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Franz Schattenberg Inu
Admiring Wukong's new modernised outfit Inu clapped a little. "That's a great look! Every time the other guy is awake he always wears such dull stuff and then he does dull stuff and worries all the time." He pouted thinking of how much time he'd spent watching Franz hide away, on some level Inu understood it was dangerous to be wandering about but for an immortal spirit that had nothing but time he didn't understand how the human could stand wasting what they had worrying so much.

Glancing around as the summons came over the speaker he clapped his hands together. "Welp time to get the adventure going! Onward!" Making an exaggerated march towards the door he paused at a niggling sense that he should be doing something, humming for a moment he tried and failed to snap his fingers and pulled up the hood of the coat over his ears. "There we go totally normal and not suspicious human."

Back in the conference room Inu leaned back in his chair lifting the front legs off the ground and curiously examined the other Servants with his borrowed eyes. "Hey there guys, name's Frans and this here is Lancer." Half listening to the briefing he eyed up the other Masters wondering if any of them might be fun to hang about with. He tilted his head to glance at Lancer when she spoke possibly giving whoever sat close to him a view of something odd on top of his head.

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[Father Gigantor]

Amberley Manning​

Stuffy conference rooms filled with faceless figures had never really been Amberley's thing, and the fact that the figures were all magi certainly did nothing to ease her nerves either. She glanced at her now freshly clothed servant that sat to her left, who had ditched her glaring Third Reich uniform for a more contemporary getup consisting of Amberley's spare casual outfit; a loose beige sweater and shorts, her previously owned pistol sticking out from the waistband. Amber had been hoping to change out of her gaudy outfit herself, but the summons that blared from the speakers in the dark room mandated that she continue with her cover.

Amberley could feel her eyes glazing over as she listened to the man addressing the crowd, regurgitating heaps upon heaps of information that made nary a lick of sense to her. Command seals, light and dark, masters and servants, yadda yadda yadda. At the end of the day, if this was anything like the wars of ages past, all that matters was being the winning pair. This was survival of the fittest at its most basic and straightforward, more than enough of a reason (and excuse) to keep socialisation to a bare minimum.

With that in mind, Amberley kept her introduction brief and more importantly, vague, taking the opportunity to assess her watchful competitors while delivering each fabricated line. "Amberley Monagahan, a pleasure I'm sure." She made an effort to inundate her greeting with stereotypical magelike haughtiness before gesturing towards her companion. "I am the Master of Assassin, Skalmöld."

She returned to her seat as the topic of conversation returned to the silver-haired lady that was onscreen. With any luck, her demeanour and casual reveal of her Servant's (faux) name would be enough to sway the impressions of her towards the image she was trying to portray. If they didn't, well there were also upsides to being seen as a complete buffoon as well, chief among them the decreased likelihood of any social interaction. Electing to continue her ignorance, Amberley returned to scanning everyone around her, wondering if the Aryan lady had anything to add to her unflattering introduction, or strange looks from her competitors.

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[QuirkyAngel]

Location: Wu Shu Xue building, Hong Kong, China

“That’s what we’d like to know.” Johnny replied to the casually-dressed Lancer. Whether it was an attempt to hide her identity or to fit in with her surroundings, Alan’s secretary couldn’t say. However, what mattered was her strength and whether she would be of use to Wu Shu Xue. “I’m sure your feelings would change when you see what she’s been doing.”

Johnny hit the ‘play’ button, watching as the figure in the video strolled to what seemed to be seemed to be a small playground where several children were huddled in a sandbox. There was a bit of interaction. Then heads came flying off, cleanly cut. Johnny paused the video.

“For those who don’t know Chinese, the kids were inviting her to play with them.” The dark-haired asian looked to the Masters and Servants gathered, his expression neutral. “What’s interesting to note is how she doesn’t seem to be targeting girls. Just young boys. She doesn’t seem to be doing it for the sake of soul-consumption either, or any known ritual, as she simply leaves the body—not seeming to care who catch her in the act.”

Johnny continued the video, letting it end when the female murderer noticed their spy. However, rather than killing him, as one might have expected, she simply vanished without saying a word. “She’s being called Nánhái Xiōngshǒu , or Boy Killer, in the media and wanted by the mage, and nonmage, society as a serial killer. No one really knows anything about her. One thing that’s certain though is that she’s a Servant. Which side and which class? We have no idea. Nor her reason for indiscriminately murdering young boys. We think it’s highly likely that her master is the one ordering her to commit these heinous crimes, as most heroic spirits wouldn’t choose to do something like this on their own, but they’ve yet to make an appearance and we haven’t been able to locate them despite our efforts. What we have noticed is that the targets seem to be isolated in Hong Kong, so we suspect she’s still somewhere in this city. Your job is to find her and defeat her. How you do so is up to you."

"Capturing her and obtaining information from her is ideal, but if that isn’t possible, just killing her and stopping her murder spree—before Hong Kong’s police get too involved—is enough.” Director Alan added.

Pailing walked around the room, handing out disposable phones to every Master at the conference table.

"These phones contain contact information to Wu Shu Xue's main office, as well as the numbers of the other 6 phones being handed out. Should you encounter Nánhái Xiōngshǒu anywhere in the city it is highly advised that you call for assistance. However, whether you keep them or not is up to you. The sooner we deal with her the safer the streets of Hong Kong will be." Johnny checked his notes. "Also, while we have prepared you rooms in the Wu Shu Xue building, you aren't actually required to live here. If you find the rooms unsatisfactory, you are free to locate your own living space within Hong Kong. You'll simply have to pay for it yourselves. Funding from Wu Shu Xue is provided only as necessary for the success of a mission."

They did have a budget, after all.

"Any questions?"

If there were none, the meeting would be adjourned and Grail participants would be free to...do whatever it was that Grail Participants did. Time was money to Johnny. Therefore he didn't like wasting much of it.

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And so we start again!​ This arc ends when certain plot points are hit. Don't think to much about it and just rp as your character would. Feel free to explore Hong Kong, interact with npc as they are introduced, interact with other players, look around Wu Shu Xue, etc. Only those that post for this arc have a chance of finding her and I'll be rolling a die to see who does.

