Chemistry Department, Rooftop
Morning
Louise and Archer

Louise nodded in thoughtful agreement. Bombs and gases were both easy enough to synthesis when you had access to a half decent laboratory and some privacy. Like all of the chemistry students Louise had a key card that allowed her access to the labs so that her presence could be recorded, which in theory meant that there was no way that she could use the labs without somebody being aware, least of all the lab technicians. So that ruled out any day time use of the labs. Night time was another matter entirely, her magecraft offering her more than a few options to circumvent security measures.

“Well, take your time, there’s nothing I can do until nightfall anyway, when the labs clear out for the day. Oh, that reminds me,” Louise said as she tossed a key card toward Archer. “You can use that to gain access to the chemistry department’s literature section and to the building itself. Don’t worry, nobody really checks provided you have the right card to gain access,” Louise added on, indicating that it was her picture on the card. She then pulled out a crumbled up piece of paper from her pocket and offered it to Archer.

“My username and password for the computer facilities onsite, in case you want to make use of them. I never do but you might want to so help yourself,” Louise wandered over the edge of the rooftop and stared over the campus, the wind causing her clothes to dance in the breeze that was predominant this high from the ground. She took a long deep breath and then stretched her arms with a satisfied groan. “Now, we’ll meet up in a few hours or so, I have something that I need to do and it would look suspicious if I suddenly failed to turn up.”



“Good morning, Jacob,” Charlotte said in a soft, cheerful tone and smiled as if seeing her Master was the brightest part of her day so far. “Walk with me, just for a little way?” she said in that same lovely tone of voice, offering him her arm after taking the food that he had prepared for her. She closed her eyes and hummed softly for a little while until she was certain that no one was in earshot. Her body language remained passive and relaxed, her tone however took on an entirely altogether different quality.

“There are 73 completely blue houses, 1132 if you only take the roofing into consideration. It’s quite a rare colour in this town. Reds and browns seem to be far more popular, don’t you think?” despite her words this was clearly not a question that Assassin desired an answer for. She carefully scanned the area before continuing. “No Servants were active last night, at least none that made their existence known. However with said it would be lax to assume that we were the first, so for now I will operate on the premise that all seven Servants are already active. You should do the same,” Charlotte said in a meaningful tone.

With her work done she then danced free from her Master and swirled around so that she was standing in front of him, her hands clasped together behind her back. She leaned in toward him and smiled. “I just have one question before I leave you to your business, Master. If our relationship is questioned, how would you have me proceed? To what level of scandal are you willing to sink to hide our agenda?”

Tomoe had been following him around ever since they left the house. She had stood and listened to him explain what he was going to do and what he wanted her to do. She had a few issues with this, one of them was the resulting flash backs to her mortal time in the world, the loss of her love and lord weighing heavily in her mind as she was forced to leave by him. "I.... i.... Ok." she said, looking visibly concerned. She had a knot in her gut about this whole grail war thing she was taking part in.

She decided to try and make best of her time and left, heading into town to do her own clothing shopping, leaving him with a small bow.


Tomoe had made good time and was thankful she was in familiar territory, her home country. While snooping around and patrolling Eddie's house, she had discovered this thing called a... "phone book" it seemed to be stuffed into a closet and rather dusty, but she looked through it and managed to grab a few addresses of the tailors in the area, having to attempt to decipher what these new terms were and what had happened in her absence. A shrine maiden walking down the street was sure to attract attention, but she couldn't help but feel the attention on her was not the usual kind, something... odd... was about it.

Chemistry Department, Rooftop
Morning

Part of Colt's specialty had been making weapons, as well as other devices, and as Archer he had been lucky enough to have that translate over once he had been summoned as a Servant. He just needed to check and see how science had advanced, what things had been learned since his time, so that he could best plan out a strategy. With her to back him up, they could plan a lot of nasty surprised for their opponents, beyond what was usually in an Archers arsenal.

He snagged the key card out of midair when it was tossed to him, giving it a look over and noting that it had her picture on it. While he could have simply phased into the literature section, this might be easier, simply so he could interact with the books without worry of someone trying to stop him. Though if anyone actually looked at the card he was screwed. But he could bluff his way out, he was confident.

