Contrary to her prior thoughts, it seemed that Therana possessed the advantage of surprise in this scenario. She savored this feeling of control, the empowering thrill of a predator stalking its prey coursing throughout her being. It was always in these scenarios that Therana felt most alive. Her senses sharpened in instinctive response, her mind accelerated its thought processes and drained away excess thoughts to leave behind but a peerless dedication to a single goal, and her mindset underwent a paradigm shift towards one exceptionally conducive towards success in this scenario. Therana took in a deep draught of breath, inhaling in the rather stuffy and overly air conditioned air of the store that was laced with the homely smell characteristic of produce isles. A slight throbbing pain pulsated from both her shoulders where the two alien flesh masses wriggled, probing the air for a foreign presence with their current bodies morphed to possess a layer of skin riddled with hyper sensitive organisms that scoured the surrounding air for the slightest of environmental differences. These two monsters fed off of Therana's own body of course, but their usefulness and longevity far overshadowed the drain cost of maintaining them. In any case, Therana could feed them the magical energy stored in her magic crest in the case that her own body sustained too much strain.

If these organisms had been found by the Association, they would have been branded as rare treasures almost miraculous in their potency and mystery, rivaling the pricelessness of phantasmal beast specimens of renown. With the remarkable ability to morph their alien bodies at Therana's whim and alter intrinsic biological aspects of their being, the serpentine parasites served as sword, shield, and bow concurrently. The fact that their extra-dimensional constitution allowed them to produce substances native to the dimension of Horrors and almost completely unknown in this current realm also aided their lethal potency, as any toxins produced by them would nearly always be invariably fatal simply on basis of having never been encountered before and having a constitution unable to be neutralized by simple healing magic mysteries. They were monsters described of only in texts that detailed horrors representing the absolute evils of humanity - beings geared towards the most efficient slaughter of mankind possible. A certain french noble in the Hundred Years War had attained a means of accessing these beings through the usage of a marvelous mystic code, but Therana was unique in that her very being was connected to this dimension. This connection allowed her to completely subvert the complex rituals required to manifest beings from other dimensions, letting her body become a conduit or pathway from which monstrosities from this alien dimension could arrive. Of course, Therana would not be able to control these beings once they entered the current realm as she merely invited them, which is why she highly preferred to operate with select beings that she had implicit trust in or could be fully controlled through a symbiotic relationship such as with her current two parasites.

With elegant, graceful steps, Therana navigated through the aisles with inhuman speeds, her body currently being reinforced by a spell unique to the magical system of the horrors. A pattern of coal black energy streaked throughout Therana's limbs to signal this reinforcement, taking a chaotic breaking pattern that caused Therana's limbs to appear as if they were porcelain extremities shattering. She spotted the Executioner soon enough, and immediately she found dislike for him. He appeared to be an utter idiot to her, blithely ignoring his environment. Such people wasted the Earth's blessings in Therana's opinion, and she sought to end the burden upon the planet soon enough. Standing utterly still behind an aisle of groceries nestled in the Executioner's path, Therana waited until he came within seven meters of her being. As soon as the Ashen Mandrake stepped within Therana's maximum active range of ten meters, she had reinforced her two serpentine parasites. When he had tread within eight meters of her, Therana casted an otherwordly spell,
"Fm'latgh"
Immediately one of the parasitic protrusions changed its shape into a bulbous wart shaped mass of flesh that tapered off into a circular mouth inlaid with hundreds of encircling teeth. Noxious slime with the same consistency of pus spewed forth from the parasite's skin, dripping onto the ground in thick, viscous rivulets so caustic as to burn through the ground two inches. When the Executioner was within seven meters of range, the engorged parasite released its contents, ejecting a highly pressurized blast of plum purple fluid aimed at the man's torso in an attempt to completely incapacitate him and to reduce margin of error for the attack's strike area.