 

[LostHaven]

True Assassin

Wu Shu Xue Building, Hong Kong | QuirkyAngel Father Gigantor (And everybody else that I'm not arsed to tag.)​

It wasn't as if Assassin hated casual-wear, but something about Amberley's spare clothes just really wasn't right. Maybe it was the lack of pockets on that oddly-coloured sweater - her own uniform had at least eight pockets, and several more hidden ones, after all. Perhaps it was the annoying chill that kept nagging at her legs, not murderously chilly like the wrath of Mother Russia, yet enough that it was a total pain in the ass to live with, like being stuck in a car with a driver who turns the air conditioning too low. That being said, no matter how warm and comfortable she found her uniform, even Assassin somewhat understood the consequences of strutting out in a Third-Reich uniform. To put it in this era's people's terms, it'd be akin to comitting social suicide. After all, not many people in this world understood the value of the Fuhrer's art. She sure didn't.

In the conference room, Assassin sat back on her chair with her legs lifted up on the table. Her arms were crossed across her chest, pressing her assets outward, and lechers in the room aside, Assassin once again thought back to her cozy uniform, with pockets she could rest her hands in. She remained silent while her master gave a mediocre introduction, glaring at the scantily-dressed redhead standing near the Director - Ruler, the Oracle of Apollo, Pythia. Of course there's a damn Ruler, who was undoubtedly going to ruin her fun. She fired distasteful comments at Ruler in her mind, while the rest of her brain was contemplating how the woman wasn't cold, despite barely wearing clothes, if one could even call them that.

"Zit is a pleasure, Magi and fellow Servants. Let's get along until ve kill ze ozer Servants, ja?" Assassin chimed after Amberley, in her absurdly thick accent.

The room quickly went quiet though, when Johnny played a short clip of the white-haired Servant slaughtering a group of boys who couldn't have been more than twelve years old. Assassin noticeably raised an eyebrow as the clip displayed the children being beheaded. She commented loudly right after the video finished. "Holy schit, zat's kind of fucked up." She exclaimed, seemingly aghast at the Servant's action, though her greatly-amused smirk would suggest otherwise. And to Amberley and Ruler, it was clear that this clinically insane model Aryan Nazi was full of hypocritical bullshit.

Her next thought was to leave the place. Though, it wasn't for the sake of hunting down the Servant. Bonus command seals for the winner wasn't exactly very enticing for Assassin, she really disliked taking orders for the most part. Her first priority was securing more suitable clothes, and coming at a close second was food. She'd arrived at a peaceful era where people didn't have to live off canned garbage, and she sure as hell wasn't going to skip out on her breakfast pretzel, even if she was only summoned moments ago. Only moments after Amberley had received what Assassin understood to be a device that was essentially an advanced telephone/radio/television, she grabbed Amberley and basically dragged the girl outside the conference room, ignoring Johnny's words as she made her way to the closest exit.

"Alright, does anyvhere in zis place sell clothes zat are like a uniform? Also, vhere do ve buy firearms?" She asked Amberley, in a demanding manner almost as if she were giving an order. "And it's about time for lunch," Assassin added, basically assuring Amberley she wouldn't be able to cut down on food fees, even if Assassin was a Servant and didn't exactly need to eat.

 

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Lancer felt her stomach turn upside-down watching the video. She hear the children scream while being killed, and it tore her heart.

As soon as the video ended, Lancer was looking down at the table, before phones and objectives were given out. As soon as Johnny asked if there were any questions, Lancer shot up out of her chair before shooting an unintentional glare at the male.

"If I may, I wish to hunt this woman down before she kills anymore kids! What she did is unholy!"

 

[simj26]

JacobNANHAI XIONGSHOU?! He clapped his hands across his mouth, almost breaking out into a fit of giggles. That was such a clumsy name! NanHai Xiongshou. It sounded more like something out of a dirty comic or something. The act itself was gruesome on-screen, but her NAME! Jacob wasn’t too proud of his Chinese, especially when it came to writing, but his spoken language wasn’t totally rubbish. He hoped. He managed to order that bowl of noodles earlier without messing it up, so it mustn’t have been too bad. Still. NANHAI XIONGSHOU. If that wasn’t the most hilarious thing to ever come out of anyone’s mouth, he wasn’t sure what was. Sure, it translated into ‘boy killer’, but even that was hilarious. BOY KILLER. He was reminded of one certain word from trawling the internet, but he wisely kept his mouth shut. He was so caught up with the whole nomenclature debacle that he forgot to listen to the rest of the briefing, as he mulled over the name in his head. Was there a better name to give the killer? Kiddie Killer? Child Chopper? Toddler Terminator? Prepubescent Peril? He swore to Izumo that these were at least much more bearable names than BOY KILLER.

It was only after the blonde man said “Any questions?” that he looked up from his small notebook, now filled with nonsensical monikers for the Kruel Kid Killa, his face twisted into a strained expression, trying to contain his laughter. The meeting was done? What? He hadn’t heard anything at all! He scrambled to gather his bearings. Right, residence here was not compulsory, they could stay anywhere else. Residences, huh? In one room with Caster? Alone?! He clasped his hands together in bliss. Finally! Something to look forwards to! Together with one of the cutest girls around, alone! He said ‘one of’, as the rest of the cast gathered in the same room as he were not bad on the eyes either! The Amberley lass, master of Assassin, Assassin herself, Lorina, the Master of Saber, Saber herself, were all CUTE! CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE! And HOT! HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT! He was a hot-blooded man, most of the time, and they called to his hot-bloodedness! If he left tonight without getting any of their numbers, he wouldn't forgive himself.

He snatched up the phone in front of him, and waved to Caster. “Let’s be off, Caster. We’re gonna go see the sights first, before we head off on our mission.” He drew his jacket over himself, his eyes catching sight of one of the other leaving pairs. It’s that lady! The cute and hot one! The Amberley lass, and her Servant! Jacob clenched his fists, pumping his fists in the air silently. “Yesssssss,” he hissed quietly under his breath, and quickly slipped out after them, taking extra care to--

Collide straight into Assassin. He gave a feigned yelp of surprise, backing off from her beautiful, pale complexion, her lustrous snow-white hair, correcting his glasses. “Whoa, sorry there, Miss! I was kinda in a rush to get outta there!” He rubbed the back of his neck, and laughed weakly. “I haven’t had my breakfast, or my lunch yet, and I was just tryna get something to munch on before we get to work!” He glanced from the Servant to her Master, then back at the Servant, before he clapped his hands together, the gloves muffling the sound. “Ah! I know some good dim sum spots going at cheap lunch prices in this area from my last visit here! Wanna come with? As they say, the more the merrier!”

