"Master." Scáthach called out, Liam turned to the woman, who looked curiously onto the left hand, Liam again opened it to reveal...the command seal expanding in form. Having six seals, the dragon's head and neck were still one, but a major part of the torso was exposed making another seal, while the wing expanded its sail, turning itself into a seal. The Grim Reaper had his hood and skull as one seal, the Reaper, however had his torso revealed making it a seal with the Scythe it brought being a seal as well. "It seems...he is your Servant as well…"
"The hell...didn't you tell me I can only summon one Servant?" Liam asked with incredulity.
"Yes...but it seems I was deemed wrong by this…"
"Yes, as much as I hate to barge in, are you two lovey doveys going to be hugging each other?" The two realized that they were still hugging before they broke the hug.
"Do not speak of this. Ever again." Scáthach threatened, the Assassin held his hands in surrender.
"Alright, just don't kill me off." He chuckled. "Now, Master. What's our first objective?"
"Find a place to set up?" Liam asked with an uncertain tone.
"He's an oddball, ain't he?" Ezio questioned the Lancer, who nodded.
"Unfortunately, yes." Scáthach mused with a shake of her head.
"What are you two talking about?"
"Nothing." The two answered in unison, Liam still had his perceptions low as he sighed.
"Alright, first plan. How about we fix this place up first?" The three looked around to find the basically whole place trashed. "Anyone up for cleansing this place up? Dibs on the vacuum cleaner!"
The Master then swooped to the cleaning storage, leaving the two Servants alone, chuckling to theirselves, their Master sure is weird. "Help! HELP ME! THE VACUUM CLEANER'S TRYING TO KILL ME!"
And surely has one of the worst luck stats amongst them with a really hilarious accident following him.
"I think that's the last of them…" Ezio wiped the sweat of his face, the two Servants were both in their casual outfit, Scáthach wore a white sweater that highlighted her curvaceous body, a pair of short jeans, a pair of black stockings with a pair of high-heeled black shoes. Her hair was tied into a ponytail.
Ezio on the other hand wore a white buttoned-up shirt, a pair of beige slacks, a pair of formal shoes and a pair of gloves, his hair was tied into a small ponytail with his thin beard covering his chin and merged with his mustache.
"You really need to shave that beard off, Assassin." Scáthach frowned as Ezio merely rubbed his beard.
"Yeah, I think this is getting a little too out-of-hand…" Ezio commented. "I'll try and shave it off and maybe have a haircut, since y'know…"
"Long-hairs don't suit most men…" Scáthach mused as she looked around the living room. "I think we did a good job…"
"Hey guys! Oh sorry, Scáthach-san and Ezio-san! Ummm, I've finished the attic and the rooms! Should we move some things from here and there just to add comfort?" Both Heroic Spirits blinked at the statement, finished the rooms and the attic? They just finished this living room that wasn't even that big to be honest and Liam finished off the upper-floor and the rooms?
Geez, that Master is going to be one heck of a cleaner if he's summoned as a Servant and he'll be a literal one, while being used in combat as well…
"I think we're good for now." Scáthach called out. "Now you can get your own room!"
"Then where will Ezio-san sleep!?" Scáthach gave the Assassin a 'Told ya so' look before she yelled back.
"The sofa, Master."
"B-But that's my spot!" Liam blabbered out as the two Servants can't help, but chuckle at their Master. "Until I get everyone their own rooms, I'm sticking to it!"
"He's a good hearted man, sadly too stubborn." Ezio commented to which Scáthach nodded her head.
"That's what makes him my Master. I have to teach him how not to be too much of a selfless man." The Lancer smiled. "It's for his own good after all."
"I'm still here, y'know?" Liam idly spoke up.
"Hmm, yeah, I can see that being taught to him. Question is where are we getting the money for the café…" The two Servants continued to ignored Liam's presence as a tick mark appeared by the man's head.
"I thought you can help us with that." The Queen gave a frown to which the man replied with a nervous chuckle.
"I lied."
"Typical men…"
"I'M STILL HERE!"
Liam was out looking for jobs. He had decent experience, though they were all at cooking. How hard could it be finding jobs in a city? Sorry, town. He told his two Servants not to follow him, while he was out.
Seriously, both of them could be a little pushy when it comes to his safety. He had his outfit from before. Heavily designed on an Assassin's outfit from Assassin's Creed, it was from there, did Liam began to work on his gauntlets to provide weapons, while looking unsuspicious.
Speaking of weapons...he had a dagger that he could use, an FN Five-Seven pistol. It was 5.7mm caliber gun, firing assault rifle rounds. It was one of the most lethal guns he could find along with a .500 Smith and Wesson magnum revolver. They were all hidden, the reason why he wore a jacket...to conceal the weapons, to be honest, he's well orientated with climates, so blending in with the temperature isn't as hard as a normal human doing the same.
He looked around before he saw a bar, which was offering a job as a bartender. Liam stared at it for a while, thinking. He had done cocktails and worked with alcohols, perfecting some recipes, while he also experimented and ended up nearly killing some people, who tried them. All he could do was point out that they tried it and that he said that it was dangerous and it was a risky chance for a possible death occurrence.
Shrugging, he entered the bar. It was...weird to say the least. He felt strange presences, non-humans were occupying this place. He was a bio-weapon after all and detecting the supernatural was one of his abilities that he possessed within his hall of other skills, but not identifying, there were too much varieties of species that he'd have to remember and remembering scents and presences of other beings isn't his skills.
He looked around, the furnitures were...sturdy and exotic he could tell. But it was nothing against the wide variety of alcohols displayed in front of him. "Like what you see?" A man in his twenties asked, having black hair with golden bangs, violet eyes that were observing him with an average build and a black goatee.
"Umm, quite? I'm Liam. I'm trying to find a job and...uhhh, I just ended up here…" The man looked curiously at him.
"You don't look that old, but who am I kidding, try and give bartending a shot." The man smiled at him. The young man merely took up a bottle of tonic water and a bottle of gin. He got a chilled glass cup with ice, poured a fair amount of gin and then added a certain amount of tonic water into it. He added lime juice before he stirred it and finally garnished it with lime wedge. The man looked cryptically at the drink. "That's...a simple recipe…" He gave the drink a shot before downing it and giving out a breath of fresh air after he downed it. "That's good...really good, better than I expected."
"I kinda have some experience with cocktails...so am I in?"
"Are you in-Of course, you are in! This is a great drink, so what time are you free?"
"Uhhh, I'm not a school boy, so...every day? Maybe certain times and things, I'm trying to gather money to help feed me and my...friends you could say…" Liam cringed as the man nodded.