till she had the time to sit her master down and talk. If he was that fragile then she definitely needed to work out a strategy to keep him safe.

‘tap….tap….tap’ Enkidu froze as she heard the sound of her master tapping his foot against the ground waiting for her to speak up. “Ah….” Enkidu intoned as she slammed the bottom of her fist into her outstretched palm. “I am the great hero Enkidu! I am of the class Berserker and I give us a glorious victory master!” Instantly Enkidu placed her left hand on her hip and pointed skywards with her right in a posed of glorious victory! Surely with this her master would be able to see her true splendor she so obviously radiated! After a moment of holding her pose Enkidu slumped back into her normal demeanor and started flailing her arms rapidly. “Ne master, you don’t have to worry! I’ll beat all of our enemies! When do we get to fight?” she trailed off, hopping that the time would be soon.

[Renard Aestling]

Renard stood there in silence as Enkidu ran through her spiel, but before long he couldn't help but laugh into a gloved hand at how flat-out adorable she was. This was probably not the right way to see a Berserker-classed Servant, but it didn't help that despite the terrible connotations of that term she looked like an ordinary young woman (green hair and odd clothing aside). Then again as the idiom goes, "Hell hath no fury..."

"With that kind of energy though, I suppose it's not too surprising she's a Berserker...I wonder what kind of power she'd have if I activated Mad Enhancement..." Renard shook his head and stopped himself before that train of thought continued to darker places than he cared to admit. Instead he looked at Enkidu with a warm smile and sauntered over to clap a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry Enkidu. You'll get your chance to fight soon enough. But first we should probably scout around and see what there is to see. It wouldn't do to blindly rush out and get picked off by our assuredly better-prepared enemies, would it?" He hoped that she'd see the basic, common sense in this idea rather than getting carried away so early on.

Truth be told, he hadn't yet gotten a good look at the city he found himself carted off to (no thanks to that mess with those twins...), but what better time is there to do so than now? Caution made him wary before, but with a Servant like this at his side he would be able to at least work his way out of any messes he wouldn't be able to avoid in the first place. Then again, he was more than a little worn out from the summoning process... With this in mind he glanced back at Enkidu. "On second thought, all that can wait until tomorrow... We may as well take what time we can to rest and recover, since I imagine we won't get many chances like this." Renard then continued on to the hotel, eagerly awaiting the next day...

[Enkidu]

Enkidu watched her surroundings avidly as she and Renard strolled down the side walk towards the hotel. Having just left the dusty and dirty bike trails of the park behind, Enkidu's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she received her first full, non tree obscured view of the city that the Holy Grail War would take place in. Her eyes opened up i childlike wonder as she saw the grand buildings and stone and glass around her. Certainly the Grail had provided her with a huge amount of information regarding the modern era that she would be fighting in but this! This was so interesting! The giant buildings, the roads, the cars, the huge amount of people! This was certainly something greater in scale even then her beloved Uruk. Enkidu folded her arms and nodded her head decisively to her own thoughts, causing Renard to give her a strange look. This city may be a bit drabber than Uruk as but it has its own charm.

The two of them had finally reached the Versilia Palace Hotel when a strange sound stopped Enkidu in her tracks. ‘murglemurlgemugle’ Enkidu looked down at her stomach and blushed at the sound it was making. Looking around desperately for a moment for some sort of sustenance and spotting none in her immediate viewing range, Enkidu turned to her master with pleading eyes. “Mouuuu, Maaaaster….” She pouted turning her cuteness up to eleven, her eyes literally sparkling in the flickering city lights. “I’m sooooo huuungery.”

Enkidu latched onto her master’s arm like some sort of horrifyingly large human shaped leech and ‘lightly’ shook Renard, jostling the young man as the ‘young’ girl’s great strength rattled him down to his bones. Abruptly Enkidu stopped and put her chin on Renard’s shoulder and stared straight at him, giving the man her best ‘kicked puppy’ expression. "Feed me?" She asked, her eyes were like two soulful black holes. She was sure that her master would take her somewhere great to eat as soon as she could convince him……

[Renard Aestling]

"...Erk...' The sudden wave of moe hit Renard like a sack of bricks. Despite the 'gentle' shaking that nearly rattled his teeth from their sockets... Despite the clinging that was slowly cutting off circulation in his arm...Even despite the fact that this little girl could probably level the entire city if she wanted... She was just so overwhelmingly cute at this moment that it nearly made his mind go blank. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ren thanked the powers that be that he was an only child. If Enkidu was any indication, it would've been laughably easy for any hypothetical little sisters to manipulate him...