The man in the hula shirt was no dunce, the area around the grocery store not only appeared different, but smelled different, the discharge and consumption of Prana had a certain scent that he had become accustomed to. To him it was like burning rubber, but he was sure to other powerful Magi it was of a different quality, or he had an acquired gift that had graced a very few. Either way, the people avoiding the store, and the general atmosphere inside was a dead give away, fit for an excessively confident amateur. This entire trap bored him, but he played along, walking right into its epicenter, the only reason he stayed was because something caught his attention, a malevolent presence, transcendent beyond the current level of existence he's in. This alarmed him, almost, what unholy sacrament had been made here? He felt merciful none the less, and if this demon wanted to kill him, he would have the common courtesy to allow his foe the first strike.

Eme wanted all mannerisms of things, so before the fighting started, he found it fit to gather these groceries, he didn't want her coming back here to see the destruction he had caused, or be attacked by this creature if he couldn't kill it here and now. By the time his foe decided to lash out against him, he had almost completed the list, much to his surprise, but alas his four minutes of peace ended with the sound of noxious fluid sinking its teeth into the neatly arranged flooring tiles just two paces ahead of him. "...Okay..." he hisses, reaching into his messenger bag, and dropping the grocery basket at his side "Remind." a portal opens in his bag, "You." the Ashen Mandrake states, the stock of a Mossberg M500 bullets from inside whatever dimension he summoned it from and into his right hand, which already has it locked in a vice grip. He doesn't aim and fire, there isn't enough time, he swings, rather, the iron colored barrel barreling through boxes of sugar and flour, and connecting with the creature getting ready to fire at him. For safe measure, he releases the empty Mossberg, and pivots his body so he falls back into the sushi counter behind him.

"Remind you." Executioner says again, a portal spewing forth a Franch Spas 12, personally customized transparent drum barrel attached onto his chest "So, what are you? An Oni? Vampire? Because I've killed all mannerisms of beast." he warns, his American accent is gone now, replaced by a thick Venetian accentuation, which flows off his tongue faster than his American archetype. He stands slowly, carrying the gun like an extension of his body "We both know the answer to that question, however."

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@Sublimation

"Tch," Darryl said as the fight dissolved. "Well that was a waste of time. Talk about a cocktease. Let's go, Caster. There's nothing to see here anymore."

The young Clocktower student left with his Servant in tow, heading for the nearest town opposite of Linden, where it looked like a number of other Masters were headed. It seemed like a few of them bordered the place where they'd been kidnapped. What a thoughtful and considerate priest. Darryl would have to remember that when he was tying him up, sticking a bucket over his head and kicking him in the knackers with a size twelve work boot until he howled himself deaf.

The walk into town was filled mostly with a respectful silence, Darryl not pushing to start a conversation where one wasn't needed (or necessarily safe for that matter). After booking a room via telephone at the Linden bed and breakfast for an elderly couple that lived in the village, Darryl wiped their short-term memories with some runic magic and sent them off on their two-week vacation so he and Caster could occupy the house, maybe make a few "rennovations".

"That takes care of that," Darryl said as he finished picking the lock. "I feel bad for kicking those two out of their house for a week, but I think right now we need this place more than they do."

He stepped inside, looking around. It was a simple two-floor house with no basement or cellar, obviously meant for only two people. There was just one bedroom (evidently the elderly couple didn't expect to have guests very often) as well as a sofa, fireplace, two televisions (three if you counted the miniature one by the fridge) and a cozy little kitchen complete with a dining nook. Since they lived on the edge of town near the forest, the house had a very cabin-ish feel to it.

"What do you think, Caster? Can you work with this?" Darryl asked, referring to her Territory Creation.

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"I don't think being here is a good idea, Master."

Lancer materialized next to Lee wearing an entirely different set of less revealing clothes. For once she looked serious.

"This little hamlet doesn't have much room to run or hide, let alone fight. I'm good at all three, but I'm not a miracle worker. If we hole up in town we'll be spotted for sure, and then what?" Lancer said. "I'm not sure I'll be able to protect you if that Saber-chan comes knocking again! She's soooooo scary! She'll pull off all this delicate little flower's petals and then I'll go 'iyaaaah~'..."