He paused, then laughed sheepishly once more. “Ah yeah, sorry about that. I forgot to introduce myself. Silly me! The name’s Jacob. Jacob Rinehart, Master of Caster.” He still couldn’t get rid of the idea of how catchy Master Caster sounded in his head. “And this is my Servant,” he said, waving his hand towards Caster, or in her general direction, “the amazing, cute, and amazingly cute Caster!”
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[LostHaven]

True Assassin

Wu Shu Xue Building, Hong Kong | Father Gigantor The One Eyed Bandit simj26 ​

As Assassin made her exit with Amberley in tow, she quickly gave note to two more people that appeared to be following them. Thoughts floated through her mind, and for a moment, she humored the idea of already engaging in combat this early into the war. Much to her (partial) disappointment, the pair that had tailed after them didn't seem to be looking for a fight, and rather, the man just simply bumped into Assassin.

Assassin's expression turned puzzled for a split second in response to Jacob's yelp, her hands following immediately afterward to catch the middle-aged man. It didn't take a genius to observe and deduce that he had clearly walked into Assassin intentionally. This was certainly something new - when she was alive, there wasn't a single man with enough balls to maintain a casual conversation with her, let alone collide into her on purpose. Her expression quickly reverted to an amused smirk, realising this event provided a new opportunity, to have some fun teasing the otherwise unimportant man. "An adorable vun, aren't you?" Assassin mused as she unhanded Jacob, grinning ear to ear, though her eyes shined with wicked glee.

"I am Assassin," she responded to Jacob's short introduction with her own. "Ze pleasure is mine," she added, quickly glancing at Caster. It took her only a moment to scruitinize the woman top to bottom, but what intrigued Assassin the most were Caster's eyes - she knew them well, shining, innocent jewels that belied an unknowable madness. "Not to alarm you, Master, but I think zat Caster is probably a madvoman..." She warned Amberley telepathically, though, once again, this coming from Assassin was really just total hypocrisy.

"I myself vould kill for food right now," Assassin joked, "I suppose it vouldn't hurt to get acquainted vith each other - perhaps ve could verk togever to find zat vhite-haired voman, vhat do you 'vink, Master?" She asked, glancing at Amberley.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Pythia could feel Assassin’s glare and wisely chose to ignore it in lieu of listening to Johnny’s explanation. In fact, her attention was mostly focused on the blind-folded woman in the video, thoughtful contemplation coloring her face. Sun Wukong’s angry declaration and Reinhard’s aghast exclamation fell on relatively deaf ears, though it didn’t take much to tell which Servant was being truthful and which wasn’t.

None of the Servants introduced their identity, one even lying about theirs, which spoke a lot about their personalities. Cautious. Distrustful. Though, that was probably the smart thing to do in a grail war as every Servant was a potential enemy in the quest to obtain the wish-granting device. A regular grail war, that is.

In a regular Grail War, would someone like Sun Wukong be able to be summoned in the current era at all? The legendary Chinese figure was practically a divine spirit. A heroic spirit who rebelled against Heaven during the Age of Gods and accompanied Tang Sazang on her journey west. Coupled with the fact that the war was taking place in Hong Kong, China, where Buddhist faith was high, the advantage was as clear as day.

In a regular grail war, Franz Schattenberg was the most probable victor.

But this wasn’t a regular war. There was more than one side, many more factors, and more at stake. She was summoned to guide them so the worst outcome could be avoided. But, even so, she wasn’t one of the Fates. She couldn’t change what was written. In fact, there were several times in her life, when her words pushed destiny along despite her intentions.

“I appreciate your determination, Ms Lancer.” Johnny replied, meeting Lancer’s unintentional glare with business-like composure, before glancing around at the rest of the table’s occupants. The ones that hadn’t yet rushed to leave. “If there are no more questions, the first meeting of the 8th Holy Grail War is concluded. There’s a cafeteria on the first floor for those who are hungry.”

“Well.” Alan Martin watched in amusement as Jacob flirted with the germanic-accented female that called herself Skalmold before returning his gaze. “That’s where I’m going. Care to join me Pythia?”

“Unfortunately I must decline, Director Martin. I would like to retire in my temple. There is something I have to check.”

“Johnny?”

“There are several stacks of financial reports I’ve yet to finish.”

“I’ll go with you, Laoshi! I’ve got nothing better to do…” Pailing folded the empty bag after making sure all phones were distributed. She glanced up curiously at the foreign mages and their summoned Servants.“Unless ngoigwok yan need tour guide or translator? Pailing is happy to help! Pailing knows lots of fun spots too!”

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[Gundam Watcher 27]

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Lancer would nod, before looking at Franz. "I'll go on ahead to track the killer down. It would be best if you stay here, but don't worry, I'll make it back once the mission is done."

Lancer would then walk up to the nearest window, before turning around and back flipping out of the window, shattering the glass pane that kept the cool breeze out.

From anyone's perspective, it looked like she committed suicide, back flipping out of a 20+ story building, but Lancer would immediately transform into a bat and start to flap her wings. She would stay in air for a second, before flying off to find the Boy Killer.​

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Location: Hong Kong Park

During a time when the sun is nearly set, barely visible beyond the horizon, and the skies have taken on a somewhat pinkish hue, two teenagers could be seen walking along a paved road. The one in the lead carried a box of supplies while the other trailed behind, seemingly hesitant and fearful of shadows.

“Meifan, wait!” The boy with glasses and hair that looked like it hadn’t been washed for days reached out to grab the shoulder of the girl in front of him.

His hand was quickly shrugged off as the girl swiveled around. “What?”

“I-I don’t think this is a very good idea,”

“Are we just going to sit back and let this Boy Killer do what she wants in our city then? What about Lao’s little brother? He’s still missing and we can’t expect the police to find him.”

“The mages of the Association…”

Meifan snorted. “It’ll be too late by the time they finally get off their butts to do something.”

“W-we should at least wait for Pailing. She’s the best at magecraft out of all of us.”

“She’s busy helping her teacher with other, more important, things.” The girl set the box down on a bench and ruffled through the supplies—talismans, dolls, and other religious knickknacks—before pulling out to what looks like an old feng shui board. “This is where Nanhai Xiongshou killed her latest victims. We’ve got to act now before the mana residue disappears. Besides, we’re just going to do a bit of reconnaissance until Pailing is free to help us. Worse come to worse, we can just high tail it out of there.”

“I still don’t think…”

“Look. You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to, Baji.”

And with that the conversation ended as Meifan closed her eyes, lifted the board with both hands, and began to chant.

(Note: The conversation is in Chinese, Hong Kong dialect)

Location: A dim sum bakery

In an alley behind a small dim sum bakery, a white haired woman wearing a black dress and blindfold could be seen peeking longingly at the dim sum inside. She stood as still as a statue. No one knew how long she stood there. Not many even noticed her. The few that did only peeked at her curiously before moving on with their daily lives.

