Narita saving TM.Jesus Christ, what is even happening
Narita saving TM.Jesus Christ, what is even happening
This is happening.
Jester is laughing at Clan Calatin’s puny weapons and giving his lecture about how their Noble Phantasms are useless against him and how they don’t have enough venerate any sort of higher power enough. He can’t teach them that, but he can teach them how ephemeral they are, by smashing Orlando’s head with a lobby bench and breaking everyone else’s legs in order of those wo tried to run away. Orlando knows he’s going to die, but he drops his gun to the floor so he can hold his katana with both hands.
“So you still insist on striking back as a human being? I would have thought you would use your command spells out of desperation to make a shield out of your Servant, but alas your bravery is in vain. Nothing you can do can reach me.”
Laughing, Jester raises up the bench with amusement.
“What Heroic Spirit you had behind you had piqued my curiosity, but I will settle for consuming you and taking your command spells. It might not be possible with a normal body, but in my current condition, commanding two, no, up to five Servants at the same time is very….”
Jester suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
Splash.
Black tepid liquid was thrown at him from behind. .
“….”
He didn’t have to check. He could tell from the scent of the liquid staining his clothes that it was lukewarm coffee.
With an astonished face, Jester turned around and –
“You said nothing can reach you.”
Several meters away, there was a priest holding a paper cup, wearing a bold smile.
“The coffee reached you, didn’t it?”
Noticing that he was a priest, Jester removed the smile on his face and muttered in irritation.
“So you must be the overseer of this war.”
He turned his neck, sighing.
“What a sorry state of affairs. I hurried to this war because I heard the Church would take no part in it, but when it comes down to it, this city too would sell itself to the Chu –“
Splash
The remaining coffee was thrown around where his neck was turned.
“…”
“You talk too much, corpse.”
The priest flattened his cup and threw it into a nearby trash can.
“If this were an opera or a musical, I’d want half your lines to be cut out.”
“Hanza Cervantes…you’re still here.”
Hanza answered the police chief who called him by name, and with a shrug said, “You seem to be having it rough, Chief.”
“What is your game?”
“I thought I’d give you some tips on how to survive as an overseer.”
Ignoring Jester, who was standing there silently dripping with coffee, Hanza spoke to the police chief plainly.
“Against this level of Dead Apostle, you will have to use consecrated specialized weapons, or possess anomalies like mystic eyes or beast transformation, or be a high level magus, otherwise they can’t be dealt with.
“….”
“You boys aren’t amateurish. You just have poor compatibility against him. And to be frank, you did pretty well against a Heroic Spirit. It was quite the show.”
Looking at the priest who was honestly praising the police, Jester wiped the coffee off his face, then spoke again with full emotionless composure.
“You seem to know a bit about us. I see, so being an overseer would mean you have to be of some position.”
Jester looked down at his own clothing, and grabbing a part of the stained portion, he asked, “So tell me, what is this supposed to be?”
“It’s my treat. Drink that instead of the blood of these civil servants.”
“Hahahaha! I see! It’s your treat you say!”
Jester burst out in laughter.
He laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
And then, his expression changed, and he threw the bench at the priest.
“This was the free coffee at the reception counter!”
The bench closed in on the priest, rotating at high speeds with the momentum of a boomerang.
But the priest did not bother to avoid it, instead, he kicked it upward.
There was a loud boom. And following that shortly was a crushing sound in the direction of the ceiling.
The officers looked up and were able to see that the bench was deeply lodged into the lobby ceiling, which was about three floors high.
“…What?”
The police chief, his secretary, his men, and even Jester’s eyes were grabbed by this superhuman display.
And in the next moment, Hanza disappeared without a trace from where he had been.
“….Ah?”
Jester let out a surprised sound.
He noticed the priest, who should have been several meters away just moments ago, was suddenly right before his eyes, swinging a fist.
And slightly faster than Jester could react, Hanza’s right fist smashed into Jester’s face.
Sent flying, Jester was knocked through the lobby wall into the next room.
And this keeps going on and on, with some banter about Hanza asking Jester if there really is this Dead Apostle who's fixated on human food and continues to cook (Curry de Marche) against his instincts.
But yeah, you get the picture.
Last edited by peanuts; May 14th, 2015 at 05:18 AM.
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Originally Posted by Arashi_Leonhart
Holy fucking shit I love everything about Hanza
Hanza's a badass. Leave it to the Church to bring the BASED to a Grail War.
Hanza 2 gud. I love it.
This is the fun I need in TM work.
Anime when.
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Hanza is great
Legitimately great.
Say was Jester the one who said “This was the free coffee at the reception counter!”?
After we get Apoc anime and hopefully before we get Prototype anime.
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My assumption is he's referring to how it can't be "Hanza's treat" if he didn't pay for it and it's for everyone anyway.
Yeah, this.
I already love that cyborg priest guy.
You and me both. This shit is insanely awesome. Best Church guy I've ever seen.
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Serious question, is there a Church person who isn't awesome in Type Moon works? I really can't think of any.
Except for like... Mr Dawn, who is expressly meant to be shit.
Narita loves himself some wacky interactions and Hanza is golden.
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I mean Dawn is awesome too even powerlevel wise since he can do something that's for all intents and purposes impossible.
its just that the poor man doesnt know kung fu
[04:55] Lianru: i3uster is actuallly quite cute
Performed that full demon exorcism.
Though abandoned, forgotten, and scorned as out-of-date dolls, they continue to carry out their mission, unchanged from the time they were designed.
Machines do not lose their worth when a newer model appears.
Their worth (life) ends when humans can no longer bear that purity.
That one tosser in Mahoyo
That one priest in Kiritsugu's flashback.
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Okay, so actual characters whose names we know. Mooks don't count. Ever.
I mean, if you don't include Kotomine, but otherwise, he might gun for 2nd spot.Best Church guy I've ever seen.
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