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The HOLY GRAIL WAR Meme

Seven Masters, magi of the present day. Seven Servants, heroes of days past.One Holy Grail, granting whomever claims it a wish. Only one team of Master and Servant may claim it.
Who will it be?
For those unfamiliar with Fate/Stay Night or Fate/Zero, you can find a better explanation of the Holy Grail War here.

Instructions
1. Comment with your character. In the subject line, put that character's name, canon, and which role (Master, Servant, or either) you would like them to fulfill. Add other preferences if you would like. (NOTE: If your character can fill the role of Servant, I suggest you state which class(es) -- Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, or Berserker -- they fall into.)
2. Reply to others' comments. Pick your character's role (and the other character's if they list "Either" as their preference), then use the RNG to pick a scenario that fits the two characters' roles.
3. Enjoy! Though there might be triggers, depending on how the prompts are interpreted.


TWO MASTERS

1. Battle. Who says that Servants get to have all the fun? After all, most Masters try to kill each other, too. Whatever the circumstances, the two of you are locked in a fight. Neither of you are willing to use your Command Spells just yet, so no Servants here. Just two magi duking it out.

2. Alliance. There's a bigger threat out there. Either one Servant is exceptionally powerful, or the situation has changed and the participants need to take action aginst it. One way or another, you're teamed up with one of your rivals for the Holy Grail. How long will this last before you try to stab each other in the back? Or, will something more develop?

3. Protection. Uh-oh! One of you has lost your Servant! Unfortunately, there's no way you'd get to the church safely on your own, so the other one will help you get there! Or maybe you don't trust the priest presiding over the Holy Grail War and are giving shelter to them yourself? Given their track record, no one would blame you.

4. Death. One or both of you lay dying. It might have been by the other's hand, or by someone else's entirely. How will you spend your last moments in the presence of one of your rivals?

5. You, Too? Surprise! You may have been friends before, but you've just discovered that you're both Masters! How will you handle this revelation?

6. Wild Card. Roll again, pick one of the previous options, or make one up!


MASTER AND SERVANT

1. Are You My Master? The summoning is complete. Whether intentional or not, catalyst or not, a magus has summoned a Servant. What kind of meeting was it? Was everything totally under control, or did a hitch occur? Or maybe it happened in the middle of a life-or-death situation!

2. Identity. Either the Servant has flat out told the Master their identity, or they unleashed their Noble Phantasm. Either way, the cat is out of the bag. How will the Master react, now that they know their Servant's name and legend? Will anything change between the two?

3. Battle Aftermath. A battle has just ended. Who participated? Are either of you hurt? Did the Master have to use a Command Spell? Any number of things could have happened here.

4. Discord. Uh-oh. It looks like the Master and the Servant don't get along. Here come the arguments! Don't do something stupid, like waste a Command Spell over a triviality...

5. Love. And then, there's the opposite. Sometimes Masters and Servants fall in love with each other. How will this affect things?

6. Wild Card. Roll again, pick one of the previous options, or make one up!


TWO SERVANTS

1. Battle. This is what usually happens when two Servants meet -- they duke it out. This probably says enough as it is.

2. Alliance. There's a bigger threat out there. Either one Servant is exceptionally powerful, or the situation has changed and the participants need to take action aginst it. One way or another, you're teamed up with one of your rivals for the Holy Grail. How long will this last before you try to stab each other in the back? Or, will something more develop?

3. The Grail Dialogues. Maybe you're not interested in fighting just yet. Maybe you just want to sit down and talk with the other Servant. Find out what they want, what makes them tick. Get some wine while you're at it -- nothing like good wine to go with good talk!

4. Death. One or both of you lay dying...again. It might have been by the other's hand, or by someone else's entirely. How will you spend your last moments in this War in the presence of one of your rivals?

5. Identity. Congratulations, you've just learned each other's identities! Will this change the situation, or will you press onward?