For whatever reason, despite her apparent interest, she refused to enter. Just stared intently at the freshly made steamed dumplings—assuming her eyes could even see them behind the blindfold.

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[LostHaven]

Rider of Darkness

Airport | Gundam Watcher 27 ( QuirkyAngel )
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"Cease thy incessant whining," Garmr barked at Ryuga, "the 'AC' is not turned too low! I hast not even turned the tiny clock even a quarter-revolution! The winds of Helheim bite far worse than such trifling wind this 'Air-Clock' machination could spit out, I cannot comprehend how thou thought to challenge that repulsive lizard when thy resolve art so weak that thou wouldst succumb to such a meagre ordeal such as the AC turned too low." Despite Rider's disgruntled comments, evidently still yet annoyed at the previous fiasco, the air conditioning was indeed, as Ryuga had rightly stated, turned much too low. In fact, it was cranked up all the way to the end of the blue indicator, and as for the car's interior...

It may as well have been a freezer-truck. Hell, the air was so hellishly cold, that the teardrops seeped from beneath Ryuga's eyes almost froze the moment they fell from his cheek.

Throughout the entire car-trip, the ball of fluff that was the Pomeranian, Fenrir, rested on Ryuga's lap, sapping off what little body heat remained in Ryuga's body to keep himself warm. It quickly dozed off comfortably, while poor Ryuga would have to endure the bitter chill like the depths of Cocytus, with only his lap somewhat safe from freezing solid.

It didn't help Ryuga's case that the car ride was almost two entire hours. Rider pulled up in the carpark of the airport, and pulled out the keys from his lavishly expensive 'mount'. Immediately, the roaring AC calmed down, as Ryuga would be granted relief from an undeserved sentence. He would then be presented with what appeared to be two plane ticket from Garmr, which, upon inspection, were First Class tickets for a flight with Hong Kong International Airport as the destination. Upon reading the names printed upon the tickets, Ryuga would quickly discover that...

One of them was for Fenrir...?

Evidently, Garmr didn't quite understand how airports worked, or how anything in this modern day and age funtioned, since Ryuga hadn't been given even a moment to pack his luggage, and... the flight was departing in twenty minutes. Moreover, Garm had somehow found the time to dress himself in an enormous trench-coat, a humongous pair of novelty party-glasses, a skull bandanna and a bright-pink and blue striped scarf masking his face. His feet were covered with a pair of mismatched McDonald's socks, one foot bearing a bright-green thong while the other sported black high-heels. All of this, of course, was all over Rider's armour, meaning the metal detectors would, without a doubt, go ballistic. Also, for some inconceivable reason that not even the Outer Gods that dwelled beyond mortal knowing could comprehend, Rider was also carrying a bright red handbag.

"Let us depart, then," Rider calmly suggested, completely oblivious that with the amount of time they were probably going to get held up at airport security, they'd probably miss the flight. Unfortunately, Ryuga was alone before the gruelling trial ahead.

Ah, and if anyone was wondering, each ticket cost fifteen-grand, and was paid off with Jack's credit card.

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

Ryuga Tohsaka
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“Finally!”
Ryuga said, sighing in relief as the cold in his body would slowly leave out. Fenrir The Pomeranian would be on his shoulder, forepaws dangling over his left shoulder as it was wagging its tail and had its tongue sticking out, as if it was excited.

Ryuga would smile before scratching the little dogs chin, before noticing Garm returned with two plane tickets.

“Okay , so now that you have the tickets, we should be able to reach- Hold on! Why is there a ticket for Fenrir?! He isn’t a person!”

Ryuga then looked at Garm and face palmed.
“One of these days, we need to go shopping for some actual clothes! Also, you can’t enter wearing metal or else they will arrest you!”

Ryujo explained, before noticing the time the plane leaves.

“Shit! Why didn’t you pack me a suitcase?! Wait, that isn’t important!”

Ryuga dashed off, Fenrir was chomping down hard on the back of his shirt collar, as it was flying behind him like in some comedy anime.

Ryujo would run through the metal detector, which only buzzed after he left. Shit, he forgot about Newton’s Law again?!

“I don’t have time for this!”
Ryuga said, pulling three blue gems out of his pocket before throwing them at the two incoming guards. The guards were frozen in huge chunks of ice, as panic ran through the airport. During this time, Garm was ahead of him.

“Garm, I need you to get me to the plane!”
Ryuga would order, with urgency in his voice.

​

 

[LostHaven]

Rider of Darkness

Airplane | Gundam Watcher 27 ​

As expected, when Rider literally dashed through the metal detector, it started going absolutely haywire, though, the security guards didn't possess the ability to catch the speedy culprit, as Ryuga saw it fit to freeze them in blocks of ice. Then, followed Ryuga's command: “Garm, I need you to get me to the plane!”

At that moment, Garmr skidded to a halt in his mad dash, clasping his trench coat, tearing off the entirety of his disguise dramatically, somehow also manging to remove the socks and questionable footwear, even though his hands never once came in contact with them. Now Rider, clad in his signature black armour somewhat reminiscent of a 'Dark knight' from some sort of fantasy RPG setting, sword at his side and all, hauled Ryuga under his arm, and made a run toward the gate, breaking through to the plane only moments before the gate's closure. The airport staff tending to the gate would only see a blur, followed by an inexplicably intense gust of wind.

The ticket-scanners would also be shattered, as if somebody was too excited to scan their ticket and slammed it into the scanner, fist included. That said, perhaps it could at the very least bring Ryuga even slight relief that Garmr somehow had some sort of idea of how some things worked.

Speeding into the plane, the duo (and dog) would finally come to a halt at their designated seats. And if Ryuga was prone to motion sickness... well...

Garmr then swiftly made his way toward his, utterly calm, completely unaware they had just committed borderline terrorism.

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

Ryuga Tohsaka
LostHaven

Ryuga would exhale with great disappointment in his voice, but he would buckle up as Fenrir would bounce down from his shoulder to the empty seat next to him, with Garm on the other seat. Between both Canines, Ryuga would be brooding, and thinking,
There was no cameras looking at us.... Was there? I actually wouldn't mind hiding out in prison... But there's the fact that it's a cowards way out. Also......
An image of Fafnir would be brought up in his head.

I have to save her still. I owe it to her.... And once I find the person who made her that way, I'll.....

He noticed the plane was on it's way to take off, and he would slouch back in his seat.

