[color=olive][h2]Richard Montag[/h2][/color]
[@GreenGoat]

Master and Servant departed from the hall, apparently the first to do so as of the moment, and walked side by side down the grand halls of Zelretch's isolated manor. Jeykl's assumption as to the time was correct, the glare of a low sun streaming through the windows beside them. 

[color=olive]"That would be an accurate assessment. While there would be no reason for you to know this, that gentlemen watching over the summoning from the back of the room was the greatest indicator of the threat we are facing."[/color] Richard said, unconsciously adjusted his own glasses as his Servant did. [color=olive]"He is the master of one of the five Sorceries left in this world, a True Magic that gives him  unparalleled access to parallel worlds and the Multiverse at large. There would be no Grail War, cooperative or otherwise, without his contributions to establishing the ritual."[/color]

This was all knowledge that was easily accessible if one had looked into the history of the Grail War, or were to assume that Zelretch single handidly designing this ritual would imply he had a hand in the Fuyuki system, but it should not diminish the impact of what it entailed. 

[color=olive]"If the Kaleidoscope sees there are disturbances in reality that require a mass summoning of Heroic Spirits, then we may be facing a threat that is beyond comprehension."[/color]

He turned to the Servant beside him, prior smile appearing very hollow as the light caught his glasses. [color=olive]"And here we stand, a humble magus and an unassuming Heroic Spirit, in opposition of such a crisis. Did Zelretch make a mistake, or is the system more perceptive then we give it credit for?"[/color]

It lasted only a moment before the seriousness flittered away and Richard returned to being the warm conversationalist he was as they walked. [color=olive]"While we have a moment to ourselves, would be comfortable telling me your name? I've been wracking my brain as to who you may be, but when that child claimed the name of Jack the Ripper I had lost my best guess. No offense, but a well-to-do Englishman of the Assassin Class of a more recent era leaves me with few guesses."[/color]
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[color=gold][h2]Margarita Reynard[/h2][/color]
[@VitaVitaAR] [@Raineh Daze] [@Cojemo]

It was to no ones surprise that the child Servant devoured the offered treat with glee, Margarita remaining quiet while Faust reduced the scone to a shower of crumbs onto the floor and exploded into an exuberant dialogue that the Enforcer was far more prepared for this time around. Talk of summoning made it clear that she was now facing a Caster, and a Caster whose skills lied in summoning or conjuring rather then direct magical confrontation.

Margarita may have wanted to see Caster happy as she was, it would have been a bit much to allow  her to use her Noble Phantasm -Or so she assumed the Doll was- in a room of freshly summoned Servants who are likely suspicious of those around them. She hadn't a child of her own, but even Margarita knew that it would be better to redirect the child's attention rather then outright berating them. 

[color=gold]"Caster dear, how about we go make some new friends before you show me yours? It looks like everyone here is meeting for the first time so we don't want to overwhelm them all with too many people, you see?"[/color] Margarita said, looking about for someone who  she could placate the eager child with. As much as Caster wanted to see a knight, those donning heavy plate armor in the room didn't seem to be the most welcoming at the moment, save that radiant blonde woman with the silver armor, but she was a bit far off from them. Her gaze had honed in on a tall man in blue who seemed to be handling the exuberant ballerina that was his Master very well, a trait Margarita thought worthy of having Caster introduced to the pair, only for the both of them to run off and open dialogue with a beleaguered Witch of Betrayal.

It would have been likely she locked her gaze on one Irishmen's mole had the crowd not blocked her view, leaving Margarita to finally settle upon a young woman trying to dress there Assassin in something less scandalous. Knives and identity aside, the Master seemed sensible and the Servant was complying with the request to not disembowel them all, so she decided to take a chance on the two and see about Lancer and his Master when they weren't antagonizing a Mage from the Age of Gods.

[color=gold]"Hey, those two look like they could use a friend. How about we say hello and introduce ourselves?"[/color] Margarita rose and settled a hand on Faust's head, giving her hair an affectionate pat as she tried to guide them over to Jack and new mother.

[color=gold]"Excuse me, Ms. Vinla-Meir. Would you perhaps be going to the cafeteria? I was wondering if you would not mind Caster and I tagging along. She's very eager to make friends."[/color]