[color=gold][h2]Margarita Reynard[/h2][/color]
[@VitaVitaAR] [@Raineh Daze] [@Rin]

It was with equal measures surprise and joy that Margarita found her efforts bore pleasant fruit and her Servant latched onto Assassin like they were sisters. Assassin's Master was another victory on the diplomatic front as the magus was very accommodating, acting more like a responsible parent then a Master would typically handle things, and would likely have more energy to keep up with the both of the eccentric children.

Margarita was also confronted with the bewildering revelation of her Servant's identity. While there was little reason to lie in this regard, the Enforcer's mind was having trouble reconciling the child with the more common image of an aged man, or so she assumed Faust to be. While it wasn't to say that Margarita didn't have the time, she wasn't the most broadly read of woman in terms of literature outside the arcane works required for her lifestyle. Lacking any reason to reject Caster's identity, she pushed aside any concerns with same ease that the Master of Atalanta had in summoning a cat girl, and joined the trio in their contemplations of food.

[color=gold]"I do believe Faust would be glad to join Jack, though I hope they don't mind if their summoner's tag along."[/color] Margarita said as she rested both hands on the eager child's shoulders, keen on not letting a Caster bolt and roam the facility unattended. As cute as a playdate between Jack and Faust sounded, letting them play around or even run off ahead to find the cafeteria on there own sounded like a recipe for disaster. The kind involving lots of screaming, woman missing their ovaries, demons running rampant, and Zelretch awfully cross with the irresponsible Masters...or darkly amused at the chaos they would unleash in their quest for cake / maternal affection.

Then Margarita realized she had made a slight faux pas and directed her attention to Jack's Master with an apologetic smile. [color=gold]"Forgive me for not introducing myself. I'm Margarita, Faust's Master. Perhaps it was presumptuous but I thought with Servants such as ours, it would be good to introduce ourselves early so they aren't alienated among the more, well..."[/color] The aged Enforcer trailed off with her eyes turning towards the trio of Irish Lancers in skin tight bodysuits, or the most recent figure in imposing silver and red armor. [color=gold]"Others."[/color]

[color=gold]"Care to lead the way?"[/color]
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[color=darkviolet][h2]Tamamo No Mae[/h2][/color]
[@KoL] [@Raineh Daze] [@Nanashi Ninanai]

Tamamo had been validated in her vigil of the entrance when Himiko had entered with her Master close behind. For all the adoration Tamamo held for her Master, the resonance of her mirror with the Queen's  was something wholly unexpected  in even a War as bizarre as their present conflict, and there was genuine interest in meeting an actual priestess of the Goddess Tamamo was derived from. She knew that Himiko felt the connection too, it was impossible not to with their abilities, so witnessing the other Caster's subsequent arrival and dismissal was disheartening to say the least. Tamamo would have been left sulking with ears flattened against her head had Seyrun not been the beacon of warmth and compassion that she-

[color=darkviolet]"Urrk!"[/color] There was an audible twitch from the Vulpine Servant who had the great displeasure of hearing her name mangled by her warm, compassionate, and foreign Master. It was almost enough to make her miss the compliment that followed right after, and the subsequent emergence of a recantgular device fitting in Seyrun's palm. Contrary to most modern Magi, she could correctly identify it as a cell phone thanks to the Grail's cursory information dump.

She should have been elated to hear the proper enunciation of her name. Should have, were it not for Seyrun saying she was researching Tamamo's own history, as written by her killers. Her kitsune features betrayed the horror that threatened to drown her in negativity while her face bore false exuberance, knowing that history bore her nothing but ill will and portrayed her in a very unflattering light. It was a small mercy then that Seyrun hadn't the time or was simply being polite at the table that she didn't read anything in depth, instead skimming the abridged notes and leaving the fictitious details for another time.

Preferably never, if Tamamo had a say in it

Bobbing her head to Seyrun's self introduction eased Tamamo out of the mental tail spin and solidified her tenuous hold on reality long enough that she felt capable of speaking without her voice cracking. Still, the offered wine was as good an excuse to hold off on testing that theory. Tamamo accepted the glass poured for her and raised it to her lips, eager to address the dryness in her throat that frankly shouldn't have been possible, but not before raising it in a private toast to her Master.

[color=darkviolet]"T-To...our long and happy relationship."[/color]
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