"Huh .... Maybe luck is on my side after all."
Ryuga said, noting the plane was leaving ahead of schedule, possibly because of his actions.​

 

[LostHaven]

Rider of Dark

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"Huh... Maybe luck is on my side after all." Unfortunately for Ryuga, his misfortune that day would not be over, for even mentioning of luck before Garmr, a servant with luck so horrendously bad to the point of hilarity, was more than enough to jinx him, and probably his entire nonexistent family for generations to come. Garmr's terrible luck that surpassed even than of a particular, blue full-body tight wearing man that wielded a spear that bore quite an unfortunate name that made it sound like it had some sort of... homosexual connotations, was not immediate evident, but Garmr's E--- luck would, inevitably, return from the cold, unforgiving depths of RNG Hell to bite them in the bottom. Well, specifically Ryuga.

Thankfully, the plane did not crash, nor disappear without a trace, miraculously, even with Rider as one of its passengers. The group made it to Hong Kong International Airport safely, at around midday, except, when they arrived... there were f*cking riot police waiting for them. And even Garmr seemed fully understand that the armed humans were after their asses specifically. "Hold on..." He advised Ryuga, once again grappling onto the poor young man with one hand, and carefully handled his fluffy companion with the other. Before the plane could even come to a complete halt, Rider had already forced open one of the emergency exits - yes, he didn't open it like a normal person, he literally tore the door straight off - and made a leap for it, breaking into another dash, coming to a stop at the car park.

Then, he came to a halt before a white Mazda van. Hand reaching out, Rider grasped the back door handles, and like the poor door of the plane, brute-forced it open with almost no effort. The alarms went haywire, letting out an incessant, horrid screeching like a dying, mentally damaged donkey in heat. Completely ignoring the uproar, Rider entered through the back and seated himself upon the driver seat. Then, he retrieved the keys for his own car, and with titanic strength, jammed it into the key socket. Then, by either ten-thousandfold blessings of RNGesus himself, or by the sheer stupidity of the situation that God literally pissed himself from uncontrollable laughter and went 'fuck it why not', which, judging by Garmr's luck that may as well have been ranked EX due to being immeasureably terrible, was probably the latter. Because, when Rider turned the key, the van actually whirred to life (albeit still shrieking like a banshee who stubbed her toe on a table, and while jumping up and down, clasping her toe in unknowable torment, managed to hop straight onto a lego with her good foot). "Get in." Rider commanded, and immediately after Ryuga and Fenrir boarded the van, slammed the accelerator.

And drove it straight off the third storey.

What followed was a chase scene directly out of an action movie, which, admittedly, was quite an exhilarating ride if it weren't for the fact that Garmr could run much faster than the van, (which also brings up the question of why Rider didn't just run, instead of going through all the trouble to hijack a van GTA style, but there are some things that mortal men were never meant to comprehend.)

Sadly, for the band of two merry fools, Rider, somehow didn't possess the Riding skill, and thus Garmr's skill with handling a vehicle was akin to a 16-year old who thinks being good at Mario-Kart made them qualified to be the getaway vehicle driver for a band of terrorists planning to bomb the White House, which is to say, an accident was bound to happen, and... Well...

Halfway through the chase, police hot in pursuit, Rider managed to ram the already mutilated van straight into a fire-hydrant. Well, that being said, Garmr wasn't going to let his favourite (and only) pomeranian die in a traffic accident, and thus sensing the impending danger with Mind's Eye (False), leapt out of his seat, grabbing both Fenrir and Ryuga and leapt out of the van before it went up in flames (which, undoubtedly was highly unrealistic and questionable regarding whether it really happened given all the circumstances and, well, common sense), and collided straight into a window a few buildings down the street, crashing straight into... the Wu Shu Xue building, and furthermore, braving through every obstacle be it wall or window, burst straight into the cafeteria, landing atop a table almost gracefully (also knocking over an unfortunate guy's noodles all over aforementioned unfortunate guy), only if he wasn't carrying a fully grown man and a pomeranian in his arms.

Two miracles in a day. Perhaps Ryuga actually had some sort of heavenly luck that counteracted Rider's?

Then, Garmr, standing up on the table, completely unfazed and still carrying Ryuga (and Fenrir), having deduced that he had somehow arrived at the right place by the distinct stench of servants permeating the entire building, boldly announced: "I art the Rider of Dark, Blood-Soaked Guardian of Hel's Gate, Garmr! I hath received thy summons of utmost urgency, and hath arrived with haste! Now, pray tell, who among thee is the man who bears the highest position, and for what reason I hath been called to this place?!" Perhaps, Rider could have been taken more seriously if he wasn't speaking in between sickening snaps and cracks as his teeth grinded down on a clock he had swiped off the wall, whilst carrying Ryuga in his other arm. But, even so, the black-armoured man was, without the slightest doubt, a servant. And clearly an eccentric one at that.

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And this is where we should end the shenanigans that clearly belong in a comedy spinoff

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

Ryuga Tohsaka
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Ryuga would immediately mentally scream atop his lungs, the biggest longest FBomb he could muster, as he saw the huge makeshift Riot Police army waiting for them.

Shit! Did they get a picture of me or something?!

Garm however took inititive, and scooped Ryuga and Fenrir, the dynamic duo's Pomeranian mascot, and lept off the plane, causing Ryuga to scream in terror. That was definitely a long way down. Thankfully, they landed on a car lot, in which Garm would commander an empty vehicle, as the trio got in.

Ryuga was in the shotgun seat, as he noticed Garm used the Garmobile keys to miraculously start the vehicle, and drive off the building.

What went on next was basically if GTA was happening IRL. Cars, Cops, and Choppers were on their tail, every so often a bullet grazed the car or shattered glass. Ryuga would have Fenrir in his arms as he was ducking down to avoid getting shot, but in a great unexpected accident, Garm had to grab Ryuga, and with both his passengers in his arms, lept out of the car which exploded, as he used his great speed to escape into their destination.

Ryujo would be greatly out of breath, but would quickly recover, as he looked at the people that Garm introduced himself to.

"My name is Ryuga Tohsaka, Age 40, Mater of Dark Rider. Who exactly is in charge here- Garm, spit that out, we're trying to introduce ourselves!" ​

 

[IG42]

Franz Schattenberg Inu
Watching the screen Inu narrowed Franz's eyes, while the spirit hadn't been one to rate human life above other creatures such pointless killing irked him. Turning to the more visibly infuriated Wukong he nodded approvingly. "Sure thing go kick her ass Lancer I-." He stopped short feeling his other partner fighting to be heard, pressing a hand to his temple he muttered under his breath for a moment. "Alright I'll ask." Straightening up he raised a hand as if in class. "Can I ask where this was recorded? HeIWe might want to take a look." Not even noticing the pronoun stew his ears perked up slightly under the hood at the mention of food. "Ooh I'll do that first though, lead the way!"