Lancer moaned suggestively, biting her sleeve and reaching for her, ahem, lady bits. Almost as immediately as that nonsequitor began, Lancer turned around and switched moods again.

"Sooooo, I was thinking..."

Grabbing Lee by the shoulder, the two of them disappeared with a snap. The sensation was not dissimilar to being sucked through a tube, and when they arrived at their destination, all that Lee would feel would be some momentary nauseau and dizziness.

"Why don't we make camp out here in the woods? It'd be perfect! Just you and me, with no one else around for miles! They won't be able to sense us at all! Ooooh, it'll be so romantic! Who knows what kinds of naughty things might happen? Plus, I'm famous for building a temple with my bare hands, so we won't even have to sleep out in the rain! Sounds great, right? Say nothing if you agree!"

Berserker coldly observed his Master as she addressed the rest of the people gathered in a very rude manner. If he was still the man who he was in life than he would've a hearty laughter at her spirit while at the same time showing amazement at someone who would be so dedicated to being insufferably arrogant that she or he would translate their mockery into several different languages. Seeing someone try so hard was even somewhat cute, to be honest.

But Berserker didn't do anything. He wasn't able to.

Instead, he obediently followed Rika out from the barn, ignoring everything said and done by other Masters and Servants. Lancer and Saber almost starting a fight while still in the building made Berserker pause for a moment, but feeling their killing intent disappear after their Masters intervened he continued walking behind his own Master.

He wouldn't give any advice on where to go and what kind of place they should make into their base of operations. His was not the role of advisor or companion, only that of a weapon to be used in battle. Opinions were unnecessary for weapons.

"Well, that's lucky of us. C'mon sis, let's grab a seat." he said, leading Archer over to a nearby table, smelling the breakfast, he couldn't help but have a loud growl escape his stomach. Turning to Archer once they were seated, he said: "Well...that's a bit much just for breakfast. For now we'll make do with what we can, and maybe I'll get some groceries later. For now, we need somewhere to stay. And I don't want you getting drunk. Not when we're going to be in danger from the others.

Humming, he looked around the place with his one eye, smiling slightly. "This place feels very...home-y. You've done a remarkable job with the interior, Ma'am." he said, his linguistics going from German to Dutch somewhere near the home-y part. He didn't really know how to translate slang into anything else, so it must have sounded odd.

Lee was startled by Lancer's sudden appearance, he had half expected her to still be inside messing with Saber. Instead she made an argument that was extremely convincing, but Lee felt that this was the place were all the action would be. Unfortunately, having a bunch of blood thirsty Mages in an enclosed space with warriors made so serve them was not the best place to be. Especially since Saber would be after Lancer to restore her honor.

Lee looked back at Lancer to make a rebuttal, just in time to see her...

Lee instinctively covered his eyes and looked away, his cheek turning a light shade of pink as he did so. "Píngjìng, píngjìng, píngjìng." Lee mumbled over and over again in order to get himself to calm down. Lee hadn't a lot of experience dealing with women like Lancer, Lee wasn't even sure what type of woman Lancer was. Lee took a deep breath and let his hand fall from his eyes. Thankfully she was finished, and became serious again.

Her hand appeared on his shoulder and he was taken to a completely different area if the forest. Lee immediately felt blind.

His eyes still worked—he could see mottled light shining on the smooth, silver trunks of the wood, could track the shadows playing over the forest floor—but all he could find in any direction were the trees, stretching on and on over small rises and little streams into forever. He lost his sense of direction, swatted nervously at small biting flies while the pool of sweat on his back grew thicker and slicker. Birds sang above him. Leaves rustled on the path below. The earthy scent of decaying vegetation filled his nostrils.

He had to admit that the trees were beautiful. They stretched to vast heights, higher than the scrubby things he’d seen out on the plains of China's country side, or even the massive oaks in the Mik Family mansion. Some of them were so tall their tops were hidden by the leaves of smaller trees, others so thick that it would have taken two long-limbed men holding hands to reach around them. They smelled good, too; the air was perfumed with a sweet, flowery odor that reminded him of a scent his mother sometimes wore.