"Got it," he replied before taking the piece of paper. Now that would be incredibly useful, given the wealth of information on the internet. Doubtlessly he could find some useful stuff there. Putting that in his pocket, he took a step forward, attention on Louise. "Alright, If you get in danger, call me." He didn't expect she would, but better safe than sorry in a situation like this.

Huangdi assessed the work that he had accomplished within twenty hours. As servants did not need sleep, Huangdi stayed up working studiously to fortify his base of operations. He had immediately realized that the house and its surrounding areas did not provide much in terms of terrain based advantage, and to rectify this Huangdi had sought to establish his main efforts under the house. An advanced boundary field that oppressed spiritual bodies was already put up, with a dual purpose of also notifying Huangdi and any familiar he linked his consciousness with as to the location of spiritual bodies unknown to Huangdi within the boundary field, which extended in a circular area almost a hundred meters outward from the house at its center. Any servant entering this field would immediately have their parameters lowered by one rank, heavily hampering their combat capacity. To the servant, it would feel as if they were constantly being forced to move up a steep incline under heavy pressure and gravity. In terms of stationary defense, this was all Huangdi erected. Unless he faced assault from more than one servant, Huangdi was confident he could easily defeat enemies in his territory with just this field.

Huangdi had significant prowess in spiritual evocation and exorcism practiced by Chinese Wu, and such magecraft would provide exceptionally damaging to servant bodies. Of course, as the highest of spiritual bodies, Servants would not immediately be dispelled by dispelling chants and spells, but would still suffer extreme damage should they be struck. Exorcism spells created from divine words from the Age of Gods were no mere farce, and easily trumped the sacraments of the church in terms of spiritual disruption. In addition, Huangdi had a huge repertoire of skills such that the magecraft he performed would seem to be true magic to modern magi. His words casted magecraft on the level of high thaumaturgy, which modern magi would spent minutes chanting to perform. In a battle between Huangdi and a modern magi, it would be like fighting a machine gun with an arquebus. Destructive blasts of light that could eradicate servant bodies in one strike, mastery of all five eastern elements consisting of fire, earth, wood, metal, and water, spatial transference and interruption, and so on. All feats that would be deemed miracles to mages of the modern era. Perhaps most frightening out of all the talents Huangdi possessed was his divination and clairvoyance. Chinese magecraft is renowned for its divination and prophetic capacities, and Huangdi as its progenitor was an absolute grand master. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Huangdi possessed complete future sight in his battles.

With absolute confidence in his abilities, Huangdi spent his time creating items to aid his master instead. Already he had prepared an Oracle, a high tier mystic code that divined whenever a threat was apparent in a hundred meter radius. A shamanistic Wu charm to ward off magic, equating to a magic resistance of C rank, was also created. Fate altering seals that inflated the capacity to alter destiny, or in other words, artifacts that heavily enhanced luck, were formed. Perhaps most brilliant of the items Huangdi had prepared was a mystic code crafted from a Qilin's antler, a phantasmal beast that he had summoned with his noble phantasm. The antler took the form of a radiant silver ring that would grant Fumio a divine protection rendering him unable to be harmed by any hostile attack below high thaumaturgy unless they came from those of pure heart and intention.

The Qilin Huangdi had summoned lay beside him in the underground cavern Huangdi had excavated below Fumio's house, resting peacefully. Qilin were intelligent and peaceful creatures, and Huangdi treated this one with the utmost respect. They were humble and heralded the coming of great sages, symbols of human accomplishment. Huangdi gazed at the artifacts he had created, which were laid out on a golden cloth to view. After admiring his work for a second, not with pride but with the satisfaction a true artisan would derive, Huangdi utilized his noble phantasm once more, summoning a Shangyang, a monstrous beast that was but an exotic looking bird around the size of a small housecat with beautiful plumage in deep prussian blue shade. The bird was a supremely swift carrier and messenger, being able to ride the winds and water with expert alacrity far faster than a regular automobile. Huangdi tied up the artifacts in the golden cloth, sealing it neatly and giving it to the Shangyang, which grasped it in its talons and flew out of a tunnel that opened automatically up for it into the air and to Fumio's location.

