Fate/Hollow IC

[EveIris]

The sounds of a spoon gently bumping the ceramic cup was heard as Leo stirred her tea. She was already feeling homesick, the food was not to her liking and she was growing sick of having green tea with every meal. A sigh left her lips, feeling the presence of her servant much closer now. She didn't need to turn around and look to know that she was there, Leo was getting used to her ways. “Glad to see you in one piece,” she softly said before sipping on her tea, she was actually thankful that her servant had attacked anyone.

She finally turned around, taking a seat. “That’s a problem,” she bluntly stated. She was beginning to get annoyed with herself, surely she could have done better. An assassin who was best recognized for concealing in the shadows could be detected by a master. Great. “Did you get a glimpse of the servant’s master at least?” she asked before stirring her tea again. “And your shadow—er shadows, were good to me.” She added on, though she was unsure of what she really meant by good. They protected and gave her company but they also confused the heck out of her. Glancing over to the clock she took notice of how it was too late to take her servant around and she also wanted to avoid confrontation meaning she would have to do it in the morning.

“I’ll take you around tomorrow morning, so you have a basic idea of where you are,” she mumbled before letting out a yawn.

[ZombieFish]

Just as he heard the bell clanging around Assassin's neck, Lancer paused in his movements, sinking instead into a low crouch. His eyebrows arched up in surprise; it wasn't natural for an Assassin to make a noise, and this was out of character for a person of that class. The clanging continued and Lancer could see the thoughts flickering across her face as she accessed her options. His fist felt lighter, and a quick glance at the armored hand told him that the black sword that he had stolen had vanished into the air. She seemed to be weaponless and in turn, defenseless. The general moved his hand around, resting it on his back as he eyed Assassin with a wary look. If there was a good time to counter, it was now, and he could call forth his weapon at any moment he wanted. Another thought stayed his hand. What if Assassin was expressly here to scout? Presenting his weapon would be like giving away the answer, and he felt an odd degree of familiarity as he looked at her. The voice of logic told him that it might be true for her too.

As he thought, Assassin started to pray. Lancer looked on with curiosity. His questions were finally answered as she vanished into the shadows, leaving the forest in silence. Knowing that the Servant's presence was gone, Lancer looked up at the darkening sky and sighed to himself. He had accomplished his mission after all; now he knew that one of the Servants was an Assassin, and clearly from old China. He had a feeling that they would see each other again, and turned towards the trees. For a moment, there was the green armored general in the clearing, and in the next, he vanished, turning to spirit form. Locating his master, Lancer re-materialized next to Djang, bowing slightly.

"Greetings, Master, and thank you for the eyes." He said, standing up straighter. "I have engaged in a conflict with an unknown Servant, and it is indeed what I believe to be Assassin. I seem to recognize her, but I cannot place a finger on what is it I recognize. However, she seems to be skilled with blades and is able to blend in with the shadows as expected of her class. What do you think, master?"