... And so Renard pushed aside the fact that he was running on fumes and felt a mother of a headache coming on, his first priority now was to see his Servant fed. If nothing else, maybe getting some food into him would help him recover from the whole summong affair. "Sure! That sounds like a good idea!" He smiled brightly at Enkidu and continued, "Is there anything in particular you like? There are quite a few restaurants in town catering to a variety of tastes."

Inwardly he hoped that she wouldn't be -too- rich in her tastes. He had a generous amount of disposable income, but he still preferred to stretch each pound- er... euro- as far as it would go. Still, it was only polite to allow her the choice. If all else failed he could just budget himself even more strictly later... With a start Ren mentally swatted himself, chiding himself for over-thinking things. He had just summoned a powerful familiar to fight at his side in a war for the Holy Grail! surely that warranted some concession to the side of indulgence and celebration!

"Well then? Any thoughts?"

[Enkidu]

(I imagine this being read to the sounds of nyancat. I would advise listening to it while you read.)

‘Dohohohoho’ Enkidu laughed perversely in her mind as she saw the effect that her charm has on her poor, poor, master stood helpless under the assault of her cuteness. Watching excitedly as Renard struggled valiantly against the might of her moe, Enkidu suddenly cranked up the cute to eleven. Suddenly the ancient hero’s literally sparkled and her lower lip jutted out slightly in a pout that was just now starting to quiver.

"...Erk...” As expected, her master’s defenses were crumbling under her mighty assault! Enkidu resisted the urge to shake her head in derision. Of course her master would fall before her! No mortal could resist the cuteness of the original heroine! “Maaaaaaaster” she called out to Renard, realizing that he was nearly incapacitated by her charm. Her words came out more as a breathy, sensual sigh than as an actual sentence and she felt Renard shutter under her as she spoke.

Enkidu could only smile as Renard came out of his moe induced stupor like a man who had just had his junk set on fire. "Sure! That sounds like a good idea!" Success! Enkidu resisted the urge to pump her fist in the air in victory. It was not yet the time for victory but the time for action! Her stomach demanded it!

Glancing distractedly back up at her master, Enkidu nearly blushed as she noticed his radiant smile. "Is there anything in particular you like? There are quite a few restaurants in town catering to a variety of tastes." Trailing off the magi’s face creased into a worried frown for a few moments before quickly smoothing itself out. “Well then? Any thoughts?”

Thoughts on the matter? Enkidu inwardly grinned; of course she had thoughts on the matter! Her stomach was an eldritch beast that hungered for the fruits of the Earth and Man and no being would ever stop its inexorable march towards fulfillment! Scanning the nearby buildings, Enkidu stopped as she spotted a rather nice looking Italian restaurant. Fufufufufufu…..certainly she should be able to receive a great feast at such a fine locati-cake! Enkidu’s thoughts were suddenly derailed as she spotted the small shop next to the restaurant. Sitting there, in the window, was the finest specimen of cakehood the heroic spirit had ever witnessed. Moving so fast that she seemed to teleport over to the display window, Enkidu pressed her face against the glass and began to nuzzle the area separating her from her delicious prize. “Master!” she called out again to Renard, “I neeeeeeed cake!”

She would have her cake AND eat it too.

And God help anyone that got in her way.

[Renard Aestling]

Chuckling quietly Renard made his way over to the window, already readying himself to chide her on eating well. He also caught himself idly wondering about whether Enkidu acted in such a energetic- if not child-like- manner because of the restraints he saw during her summoning, or if this was actually the way she acted in life. Then again, it's not like things can't be adorable and terrifying at the same time... Not to mention that such impulsiveness fit the stories attributed to her... Shaking himself out of yet another digression, he then turned his attention to the pastry creation that had so enraptured his Servant.

...And then he was enlightened...

As he examined the paragon of all that is, was, and will ever be 'cake' in the window, Renard had to admit that even he was impressed. It wasn't overly ostentatious, but neither was it bland and plain. It had just the perfect amount of icing, and even some nice little cherries and decorative pieces made from sugar or marzipan. It even looked to be a perfect marble cake, with an equivalent mix of chocolate and vanilla with swirls of cherry that would satisfy all tastes without overpowering either. In a word, this cake was epic. Renard found himself dumbstruck by the majesty of it, but after a non-trivial effort he pulled himself away from worshipping the cake for a moment to say "...We must have it." He then nodded decisively and started for the shop's door in something of a trance... But then he stopped as his mind cleared somewhat after being freed from the influence of The Cake.

"But isn't it good to save the best for last?" He suggested as he pointed to the restaurant next door that Enkidu was eying beforehand, "We should probably get some -real- food into us first. After that though, the cake shall be ours." A smile spread across his face in anticipation of the dessert to come. It would be cake, it would be theirs, and it would be glorious.