They made him uncomfortable all the same. He had grown used to being able to see for miles over the plains, used to smelling what was coming on the wind on China's country side.

"Alright Lancer, I don't know about romantic, but if you say this is the best course of action, so be it. Lee said as he studied their surroundings. Despite that, Lee still longed to see what was going on in Linden. Lee shrugged it off and began walking into the forest.

"Begin working on the Temple, I have to go take care if something." Lee called as he waved goodbye.

Lee walked beeper into the forest, despite his feeling uncomfortable, he still pressed on. He could hear the sounds of rushing, like wind in the mountains or water. Lee found what he was looking for, a waterfall. Standing from afar, Lee gazed at the waterfall, he could not deny the excellence of the Creator of such a wonder that softened the earth, provided water for the soil and let the tourist enjoy the beauty of nature . No wonder many people were fascinated by this work.

Lee took of his jacket and dress shirt, placing his them on a rock near the bank of the fall. He also took of his boots and socks for good measure.

Lee's feet plunged into the icy waters of the falls. This would be the best place to meditate, it was beautiful, and the sound of rushing water actually soothed his soul. Lee waded over to a rock directly under the waterfall, it's cold embrace calming him. With the series if events that had thrust him into a War he had no reason to join, he had to wonder, why was he chosen. He had no desire, no wish that needed to be fulfilled. If Lee was going to take part in this war, he needed to figure out what his heart desired to attain so much, that the Grail heeded its call.

@Turboshitter

"Just give me time to restore my items and armors. I'm still on the disoriented side of things," Archer admitted, sheepishly, before adding: "Also, NEVER is it TOO early for drinking, Brother." Looking around, Archer took in the tactical situation; analyzing the room, while attempting to appear casual, as she looked for fixed points of entry. Unfortunately, if that Caster, Lancer, and Saber were to be any indication... the walls might as well be useless. If there was a Berserker in the mix, then the walls might as well not even exist. "Brother, I really do not wish to stay more than a day, if others linger," Archer says, not comfortable with the overall exposure. "Might we leave, after we eat? At least, the general vicinity?"

If the Saber and the Caster fought... and the Lancer involved herself... and the possible Berserker triggered...

"I just have a bad feeling..."

Lycυѕιo Vιcarιo

Lycusio breathed a sigh of relief when Lancer and her master departed. He was beginning to catch on and had finally got comfortable enough to drop his helpless act. Walking out beside Saber, he checked that Jakob followed before looking over the landscape. It was rather scenic and held his attention as if he had walked into a photo. Unfortunately his trance did not last long.

"Why you did that, Master? That vixen molested me and insulted both of you and still you allow her to walk away like that?" Saber said in an exceedingly adorable manner.

Lycusio simply chuckled, looking towards Saber before looking back to the towns. His expression was increasingly optimistic and he smiled nonchalantly, perhaps everything would turn out hunky-dory in the end. Patting Saber's head, he looked towards her, attempting to calm her down, "You can fight on better terms another day, right now, how about I make it up to you by doing whatever it is you feel like doing since it seems time is exactly what we have. On the way, you can tell me about this Holy Grail War and what it entails as well as your own abilities." His tone was extremely calming and there was an easygoing countenance about him.

Despite her earlier tantrum, Saber walked by the side of her Masters paying close attention to their surroundings, eying every bush and shadow, looking for the presence of other Masters or Servants, specially aware of the cowardly Assassin, for her Masters' safety depended only on her reaction time once the dark slayer set its blades with the intention to kill.

She barely registered when Lycusio patted her head at first, but when the man who towered over her smiled and tried to convince Saber to set her anger aside, at least for now, her thin lips displayed a timid smile as she said "I'll heed your words then, Master. Getting aggravated that filthy woman's behavior is beneath the standing of a knight such as I."

When she was sure that they were away from any danger, Saber switched sides and now she walked closer to Jakob, while he was also taller than the miniature knight, his pitiful physique made Saber think that he would need her protection much more than Lycusio, who had the eyes of a seasoned soldier "Are you feeling well now, Master? Or am I still draining too much mana from you? Even though I'd like to remain like I'm now, if you wish I could assume a spirit form, to easy your burden."

