[h2]Amalie Georg Faust, Caster[/h2]

For a few, shocked moments, Caster stared in horror at the Assassin. No, that couldn't be true... what kind of terrible life must she have had? It must truly, truly been full of misery and despair, horror and loneliness... A life of nothing but soul-crushing sadness. After all.. she had never tried cake before! How awful! Clutching Gretchen firmly to her chest, Caster took a firm step forward, and with her right hand pointed upwards towards the little Assassin's presumed-Master.

"Your Master is right!" she declared, loudly, practically stomping her feet as she did, "You need to try some cake you need to try it soon it's wonderful and it makes you feel all great and I feel really really bad you haven't had any cake it's terrible and horrible and bad and you need to eat lots of cake lots and lots all different kinds to make up for it I'll learn how to bake a cake and then bake one for you and you can have some then and drink lots of milk and we can have a tea party you and me and Gretchen and Margarita and your Master all together and we can have fun and I'll invite all my friends!"

Yes, that was it. This was a firm plan within Caster's mind. There was no way she would ever be shaken from this, she now felt it was her sworn duty. To introduce Assassin to cake, and have a tea party with her. She had to. The poor girl had never had cake before! Gretchen agreed, too, that it was important to be nice to her! Gretchen also seemed a bit worried about the way such a girl qualified for Assassin, and what could have happened to her to cause that, but Faust wasn't worried about that at all! She'd treat her nicely either way!

Of course, Faust's rambling was paused for a moment when the Master asked her identity.

"Oh, that's right! We don't need to keep secrets!" she chirped, with a cheerful smile as she reached out and rapidly shook the Master's hand, "I'm Amalie Georg Faust!"

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[h2]Althienna Ly Van Del Vanten[/h2]

Barely perceptibly, Althienna relaxed slightly as the blue-suited Lancer relented. The most intriguing matters, now, were the nature of the little girl and her own Servant's relationship... and just why the Lancer had a bizarre fashion sense. Though she had to agree with him on one matter. It would be rather nice if Medea wore something cuter... Ah, but now was not the time for such contemplations, now, was it? Nor was it time for Althienna to take in the sight of the other highly attractive woman in skintight clothing that had just appeared from nearby. As much as it would be nice to take in that particular sight, of course, Althienna decided the best course of action as to attempt to keep an eye on her own Servant. After all, it seemed only proper to stay close.

... And, oddly enough, Medea was offering to solve a... [i]oh[/i]. Yes, now she could tell what was happening... Thankfully, her interests lie elsewhere. Still, for others... oh, if someone allowed it to affect them, that could be quite hazardous... The Lancer would of course have to undergo some changes in order to effect [i]her[/i].

"My my, so many Lancers, all with such... unique senses of fashion~"