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[Hanarei]

Lorina​

Lorina let out a yawn as she stretched, propping herself up from the bed. The white shirt she wore covering her body in what was for her purposes a nightgown. She wasn't much the type to dress up to sleep very much, though being in such a place did elect her to cover up a bit more in the off chance she might have to quickly get up and act. As little as she cared about others gazing upon her nude body, it was something the lord would look down upon electing her to at least put up some decency even if she was given sway by the church due to her duties. She pushed the sheets off her standing up slowly to stretch. She moved to the window pulling away the shade peeking out as the light of the sun was already slipping away as night was finally coming.

Time to wake up.

Lorina was quick to get dressed not wasting much time. She felt a bit sleepier then she would like getting up, though having to be up earlier in the day ontop of the meeting was rather disrupting to her normal schedule. She gripped her sword pulling it up as she attached the scabbard to her side. She drew the blade, the edge of the weapon seeming to glimmer in the low light as she spun it around in her hand sheathing the Scripture away. She did the same with her large pistols flourishing them in her hands with a spin making sure they were in working order before placing them behind her back in their holsters. Her eyes shifted glancing over at the phone she was given from the meeting earlier as she slipped it into the small pouch she had before departing from her room. She could really use a bite to eat before she likely went out later that night. As much energy as she could have.

The Dhampir opened the door to the cafeteria, looking rather stern and likely quite grumpy. Her eyes glanced over noticing two standing on the table now. She looked them over their loud words registering in her mind though seemingly shrugging it off. She shuffled over grabbing a tray proceeding to fill her tray, not at all seeming to pay much attention to the two as she piled on anything she could for a bite to eat. It wasn't exactly her ideal choice of food but she felt better grabbing something to eat while she had the chance then simply acting on an empty stomach. With her tray full she ventured over not at all putting an ounce of worry sitting down in a table that wasn't disrupted by the two idoits barging in taking no time to start eating, quickly chowing down the food on her tray.

"Nnn... so did you... hoping to seek... forgiveness... or are you... just fools wishing for.. the lord's judgement upon thee?" She asked her tone rather simple as she ate clearly not fully awake yet as she stuffed her mouth filling her stomach not really all that caring about coming off proper, at least for those two. It was important she was nourished, as ridiculous as it might seem at the time.

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[QuirkyAngel]

Location: Wu Shu Xue building

"A playground in Hong Kong Park," Johnny answered Franz Shattenburg brusquely, though most his attention was on the broken window as he mentally calculated the cost it would take to repair the glass. He wondered if he ought charge the Master for the Servant's antics."It's a public park next to Cotton Tree Drive in the central part of the city."

No.

It technically counted as damage caused in an effort to assist Wu Shu Xue so he'd have to let it slide. Johnny sighed. Walking to the nearest closet, the long-haired secretary grabbed a broom and started to sweep up the shattered glass bits that landed in the conference room when Lancer jumped out the window.

Additional work was never fun.

Though his exasperation would be far worse when, at 6pm, a crash, followed by a loud alarm, sounded throughout the building.

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***​

The Director in question was busy pulling noodle strands out of his hair while men (and women) in black rushed to the cafeteria, mystic codes, swords, talismans, and magical weapons of all kinds pointed at Garm and Ryuga.

As soon as the unknown figure crashed into the Wu Shu Xue building, snapping through bounded fields after bounded fields in his collision course to the cafeteria, an alarm sounded throughout the building, warning any and all mages working in the building of the immediate danger. Following protocol, teachers would've evacuated their students and the Wu Shu Xue Defense team would be on the move. Wu Shu Xue might only be a small branch of the Association, but it was by no means defenseless.

Most of the time.

Clearly their defense was lacking a bit to let a Servant in so easily.

Pailing, who ended up following Director Alan to the cafeteria, had gotten into a fighting stance as well--leg raised and arms outstretched in a crane stance. Though she glanced to her teacher worriedly. Even she knew that regular mages didn't stand much of a chance against a Servant.

"I'm the one in charge here," Alan answered when he plucked the last noodle from his hair. He reached for a napkin. "But I have no idea what you are talking about, Garm, Guardian of Hel. We've not sent any letter."

Garm.

The Rider of Dark.

Of all the times for an enemy Servant to show up...and a powerful one at that.

Alan mentally groaned. Hopefully Pyra had sensed the Servant and was on her way. He wasn't exactly sure which of the Masters and Servants decided to stay behind and which decided to go out on a Boy Killer hunt.

Rider of Dark and Ryuga Tohsaka, huh?

Though he was a Master of Dark for a brief time in his foolish youth, he didn't know much about the other masters. He didn't begin researching into the Masters involved in the 'Secret Grail War' until years after he'd lost his arm. Even then, following their whereabouts was a hassle. They tended to move around a lot. Change faces. Many had gone into hiding. He didn't expect one of them would just up and attack them.

Eyes on the two of Team Dark, Alan reached into his pocket, intending to speed dial the Masters.

Then Lorina walked in.

Alan blinked. Right. She was a Dhampir. Probably took a nap as soon as the meeting ended. Still, Alan grinned happily at his savior, who had grabbed a tray and began eating, blissfully unperturbed by the chaos around her. "Perfect timing! Rider of Dark and his master are worth 4 command spells! Please capture and bring them in for questioning."

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(( Jacob finished his summoning at half pass five. Assuming the meeting + interactions too half an hour, I'm going to say it's 6pm currently. Sun is pretty much almost set)

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

Ryuga Tohsaka
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"Nnn... so did you... hoping to seek... forgiveness... or are you... just fools wishing for.. the lord's judgement upon thee?" She asked her tone rather simple as she ate clearly not fully awake yet as she stuffed her mouth filling her stomach not really all that caring about coming off proper, at least for those two. It was important she was nourished, as ridiculous as it might seem at the time

"Wait, What?!"
Ryuga would look at the strange female, before hearing the alarms go off. Suddenly they found themselves surrounded by a large force of armed personnel which consisted of-

"How can this many mages be in one building at once?! No, the actual question is, How did Light team get so many allies within this timespan?!"
Ryuga was now thinking that he was in a building occupied by light faction, unaware pf the third team....