6. Wild Card. Roll again, pick one of the previous options, or make one up!

Comments

[unhandme]

You deserve it for your service.

[She is utterly sincere. Even if Berserker is a weapon, she is a weapon that has never failed. That in and of itself is praiseworthy.]

Take it easy. You have to recover your prana.

[giacoso]

[ ...Well, it doesn't take long for Saber to realize that her first impression was incorrect. Despite how well-dressed she appears, her Master seems a little more...down-to-earth? Those beet-red cheeks, that shy way she tries to recompose herself...when she sees it, she can't help but give a knowing smile. She recognizes that earnest clumsiness, and something about it sets her at ease.

She might be a little tactless, but her Master is a good person. That much seems obvious. ]

Master, it's fine. ...Ah, you are my Master, right?

[ It certainly seems that way, seeing as though they're the only ones here, but just as a formality, she has to ask. It's some unspoken rule among Servants...

Nonetheless, she's practically laughing to herself as she picks herself up from her kneeling position, almost grinning from ear to ear as Elphelt curtsies. Something about the whole exchange just made the tension dissipate, at least for Saber; despite her stature, she seems like she's brimming with confidence. The C-shaped sapphire that rests on her navel glimmers as she introduces herself. ]

Who am I? I'm the Servant who's going to win the Grail War! Defender of the innocent, and enemy of the wicked! A sword to protect those in need!

[ Just to show off, she tosses her sword up in the air and catches it while it spins in mid-air! ...She's been practicing that trick for a while, okay, don't judge-- ]

An ally of justice, a magical girl! But you can just call me Saber, Master!

[sainthearted]

[ Hello! Would you prefer Cloud as a Master, or would you prefer a Saber and Ruler moment where she's fussing over an iffy war that he happens to be involved in? ]

[disinfection]

[She hadn't used her normal phrasing intentionally. Even if she was insane, even if she was betraying her ideals... she was always effective. Efficiency and professionalism were things held close.

There was a hesitant pause.]

If need anything, let me know. A nurse must be on call. [Translation: ...I'm grateful for that so if there's anything you need.]

[liveandforgive]

[ Heya! I'm not picky, but let's go with a Saber and Ruler moment. ]

[summonthee]

[ The Fenrir was aptly named. A true technological marvel, a mating of lupine ferocity and enough horsepower to tear up the road and fling the debris at their pursuer like an oversized machine gun, even if only accidentally. There's probably no way she's going to be satisfied with just flying the Rheairds now that Rider's introduced her to motorcycles.

Knowing her luck she'd probably dump the bike on herself the moment she lifts the stand, though. Better to stick to just admiring from a distance.

Squinting against the wind tearing at her clothes and making her eyes water, Sheena huddles down behind the blonde Servant in an attempt to use his broader figure as a shelter so she can keep an eye on Berserker. Half to make sure the damn thing doesn't decide to pull a Hulk Smash and try leaping on them, the other half to bring every fiber of her experience as a veteran ninja into play to analyze Berserker's movements.

There's no finesse there. That much is obvious. What's very interesting is that on long stretches of straight road Berserker seems to speed up, but for every turn out of sight seems to lose a little ground. What's stopping it from just plowing through buildings in a straight line to cut them off? Why only follow?

She has a few theories. One of which she's going to test as the crossroads come into sight - the heart of the town, with many branching arteries and side streets, a tangled web of transportation. ]

Keep us level, if you can.

[ Hopefully Rider heard over the whistling gale, because she's going to release her grasp on his harness to twist around. This is going to be extremely risky, but if it pays off...
Man, her ribs are going to be killing her after this.
Suck it up, Sheena. Focus.

One breath, two, and she launches one of her many paper slips squarely at Berserker's face, her fingers moving in a blur through ninja seal after seal after seal. The one slip, stuck squarely between Berserker's eyes, becomes two slips, then four, then eight, then sixteen as the gap between Fenrir and the mad spirit closes...

