More thumpings began to heard before a loud bang was heard with a whimper of Liam's "Ow.", slowly came smaller thumps, the Master kept his groanings before a massive thump came in and nearly made the two jump out of their seat.
"Just give him a few moments." Scáthach shrugged. "He'll be finished…"
"Is he…"
"A Magus? Yes, he is and a really irresponsible one at that." The female Servant shook her head in amusement. "You would know more as we speak."
"Alright! All set!" Liam grinned as his whole outfit was filled with cuts, bruises, dusts, sweat and blood.
"What were you doing?" Scáthach asked with a tone of exasperation as soon as she saw him. "Were you fighting a dragon!?"
"That is a high possibility, Lancer!" Liam responded before he fell down the stairs in a brutal manner. "Ow…"
"Your luck with stairs hasn't changed…" The woman mused.
"So, what happen-oh, Liam." Ezio looked down on the poor bastard. "Are you alright?"
"In truth? Technically, I'm fine, broken bones and bruises aside, but bluntly, no, my everything is broken."
Ezio laughed his ass off before he was smacked by the head by Atalanta. "Thou shalt keep thou's respect. Are thou alright, Liam?"
"...Uhh, no. Not really." Atalanta sighed before she lend a hand, which Liam accepted before he got up. "Owww, that's gonna leave a mark."
"Indeed." The other servants nodded.
"In any case, I've been able to locate the so-called Peerages and I'll tell you what. They are all teenagers." Ezio finished what was supposed to be a dramatic revelation.
…
"And?"
"That's it." Ezio lamely finished.
"Dang it, Ezio!" Liam smacked a blackboard comically.
"Hey, not my fault. I find anything I can then report." The Assassin retorted back.
"Fair enough…" Liam slumped down with a disappointed look.
"In any cases, you need to be a lot more careful around the town." Ezio warned before he got a bottle of beer and downed it.
"Yes and please do note to use the table for eating and drinking alcohol." Liam rubbed his temples as Ezio got the bottle off his mouth.
"Yes yes, Liam." The Assassin nonchalantly waved off before making his way to the kitchen.
"Shall I prepare dinner, Mas-Liam?" Arthur correct himself at the last moment, the Master blinked before considering it.
"Can you cook?" The Saber-class nodded, causing Liam to shrug. "Sure, feel free to use the kitchen. It is our kitchen after all." He then took a sip of his water bottle.
"I see...is this idea of communism?" Liam turned his face from the others and performed a spittake to the floor.
"W-Where the hell did you get that!?"
"The...In...ter...net. Did I say that right?" Scáthach and Atalanta gave up a thumbs up.
"Spot on." They answered in unison.
"A-Anyways...feel free to use the kitchen." Arthur smiled before he headed for the kitchen.
"By the Gods, Ezio, you've wasted all of our beer storage!" Arthur roared from the kitchen as Ezio responded in the same volume.
"I NEED THEM!"
The males were a lot like the Servants' Master. But they had good intentions, so there's that.
"I'm just going to sleep on the sofa, so if you'll excuse me…" Liam quickly dropped and slept on his sofa. The two females merely gave the man a deadpan stare as he snored away, but that stare soon was replaced by a smile not long after.
Dreamscape
Lancer found herself in an abandoned wasteland, smoke and dust was in the air, heavily restricting her sights. She felt weak...she has felt everything in life, except weakness and helpless.
Multiple craters were placed here and there, multiple dead bodies lying dead by the ground, all had slice marks on them and nearly all of them were wearing an arsenal of foreign armor. Metal creatures were left dead with burn marks on their skin, one had its head thrown off to the side of its own body, decapitated with smoke coming out of its body's newly found hole.
That was before the dust cleared that it revealed hundreds of soldiers lying dead, dozens of metal creatures having their heads tilting down or beheaded. All of them had a green camouflage on with a star.
It was a wasteland filled with corpses. Whispers sounded off in the air as she turned to find a man sitting on a burning wreck, smoking a cigarette as he sighed and dropped the stick. Below him were a pair of short weapons, a machete and a tomahawk, both bloodied up. His eyes looked empty as if he was dead. His mouth began to move, silently uttering. "It's for the best...It's for the best." Multiple times. On his back was a long tube with a pair of handles and a lever. The irish legend couldn't figure out what it was, with a pair of weird pipe-like weapons strapped to his chest. His outfit was bloodied up with blood, dust and gravel. His hair was covered in soothe and ashes.
She approached the man slowly before the man heard the presence, pulling out his pipe-like weapon and pointed it towards her. "W-Who the hell are you!?" It was shocking for the Lancer. It was her own Master, his eyes being filled with fear and anguish. "No...no...no...nonononononononononono, just stay away from me! Just...stay away!" The man looked away with a pained expression, eyes shut, showing how much the pain within his body hurts him.
"...L-Liam?" The Lancer asked with a stutter, she hasn't recovered from the shock of her Master being a killer in the past, she knew that he might have been hiding something, but this...
"Y-You know...who I am?" The man asked with a look of disbelief as he turned towards her. "It...hurts…" He lowered his weapon before he opened up his coat, holes decorated his shirt as his flesh tried to reach the other side of the wound, attempting to cover it up. "W-Who are you?"
Scáthach crouched by the man before answering. "Scáthach...a...friend of yours." Her Master's doppelganger looked...surprised before he gave the biggest smile in his life.
"A friend...of mine...at least...I can still save someone…" His eyes began to tear up before water came down his dirtied cheeks. "...This...life...is still...worth living...after all…" He covered his mouth with a burnt left hand. Scáthach noticed how those wounds...resembled the one her Master bares on his left hand. This was in fact...one of the memories of her Master as a weapon. It was far more...gruesome than she would expect it would be.