"I would like to answer your previous question, Master, but the knowledge that I have about the Holy Grail War is only the one that the Grail imparted on me and I lack the knowledge of magecraft to make myself clear enough for you." Saber said, after taking a couple of steps ahead and turning to face Lycusio "The only things that I'm certain of, is that both of you share the roles as my Masters. You posses the Command Spells and thus the right to order me in battle, while Jakob provides me with the mana that I need to keep my physical body, acting as anchor that keeps me on this world."

Then, she faced Jakob again "Other than that I can't say much more, but Jakob seems like an experienced magus, perhaps you should ask him for more information."

Saber, stopped walking for a moment and turned her gaze towards the ground of the land that she once ruled under the name of her deceased brother. In this rural region, away from the modern marvels, the time didn't seemed to have passed at all and Saber almost felt like she could recognize some of the oldest trees and rocks. Most certainly, this had been a battlefield she trod in the past and thus no place could be more fitting for her to engage in a new campaign.

However, for the time being she would set such concerns aside...

"Hmm... if it's not unfitting for me to ask," Saber had a bashful smile in her lips as she tried to express her wish to her Masters "I'd like some clothes, the Grail didn't gave me anything more than this armor." Saber realized just now the shame that it would have been if Lancer had indeed managed to remove her armor and her hatred for that shameless woman grew even further. "Also, If it's not too much to ask, could we find a place to eat and play? I hardly think that the modern world can compete with the bards of old, or Astolfo's antics, when it comes to entertainment, but still, I'd like to see if how today's humanity spend their merry-making time."

@OldManWong@SlamJamcity

Therana's grim expression took a more animated turn, the onset of a frown beginning to mar her pale face as she witnessed her attack fail. As expected, the Executioner, just like all Church operatives, possessed advanced physical capacities and it seemed that rumors regarding him possessing the capacity to draw forth from an endless supply of weapons and ammunition from either imaginary space or a reality marble seemed true. In that regard, both the Executioner and Therana were alike. Both relied upon the aid of an alien space in order to augment combat, but how this augmentation manifested greatly differed between Therana and the Executioner.

The canister and gun that the Executioner threw to halt one of Therana's horrors were immediately devoured in instinctive response. The horror's circular mouth split apart and widened, allowing for its digestive system to be vomited forth in the shape of a mass of luminescent black pulsating organs suspended in a sea of thick, purple mucus like digestive acid. The barrel and gun were immediately engulfed in this embrace, and dissolved rapidly before being sucked back into the horror along with the digestive system. Therana quickly assessed her current knowledge to formulate a strategy. It was apparent that the Executioner mainly relied upon ranged weapons should rumors regarding his actions be somewhat corroborated, and his limitless ammunition on top of his endless versatility entailed significant power at both mid and long range distances. His direct capabilities in close combat were unknown, and it may have been that they were as exceptional as those Executors of the Church who could slaughter dead apostles with their bare hands and that the Executioner was merely playing towards his strengths. Regardless, Therana was confident she would be able to defeat even an Executor in close combat merely because her horrors were both faster and stronger than what even humans empowered by the Chuch could be under regular circumstances. Knowing this, Therana decided upon a melee strategy to prevent the Executioner from being able to utilize his unique abilities intermittently.

With reinforced legs, Therana quickly pushed off from her location, her left horror morphing into a massive arm of rippling muscle that easily smashed apart the aisle in her way without so much as slowing her down. The ground beneath her feet splintered into a diminutive crater as her form surged towards the Executioner at breakneck speeds.
"Asking such questions isn't polite to a lady you know, not that I would expect your type to have much tact" exclaimed Therana with a sardonic tone as her eyes focused in on the Executioner, her swiftly moving form barreling towards him. She still had to be cautious though, so it was noticeable that though her left horror was aggressively positioned in front of her as an offensive arm shaped weapon ready to pummel the Executioner into a bloody pulp, her right horror remained by Therana's side, prepared to alter its composition to become a defensive protection should things turn sour.