On her third breath, she brings the full weight of her Arte to bear. ]

Take this! Mirage Seal Absolute!

[ The seals, now numbering in the dozens, detonate as one.

One seal is bad enough, having the blasting power, noise, and smoke of a modern-day flashbang, but layering so many on top of each other... well. Let's say "enough to drop an armaboar" is putting it very, very lightly. The light from the explosion bathes the crossroads, turning night almost into day for one stark moment prior to the massive cloud of thick, oily smoke. Even Sheena's ears are ringing as she blindly feels around to grasp Rider's harness again while she blinks away the afterimage from the seals, shaking her head a little to get rid of the disorientation. The last thing she needs is to fall off the back of the damn bike.

It's up to him, now. With so many paths to take, hopefully Berserker will be hopelessly lost by the time the seals wear off and the smoke clears. ]

master/servant - 2 and 3 I guess?

[medetashi]

[ What Yurika sees when she arrives at the abandoned park plaza is an unmoving body, and her Berserker standing over it wordlessly. The freshly made slash and gun marks on the pavement indicate that a fierce battle had passed but a moment ago.

Upon closer inspection, she spots a pool of blood gathering underneath the aforementioned body. She immediately regrets sending him alone to chase after Assassin. Her family's resources had informed her that Assassin's master was an innocent civilian dragged into this war by the Grail. She had hoped to work out a truce with him. But a dead body can neither speak nor think.

Causalities are inevitable in a war, but such waste of a good life saddens her.

She had been too naive. She thought Berserker could act rationally because he could talk and express himself. Did he lose control fighting his first battle? Or did he kill Assassin's master in self-defense? Without knowing his true name or his legend or just him, Yurika honestly can't say. ]

... Berserker?

[ She calls out to him, her voice quiet but firm. It's odd that he hasn't acknowledged her presence yet. Is he injured? ]

[sainthearted]

[ As a Ruler, it's Jeanne's job to remain impartial, to not side with any particular Master or Servant, to only ensure that the war is conducted fairly and that no innocents are drawn into a fight that was never theirs to begin with.

But of course, her being summoned meant that this wouldn't go smoothly. A small, sleepy town near the ocean, Caster luring the young townsfolk out of their beds to drain their lives and power an army of... golems? Monstrous rat creatures? Whatever they are, what they lack in intelligence, they make up for in numbers, and Jeanne's softly biting her lip as she flings her banner out to drive them back. She can't keep them at bay and find the townsfolk at the same time, and just as she's digging her heels in--

A Servant registers in her senses. Strong, silent-- if she wasn't a Servant herself, she wouldn't have even realized someone else was there.

... Saber. ]

If you're Caster's ally, I suggest you leave now. I won't allow any more innocents to become involved.

[ It's neither angry nor upset. It's soft, and level, but there's a clear warning. ]

[liveandforgive]

[ Since his summoning, not a day passed by where he didn't think of his wish upon the Holy Grail. It was an opportunity to rewrite his past, even if came at the price of his freedom. An enigma even in the channels of history- although he had a name, it was one that didn't lend itself to any noted weaknesses. And yet...it didn't lend to his strength either. All he had was the class he was summoned into, and the reliance upon his Master to draw out the potential needed to seize victory. Every Master and Heroic Spirit who participated within this war had their own reasons for why they sought the grail.

As for Cloud? One simply needed to see into the dreams his Master became privy to in order to understand. After all, there weren't many things more dangerous than a man who had nothing left to lose. During the Holy Grail War, Saber was quiet yet ruthless. His drive was very unbecoming of the container of a knight. It was no wonder other participants got the impression he was a wicked Servant who would seek any means necessary to win. And for the first half of this Holy Grail War, Cloud allowed them that very notion. So long as the other Servants fell at his feet, he'd get what he wanted.

