It is the year 2012. The Date: December 1st. The long and arduous task of gathering servants, and masters alike for a new holy war has already begun but at the request of the mage association the very first fight has yet to truly start. The war zone is a city known as Fuyuki City located in Japan which has held multiple wars there during it's life time. Many heroes from beyond time have appeared from times past, present, and future to serve in this war known simply as the Holy Grail war. Typically there are at the very least several servants at maximum vying for the chance to get their wish granted by the Holy Grail itself. Said to be able to perform most any wish theoretically the grail is greatly treasured by mages.

However only those whom the grail selects as worthy masters are worthy attending. And somehow this year despite the odds fourteen master have been selected...no one knows what it means. Or how have doubles of each servant class would work. Would new classes show up? Would old ones change? Would there be no change just more chaos? The Mage's Association has planned ahead this time to both guarantee a winner after the failure to declare one last war by sending two overseers, one monk in training and a father, to make sure things go smoothly with all the servants. The overseer himself has also decided to step up to the plate and add additional rules to the tournament first however he asked that all willing magi meet him at the Fuyuki City Cathedral built and paid for by a wealthy owner from the association itself and donated as neutral ground for the war.

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Prologue: The Third Great Holy Grail War

The time is 6:00, and the cold night air is flowing all around the city with some minor snow falling from the sky. It wasn't anything to worry about but it was pretty, and very cold all the same. The fact that the war hadn't officially kicked off yet meant that either the overseer was really powerful, the servants weren't all in the city yet, or no one really cared to start a fight before all the dice were thrown. Either way things would start very soon. Probably by the end of the night if what Leon Winchester had thought was true. Leon was clothed from head to toe in thick clothing just to make certain he wouldn't catch anything.

He had a wool cap on even and that was something he hated wearing. Beside him walked his ever kind and prized ally Saber. Saber....Saber was too good for this world. He didn't mean that sarcastically she was a literal saint. Saying that Saber was kinder than anyone he had ever met was down playing it. Like the fact that he had never once seen her get upset, or angry in the whole span of a month. She had talked people down to stop them from fighting as if it were second nature. Merely existing made the world seem brighter. Saber was a woman of very many virtues and it showed in how she acted. She was calm, considerate, and strong enough that her will power seemed indomitable. Leon figured as much as she was the fair maiden who burdened at the stake so long ago. Now though she was at his side. She was beautiful, gracious, and a force to be reckoned with. Whoever they fought in this war Saber could best them. He had to believe in her as she believed in god.

Even now as she walked beside him, grabbing his coat to make sure nothing bad happened to him, she was one of the cutest girls he had ever seen. Though he knew better than to say so otherwise he wouldn't be a man anymore himself. She was a saint any reason to hint that he may have feelings for her, not that he DID for certain, would make things awkward. She was wearing a black jacket, and some casual white pants. Her long blonde hair blew behind her with the chilly winter air. She had chosen to forgo her usual steel hair thing she wore today and focus on appearing more like an average girl. Despite them going to a rather rural area down in the southern corner of the town Saber wanted to make sure she didn't stand out.

"It's a beautiful evening isn't it?" Leon chimed in as they turned a corner. They had been walking for about twenty minutes now. The two of them had been mostly silent nothing to really talk about that they hadn't already talked about before leaving the house. Besides that Saber wasn't exactly the best talker in the world. "It is so different from France. But it is so pretty all the same my lord.
I am glad that you chose to take a walk with me today instead of going on a bus. I just wish we could see the stars. With all the pollution in modern society and with all the lights in the city it makes it hard to see the constellations. When I was alive I use to gaze upon them and wonder what magnificence god had beyond them. It brings me back to a time long ago." Saber said with a happy smile. She was full of a serene joy that followed her everywhere. Despite knowing full well what it meant to be back in the real world Saber was fully intent on experiencing the world around them. Everywhere she went she tried her best to help others no matter what.

Why...why was Saber so god damn perfect? He didn't understand how a human being, heroic spirit or not, could ever be so kind, and selfless. It made Leon feel ashamed to be the way he was. He was forcing this woman to dirty her otherwise clean hands. According to legend she had never intentionally killed someone herself. Leon looked over at Saber and frowned slightly at the girl whom he had spent the last month, or two. He hadn't spent too much time with Saber as she was in prayer often, and if not she often was out helping others. Leon hadn't chosen to spend time with her intentionally though Saber would often insist that he did. It wasn't that Leon didn't like Saber but he didn't really compare all that well to her.