Janiyah's whole body relaxed some as the other Masters slowly spread out from the barn, especially as whatever happened between Lancer and Saber died down as fast as it began. She didn't remain still, however, as she began walking out of the barn whilst motioning for Assassin to follow her outside although she had no doubts that he would anyway. As she thought over what the man that'd kidnapped them said, then stopped in her tracks. "Assassin. I think that we should go camp out in the woods to avoid the other Masters. Chances are that they're going to head into the towns, and the last thing we need to be is near any of them."

Without much notice then, she took off into the forest, deciding that food would have to wait for much later in a situation where they would also have to create their own shelter. She slowed down somewhat after a while, however, deciding that it'd be better idea to take her time and make an attempt to remember how she got to where she was going so that she didn't get lost in the woods. After a good while of wandering, she stopped in front of a tree that interested her for some reason that she couldn't place, although it was probably just her being weird. The magus stopped on her heel and, turned quickly.

"We're going to camp out here. I like this pl-" She quickly turned her head to the side, as if she'd heard something or someone, then turned back to Assassin. "As I was saying, I like this place. We should set up a little camp, then worry about other sorts of provisions and our game-plan for the war."

The events from the barn were a complete blur. All that Jakob could remember is that there was a confrontation between Saber and Lancer that ended when Lycusio skillfully defused the situation. From there it was like Jakob was completely out of it. He silently walked beside the pair as they trekked through the countryside. If it wasn't for Saber guiding him he would have walked into a tree a while back. It wasn't until Saber addressed him directly that he came to. "Uh... I'm sorry..... It's fine. My mana pool is great enough to where I can sustain you almost indefinitely. What's really bothering me is why we're both your masters. I've heard of this form of summoning before, but from my understanding it was only known to a select few. Who exactly is behind this?. What do they gain from forcing the Holy Grail War?" Suddenly Saber stopped in her tracks and stared blankly at the landscape. "Your true identity is Charlemagne isn't it? That means at one time you ruled over all of Central Europe, right? I never imagined that Charlemagne would be a girl. All the history books said you were man."

When Saber yet again began to talk to Jakob he had already fazed out yet again. He couldn't go more than a minute without getting lost in his own thoughts. This time he was so lost that he was no longer able to pay attention to his own surrounding. Tripping over a rock, he went flying forwards smacking face first into an old oak tree. Immediately Jakob came to and began to scream in pain. He still wasn't used to pain. Even the slightest thing seemed excruciatingly painful to him. "I hate this! I can't go a minute without getting lost in my own thoughts. None of this makes any sense!." Standing up Jakob placed both hands over his nose. It had been broken in several places from the fall. "Such a waste of mana" A bright green light shined from in between his palms. when he removed his hands it was like his nose had never been broken. "Can we just get somewhere safe? Next time I might accidentally impale myself on a tree branch. Can we also get her some clothes? When we go into town I think the villagers would take notice of a small girl clad in heavy armor."

@KoL@OldManWong

Executioner's reaction is almost instinctive, 'remind you' he mutters, summoning an overbearing SRM to his shoulder with an intense flash of blue light. Time slows down as the Ashen Mandrake weighs his chances against this creature, the SRM's HEAT missile has a minimal range of ten meters; and the she beast was already too close. Rather than risk losing an eye to shrapnel, the lone Executor chooses to jump away, farther down the aisle, which rewards him with more range - but Therana's horror clips his hip, breaking the bone in several places.

The Mandrake barrels down the aisle, holding both the SRM launcher, and the shotgun, he fires several haphazard shells in midair, and he barely manages to catch himself on the dimly checkered floor beneath him when he lands near the front entrance; fifteen meters away. He winces, and falls on a knee when the shock of the impact spreads up his leg, and into his broken hip. He raises his SPAS, and fires off three more rounds from his left hand - this time with heightened accuracy - in order to draw out Therana's defensive horror, and prepares the SRM with his right.