That was...until he began to have his doubts behind his purpose. It was all he had, and yet beings that should have lived up to the title "Heroic Spirit" were betraying that very definition with inhumane acts. Innocent lives were being compromised. Children were powerless to resist the call of Caster... When he saw reports on the news of increasing reports of kidnappings, something deep within his memories was rekindled. A familiar sensation, dread and a hope that it wasn't too late to save them. Even for all of his attempts to maintain a cold heart...

Perhaps the fact he had nothing left to lose was a lie all along. ]

Guess that makes two of us. [ His voice cuts through the bustling hoard of monstrous beings Jeanne was faced with. Suddenly from above, crashing down from the sky, Cloud's sword slams before the army of golems as a bright blue light rips through a line of them. Tearing the golems apart with rapid cuts of energy from the crescent blade beam, Saber made his proper entrance onto the scene as he stands between Jeanne and Caster's hoard. ] Don't get the wrong idea, Ruler.

[ When it came to the Holy Grail War, he would continue to fight alone. ]

But... [ His mako-infused eyes glare out at the abominations manifest from Caster's actions while the grip on his sword tightens. Not as Saber the Servant. But as Cloud Strife the human who couldn't watch this anymore. ] This isn't about the war anymore.

[ Caster needed to be reigned in, or silenced. ]

I'll hold them off here. You find the townspeople before it's too late.

[liveandforgive]

[ Although Rider carried goggles on him, it was only in his waking life that he truly needed to use them. Being a Servant had its perks where the elements of the planet were less of a hindrance to him compared to regular humans. And that included the wind that ruthlessly blew in his face as he steeled his composure. If Berserker ever got too close, he would spin the motorbike around and let it continue in reverse as he battled it. Fortunately the two of them, it seemed that it wouldn't have to come to that.

He can't quite see what Sheena is doing behind him once they've reached the crossroads, though he can feel her grip recede on his harness. At first Rider felt a minor sense of alarm, but when she deliberately swings around, her back against his as he levelled Fenrir out, the blond simply accelerates while Berserker continues its chase. Closer, closer... closer...! The blond can sense it, the sudden influx of power that releases upon the final seal as she detonates her Arte.

Suffice to say? The hulking menace was abruptly stopped in its tracks with a bewildered groan that coursed through the street. Like the previous attacks inflicted on it before, this did little more than simply enrage the Servant further. However, much to Sheena's credit, the aftermath was what they were looking for. The only acknowledgement from Rider she would receive was a minor flinch in his gaze at the abrupt flash from his peripheral vision.

It seemed for someone who knew little about the world she was about to be introduced to, she already had the makings of a fine Master. The impromptu teamwork when fighting to survive was astounding. And though on the surface he remained focused and calm, deep down inside he couldn't help but be impressed by Sheena's quick thinking. The roar of Fenrir's engine vanished into the night, the two hitting an open stretch of road that was removed from the heart of the city. For tonight, Berserker's mission ended in failure (or had it?)

The desperation and rapid acceleration of Fenrir finally settled as they took a later exit back into town, completely removed from any signs of danger. In this time, the giant sword her Servant wielded had dematerialized, the final stretch of their drive far more peaceful. ]

——

That was one stunt.

[ Said the man who blindsided a hulking freak with a motorcycle. Still, a compliment was a compliment. In the quiet of night as the engine of Fenrir was silenced, the two stopped on the side of the road for now. A faintly chill breeze brushes past the two as he stands before his Master, arms crossed. Hopefully she'd had time to settle down, but he knew that this wasn't the last of their problems for the evening. ]

You know where you're staying? [ A beat. ] We need to treat your injuries.

master + servant, 1

[revelare]

( caster it is, then! )

[The ritual is complete. As the residual smoke clears, the strong smell of tobacco fills the room. Out steps the Servant -- lanky and pale, but with burning curiosity sparking in his grey eyes. A wooden pipe sits in his gloved hand, which he puffs blue smoke from. He looks about him, taking in his surroundings, before he offers a hand to the magus who summoned him.]

Good day. I am Caster, at your service. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister...?