The experience had been hard to adjust to and it was hard to properly sympathize with Saber. Leon lacked any sort of real religious attachment. He had always taught that power was strength, and you needed to prove that power to survive. But Saber prayed everyday to god and put all of her faith to the test every time she saw the new injustices that the modern world brought. "You look cold my lord I told you to dress warmer. Come I have brought some extra clothes just in case. You must be careful with your health. Your life isn't just your own I am tied to you." Saber said softly as she stopped suddenly pulling Leon closer to her she reached inside of her coat and pulled out a scarf and then wrapped it around his neck. It wasn't the most pleasant thing ever and he kept quiet because he knew Saber was trying her best despite her inhuman strength.

"I feel really awkward being called 'lord' Saber. But if it makes you comfortable I suppose you can keep calling me that." Leon tried to say as Saber frowned but not in anger rather she was upset, "I'm sorry my lo-Leon I just am so use to calling people who are above me lord. It's more comfortable for me to do so. However if it pleases you I can call you by your name if you desire."
Saber said with a sad tone as she looked at him apologetically she would be one to apologize for doing nothing wrong. However when Leon smile at her she realized she hadn't done anything wrong and smiled back at him. "Call me whatever you want Saber. If that makes you feel better than that's fine by me. You don't need to hang onto me though." Leon said to her teasing her as Saber shook her head. "I hope this is not an issue. However I feel that by keeping you within arm reach I can prevent the enemy from harming you. As a master you're a primary target for any would be servant. As dishonorable as that may be there are many in this war who may not share my sentiments. Once we're at the church I'll leave you be." Saber told Leon calmly in response as Leon nodded in return it was embarrassing but...he'd let her have her way.
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As Leon came to a stop he saw a man in a black priest's robes, and a cross dangling from his robes in front. He had mittens on, and had long dark brown hair. He didn't appear to be the main overseer. As Leon approached he turned his head, and acknowledged him. "So then our second guest is here? Welcome Master. Servant I would ask that you stay out here. I'm afraid servants aren't welcome on neutral ground at the moment. Too many servants in the middle of the same place could cause a ruckus. Of course fighting is forbidden out here so close as well. But there is much more room for all of you to do what you will out here. I apologize for the inconvenience it is the will of the Overseer." the man said as Leon frowned, and nodded his head then took a look at Saber. "Will you be ok out here?" Leon asked of Saber who acknowledged Leon with an abrupt nod. "You need not worry about my health my lord. I survived much worse." Saber told him politely out as she let Leon go and turned away and looked towards a nearby building. There were a few buildings nearby as the cathedral was located just outside the bigger more modern parts of the city.

"Would you mind assisting me in this matter of keeping the peace?" the man asked as Saber turned her head and frowned. "Sorry my good sir but I don't believe that it would be wise for me to stay here. Another master will come by and I don't need people looking at me for my statistics while I'm standing guard. However I shall wait." Saber stated just as politely as before. Leon took one last look at Saber before nodding at him and entering through the front door after walking down the small pathway leading there from the front gate. Saber then vanished into mist and went to go find a suitable lookout. She was ready to go and find her master if she needed to do so.

As he entered the cathedral he was immediately welcomed by the warmth that was hoping for. The room was spacious, and had many door ways and entrances to other areas however a small sign indicated where he should go. Leon looked around and felt the need to pull off his extra clothing and stuff the stuff he could into his jacket pockets. He then put all the stuff up hanging from the coat hanger, and then placed his shoes by the entrance as was customary in Japan. He took one last look back at the closed door. He made his way through the door until he came to a large hall with a single teenager in there around his age. He had bright tanish hair, and dark brown eyes. He looked well off as he was wearing a suit, and was well groomed. He'd probably be trouble later. "I was told we're to wait here until more people come. The overseer has left for the moment to procure some things. He'll be right back. Of course the fo-good man has been gone for awhile now." the young man said with a sophisticated tone, and it was clear he was a bit of a snotty jerk. At least by standards of being a prep kid. At least he wasn't being an asshole...yet. Now to just wait for more people.

