[h2][center]Kumozaki Keisuke[/center][/h2]
Keisuke smiled as Atalanta responded to his handshake, and though the public introduction was kind of strange, he couldn't find fault in doing so. Her actions immediately thereafter, on the other hand, were a different matter.

[i]"So much for cooperation, huh?"[/i] he sighed internally as Atalanta simultaneously gave the Caster respect and took it away. It was certainly a strange set of affairs he had found himself in, but at the very least... They weren't at each other's throats?

Quite frankly, it was more of a Pyrrhic victory than anything else, but the fact that his Servant was already protective of him was kind of unexpected. As far as he knew, Atalanta had been far from the sort of person that would do something like this in mythology...

Was Medea's Noble Phantasm truly worrisome enough to warrant such a reaction? For the sake of everyone else in the room, he certainly hoped as much...

"Er... Well, I appreciate the thought, Atalanta, but... For now, I think we shouldn't antagonize anyone," he suggested, trying to diffuse the situation as best he could without the Wizard Marshal having to step in. "Our job should take precedence for the moment, so I recommend we discuss more on the way to the dining hall. You should know as well as I do that hunting on an empty stomach is dangerous."

Placing his right hand on Atalanta's left shoulder as he turned to leave the room, Keisuke glanced back at Medea and her Master, in hopes that they wouldn't take [i]too[/i] much offense to Atalanta's actions.
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[h2][center]Sakata Kintoki[/center][/h2]
"Yep, that's me! Sakata Kintoki, class: Berserker. Your weapon seems pretty cool, Master, but it'd be cool to have some shine on it, y'know? Well, whatever happens, I'm with you all the way!" Kintoki declared, giving a thumbs-up to Svetleaze before looking around the room again. The appearance of a certain fox-eared Servant caused him to raise one of his eyebrows in curiosity. Of course, the aviator shades masked some of the momentary wariness, but the GOLDEN Berserker simply shrugged it off and turned back to his Master.

"Man, though, I'm in the mood for some food; haven't eaten in AGES. You wanna go get some grub right now? I mean, like, assuming you're not waiting for someone or somethin' like that. Your choice."

Kintoki tossed his axe into the air before slipping his hands into his pockets, the axe itself dematerializing as it began to fall. Though he certainly had the strength to carry it around, the thing was still pretty damn heavy to hold onto; if he could help it, punching things to death could do the job in case anything went wrong. Or wrestling. He was pretty good at that, too.