[Enkidu]

Enkidu gazed at the wondrous specimen of cakedom in from of her. It was perfect, utterly perfect in every way. The cake before her was a marvelous and certain truth in an world full of lies. Indeed, the cake itself looked so delicious that it was nearly a match for the Original™ cake that she had once shared with Gilgamesh on their defeat of one of their many enemies. Now, all that separated her from her delicious and cakey prize was a thin wall of glass, a wall of thing, fragile glass. All she needed to do was apply a little bit of pressure……."We should probably get some -real- food into us first. After that though, the cake shall be ours."

Enkidu stopped just as she pressed her hand against the glass. Dinner before cake? What an excellent idea! An idea almost as good as having cake for dinner. Sadly that wasn’t an option here as her master’s body would most likely protest a diet of nothing but cake. Sighing at the temporary loss of her god-cake, Enkidu stood up and looked to her left. There conveniently right next to the cake shop was the restaurant that she had seen earlier before her cake filled derailment. Turning around to face Renard, Enkidu gave him her Original™ Mystic Eyes of Puppy Dog and smiled cutely. “Ne, Master, can we eat in this restaurant next door? Can we? Can we? Please?”

-----45 minutes later-----

Enkidu pushed the empty plate in front of her away from her body and grinned, patting her now well stuffed stomach. It had been a bit of a harrowing experience for her after Renard had nearly fainted from her use of her dreaded Puppy Dog Mystic Eyes and she had been forced momentarily to drag her woozy master into an alley so that they wouldn’t draw to much attention to themselves. After that it was a simple matter to get into the restaurant. Renard paid their way in and she helped herself to six full courses and several cups of coffee. Now, fully rejuvenated and ready to face whatever the Holy Grail War could throw at her. Enkidu turned to Renard and “lightly” poked him in the head. “Master, I’m done so can we have cake now?” she said, pouting slightly at the thought that she might not get her cake right away.

(Decided to skip ahead because unlike Nasu, I'm not a fan of the long, drawn-out eating scenes.)

[Renard Aestling]

The 'poke' barely even seemed to register (despite being anything but light), as Renard stared in mute shock at the bill. Alright... Looks like I'll have to be a bit more... Generous in my estimates for eating out with Enkidu... Bloody hell can she pack it away... As he regained his mental footing he resignedly pulled his wallet out and set the requisite amount of cash on the bill tray (with a hefty tip to make up for a moment when Enkidu got a bit too eager and nearly mauled the server as he brought their food...)... But then his sorrow was dispelled as he remembered The Cake to come.

"Yes, we can have that cake now." He gave a small nod and a smile as he rose and grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his erstwhile chair... And promptly got mauled himself by an ecstatic Enkidu. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouuuuuu~!" she exclaimed while almost throttling him. Drawing more than a few stares, Renard still bravely soldiered on and staggered his way through the door with the Berserker hanging off of him. Somehow he managed to make it back to the cake shop, which provided some relief at last as Enkidu abandoned crushing her poor master to stare in wonder at the cake once again. Shaking his head and smiling, Renard headed into the shop in question...

...And after some time he walked back out with a box in hand, The Cake contained within. "It would be best to wait until we get back to the hotel." Renard said, halting Enkidu with a raised finger as she stared at the box hungrily...

[Enkidu]

Enkidu watched Renard with hungry eyes as he exited the cake shop with the glorious CAKE in hand. Yes, soon the glorious specimen of cakedom would be hers, filling her belly and giving her the strength necessary to fight her enemies at full capacity! Enkidu stopped for a moment as she examined that train of thought. Technically what she had thought before wasn’t exactly true. Servants didn’t actually need to sleep or eat; they didn’t need anything a normal, living human would need to survive. Servants just needed the continuous prana of their master to stay in existence in the world. In that manner, to lose their connection to their master would mean death. AS long as she had enough prana she could fight as long and as hard as she wanted. Enkidu shook her head. Who cared? All she wanted was that CAKE! So what if she didn’t technically need it? It was delicious, delicious CAKE.

Enkidu stepped forwards to take the box of CAKE from Renard, intent on devouring the contents whole but was stopped as her Master raised his finger in warning. "It would be best to wait until we get back to the hotel." Enkidu stared in shock at her master as she tried and failed to process that statement. Take away her CAKE? HER CAKE?! She narrowed her eyes at Renard. So that’s the way he wanted to play it huh? Taking away her CAKE? He probably just wanted its cakey goodness for himself! Enkidu folded her arms over her chest and pouted at him. Alright then, if that was the way he wanted to play it then she would show him that she too could play the game.

“Fine” she said in her most haughty tone, “I suppose that you might be right Master. Lead the way then I’d like to get back to your home as soon as possible.”