Ritual Studies, Lecture Hall
Ukatan University
Louise

Louise barged into the lecture hall and quickly shut the door behind her. She was breathing hard, out of breath. After a moment of pause she looked up tentatively. Just outside a group of people gathered for a moment, conferred amongst themselves in a hurried, near frantic fashion before running off in another direction. Louise smiled with the satisfaction of knowing that she had eluded capture once again, not only because she was well practised at avoiding such trouble but because she had invoked certain…measures…to avoid pursuit. She waited a second longer to make sure that no one was doubling back before reaching her hand around the door and pulling a piece of paper from the other side, one that she had placed there on the way in.

Her work done she turned around and started to march into the lecture room, scrunching the paper into a wall and throwing in over her shoulder into the bin by the door. Only then did she realize that she was a little late, rather than a little early. The lecture had already started. Feeling no embarrassment she went through the motions anyway as a show of humility, apologising profusely as she made her way to a seat near the front of the sparsely filled lecture hall. For a moment she considered trying to explain her entrance, however she suspected that her reputation may have somewhat proceeded her and rather than insult the lecturers intelligence she said nothing about it. What he didn’t know about her he would learn in time, she was sure.

Since there was no one sat beside her as of yet she threw her legs up onto the adjacent chair, shuffled a little to make herself comfortable and pulled out a notebook from her bag, its surfaces covered with all manner of alchemic symbolism. She smiled innocently at the lecturer as if she had been waiting patiently there the whole time.

Cage absentmindedly walked to his class. His thoughts were still trying to process what had happened. Out of nowhere, a woman had appeared and told him she was to be his Servant for a 'war' that was to come. The actor remembered that there was another six pairs who will also fight in the 'war'. He wondered if he could contact one of these pairs to get some solid information. However, Cage wondered if these pairs were hostile. If so, he'll get nowhere. The actor made a huge sigh at the prospect.

Since his thoughts occupied him, Cage failed to notice the long, black-haired girl incoming. "Gwah!" The actor bumped into the girl but before the female fell to the floor, Cage quickly grabbed hold of her shoulders and returned her to balance. "Sorry about that, miss. I'm... kind of in a mess right now." Cage bowed at the girl.

Cage was a little surprised at the girl's excitement. She even told him her name despite the fact that they'll probably never meet again but the actor decided to play along. "Well I'm Eddie Cage. You know, 'Law Abiding Civilian', 'The Ranger'." Cage tried ringing bells by mentioning films he starred in. "I actually have a Japanese name but I don't use it much."

It was a pleasant surprise that Assassin wanted to talk. The Master had feared that an Assassin would rather stick to the shadows, vacating the light at all times. But it seemed that Marie-Anne had no problem acting like a normal member of society. It would do well to hide her identity, but also make her more noticeable. Random people showing up during the Grail War was reason to suspect them enough. The Magi didn't put much stock in coincidence or happenstance, for every effect there is a cause. She also appeared to humor his request of counting houses. He gleamed in response to her answer. This information was arbitrary, but further proved her talents.

It had taken Jacob most of the night to formulate an identity for Marie-Anne. He knew that it would have to be two fold, one for the public, and one for any other Masters that happen to discover that he was a Magus. It would only take one phone call to anyone at the Association for anyone to figure out that Jacob was a Magus, and from their tracking his family and associates would be simple, leaving Assassin looking like a servant. What he came up with was something that would work well, but left him unsettled.

"I thought that more truth than lie would go a long way in our relationship and our ruse. If anyone asks you about me tell them we just met and that you don't know me too well. Tell them you are a cousin from my father's side, his side is the non-magical one. His name is Burton, my mother is Harva. Make up a reason for coming here on your own. Just keep me up on your lies so I can duplicate them. That should cover you in the public eye." This was the simple part, a white lie that they were related would give most the security that nothing funny was happening. Anyone that looked into this story would give themselves away that they were up to something, which lead him to the other half.

Scratching the back of his head he doubted it for a moment, but knew it was the strongest route to take. "If anyone presses you hard for information, or you identify them as Magi or a Master, tell them that you are a marriage candidate." Jacob found himself stumbling over those last two words. "My family is very particular about our blood line, there are a lot of factors that they feel should go into the woman bearing my child. Regardless, this leaves a lot of wiggle room. We don't have to act like we don't know each other too well because we don't. You don't have to pretend to know anything about Magecraft, forgive me for assuming that you don't. Lastly we can be ourselves around each other, as we are 'getting to know' each other."