[revelare]

[Sherlock Holmes tries his best not to sleep. When he's on a case, he must be moving. Pacing, scraping at the violin, chewing over his pipe -- it didn't matter so long as his body was occupied along with his mind. He's been known to go two or three days without sleep sometimes. Fortunately for everyone involved, his latest insomnia spree ended with him passing out. He doesn't even remember getting into bed.

Which is why Yan Qing waking him up confuses the fuck out of him. Holmes blearily blinks before he sits up. Squints towards the direction of that godawful din.]

... go away.

[He's sinking back into his bed..................]

master + servant, 2

[revelare]

[To be summoned as a Saber was an unusual twist of (ha ha) fate. The Grail truly works in mysterious ways, and there's the little voice in the back of his mind, the one that pushes him to chase a case to the ends of the earth and beyond, feverishly murmuring theories to itself. But he knows that's not the matter at hand. Questioning the Throne of Heroes can come later. Right now, he wants to better understand his Master.

Which is to say: he's propping his feet up on the nearest piece of furniture he can find while he puffs at his pipe. The earthen scent of tobacco fills the air, marked by blue smoke. Saber seems to be making himself right at home!]

May I ask you a question, Master?

[It doesn't matter if she says "yes" or "no" -- he'll ask it anyway. That's the sort of person Saber is.]

[brushytailed]

( i'd love that! would he have known her prior, or would they be starting with a clean slate? )

time skip?

[unhandme]

Don't worry. I've got some bounded fields set up.

[While she has never been trained in combat, she does know how to set up a basic alarm system.]

[It has been a long night, as even if she had not been directly involved in the fight, she still feels drained from both emotional stress and the cost of providing for Berserker.]

[Without waiting for an answer from her Servant, she slips into her sleeping bag and closes her eyes.]

but he's a cute chucklebutt

[afterclaps]

[Robin can wait and hope all he likes, but Billy learned how to play cards the moment he could hold a pencil. There wasn't much else to do when you were herding cattle or when you were bumming around, waiting for your next job. He gives an angelic smile in response to Robin's scowl and takes the cards with a gracias.]

No thanks. An outlaw's got to know what he can and can't handle. The "ladies" you're talkin' about are meaner than a starving coyote.

[He fans his cards out.]

Loser takes a shot.

[thereareotherfish]

[Aphrodite is, above all, a man of absolute refinement. Even as an Enforcer of the Association, he could not simply settle into being a faceless appendage of the Association's will, and instead brought his own aristocratic flair to his work. His long hair is smoothly brushed, his nails impeccably painted, and his uniform is not so much a business suit as it is an evening tuxedo with a single red rose pinned perfectly in the lapel.]

[His mission was to retrieve the Holy Grail, or, failing that, stopping it from becoming a world-threatening weapon like so many previous failed Holy Grail imitations. If he could obtain this glory, then, the leaders at the Clock Tower had promised to elevate his status, which would bring him power and prestige and funding for his projects. It was an offer that would have tempted any proper magus, and Aphrodite was a very proper magus.]

[Yet he also has more personal reasons for accepting this mission. He saw himself as an ally of justice, justice for him being the strength and orthodoxy of the magi elite. Only the strong had the overwhelming might to enforce their ideals, and it was the duty of the strong to protect the weak.]

[More than anything, he wishes to see the Holy Grail War conducted well: fair fights between the magi and their Servants, without involving any innocent bystanders.]

[To achieve his goal, he required a strong Servant. For this, he even toyed with the idea of calling forth a Berserker, but decided against it, as that class had a fatal lack of elegance.]

[Now that the summoning is done, Aphrodite cannot help but let out a little sigh of disappointment, both at his Servant's apparently weak build, and his sheer plainness. He had half hoped for a knight class. They sounded quite refined, by all descriptions. Yet this was just as well; he had no desire to educate his own Servant on why their chivalry was utterly idiotic.]

[With a quick flourish, he gives his summoned hero a light bow.]