-----A little while later-----

Around twenty minutes of walking later the two of them had finally reached Renard’s room in the Versilia Palace Hotel. It was nice for a hotel room to say the least but Enkidu could tell that for a building of this size and grandeur, the room Renard had rented was only middle of the road in quality. Enkidu gave a mental shrug; she couldn’t expect everyone to be able to provide for her like Gilgamesh could. Looking around she took stock of the room, mentally noting that the walk must have done at least some good for her temper as she was taking time at all to check out her new home. It was a fairly spacious suite with two bedrooms, a bathroom, a sitting area, and a small kitchen. The room was sparsely decorated but what decorations it did have were quite nice. Walking towards the bathroom, Enkidu noted the rather large Jacuzzi that took up the northern wall of the room, the farethest location from the door. Smirking mischievously to herself, Enkidu finally decided on what she would do for revenge.

“Maaaaaaaaaster~” she called out to Renard in a playful tone, “All this walking around has made me sooooooo sweaty! I’m going to take a bath ‘kay?” As she said that she pulled the strings that tied her simple robe together leaving her bare form completely revealed to the world. Looking at Renard’s shocked face; Enkidu smirked and winked at him before sashaying into the bathroom with her robe in hand. “Oh and Master?” she said as she looked over her shoulder at him. “If you peek I’ll castrate you~” With that she shut the door leaving a stunned silence in her wake.


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Well I hope this doesn't violate ProBoards rules as I didn't make any overt references to nudity or anything of the like. Plus the fact that this is as far as it will go in that department anyhow. If this does seem to be in violation please let me know so that I can take that last scene out.

[Renard Aestling]

As he stood in stunned silence on the, Renard's brain slowly worked itself back into gear... And then shut back down again as it was flooded with... Less than wholesome images... In an effort to settle down he forced himself to sit down, close his eyes, and take a deep breath. ...In one... Out one... In two... Out two... In three... And out three... She's just doing it to frustrate you... Steady mate, steady... Slowly his imagination was reined back in (along with something else...), and he could begin to focus on more important matters...

...Maybe I should've gotten a better room... She didn't seem impressed wi-

He kicked himself mentally for his foolishness. She was a Servant, a weapon, a means to an end; That end being his victory or at least his survival in this mess of a war...

...But she was bloody cute as we-

He gave himself a kick in a more literal sense this time to halt that train of thought, and then did so again for how much of a prat he was earlier. He didn't know much about this War yet, but one thing was for sure: he was on his own besides this Servant of his, and if he continued to himself to get carried away like he did, he was dead as sure as sunrise. Sighing at himself and his foolishness he wrote the events of this night off as a mistake to never be repeated and rose to turn the lights down and change for bed. Once so changed (from a full suit to naught but his skivvies and a lightweight pair of pyjama pants) he flopped back on his bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling and wondering about what tomorrow would bring as he waited for Enkidu to finish up in the bathroom...

[Enkidu]

[i I wonder if that was a bit too much back there…[/i] Enkidu pondered as she stood in the gilded shower in the hotel room’s bathroom. The shower itself was of quite the fancy construction. With its golden frame and white porcelain tiles it reminded Enkidu a bit of the palace bath in Uruk. Of course, it’s design and decoration were much less impressive then the golden edifices that adorned the bathing areas in Uruk but the everything seemed so much less than how things were back then. Sure, their buildings were higher and most likely of higher quality, but as she had come to realize in her walk over to the hotel this society that he has found herself in has no soul, no art to their creations.

Enkidu sighed as she stepped into the hot, steaming stream of water that poured forth from the shower. At least this ‘shower’ contraction is nice. I wish we had these sort of things back then. Sighing again, but this time in pleasure as the hot waters streamed forth over her form, Enkidu couldn’t help but wonder what she was going to do in this situation. Certainly she planned to fight the other heroes and come out victorious, the final winner of the long and vicious history of the wars for the Holy Grail. But then, what would she do after that? Unbidden, an image of a figure wrapped in golden armor came to mind. Yes, to see him again. That’s would be her one and only true wish.

After a few minutes of scrubbing and cleaning herself, Enkidu turned off the shower, dried off, and dressed herself back in her robes. After spending a few minutes to prepare her now wet hair, she stepped out of the bathroom and saw her shirtless master lying on the bed. Taking a moment to file away the mental picture of his shirtless form, Enkidu went over to the bed and sat down on the ends before turning to face Renard. On the way over, she had thought about getting some cake but decided against it. Cake was always better in the morning anyways. Finally addressing her master she let a small smile grace her face. “As much as I would like to talk about your plans for the upcoming war; I think it would be best if you got your rest now master. Don’t worry I’ll watch over you as you sleep.” With that she promptly crawled over to the head of the bed and dug herself into the covers.