"I'm the one in charge here," Alan answered when he plucked the last noodle from his hair. He reached for a napkin. "But I have no idea what you are talking about, Garm, Guardian of Hel. We've not sent any letter."

Garm.

The Rider of Dark.

Of all the times for an enemy Servant to show up...and a powerful one at that.

Alan mentally groaned. Hopefully Pyra had sensed the Servant and was on her way. He wasn't exactly sure which of the Masters and Servants decided to stay behind and which decided to go out on a Boy Killer hunt.

Rider of Dark and Ryuga Tohsaka, huh?

Though he was a Master of Dark for a brief time in his foolish youth, he didn't know much about the other masters. He didn't begin researching into the Masters involved in the 'Secret Grail War' until years after he'd lost his arm. Even then, following their whereabouts was a hassle. They tended to move around a lot. Change faces. Many had gone into hiding. He didn't expect one of them would just up and attack them.

Eyes on the two of Team Dark, Alan reached into his pocket, intending to speed dial the Masters.

Then Lorina walked in.

Alan blinked. Right. She was a Dhampir. Probably took a nap as soon as the meeting ended. Still, Alan grinned happily at his savior, who had grabbed a tray and began eating, blissfully unperturbed by the chaos around her. "Perfect timing! Rider of Dark and his master are worth 4 command spells! Please capture and bring them in for questioning."

Well, Ryuga got one question answered. But hearing that the letter must have been a fake invitation, he felt stupid.

He ran right into a trap, with no way to get out .... Except he could use his powers, but the Director would ask the strange female to fight and capture them.

Okay..... If I understand anything from being in the war, not everything is as it seems..... Could that girl be a servant?

He laughed at himself, before putting his hands up to show he bared no ill intention.

"Me and Garm surrender for now. I have no reason to fight right now, and I'd prefer it if Fenrir wasn't in the crossfire."

The white Pomeranian would leap off Ryuga's shoulder, before sniffing the ground and following the trail it found amusing, before stopping right next to Lorina's legs, and turning to it's side. It then raised a leg and pissed on her boots.

​

 

[IG42]

Franz Schattenberg Inu
At the alarm Inu looked up from where he had been ungracefully shovelling down food without pausing until two people smashed the wall in, with a glance Franz's mystic eyes identified one as a Servant. Deciding that warranted interrupting his meal for the moment he stood up grabbing a handful of prawn crackers to take with him.

Joining Alan in the showdown he glanced worriedly at Lorina then raised his free hand. "Hi there I'm still here too." He waved to the two intruders and kept eating entirely ignorant of how his crunching might be ruining the tension. Once the non-Servant surrendered Inu hummed a victory jingle and turned to Alan. "Mission Accomplished! Ooh a puppy!" Instantly distracted he whistled at the small dog.

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[QuirkyAngel]

Location: Wu Shu Xue Building.



Alan Martin, Director of Wu Shu Xue, blinked stupidly. "Wha-?"

Did the Master of Rider Dark just surrender? No reason to fight? After breaking into the building? And who the heck was Fenrir? The answer came when a white Pomeranian strolled forward and subsequently pissed on Lorina's boots. Alan stared.

It was Shattenburg's words that broke the Director out of his daze. "R-right..."

Alan coughed. Motioning for his equally confused men to move forward and restrain Ryuga and Garm, with anti-magic handcuffs, Alan swooped up the innocent white puppy before Lorina could do something inciteful like kick it. Church followers tended to be a little...high-strung...after all, and he didn't want to take the risk. Besides, Ryuga and Garm seemed to care for the dog. "We'll take them into custody for now. Good work, Masters."

Though they literally did nothing.

Pulling up the sleeves of his left false arm, which was littered with command spells, Alan murmured a couple of indistinguishable words. Four of the red markings glowed, then vanished. They reappeared on the bodies of the two masters present. They should now have five.

Mission Accomplished! Lorina and Franz have been awarded 2 extra command seals. Those extra seals will help in the Grail War to come. Probably. Thank Ryuuga for making it easy for you guys.

"What are we going to do with them, Lǎoshī?"

"First things first, Pailing. I'm going to need you to shut off the bloody alarm before my ears fall off." Alan began. "As for what we'll do--,"

"Dǎoyǎn." (Director)

Johnny entered the cafeteria, clipboard in hand and expression serious. "We've got trouble." He glanced at the two intruders, eyebrows raised. "Though I suppose there's bigger trouble in here..."

"No, the problem here's been fixed. What's the issue, Johnny-boy?"

Alan's secretary made an annoyed face, but responded nonetheless. "There's a huge magical reading in the Hong Kong park area. And by huge, I mean gi-normous. As strong as a noble phantasm, if not stronger."

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The problem
Location: Hong Kong Park



"I told you, Meifan! I TOLD you this was a bad idea!"

"WHATEVER! Just don't stop running!!"

Trees here. Trees there. Everywhere there were trees, tress, and more trees. Meifan didn't know where they were going. All she knew is if they stopped, they were dead. Sweat dribbled down her forehead.

"What the hell is that thing even!? How come our spells don't work on it!?"

"How the hell should I know!?"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Meifan peeked behind her. She wished she didn't. One of the park visitors seemed to have noticed the shadowy creature. The creature noticed him as well. It cornered him in seconds.

"WHO AM I?" The shadow boomed.

"M-M-MONSTER!"

CRUNCH.

Meifan shut her eyes. She felt horrible for the guy, but she was also relieved.

Relieved the innocent victim bought them a little bit of time to lengthen the distance.

CRUNCH. CRUNCH. CRUNCH.

She was a horrible person.

"Don't look back, Baji! Just keep running!"

 

[LostHaven]

Nicholas Adel

???​

The door hesitantly swung open, threatening to collapse, to reveal a disorganised ofiice in tatters. Documents along with torn books and shredded paper were scattered across the floor. Other than a severe lack of organisation, the only other feature that stood out was a wooden stump sitting near the corner, with the entirety of its body torn off, evident by the wooden splinters littering the ground around it, and the rough and potentially hazardous upper end which was riddled with splinters.

A tired man slugglishly dragged himself to opposite end of the room, slumping over his chair, which, admittedly, he only liked because it spun. With a heavy sigh, Nicholas Adel pulled open his laptop, which displayed Photoshop, which he has seemingly used to forge the signature of one of the Mage Association's personnel's signature; specifically, that of a former Master of Dark, Alan Martin. He quickly closed the tab, switching to his Facebook feed.

