[h2]Svetleaze von Einzbern[/h2]

Some shine on it? Metal wouldn't add much to the functionality of the heavy axe-sword, particularly gold, and wouldn't be as reinforced as the rest of it. Though he might be onto something entirely by accident... with her magecraft, precious metals would make it possible to add more than physical might to her strikes, or get sudden range at the expense of strength. If it was still needed after the first grail, then the homunculus would see about improving her offensive capabilities.

Like so many other people in this room, her Servant apparently had food on the mind--ridiculous, given that there was no need for any Servant to eat, but Svetleaze supposed that simply being able to eat again was considered reason enough for the heroes, whilst Masters realised he difficulty of finding food whilst on a scavenger hunt.

"Very well, Kintoki. Follow me," the homunculus said, leading the way towards the cafeteria.

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[h2]Ghyslaine Vinla-Meir[/h2]

Returning Jack's hug was easy, though it made Ghyslaine a little disappointed that even though she was quite tall, the Assassin was still too large to pick up. Less easily addressed was the serial killer's obvious penchant for... well, killing people. It was particularly uncanny coming from such an innocent-looking child and made worse by needing to accept that, as Assassin, her role was going to be to sneak up and violently butcher enemies in the course of their search for the Grails.

"You won't need to kill anyone here. It's safe," or hopefully would be, "Why don't we get something to eat and see if there's anyone else your age?"

The brunette offered one hand for Jack to take. Maybe she could pack lunch and then find some clothes whilst the others were eating, though finding something that fit might be a little tricky. At least that way her outfit would be less risque.

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[h2]Medea[/h2]

Atalanta's unexpected outburst earned her a glare--a rather impressive one, given that it was coming from about the third least-imposing Servant in the room and the only one that was an adult. Even more so with her eyes still being covered by a hood, which just went to show what could be done with magecraft with enough skill and a desire to look imposing given [i]everyone else[/i] here. The glare was, in Caster's opinion, well deserved; [i]nobody[/i] got away with calling her a witch.

Maybe she should tell some of these athletic types that Atalanta enjoyed foot races? That would be a quick and easy revenge, since it was unlikely that every one of them knew about their myths. Or, with her physical features, it couldn't be too hard to modify catnip slightly... or take advantage of the leylines running through here to induce a similar effect on susceptible targets. 

But like all revenge, it would be slow in the coming. Any of those plans needed time to bring to fruition and it seemed unwise to ignore her anchor to this world to begin plotting so soon before all these Servants needed to take action. With her attention back on Althienna, the magus seemed mysterious rather than fully ominous once again.

"I am indeed Caster, though as this situation makes class an unclear label, you may call me Medea," she said. How did her Master have so much hair without it being magical in any way?