Aphrodite Pisces, Enforcer of the Mage's Association. But if you please, call me Master, Caster.

[Disappointment was no excuse to disregard courtesy. A proper magus must act with poise and dignity at all times.]

sure! ...and I'm guessing if she can create a grenade from *WW2* this should be easier

[disinfection]

[She nodded, letting her Master go to bed. Sleep was important! They were both up too late. Besides, she needed to be professional. Berserker spent the rest of the night not resting but rather... combing her hair, braiding it back to it's normal perfection.

The anxiety of her revelation during the battle, well. That could be pushed aside. It had to: it was one thing to freeze in the safety of their base but it was another to do so in front of others.

Their supplies were limited but there was something she wanted to do. Berserker's own skill set allowed her some skills that, while limited, could have fit her into the Caster class easily enough. In particular, item creation. Using her own prana, she could create supplies. Usually these were medical in nature and she had used it extensively during Kayneth's surgery.

Berserker used this ability simply tonight. She made a soldier's ration kit, using only part of it to make tea. More importantly? That tea should be able to return some of that energy back. Hopefully.]

Ah. It's not much but I've made you some tea, Master.

[Maybe... she should have waited until Sola-ui was properly awake.]

connor | detroit: become human

[expressive]

( servant: assassin. )

[travailler]

[Even with some of her expectations not being met, Elphelt cannot help but be impressed. This girl is definitely an honest-to-goodness hero! The confidence, the cool outfit, the charming smile, the proclamation--Saber is actually closer to Elphelt's mental image of a hero than she thought at first glance.

Elphelt smiles ear-to-ear and claps after the little sword trick.]

Ah! So cool.

[Clap, clap.

...Still, Saber may be proving herself to be cool and chivalrous and whatnot, but Elphelt did anticipate someone different. Maybe she would have prepared differently had she anticipated this? At the very least, she may have gone with a different outfit. Either way she would have wanted to maximize her cuteness, but maybe she should have gone with something more low-key. Or at least something less low-cut. Look, she was looking to make a very strong, very specific impression.]

Yes, I am your Master, but you don't need to call me that if you don't want to, Miss Saber. No need to be formal. Although an occasional 'milady' would be nice. I want to be friends first and foremost, after all.

[She says, with an earnestness that makes it clear she does not have many and does not get out much. Becoming friends with one's Servant is usually the lowest priority in a Holy Grail War, if it is one at all.]

[giacoso]

[ At that, Saber can't restrain her laughter. There's an honest-to-goodness belly laugh when she hears Elphelt say those words, like they're music to her ears. Friends, huh?

Perhaps she's projecting a bit, but she feels like she knows Elphelt's type like the back of her hand. That, most of all, is what makes her feel like she can speak openly with her. ...The fact that she's pretty cute is a definite bonus, though. ]

Well, it is good to have friends!

[ That much is certainly true, and luckily for Elphelt, that's a role she's used to playing. When it comes to playing support, she's your girl. ]

Though if that was the case, maybe you should've worn something a little more comfortable! Of course I'm gonna be formal when you're dressed like a princess!

[ There's a swift motion where she shifts the hold on her blade to a reverse grip, and points the hilt of her sword towards Elphelt's dress, motioning from the cut all the way down to the hem. Rude to point your blade at a lady, after all! ]

Still, y'know, that Command Seal of yours is good for a heck of a lot more than just keeping me around as good company. You wouldn't have summoned me if you didn't have some kind of wish, right, Your Highness?

[ That is the point of this whole she-bang, after all. She can't help but wonder just what Elphelt has in mind, but she'll keep the questioning to a minimum...for now, that is. ]

Whatever it is, I'm gonna help you grant it! You've never had a friend like me!

[travailler]

[For a moment, Elphelt feels she has made another faux pas. Why else would her Servant laugh like that? But once she realizes it isn't because she did something embarrassing, she relaxes. Thank goodness her Saber seems okay with being friends. Elphelt didn't like the thought of summoning a hero and treating them as an ordinary familiar; Saber is clearly a person, not a thing, no matter what Mother had told her.