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@Sublimation

"Understood. If you really need to eat a lot more, I can always foot the bill." Haas said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a somewhat smashed up box of cigarettes, taking one, he quickly realized where he was and put them back, for the sake of the children. Smoking's bad, kiddoes. Regardless, he quickly stood up, after he let a slight chuckle out at the bit about drinking. "Well, I suppose its not for some people. Just make sure you don't get so drunk you can't see straight, alright? And, we'll find a place to stay after we eat, sure." he said heading for the restroom. "I'll be right back."

Making his way to the restroom, Mesman quickly ran the water from the sink cold, forming a bowl with his hands, and splashing a good bit of it onto his face and eyes, helping him to wake up just a bit. "Keep it together Haas...you're a magus, you can handle this. Even if you never expected it, you're in the fight of your life already..." he thought, groaning as he rubbed his jawline. "Damn, can already feel the hair coming back." he said, in a hushed tone. Washing his hands after he was done urinating in the toilet, Mesman walked back out, looking bit less like he'd just been dragged across a country and throw onto the floor, a bit of cloth from the inside of his jacket wrapped around his right hand.

"I'd like to ask you some questions on how you've been Sis, but, you know, don't know who might be listening." he said, casting a weary look towards the door. "I'm a fool...if someone comes in and tries to start a fight, the lady and kids are gonna get caught in the crossfire. We need to go, right away." Thinking back on it, Mesman fucking hated his lack of proper eyesight, since he could hardly even make out what the other masters looked like. All he really remembered was how the servants looked, and that was because people in heavy armor with swords, crowns, cleavage, and masks on stuck out like sore thumbs.

"If I measured them, by your standards... I think, I am qualified for an A-cup, and yes, it's natural," Archer says. "Truth be told, I do not intend to uphold my diet. Wine has... many uses," she says. "In time of battle..." she leaned in, lowering her voice a touch or two, "I've found it makes a quick fire."

Archer didn't want to fight here. A pitcher of wine would be a quick flame, and a quick flame could be a great fire indoors, and a great fire indoors made for a, possibly, great escape. If worst came to worst, she could start a fire, and set her and Haas towards the back. Judging from Haas's refreshed look, there was a washing room, and that meant windows to escape out of.

"Hopefully, our food is soon..."

Assassin followed his master closely as she exited the barn with haste; he kept an eye on the servants until they were at a sufficient distance. Suddenly his master spoke, “Assassin. I think that we should go camp out in the woods to avoid the other Masters. Chances are that they're going to head into the towns, and the last thing we need to be is near any of them.” and with that took off into the forest at a brisk pace. He followed the trail blazed by his master, until her speed slowed and they returned to walking speed. After a good while of walking his master stopped dead in her tracks and spun around to face assassin.

"We're going to camp out here. I like this pl-", she stopped mid-sentence and looked to the side, and assassin turned his head quickly to face where his master was looking and scanned around and saw nothing. "As I was saying, I like this place. We should set up a little camp, then worry about other sorts of provisions and our game-plan for the war.", she began speaking at assassin again as if the pause and sudden head movement meant nothing.

“I think that is a good idea, out here the other servants could not listen in on our strategies and it would allow us temporary peace from the violence that will be soon upon us. So what should be our approach to other servants? Should we treat violence in kind, or shall we make the first move?”, assassin raises his arms with his palms face up and shrugs, ”I’ll have you know that in life I was man dedicated to the saving of lives so my martial skills are somewhat dull, that is, not to say that I cannot hold my ground. It would be wise to make an alliance with a servant with more martial prowess than I, so that I may serve as a support for them. On the note of support, allow me to see your wound, I can smell the blood in the air, it is that of a strong carnivorous creature no doubt!”
@Cinderella Man

Eme pauses, watching the two converse, she begins to process what she's about to say, before she opens her mouth again "Uh, there's food on the table for you right now, and a room all made up, there really isn't any need to be so brash." she half-begs, motioning to the table, where four little heads are enjoying their meal, clattering around their respective plates and bowls, and consuming the breakfast Eme had made for them. Eme hastily walks over to the table, pulling out a pair of chairs for the apparent sibling pair with a desperate smile "Stay a little while longer, you look hungry." she reasons, gently patting the seats "Hmmm?" the Germanic woman says, letting out a nervous chuckle. All around the Master Servant pair are magical trinkets, cabinets stacked full of various seals, sealed chests, sealed masks, not to mention magical weapons of old. It seems they've been haphazardly hidden behind many means of dusty heir looms and fine China, just barely making their appearance against the deeply contrasting clutter around them.

