[center][h1][b]Albert Prelati[/b][/h1]

Interacting with: Berserker ([@Grey])[/center]

[center][h2]An internet cafe across the street from Ahnenerbe - 1:34 PM December 2nd, 2012[/h2][/center]

[hider]Albert yawned sleepily, his eyes transfixed on the cheap cup of black fluid the temperature of magma that was cooling ever so slowly on the table in front of him. He gazed at it forlornly. Oh what he wouldn't give for a cup of Cafe Royal, or even monk's brew. Hell, he'd even take that disgusting Irish coffee rather than this soulless stygian sludge. But, he admitted, it was something he desperately needed after spending all night searching fruitlessly for Assassin with Berserker, someone who seemed to come into possession of a limitless reservoir of stamina and patience whenever someone uttered the word "saracen", who had refused to quit until the dawn of the morning light. 

As a result, he'd slept through the whole morning, and missed his own meeting that he himself had proposed. It was an embarrassment for sure, but not one without its silver linings. Truth be told, it had never been his intention to actually attend the meeting. He'd merely suggested it as a scheme to gather a bunch of Masters in one place where he could observe them from afar and maybe stir up some trouble. 

Indeed, that was why he and Berserker were currently sitting in such a relatively low-end internet cafe directly opposite the Ahnenerbe, drinking this unholy mess made of coffee beans and human suffering. He wanted to observe. Only a fool would expose himself in a situation like this, and while it was true what he'd said last night about being in direct line of sight of numerous witnesses, "acceptable losses" may as well have been the Holy Grail War's unofficial title (right next to "collateral damage" and "electric boogaloo"), and mages were not afraid to kill any number of innocents if they thought they could get away with it. 

Instead, he'd watch and wait from a relatively safe distance to see who took the bait. Those who showed up and were willing to wait for him long enough to prove some level of dedication to the idea of an alliance would be rewarded with a more private consultation once night fell. Anyone else who approached the cafe but did not stay to hear him out or tried to attack would receive a nifty little bug, and a much less friendly visit after he was done negotiating with everyone else.

It was an acceptable plan, especially in his current sleep-deprived state. There was just one problem. No one had shown up. The cafe had been empty since morning, and it seemed as though it would remain that way, in defiance of all logic and common sense. It was baffling.

"Ma chère," he said sleepily to Berserker, dressed in her civilian clothes. "Do you see anyone? 'As anyone shown up yet?"

To bide his time and keep himself awake a little bit longer, he decided he'd Google Togami as promised. That was the only other good reason he could think of why he'd chosen this dump to stake out the Ahnenerbe in.
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