[color=olive][h2]Richard Montag[/h2][/color]
[@GreenGoat] [@Flamelord]  [@Beloss]
While the assurance that his Assassin was indeed not Jack the Ripper was a given, the ease with which he handled the knife still had Richard contemplating Victorian Era serial killer. It would not be impossible to think he had summoned the predecessors of the Ripper, Spring Heeled jack, which would have left Richard with a true terror for anyone for anyone that opposes him. Of course he had to concede that Spring Heeled Jack was always reported to be a rather demonic figure with sharp claws and fire breath, which just didn't mesh with the clean cut look of the man before him. 

Considering that knives have long been the tool of cutthroats, chefs, butchers, physicians, soldiers, sailors, and housewives alike, Richard could have spent days hypothesizing as to his Servants identity, though this was time which would be better spent elsewhere so the magus was glad to have the spirit answer for himself.

However, before Assassin could properly introduce himself, Richard was alerted to their brief reprise from the masses being ended by the arrival of an armored Servant -Not to mention the veritable stampede of Berserkers and Cat Girls wanting to feast- with a noticeable accent, most certainly one of the knight classes judging by his form and manner. A brow rose on the Magus' face as the name of Nevsky's lord was spoken, Richard seemingly taken aback by the suddenness of such a proposal in the first minutes after their summoning.

[color=olive]"Ah yes, Lord Walgrave. Well I do believe we were off to the dining hall as everyone else is, but he is more then welcome to join us. With such prolific company like yourself and the other legends of old, it seems only fitting to discuss the future over a banquet."[/color]

Even as Richard warmly invited Nevsky and Walgrave to converse over food and drink, he tapped into the bond between Servant and Master to convey an amused message within the sanctity of their minds. [color=olive][i]"It looks like you are already a hot market commodity, Assassin."[/i][/color]



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[color=darkviolet][h2]Tamamo No Mae[/h2][/color]
[@KoL] [@Raineh Daze] [@Nanashi Ninanai]

Caster tittered giddily as her Master responded kindly to her forward advances, not making any effort to dissuade the amorous concubine from the proximity she had so desired. It was not like Tamamo would say no to the randomly chosen love of her new life, and nothing built up a relationship like direct contact for extended periods of time. Why else was Ananta laying her claim on her Master when confronted by the Grecian Witch, or that adorable child would then latch onto said witch for dear life? Tamamo could smell the budding romance in the air, and since she didn't have to kill each and every person in the room that opposed her Master, she had no trouble wishing them all the best of luck.

 From her comfortable hold upon Seyrun's arm, she was beginning to take in those around her with more detail, vaguely recalling the stories of a few from her own homeland until a tremor in her reflector had her focus on one figure in particular. Regal in garb and manner, with a reflector to match Tamamo's own, was Queen Himiko. This was something of a pleasant surprise for the vulpine Servant, who knew well that Himiko was a devout follower of the very Goddess that Tamamo was an aspect of, therefor by Tamamo's logic, Himiko may as well be her priestess as well. 

[color=darkviolet]"Hey! Himi- Oh! Master!"[/color] She had raised her hand to cheerily wave to the potential friend in a foreign land, but before she could get a word in edge wise, Seyrun was off like a shot to chase after the Einzbern Master, supplicating before the clearly disinterested woman as though seeking favor. Svetlease covered for herself with a textbook deflection, but having served in the Imperial Court, Tamamo could practically see the homunculus looking down her nose at Seyrun. Despite lacking any knowledge on Seyrun's actual political standing among the modern days societal elite, Tamamo was assured of her greatness against all facts to the contrary and instantly came to dislike this noble Master.

[color=darkviolet]"Master~"[/color] Knowing that confrontation this early would bring them nothing but a disservice later on, the imperial concubine thought it better to disengage and try again later once Svetlease was ready to beg Seyrun for her services. With a flutter of her eye lashes and eager wag of the tail, Tamamo pulled Seyrun into the room and towards a section of the long table not looking like a warzone as Servants tore about wild game, seating the both of them so they could see the door and try to wave down her priestess later. [color=darkviolet]"Sooooo, my name is Tamamo No Mae, and I'm going to be beside you for this conflict. Can my great and magnanimous Master tell me about herself?"[/color]

There truly was no greater distraction then talking about oneself at length to an attentive audience.