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[vorsohydragyrum.livejournal.com]

[It comes to no surprise that Kayneth had kept silent upon his arrival and spent some time gathering his bearings-- being plucked mid-battle along with the sudden loss of his Mystic Code was not quite the welcome befitting of one his rank, scouted by the gods-- aside. Being separated from Victory close at hand and his beloved was not doing his blood pressure any favors, either. Even so (if only for the moment) he will keep his silence about these ‘Gods’; for one, he’d require more proof then a mere letter(much too simple for his tastes. Reality Marble, perhaps? Even if he’d be willing to believe such a tale, Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi does not take kindly to those with the worrying ability in keeping him in the dark), and the main reason--for the first time in his life, he cannot access his magic circuits.

Outwardly calm only because he’d managed to push panic aside-- deal with later-- he turns his attention to the bracelet, pondering his next move; was he to announce his presence as he would have in any other situation, or not?

Finally activating the bracelet with little difficulty, he began addressing others ‘chosen’ by the gods.]

The ninth head of the Archibald house, Kayneth El-Melloi, seeks audience with those in the House of Odin.

[Weed out potential threats from those worthy from such a selection would be a difficult but much needed process. Loathe as he would in working with others, even he knew when his pride must suffer for his survival. Conflicting emotions aside, he is anxious on better knowing this ‘Asgard’, since--knowledge is half the battle. He frowned. ]

As for the others- I wish to compile our information on the situation at hand.

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[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

Ahh, apparently, though your guess is as good as mine. You'll find that being a Servant or a Master matters little in this place, for we are all deprived of our abilities. I can announce myself freely if I wish.

Though, I will give you a warning, magus—Insulting my Master is unwise.

[vorsohydragyrum.livejournal.com]

[He can ponder the logistics of Rider being here without aid for whoever long he wished, but the simple sentence underlined the fact that Waver Velvet does not seem to be in attendance. (Why would he be?) Squashing down the undignified urge to snort at Iskandar's response; being the receiving end of such an 'announcement' was not an experience to be forgotten anytime soon. Have a sneer, Rider, as he greedily soaks up the information.

All deprived of abilities, hm?]

You've already managed to contradict yourself, Rider. By first stating the little importance the roles of Servant or Master play in this world then insisting due respect be given to your Master.

[While the lack of abilities lays many a worry to rest, Iskandar is still a very large man. While it best not to irritate the once-king even further, he cannot resist the parting shot, not going further only due to the useful tidbits Rider has shared.]

'Wayward' is hardly considered an insult. However, your warning is duely noted.

[Noted, but most likely to be ignored.]

[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

Then you've misunderstood what I meant. I demand respect be given to Waver as my ally, as respect amongst men. With a Servant such as Lancer, I would hope that you would be familiar with the concept.



But! Welcome to Asgard, our city of gods and men. It is an interesting place, as I am sure you will find yourself.

[vorsohydragyrum.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[Irritation he'd felt since Iskandar's interference flared; allowing himself only the luxury of gritting his teeth for a split second, he focused his attentions to the bracelet, to Rider. What rage he has to Waver Velvet was quietly pushed aside as for the moment as he stewed in his distaste for the reprimand.

Had he managed to gone through and summoned the King before him as he'd originally intended to; what outcome would it have been? for one, he will not be having this conversation. For another... well. Needless to say he was sure Rider will be keeping an eye on his every move-- paranoia kicking at last-- and it was not going to be a pretty sight. Best end the transmission here, for the moment, as all that needed to be said (for the moment) had been said.]