This was a bit unorthodox, but just like a family member would satisfy most people, a marriage candidate would demand some courtesy for Magi. Some in the magical community held themselves to higher standards in the pursuit of knowledge. The Millford line has been arraigning marriages for as long as the family name has been known. It produced the healthiest of offspring by attempting to eliminate any mental or physical defects due to "unclean" family history. In the past Jacob has had two such candidates sent to him, both of them being offered a large sum to live with him for a month. None of them worked out as a meaningful relationship in his eyes, so no wedding bells rang yet.

The greatest benefit of this lie would be the security it offered the both of them. Attacking a marriage candidate was as bad as attacking the family directly. In the Association, this would ruin a reputation and burn quite a few bridges, scaring a family for generations. "I want you to maintain any sense of neutrality you have for as long as you can. The moment you give yourself away as a servant, we loose a huge edge. I don't even want them to know how tall you are, the less they know the more we stay hidden. If you must attack, leave no witnesses and make damn well sure you kill both the master and the servant. Do what you have to to maintain your identity. Is this reasonable?"

Chemistry Literature Section, Ukatan University
Morning
Archer

His Master left behind to go about whatever her affairs might be, Archer made his way down from the room in his material form. He would admit that he found himself wondering, and a bit worried as to what she might be doing. He was her Servant after all, and while he was willing to let her own thing, it was better for them to stick together. It wasn't as if he could tell anyone. Then again, he would have appreciated the confidentiality in his own life, so he left the matter be.

The school was definitely different than those he had been in in his own life, the universities and colleges he had visited in the USA. He wore a light grin as he made his way along, an appearance for the people he passed. At the same time he was on the watch, just in case he was unfortunate enough to stumble across some other Servant. Unless it was a particularly strong one, like Caster, he wouldn't pick up on it until it was too late, so better to be alert than not, wielding the cunning of a fox beneath a warm gaze.

It was a quick walk, courtesy of the map he had scanned earlier, to the literature section. Getting in had been simple with the key card, and it was simple now. It somewhat ruined the whole point of having such security measures in place if they didn't even bother to look at the card, didn't it. He wasn't even the same gender as who the card belonged to! Though it would have been awkward on the whole without him being in the system in the first place.

Inside, he began to browse the stacks, selecting one book after another from topics that looked interesting, and things he would need for the production of items in the Grail War. Eventually he had a small pile of varying sized books, and he carried them all to a corner that also happened to give him a good view of all approaches so he couldn't be snuck up upon. It was for safety, mostly.

"Now then, let's see what we've got," he said to himself with a chuckle as he picked up his first book and got to reading. Time to see what he could learn.

Ukatan University, Teacher's Lounge

When a certain someone called him young Frankenstein out fo the blue, Fumio let out a long sigh, before he turned towards the owner of the voice, with a completely unamused expression on his face.

"Calling your elders young won't get you any bonus points with me, Mr. Dorvain and neither will do flattery. Still, I'm sure you didn't simply make the detour to the teacher's lounge, to try and get on my good side first thing in the morning, so would you care to join me for a cup of freshly made coffee, while we discuss your problem? Is someone hitting on one of your lovers again perhaps? Or has the local police finally come to the conclusion that you must be a contract killer, with the way you dress and all that? You foreigners should really be more careful..."

He kicked the chair across from him, so that it slid away from the table and gestured to the Dorvain to take a seat. Two beeps indicated that the coffee was ready too, and Fumio got up and snatched the can before anyone else could take it. Back at the table he filled his cup to the brim, before he sat down again and started to take sips from it, without adding any milk or sugar.

"Ahhhh, nothing gets your gears going after a night of hard work like a good cup of black coffee, I tell you. Well, you youngsters only drink those energy drinks anyways, so I guess you wouldn't..."