Her eye follows the hilt of Saber's sword as it gestures at her.]

A princess...? Did I do too much...?

[Except 'princess' is exactly what she was going for. Just like in her books! And daydreams. A beautiful princess and a heroic knight. Sure, maybe the aesthetic she had in mind doesn't fit her and Saber, but...

Oh, right. The whole 'wish' thing. She looks away, suddenly feeling awkward, before focusing on something else entirely. She does a double-take before staring at Saber.]

--A friend? Really?

[And she is blushing again. Her hands come to her cheeks as she giggles. That...was so much easier than she had anticipated! Not being allowed to meet people sure makes it hard to know how to make friends, but this seems to be going smoothly.]

I...well, okay, friends it is! Heehee. I'll do my best! I'm not good at much, though, so please take good care of me.

[giacoso]

[ There she goes again. Keep hitting her with lines like that, and Saber'll be wrapped around her finger. ]

I'm sure you're better at way more than you give yourself credit for. You probably just need someone to give you a little push, that's all.

[ It takes a second for Saber to realize just how hard she's trying to sound cool in front of the blushing girl...maybe it's just that she feels bad for disappointing her, earlier? ]

I don't see why we wouldn't be friends, though. We're gonna need to be on the same page if we're gonna get anywhere, after all. We should get to know each other a little better before we go jumping into trouble, right, princess?

[ Let's see, is there anywhere to sit around here? They should at least stop and have a bit of a chat... ]

I mean, you probably know a little more about me than I know about you. ...Except for the height, I guess.

[revelare]

[Aristocracy and the Mage's Association go hand-in-hand. Aphrodite's luxurious appearance is taken in without much surprise. Once, when Caster was a man, he regarded the Clock Tower with distaste. Their dogma naturally opposed his ideals -- that knowledge should be free, that the truth should be shared -- but that was in a past life. As a Heroic Spirit, working with a magus was inevitable. This incarnation, then, was a chance to see just how far humanity has advanced.

Caster drops his hand and tucks his pipe away into his waistcoat. With a carefree air, he responds:]

Ah, wait one moment, Mr. Pisces. [Mister, as if he were a normal man, and not an esteemed Enforcer.] I like to thoroughly interrogate my clients before I accept a case. Do you have any tea? Let us have a seat and discuss your plans for the upcoming War.

[travailler]

['Princess'? Saber is going to kill her. She already feels like she may explode. Just, boom.]

Princess?! [A pause, then she puffs out her cheeks.] I hope you're not picking on me, Miss Saber! I don't think a hero of justice should bully nice girls.

[For all of her mental preparing and fantasies, Elphelt is still not ready to be treated as a proper lady by some hero, and especially not like a princess. Maybe she underestimated the charisma of a legitimate hero...? Or, more likely, she is not used to the positive attention.

Just as quickly as she got puffy and pouty, she goes right back to smiling. Yes, the first thing to do is get to know one another! Not here, though. This room is practically empty and what little is in there was clearly for the whole Servant summoning ceremony or other similar magecraft-related stuff. The only chair in the room is covered in things and one chair wouldn't do anyway--what would she do? Make Saber sit? Sit on Saber's lap?]

--Ah! I got so excited I forgot my manners. Come along, Miss Saber. You're my guest, so let's make you at home.

[She gestures for Saber to walk along with her. They exit the room into a long hallway, clearly a part of a fairly large house--not a mansion exactly, but something someone with a mansion may use as a summer house. Despite the size and fanciness, the two of them are clearly the only ones in the building. Elphelt leads her down another hall and to a large living area. She gestures to a couch.]

Please make yourself at home, Miss Saber. Would you like something to drink? To eat? Mother said Servants can eat and drink, even if they don't necessarily need to, so I'm prepared to wait on you like any other guest. Don't be shy.