It's a cold Winter evening and a few snowflakes are falling on top of the roof of what is particularly humble, 1-Star hotel on the outskirts of Fuyuki City, Japan. This sorry excuse of a hotel is usually avoided by tourists, who often favor something a bit more traditional-looking and more expensive when visiting the land of the rising sun. In the West, this is the kind of small hotel that would mainly get visited by eloping couples renting a room for just one night of privacy in their forbidden affair. However, in Japan even that kind of customers were rare, since Japanese women were known for having a stronger sense of honor and dignity, while Japanese men were known for owning katanas and knowing how to use them! Needless to say, this hotel wasn't much. But, it'd have to do for one Orazio Grimaldi Jr., heir to the Grimaldi family of mages, who had rented a room there temporarily, hoping to get some more allowance from his 'Pops', in order to eventually secure better and cozier lodgings for himself in this Holy Grail War that his family had more or less forced the poor kid to partake in.

This evening saw young Orazio in the middle of having a nap, as he slept lazily on his small hotel room's bed, clad in only a white shirt and his boxer briefs, snoring loudly enough to wake up an elephant, all the while a big snot bubble grew in and out of his nostril as he snored. Unbeknownst to our total slacker of a magus, something unseeable was lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike... waiting... waiting... THUMP. Orazio's snot bubble burst like a balloon, as he was rudely woken from his lazy slumber by the suffocating feeling of an enormous weight suddenly landing on his torso. "GYAAAAAKK!! H-huh... what the?! Who did!" The coral-haired youth blurted out, still very much in a daze from being so roughly awoken.

"Men are such sloths..." A woman of all things was sitting on the boy's torso, pinning him firmly on the bed he lied upon; She had fair skin and long, wavy, raven hair. She wore a flowing, black dress that looked like it came from ancient times, along with a decent amount of golden jewelry on her person. A V-shaped slit on the front of her dress revealed a fair amount of cleavage, though not so much of it as to qualify as indecent or vulgar. The lower part of her dress was slit on both sides, which combined with the woman’s current position of sitting on top of another person, revealed quite a bit of her long, pristine legs, while she also appeared to be barefoot. Normally, a man would be ecstatic at the sight of a presentable woman like that sitting on top of them and even exposing her assets for good measure, but the boy in question would prooobably be more worried about the archaic-looking axe that the woman was currently pointing literally at his throat! "If you had the nerve to summon me to fight for you in this foolish, futile War of yours, you should at least have the decency to take this more seriously… Master." The raven-haired woman told the young Orazio in a tone filled with contempt, though her face made no grimace to display such an emotion, instead staring unamusedly at the kid with her empty-looking, piercing blue eyes.

"A-A-Assassin!?" Orazio said with a clear stutter and an audible gulp. "What did you wake me up for, gurl!? I was taking a nap! Even my sick rhymes need a rest once in a while, yo!" The coral-haired youth protested, trying to inject street lingo into his speech pattern, but failing miserably at it.

Needless to say, Assassin was less than amused by her Master’s embarrassing attitude, yet she was capable of maintaining her composure well enough to give him a stoic, but still stern reply. "I trust you have not forgotten that the regulators of this silly War have called for a meeting between all Masters this evening. Unless you wish to be marked as a rogue and have everybody out for your blood, I implore you to get there with haste." The axe-wielding Servant said, before dissolving into spirit form, disappearing completely from view.

"Stupid Assassin, telling me what to do… You’re not my mum!" Orazio complained under his teeth in quite the grumpy mood, as he begrudgingly got up from the bed. The Grimaldi magus dressed up quickly and sloppily, donning a green jersey that was a couple sizes too big for him, baggy sweatpants and white sneakers. He then put on a pair of visor-esque sunglasses, a baseball cap, and lastly several different-colored wristbands. Around his neck, the rapper wannabe hung a golden chain necklace with the initials ‘O.G.’ engraved on it. "Alright, the Real O.G. is on the run, yo! We’re gonna win the Grail and have fun, yo! The gurls back home are gonna call me hun, yo!" Orazio rhymed badly, before sliding his baseball cap sideways upon his head and taking off.