Before he could continue with his banter, a beautiful and surprisingly fast blue bird flew through one of the open windows in the room and landed on his shoulder. However, the fact that an animal that most likely wasn't a scavenger dared to come close to him was not nearly as intriguing as the golden cloth package that it had dropped into his lap. That was probably Caster's doing and while he was grateful that his Servant was already sending him gifts, Fumio silently cursed him for bringing him into such a situation. After noisily clearing his throat, he turned to Charles with a wide grin and started to pet the bird while trying to come up with a good explanation.

"Ha....haha.....you don't have your own bento bird, now do you Mr. Donavan? My...niece brought him with her while she's staying with me and I must say, it is quite a useful animal. Aaaaaanyway, I have to go and give it some water, so as sad as it may be, you'll have to find someone else to give you good advice. I'll see you later at some point."

With this flawless excuse in place, Fumio quickly got up and left the room in a hurry, with the bird still glued to his shoulder, playing with his hair in the meantime. He rushed back to his van and jumped inside where he, now safe from prying eyes, opened the golden package. The items it contained were definitely powerful, but while he put the ring on his finger immediately and put the seals in his pockets, he wasn't quite sure what the last one was good for.

'I got your surprise package Caster. Next time, please refrain from sending stuff directly to my workplace with any kind of familiar. Now, what are those things doing exactly?'

@Raijinslayer
@Nisemono

“Oh I completely agree, the best deceptions always contain the element of truth,” Charlotte said in an approving tone as she listened to Jacob reveal his plan for masking her identity. Though what he suggested was simple it would also prove fairly effective provided that no suspicion was raised. Once raised however it would not prove too difficult to disprove her identity, however her Master seemed the intelligent sort so she assumed that he had accounted for that very possibility. She could only guess but she assumed that he might even use it to determine who was and was not investigating them.

“As for playing the part, I think I can manage it,” she said in reference to his suggestion that if pushed she should identify herself as a marriage candidate. Arranged marriages were nothing new to her, the concept was a familiar one. When she had been alive the aristocracy rarely, if ever, married for love. Power, influence and money but never for love. Though such arrangements naturally diminished in occurrence following the Revolution they did not fade entirely. Old habits. However as much as she approved of his plan there was one minor detail that she needed to inform him of in regard to any hostile actions on her part.

“No Master, we don’t,” she said in reply to his insistence that they remain neutral for as long as physically possible. She leaned in toward him in conspiratorial manner. “I may have neglected to mention that I have the ability ‘Information Erasure’,” she said in a manner that suggested he should already know the specifics of such an ability. “I can attack anyone, anywhere, at any time. Servant, Master or witness, it matters little. None can recall that which they may have learned about me during any confrontation. Name, abilities, my hair colour, even my gender. All gone. That includes data that has been recorded, such as images or notes taken. The only thing that they know for certain is that they were attacked, nothing more, nothing less.” She backed away from Jacob and stretched. “But of course, I shan’t be careless Master, I mean, Jacob.”

She offered him her hand as if they had only just met. “It’s a pleasure to meet you at last Jacob, I’ve heard so much about you! Oh, how careless of me, my name is Lucille Chevalier,” Charlotte said with a curtsy.

Just...just how the hell did she get in this situation?! This was too much! Absolutely too much for her to handle! Mary's heart wouldn't stop beating rapidly, her throat was dry and she kept swallowing as she kept her eyes down the ground. An intense heat emanated from her face, a heat that she never had experience before as her blood rushed to her cheeks, making them as red as her hair. What could she do? It's not like Saber needed to be watched after but if he was attacked then he needed someone to back him up with support spells. "M-Miyamoto-sama?" That was what Saber had insisted on her to call him when they were around people in earshot. She lifted her head up to look at him and her eyes widened as wide as dinner plates and she squeaked as she looked back down. Her face somehow became even redder if that was even possible. "Can we please go?!" She yelled at a butt-naked Saber.

The two of them were now in the art wing of the school, specifically they were in a room that was used for students to work on pieces of art that involved the human figure. In this case they were working on the male figure. The model that usually came in got into an accident and broke the radial head in his elbow cleanly in half and had to be rushed to the hospital. Saber just happened to be in the area and decided to volunteer just to kill time. Mary on the other hand tried her best to dissuade him, but he wouldn't listen to her. The instant that he entered the art studio almost every woman and some men were checking the new piece of eye candy that would be modelling for them.


