"Which is?"
"Burn the school's dormitory."
"Wait what?" The four Servants and the man gave a look of bewilderment.
"It had some major drug storage and I've taken out every student and got them to the school building before I burnt the school down to the ground. Relax. And by the way, the mission was a lie. Someone just wanted to have fun and watch me burn a building for no reason whatsoever. The guy was executed the next day. Me as the executioner of course." Liam told his story without any hint of shame.
"...Well, thou has his mind at the right place when burning the place."
"Yes...ehehehe…"
"There's...more to it, is there?" Atalanta deadpanned.
"Ehehe...yes…" Liam poked his index fingers together. "The fire suddenly got blown to the main school building, so I had to call the firefighters…whoops."
"THOU WHAT!?"
"It was an accident, I swear it was windy that bloody day. That the fire gets thrown into the building and burnt half the school and caused a few minor burns to the children, but look at the bright side! There was no school for the children for half a year."
"THAT IS NOT A BRIGHT SIDE!" The female servants yelled at him, the males merely chuckled at that outburst.
"But it is...for the children and refund of half the price of the school year funds for the parents."
"...I gotta admit that's a pretty good accident." Ezio commented before his stomach was hit by Atalanta's fist. "Ouch."
"In any case...I still need a few helpers...any volunteers?" The Master asked as none raised their hands. "You guys are terrible."
The Lancer sighed before she raised her hand. "I volunteer." Ezio followed.
"I'm just going for the alcohol."
"Then handle it like a pro and not like a sissy!" Liam barked, the Assassin uttered a few colorful words before receiving a hit to his side from Atalanta.
"Ouch...what is with you hitting me?"
"It's just a flesh wound, nothing serious." The shortest of the Servants shrugged.
"Umm, I'll see what I can do?" Arthur raised his hand.
"...Alright then, Scáthach-san and Atalanta-san...both of you are going to be servers, Ezio-san will be the bartender and Arthur-san...you'll be the mascot." The other stifled a laughter as the King of Britain blinked.
"Wait what?"
"...Hmm, nevermind you'll be the one in charge of the tea...you can brew tea, can you?" King Arthur nodded awkwardly. "Good, alright all set!"
"But you guys really need a disguise name, otherwise it'll be people being named after Heroes and Myths, try and use the names that don't even corelate with the figures."
"I got the names!" Liam geedily shouted. "Scáthach, Asuka Ryusaki. Atalanta, Mako Samehime. Ezio...you'll be Ezio. No one would suspect a thing."
"Except Assassin Creed lovers." Azazel pointed out, Liam blinked before he cursed to himself.
"You're right...Edgar Ainsworth?" Ezio blinked before he nodded with a sigh. "Arthur...Ethan Smith?"
"I think those names would be perfect disguises." Azazel nodded in approval. There were literally no references that could possibly raise any suspiciousness about their names and their legends. But that day...might as well as be a busy day.
Koneko Toujou was ordered to scout around after a few magical interferences, there were summoning rituals every day and then and none of the Devils that were in charge knew what was causing them.
She walked through the streets of Kuoh Town before finding a new store. Dream Corner...her stomach growled, the Nekomata made her way to the store before she opened the door.
"Hi! Welcome to Dream Corner, how can I help you today?" The cashier worker greeted her, he had rich brown messy hair with joy-filled blue eyes, the whole building was...pretty decent, quite wonderful actually. Other than a drunk bartender sleeping his way through his shift, smelling awfully with a lot of alcohol consumption for a man his age.
"Sweet." She said to the cashier.
"Eh? Sweets?" The nekomata nodded as her answer. "Uhhh, Asuka-san, do we have any sweets?" The man yelled to the back.
The door opened to reveal a young woman, who's red wine hair was tied into a ponytail, her red eyes caused a shiver to come down her spine as her instincts constantly yelled at her 'DANGER'. "Yes, actually we have some on display. Now, don't bother me again." The woman shut the door as the man chuckled nervously.
"Duly noted." He whispered before he got back to his composure. "It's on display apparently, hehe." Below the cashier, while it is covered in a blindfold, was a glass display shelf, where the man opened it up to reveal a few sweet dishes.
"..." The white-haired girl inwardly drooled at the dishes. "Strawberry shortcake."
"Strawberry shortcake...that'll be...400 yen." He registered the money into the register. "Anything else?"
"Three." The man gave up a few sweatdrops on his head.
"Umm, sure…" He typed in two more of the shortcakes before concluding. "That'll be 1200 yen."
She took out her small pocket wallet before paying the man, the amount of money required. "Thank you, here's your cakes. Enjoy." He gave the girl the plastic bag filled with the sweet stuff. But when she got close, she smelled something...dreadful about him. Ignoring it, she nodded in thanks before leaving. "Come again!"
"Scáthach-san~" The Lancer sighed as she heard Liam whine, the whole faction finished their store and closed it for the day. "I'm bored…" The Master and Servants were already by their living space as Liam continued to whine. "I'm BOREEEDDDDDDDD."
Immature. He is.
"Then why don't you do something that is NOT boring?" She suggested, in which Liam quickly took note off.
"That's...a...wonderful idea! But what though?"
"Figure that out on your own, Liam." She turned on the television and switched to the history channel. Liam thought for a while before he found one idea, flicked his hand and quickly went upstairs. The lady of the shadow land can only wonder what he was doing before a yell was heard.
"GET OUT!" A loud thump can be heard before Saber came downstairs.
"Lancer, what's Master doing?" The woman shrugged as the King sat by the couch.
"Who knows, Saber. Who knows." She answered the King's question with boredom. Loud bangs and drilling noises began to sound out by the night.
"What in Merlin's beard-"