The food's pungent scent seems to have filled the house now, wafting to Haas and Archer, and enticing them to sit and eat, and enjoy the meal that's splayed in front of them with such diligence and fervor. "I'll get some orange juice too, and some milk!" she exclaims, rushing into the kitchen. "Foreigners like orange juice, right?" Eme pops her head out from the kitchen, glancing at Haas "Right?"

Haas smiled at the woman's offer of a room, more focused on food, at the moment though. "Thank you very much ma'am. We appreciate the offer, but I think we're going to leave once we pay for our meal. And, Holland isn't really all that foreign." he says, trying to take a somewhat joking tone on the last bit. Barely looking around the room, Haas seems to only now realize they were in the midst of a magus, likely a retired one, given the young children. Retaining his smile, Haas took his seat, beckoning for Archer to sit beside him as he smelled the food. "If this food's as good as it smells, we might just stay here for the week, ma'am."

Taking the first bite of his breakfast, Haas' eyes went wide, his face one of elation before he started rapidly devouring whatever was on his plate. Finishing after he scarfed it all down, Haas bumped his fist against his chest twice and gave a content smile. "Thank you for the meal, it was delicious." he said, pulling his wallet from his back pocket and asking: "How much do we owe?"

Archer tapped her foot, polishing off her meal rather slowly; feigning casualness, so she could better inspect the devices and items of clear, magical make. Now, she truly wanted to be gone; nerves edging on combat, the darkness creeping into her eyes and soul. Haas finished his meal swift, and she hardly at all. "Hurry. I wish to tarry no longer," she urges. If this was the domicile of a Magus, then she must has been one of great strength - or perhaps, considerable luck - to have survived or have never been chosen. However, perhaps she was chosen, and her Servant hung out of sight; or, worse still, she was aligned with Mandrake, and could be set against them. Rubbing her cheeks, Archer attempted to stay in control, stay in cover. "After all, we've much to do and see, Brother," she smiles brightly, "and, places to be."

"Even if this meal is rather delightful..."

Since Rika isolated herself from everyone, she had been training herself in the woods, making sure that her kicks count really hard. She wanted to condition herself first before giving a fight against the other masters and servants, stealth is the best way to go, observation on how the masters behave matters the most. Berserker deemed difficult to control as it takes effort to do so, that is why Rika isolated herself from everyone and conditioned herself in the first place. It is a fact that she cannot use advanced fire magecraft spells while having Berserker roaming free which means she couldn't fight at her fullest. Then again, what's the point of crying over spilled milk? You can't achieve success overnight.

"I just hate it when I make stupid decisions. We are going back to where we started. Furthermore, I got something that I am interested with." She said to Berserker her feelings of regret and interests. Rika keeps it to herself and knew well that as boring as this grail war, there have to be someone out there willing to show her interest and alliance if the masters even took her seriously.

This morning, Rika headed to where the masters are at, it is breakfast time and morning means first impressions, she wanted to observe but truth be told, she comes in the room.

" I would like to have an orange juice. If my terrible threat didn't work that day, I'm sure my membership in this club of clowns isn't yet terminated, if so I just have to threaten you lot nicely." Barging in like that just shows her inconsiderate and rude behavior yet maintains elegance while doing so.

She smirks. "My apologies for the rather dashingly inappropriate manners. The name is Rika Tohsaka and I would like to have a fun and interactive conversation of orange juice session with you lot." If her actions are not only rude. It is outright childish as well.

"I will repeat myself again. I change my mind. Wine instead of orange juice or face the wrath of my Berserker!" Women are quick to change their minds as what most people say, Rika summons Berserker with her childish display. Just how can people take her seriously?
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