And so it had gone for a few more minutes in the garden, until Lord El-Melloi II finally admitted how truly exhausted he felt. Not in so many words, of course, but in that polite making excuses sort of way that always allowed him to shirk duties at Clock Tower.
Tests came soon after to try and comprehend what the hell Zhuge Liang had done upon being summoned, and then it was time to begin the real work in earnest. It would be a lie for Lord El-Melloi II to say he was relieved to be working (he was not. At all. Whatsoever.) but it kept him apart from the other Servants who...
...who he had mixed feelings about. There were some he got along with fine, others who ignored him and vice versa, and there was the third category which to be polite, he simply called annoying. That was an understatement, there were some that nearly equaled Flat, and all the avoidance techniques in the world failed. Chaldea was, in the end, a small place. There were only so many places one could go to.
At first, staying in the control room was enough. The combination of Lord El-Melloi II and Zhuge Liang made for an effective team, making quick suggestions when it seemed like objectives were at stake. But in doing so, an unspoken question was uncovered: how much more effective could this Caster be in the field?
Very.
Very and as Lord El-Melloi II was learning upon his return, the word also extended to his own state of being. He was bone tired physically, and while mentally Lord El-Melloi II considered himself to be in better shape, it wasn't by much. As successful as the mission was, the aftermath wasn't sustainable.
The question of sustainability was what brought him to Roman two days later (there had been a lot of sleeping to take care of first.)
"Roman...?" he asked quietly, entering the medical bay.
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Tests came soon after to try and comprehend what the hell Zhuge Liang had done upon being summoned, and then it was time to begin the real work in earnest. It would be a lie for Lord El-Melloi II to say he was relieved to be working (he was not. At all. Whatsoever.) but it kept him apart from the other Servants who...
...who he had mixed feelings about. There were some he got along with fine, others who ignored him and vice versa, and there was the third category which to be polite, he simply called annoying. That was an understatement, there were some that nearly equaled Flat, and all the avoidance techniques in the world failed. Chaldea was, in the end, a small place. There were only so many places one could go to.
At first, staying in the control room was enough. The combination of Lord El-Melloi II and Zhuge Liang made for an effective team, making quick suggestions when it seemed like objectives were at stake. But in doing so, an unspoken question was uncovered: how much more effective could this Caster be in the field?
Very.
Very and as Lord El-Melloi II was learning upon his return, the word also extended to his own state of being. He was bone tired physically, and while mentally Lord El-Melloi II considered himself to be in better shape, it wasn't by much. As successful as the mission was, the aftermath wasn't sustainable.
The question of sustainability was what brought him to Roman two days later (there had been a lot of sleeping to take care of first.)
"Roman...?" he asked quietly, entering the medical bay.