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After about half an hour, give or take, the young Orazio had finally reached the Fuyuki City Cathedral. Standing just by the open gates leading to the church's main courtyard, the unconventionally-dressed magus called out to a man dressed in priest's robes. "Yo, Church bro! I'm here for the meeting, yo! Is this the right place?" The coral-haired teenager asked the long-haired man, while waving his arms frantically to get the latter's attention.

Meanwhile, Assassin kept herself hidden, sitting on top of the branch of a cherry blossom tree located just outside the perimeter that was the Church's neutral grounds. Her 'Presence Concealment' Skill was active in order to avoid being detected by others. "Hmph... Fool." The archaic-dressed woman harrumphed to herself as she watched her Master from a distance.

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Togami looked at the individual whom had just walked in. He wasn't entirely sure if this was some elaborate joke, a farce, or if this man had walked into the wrong place. "That would depend on what meeting you're here for..." commented Togami as he adjusted his glasses with his hand. "Yeah we're not here for confessions, or anything like that boss if you want to do something actually holy I'd say it'd be better to go to the pews and waiting for someone there." Leon added in as he looked at the new guy make some spastic waves with his hands about in a bizarre fashion. "This meeting is for people who didn't bumble their way off the street of Las Vegas. Trust me you won't be doing yourself any favors if you stay here and you don't know what this meeting is for." Togami further said trying to hold down his deep seated disgust for this ruffian. Leon considered what would happen if this guy wasn't a master. He could have just ended his own life if he walked in here without prior knowledge of the event. Rules dictated people who knew about the war and weren't magi died. Period. If not him, or Saber then the overseer would do it. He wondered who exactly was the servant this guy Togami had summoned.

The time was... 9:00am on the first of December morn. Adan and Kiyohime were preparing themselves for the first large scale event of the grail war so far. They had both woken up in the same room this morning, at roughly the same time, at least Adan thought it was the same time considering Kiyohime had her eyes closed until he roused her. She had given him that look of questioning again, as if she was wondering which day would be the day that he proposed his love to her. Kiyohime was certainly a strange Berserker but he would be lying he if hadn't grown at least partially attached to her enough to care about her well-being both emotionally and physically.

They had both lazed around in their nightwear. Adan wearing a shirt and track pants, and Kiyohime wearing her Kimono. Safe to say they both just wanted to relax as much as possible before the war began. Neither of them were really warmongers to say the least. So they spent most of the day watching movies that Kiyohime had selected on the first shop purchase for food. Time flew as they just sat together quietly contemplating what they were going to do when the time came and Soon it was time to get ready. Kiyohime wanted them to have more time together watching these high-budget plays, but it was time to go to war. Adan wasn't going to miss out such an opportunity.

Adan dressed himself in his favorite suit and tie combination, He looked like someone from the business district of the city, he wasn't overtly casual but the suit didn't scream that he had large expenses of money. It was a nice middle-class suit. It also gave him enough free arm movement for combat in case that was necessary. To put it simply, he was prepared for every reasonable eventuality considering that they were in a war zone.

Kiyohime herself wanted to go out in her Kimono but considering how much that would stand out even if they were in her home country of origin. Adan had procured her a medium class female workers outfit. He made sure the outfits bared resemblance to show that they were cohesive partners. She got dressed at relative speed, though some concepts left her confused. She left her ribbon that she was supposed to wear as a neck piece off as she headed downstairs to visit her loved one.

"Adan, Dear, I can't seem to get this thing on." She said in her usual sweet tone that she reserved only for him. He eyed her out of the corner of his eye. Her long waist length hair was fully exposed as usual. It was its usual blueish tone. Adan finished his last checks of the contents of the brown cross shaped bag as he pulled it onto the table. "First aid kit is done." He said as he walked over to her, lightly taking the ribbon from her hands. "Please hold still." He said as he tied the ribbon to the collar of her shirt, adjusting the length accordingly. Kiyohime was happy with how close he was it seemed as she had a slight smile of satisfaction. Ideas running through her brain perhaps she should never learn how to tie it in order to have this be a staple of the morning.

Once Adan had finished affixing the ribbon to her attire he decided to tell her about the one pressing issue about her outfit. "Kiyohime-chan, your hair is too long. It'll get caught while we are about and get all ruined. You should really tie it up, if you want to keep it in such good condition, secondly your going to need to hide your white horns, as much as they suit you they don't fit in a modern society, we don't want everyone knowing all our secrets before we even get started." He told her after patting her head much to her joy. He would never make her make any permanent changes to her appearance. He didn't have any right.