"Oh calm down Mary. I can't leave now that they've started. The human body is a beautiful and sacred thing that should be captured. Don't you think so?" Saber said nonchalantly, not looking in her direction as he stayed perfectly still to be a perfect model. As an artist himself he could appreciate what these young men and women are doing, finding no shame and embarrassment with the human body. They too believed that the human form is something to not feel shame for, but pride and that they should take the chance to immortalize it for many generations later to marvel and appreciate it for what it is.

Inside, Mary was screaming. She whipped her phone out and her fingers flew around rapidly as she texted her sister. @Raijinslayer
Jane I'm dying. O///////////////O She snapped a picture of Saber on her phone and attached the photo to the text as she sent it.

Charles

Charles didn't respond to Fumio's comments, though the one about him looking like a contract killer did draw a half-hearted glare from the man. He took a seat across from the professor while Jane took the coffee pot after Fumio was done with it and poured for the two of them. She took hers with a little bit of cream, Charles took his with 6 packets of sugar. But before Charles could take a sip, he froze, his eyes glued to the beautiful bird that had flown in to deliver some sort of parcel to the doctor. He knew in the back of his mind that it was no normal bird, but he currently was to enthralled to care. He needed to capture this moment. He quickly put down his cup and pulled out his phone, only able to take a single picture before the man left. Charles got up and was about to pursue, until he heard Jane call for him to stop.

Jane had also been watching the bird, knowing for a fact as well that it was no normal species, but her attention was drawn away by her cellphone, which she always had set on vibrate. Pulling it out, she saw that Mary had sent her a message. Jane took another drink from her cup as she opened the message, only to immediately spit it out as she beheld Saber au natural. "Master Dorvain, I believe we need to make haste to the art wing."

Charles turned back to Jane, then back to the retreating back of Fumio, eyes focused on the bird on his shoulder. With an extreme force of will, he turned back to Jane, looking rather unhappy as he snatched the phone away from her to see what the matter was. He looked at it for a while before turning to Jane. "Why are you so shocked by this, didn't you have me ge-" He began, only to suffer from a chronic case of fist in face. He didn't react much to it, only turning his eyes to stare at Jane, whose face was extremely red and her eyes blazing with a dark fury.
"Not another word, Master Dorvain, that is a secret between the two of us, remember?"

"Got it, I forgot, now can you remove your fist from my face."

Jane did so immediately, regaining her stoic expression, though still having a light blush on her face. Wordlessly they made their way to the art wing, opening the door to the current scene. As soon as they arrived, Charles got that look in his eye, the one that signaled when he was about to go photo crazy. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out his camera and got into a good position amongst the art students. Jane went over to her sister, making a visible effort to not look in saber's direction. . . and failing horribly. Every five seconds, her eyes would stray from her sister, to Saber, then back to her sister again.

"I see you've had an interesting day, Mary, so is there any reason why Miyamoto-sama is modeling nude. There's nothing wrong with it, but isn't he supposed to be keeping a low profile. Nothing about this is low-profile." JAne scolded her sister slightly, though it didn't hold as much weight as Jane currently had a small nosebleed running down her face, still taking glances as Saber every five seconds.

Charles was aso staring at Saber through his lens, walking around the studio until he found a good angle, then taking a picture and moving on. He didn't use flash this time, since the room was well-lit already, and he made sure to be as silent as possible so as not to disturb the other artists. As one himself, he respected their focus and had cast a small Mental Interference spell on himself so that he couldn't be heard by anyone nearby.

@hatakekuro

Nidhogg
Utakan City, Downtown

Nidhogg had gotten bored being in his lair, so he had left to explore the city. So far he had found it to be rather interesting, everything was just so different from how he remembered things. It would almost be a shame to demolish it all. Almost

However, while he was making his way through the shopping district, he noticed to unmistakeable presences. Servants were nearby, and beneath his mask, his black tongue slithered out to lick his teeth in anticipation. He wasn't going to attack them, but he would try and provoke them into a fight, or at the very least, try and make some chaos happen. He approached the nearest presence, a woman in a strange white outfit. Must be some kind of priestess or something he thought as he approached. He was currently wearing a white dress shirt with a black tie and black dress pants, his shoes being shiny, black loafers. It had been on one of the corpses he had excavated, and he had decided to take it as his own, though he had remade it with use of his roots.