Then, what first caught his eye as he browsed random photos were videos of a black-armoured man rampaging through an airport, then Hong Kong. A smug grin of satsifaction spread across Nicholas' face as he reached under his desk for a can of beer, gazing forlornly at the remains of his antique grandfather clock, which had cost him upwards of ten-grand. "Beware, Rider. Karma's a bitch."

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Rider gave Alan a dumbfounded look as he informed the servant that he had never sent any letter. "Impossible," Garmr commented, somehow pulling out a letter out of nowhere. It did appear to be a letter - a badly written one at that, with what was presumably the emblem of the Wu Shu Xue building clearly taken off the internet, since the watermark was still there, and a badly photoshopped signature. "That man named 'Santa Claus' claimed that thou had requested that he pass this letter to me."

Some people attempted to hold back laughter as Garmr made mention to 'Santa Claus'. Apparently, the hilariously overpowered Rider of Dark still believed in Santa.

Then strutted along Lorina, whose stench made Garmr recoil in disgust. The servant glared daggers at the thing that was clearly dead, who started half-assedly preaching, or something of the like. "To think there would be a woman depraved enough to make love to a corpse to breath creation to thee. Crawl back to your grave," Garmr snorted, blissfully unaware that Alan saw them as enemies, evidently, as he swatted away the hands of the magus who had attempted to handcuff Rider. "Fie unto thee! Is this how thy kind shows hospitality? With chains to bind?"

Swallowing the remnants of the clock he had taken off the wall, Garmr approached Alan, plucking Fenrir out of his hands, and handing the puppy to Ryuga, at about the same Johnny detected an enormous mana signature. "Something bearing a stench worse than that revolting woman - if one could call her that, and all the servants combined hath made itself known... I will leave Fenrir in your care." Without as much as an apology for the mess caused, nor the noodles splattered all over Alan, Rider left, leaving Ryuga to clean up the mess.

​

True Assassin

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It hadn't even been a few minutes since they'd left the Wu Shu Xue building, and Assassin was already lost. She had absentmindedly wandered off, and now she had found herself in some unfamiliar and very lively street. It wasn't as if finding her way back would be a problem, but Reinhard thought it would be more entertaining this way. Humming to herself, Assassin didn't notice a rather busy-looking man in front of her, and collided straight into him.

"Oh dear, I am so sorry about zat," she apologized to the man, who immediately recovered and continued, paying the aryan woman no heed. Assassin smirked to herself as she opened the man's wallet that she had swiped, and retrieved several notes before tossing it to the ground. Perhaps she paying a lot more attention than it had seemed.

She soon arrived at some sort of street filled with food-related stores, which Assassin had decided upon to be her first and foremost priority a while ago. Gazing through all the odd-looking foods that lined the stores, Assassin's eyes quickly fell upon a white-haired woman, wearing a blindfold, apparently staring at weird sack-shaped foods that were in circular bamboo bowl-things. "Oh? She looks familiar." Assassin mused, wracking her brains for an answer. Suddenly, it dawned on her. "Ah, she's zat veird boy-eating psycho-lady or someving." Assassin reminded herself.

Amused, she approached the enemy servant. Fortunately for Assassin, her Espionage skill made it quite difficult for the enemy servant to tell her apart from an ordinary human in most cases. "So, you've been staring at zose for a vhile now." Assassin chirped, approaching the blindfolded servant from behind, not bothering to even attempt being quiet about it. "You know you look veird and shifty as fuck, right?"

 

[Takumi98]

Archer | Wu Shu Xue Building | Hong Kong

Archer remained quiet since the meeting ended, turning to her master until Lancer made her exit. Archer blinked, staring at the broken window for a moment with a raised brow, before turning her gaze back to Anthony.

"I don't care much for where we go right now, Master, I--" she started, only for the alarm to cut her off. Her brows furrowed and her mouth turned down in a frown, eyes narrowing a moment. Was the building being attacked?

Shoulders tense and jaw set for a moment she considered going to check for herself if that was the case.

"I'll be right back, Master. I'll make it quick." Was her only warning before she went into her spirit form to try and find the cause of the alarm to go off.

It took a few minutes, but she eventually found herself in the cafeteria, but it seemed that whatever happened had been dealt with upon her arrival. No longer in spirit form, she wasn't sure what to say of the scene that greeted her.

'Whatever caused the alarm to go off happened in the cafeteria, and seems to be dealt with. The assistant, Johnny?, just brought up a magical reading that could be stronger than a noble phantasm in the Hong Kong Park area. Your thoughts, Antonio?'Archer shared telepathically with Anthony.

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[The One Eyed Bandit]

The spirit of youth. For all the seriousness of the situation, things seemed to be ticking by as if they were any other day. The apocalypse be darned, idiots would act like idiots, loudmouths wouldn't know when to shut up, and mad dogs would wander off on their own.

It took her back to the good old days, when the spark of madness danced in her eyes, still as supple and undeveloped as a newborn's grey matter, and she'd not a care nor responsibility in the world.

As her amazonian comrade bustled her way through Hong Kong's streets, Caster followed at a loose distance. With her Satanic Bible stowed away, her mana couldn't even rival that of a mage, so she was hardly concerned at the threat of exposure, but prudence was always the path that the wiseman pursued. That, and the other woman certain seemed to enjoy making a scene of herself. If she'd not known any better, she might have mistaken the woman for a particularly well put together Berserker, or perhaps an Archer at best.

An Assassin though? This woman? The thought made her laugh. Though she supposed that she hardly had the right to judge. By all means, she'd hardly the rights to even be here in the first place. She wasn't sure if she'd made her way to the Throne on her ex-husband's coattails, or by the good graces of her patron, but she was appreciative regardless. Life was such a beautiful thing after all, to be given a second chance at it filled her with giddiness.

Her contemplations on the war didn't end there, but, it seemed they'd have to pause a moment.

The hound had found something.

"Jake, dearie" She spoke, telepathically, to her Master. "I'm going to try something bold. Please don't act too jealous, okay?"

"Honey!" Her voice cheery and chipper, Caster called out after the pair, scurrying along after Assassin and seizing the woman's arm in her own. "You really must watch yourself. What was it that Confucius said? Something about respect? I do believe it's supposed to be quite important in this country, don't you know?" For a moment Caster's eyes wandered, seemingly rummaging through her mind for the correct thought, before snapping back to attention with a grin.

"Ah! Don't mind me. Davis." Locking eyes, Caster extended her free hand. "Dearie and I are new to the area, please forgive her. We're on a... What do the locals call it? Tiki tour of the area and we heard that this shop is just scrumptious! Wabi sabi, and all that. How about yourself? Are you looking to grab a bite?"

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