[center][h1][color=f7941d]Catherine Delacroix[/color][/h1][/center]
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Catherine blinked slowly as the figure appeared, and noted it's dainty movements and feminine voice. Scowling softly, she began muttering curses at the damned priest.

[color=f7941d]"Que merde manger dégénéré. What the fuck is he trying to pull here?"[/color] The nun muttered darkly as she rolled her self closer to her Servant.

Catherine studied the hooded figure. It certainly didn't have the traditional stature of a hero, looking quite small engulfed in it's whites cloak. The figure was also quite short, Catherine would have been taller had she not been in her wheel chair. Ignoring the physically unimpressive form that stood in front of her, she noted the bulge on the Servant's hip that hinted at a sword.

[color=f7941d]"Yes, I am Sister Delacroix and your master, Rider,"[/color] Catherine replied to the question while pulling her sleeve down to reveal the red, intricate star-shaped command seal, [color=f7941d]"Now, show me your true form Rider."[/color]