He would walk up behind her as she was about to enter one of the many stops, his voice coming out in a hissing whisper.

"Why hello there Ma'am, and what brings a Servant such as your self to the big city in plain sight. That isn't a very effective way of keeping out of trouble."

@mcpop9

Again the Servant pleasantly surprised her Master. With that sort of ability he would only have to worry about himself being seen, which would eventually be a problem. Jacob was known for sticking his nose in places it shouldn't be. Until he witnessed any part of the war, he would have to sit on the side lines, lest he be discovered. If he participated as a rogue Magus, he could manipulate the pieces in his favor without needing to be a target. All he wanted was the war to cause as little damage as possible. How far was he willing to go to do this?

"Nay Lucille, the pleasure is all mine. " Jacob took his place on the stage, embracing the shroud of deception. He placed a hand on his chest and bowed in turn to "Lucille's" curtsy. "I apologies for any inconvenience this trip might have caused you. I know it was somewhat sudden. Please do try not to think of myself as anything special. " Turning his wrist over he looked at his watch, and found that he was running far latter than he had thought. "Forgive me for cutting this short, but I have to get to my students. " Digging around his pocket he removed a key and handed it to her. A rather hilarious gesture all things considered. "Feel free to make yourself at home. I can of course drop you off in town on my way in, or perhaps you would like to tour the school? "



Finally arriving at the school he stepped out of his car and looked around. Maybe it was too early to be paranoid, but he had to feel it out. He closed his eyes and exhaled, forcing almost all the air out of his lungs. Using the very last of it, he uttered an incantation, one his family had used for a long time. The air crackled with power around him and he brought that inside, bringing a vast amount of information to his mind. He could smell the perfume of a woman at the other end of the campus, hear the whispers of a young couple under the bleachers, the wind inside his lungs now spoke to him, telling him stories in the vaguest sense. Of all the things that were around him, there was very little in the way of Magecraft, it was safe to say that the campus had not been compromised, for now.

The enchanted air fled his lungs in a deep sigh of relief. Prana was a source of power that all living things had, so the fastest way to acquire a large pool was to do devilish things that Jacob wouldn't even think about, but he had seen before. With that confidence he strode forward toward the school. He was running late for his lecture, but he was confident that Walter, his student teacher, would be able to handle himself until he got there. He was a pretty relaxed professor, believing that if his students didn't want to take their education seriously it was there problem, not his. But he was always willing to lend a hand to those seeking to expand their knowledge base, especially if it related to the past.

Not six doors down was his lecture hall, he could have kept walking, but his attention was drawn to several young ladies looking through the crack of a door that lead to the art room. It was hard for him to fight off this curiosity. "Doors tend to work better when you open them all the way ladies." None of them heard him approach, all of them jumped when he spoke. They quickly spun around and tripped over their words, their faces red with embarrassment. His curiosity peaked, and he opened the door.

He regretted it instantly. It was an art room, with various students practicing various styles in various ways with a single focus. The well chiseled man in the center was unfamiliar to Jacob, but he found himself becoming more familiar than he was with most. His face started to redden much like the girls had, the model in front of him didn't bother him that much, but what did was that this was one of those rare occasions where he was at a loss for words.

He stood in the door way for a moment, which quickly turned into a few moments. The sound of a camera snapping brought him out of it and he looked around. He saw three familiar faces. Of the three he identified Jane first, then Mary, and knew full well that Charles was close by, likely with the origin of the snapping in hand. He was right. Charles was one of the few Magus that Jacob regularly dealt with. He too had an affinity for Wind Magecraft, which meant that he was a good partner/test subject. The only problem was that he had a poor attention span, which made him infuriating more often than not. Not wishing to disturb Charles until he got out of whatever zone he was in right now, he approached Mary and Jane. "I was not aware that we were going to be hosting new... talent. "

@Raijinslayer Tomoe was now on the path of a shop that has existed since her time in this world. almost inside, she felt a presence get closer that reeked with power; ofcourse it decided to make itself known with a whisper into her ear. "I could say the same about you." she responded quietly to him, turning around to face him. Thankful for her lower power presence, she could probably pass herself off as some other class than her own.

"I just want to purchase some clothes." she said, trying to keep her cool and rather succeeding well at it. "since i know i'd be no match for you as is, i propose some form of alliance or rather an agreement." she said out of the gate, feeling his presence rather dominating over her. "I could play stupid and try and pass myself off as something else, but i want to make it past the first twenty four hours of this war. i'll give you my class and my name in exchange to be able to just experience the real world and my home country again." Gozen said to the other servant, smelling death on his clothing, and smelling it on his breath as well. "I could also point you to more areas to feast on the dead if that's what you desire." the girl added.

@Raijinslayer@Gamerdude369

Mary still couldn't look up in fear that she would get an eyeful of Saber and his er...long sword. Until this moment she was still innocent, aware of the opposite sex, but nonetheless was innocent, but now she was scarred for life after seeing the samurai in his birthday suit modelling for the art students. She covered her eyes with her hands, trying to get the image out of her head though it was imprinted forever in her mind. A like squeak came from her as she thought about it again and turned her back towards Saber, her face burning up madly. "I-I couldn't stop him. The model that they usually hired broke something and Miyamoto-sama wanted to help..." She poked the tips of her index finger together, looking down guiltily. "Although it seems like there are some people enjoying the sight..." Mary mumbled to herself as a way to passively aggressively say that Jane was enjoying herself a bit too much.

Oh my god...even in a situation like this Master Dorvain still wants to take pictures. The red head thought to herself before her thoughts were interrupted.

Jacob Milford had approached them unexpectedly with a face as red as Mary's from getting to know the human form of other men. Mary sighed and pushed her bangs out of her face. "They're not. This is Master Dorvain's friend Miyamoto-sama, an aspiring artist that is rooming with master for the mean time. The original model broke his arm and we were in the area so he decided to help out of compassion as an artist..."

Ukatan City
Assassin

Charlotte had declined an offer to tour the University with her Master as she felt that it was far too early for the two of them to be seen together. Before that was to happen she needed to establish herself as an individual in her own right, which meant creating the identity to which she would identify herself to the rest of the world. Once created her new identity would make it easier to seamlessly integrate into her Masters routine without seeming out of place or overly suspicious. Of course she lacked both the resources and time needed to create the paperwork to support such an identity at present so for the moment she would have to rely on illusion. Those who pried too deeply would no doubt find the truth. They would also find a knife in their abdomen for their troubles.

She hummed thoughtfully to herself as she perched effortlessly atop a telephone pole, invisible to the human eye in her incorporeal state, following her Master at a safe distance to avoid detection by any prying ‘gifted’ eyes. As for how she would establish herself as a human rather than a Servant she had a few ideas, most of them requiring some degree of surprise on the part of her Master. Which is why she had neglected to inform him that she would be accompanying him to the University, in a suitably indirect manner of course. She needed the surprise to be as genuine as possible for the best possible results. As her Master headed to the University she kept pace with a series of well-timed dashes of movement, the speed of which would make her indistinct even to those with the ‘gift’ needed to see her.

However she did not follow her Master all the way to the University, trailing away once she was certain of its location. Timing was important. Instead she veered into a nearby park, still in her incorporeal state. Had she been a different Class she would have been more concerned with hiding her presence, however like all Assassin she possessed Presence Concealment. Provided that she did not act in any overtly aggressive manner there was no normal way for Servants or Masters other than her own to detect her nature as a Servant. Still, that was no reason to not exercise some degree of caution. Charlotte manifested into her corporeal form and casually stepped out onto the footpath and into a passing crowd of students on their way to a day of classes.

She did not follow them toward the university and instead headed back toward the centre of the city. It was her intention to go shopping, however her Master had yet to gift her with any money. No doubt he would have done so had she asked however that might have interfered with her plan. The less her Master knew the better. It was quite literally for his own good. With that in mind she had considered ‘acquiring’ the funds from the students, however to the best of her knowledge the majority could ill afford the loss and so she had left them be. Her desired destination would no doubt provide in that regard.