He liked to think that they were equals, not Master or Servant, not lord and subject. They were partners. He doubted Kiyohime would want it any other way. He left the room as Kiyohime tied up her hair, masking its considerable length through a very ornate weaved braid. He had to check each and every rune he had installed in the house for defensive purposes. They acted as a secure parameter. Anyone with unauthorised magic circuits or anyone that started to travel upstairs will feel a shock the equivalent of a standard issue taser while also tripping an alarm. In total there was four runes, one in each corner of the house creating a safe parameter. Where things inside stay in and things outside stay out. Which is good because it made the house sound proof and considering they were in the development district of the city, drowning out the sounds of machinery was a very much welcome addition.

Kiyohime soon finished making a small dinner and called out to the thing that meant most to her. "Adan, Cereals ready!" She called though not trying to deafen her future husband otherwise how could he hear her proclamations of love. If he couldn't hear her proclamations of love how could he accept his wedding vows. Kiyohime gripped her shoulder, calming herself to avoid her mind going too far into a tangent. She had to remain focused, she could think about such things when they got back, She had to remain focused to prove herself to her beloved. She turned around and walked out from the kitchen placing the toast on the table and watched as An-Adan came down the stairs.

Adan came back downstairs having finished his little room inspection to notice Kiyohime's now modernized attire while she was eating toast. Safe to say the outfit suited her a lot in both look and overall feel. She gave of the secretary vibe which was fitting enough to say the least but he valued her more then that.

He bit into his toast. His eyes still gazing at his servant. They both sat in tranquil silence, eating the toast while exchanging glances. After they had both finished. Adan stood up and Kiyohime stood up too. "Are you ready to go to war? Kiyohime-chan." He asked as he began to walk towards the door. "When I have you, of course I'm ready. Let's go break some people." She responded, the last sentence barely above a whisper. Adan didn't hear all of it but he didn't need to. When you summoned a Berserker you kind of expect the slight blood-lust. Adan opened the door and was about to step out into the freezing cold when he was pulled back by Kiyohime whom without a word wrapped a red scarf around his neck. "I don't need my master catching a cold when hes acting all tough." She said sincerely smiling at him. Adan smiled back. "Thanks for caring Kiyohime." He said grinning ear to ear. He then handed Kiyohime a white scarf and his signature pair of gloves, "I, however, do not need my medic becoming too cold to use her hands."He told her, repaying her thoughtfulness with his own. Kiyohime put both articles of clothing on slightly embarrassed at her master insistence for her well being and she slung the first aid kit from the table over her shoulder prepared for her role in the field.

The time was 5 o'clock, now they just had to walk...

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Kiyohime was stumbling over her feet slightly as she was walking with the new non-broken in shoes. It was strange for her, a girl used to wearing such freeing kimonos to be made to wear a uniform that showed her curves. Still, She noticed that it made her loved one happy. His happiness was as much her happiness as her own after all. Adan's voice came across the mental link. "Careful Kiyohime, you might slip on some ice." He was standing behind her in case of an emergency, watching the first aid kit shake with each step she took, in order to keep his eyes off anything else. He had to stay professional. The sudden "Hmmph" he heard back was case enough to know that she was listening.

They soon reached the church gates, not a servant in sight. It was likely that they were being watched. Certainly the likely tactical advantage would be to have the servants outside surveying anyone whom entered. Of course that would mean some servants would be roaming. Kiyohime couldn't fight them by herself. Therefore the only option was to stay together. "Kiyohime stay with me. We are going inside the cathedral together, Keep your eyes sharp. He said over the link. "Alright, well. I'll keep close to you then, lead the way. I'll watch your back in case anyone gets... stupid" She responded in the back and forth.

Stepping inside they both walked toward the man whom was dealing with an impatient gangster kid, asking questions. Was this really the competition? Someone brought a immature child to war? Adan's eyebrow raised up. While Kiyohime analysed the kid in order to see if he had any disabilities she could exploit. He came clean, besides a mental one, it seemed from the way he as talking.

Adan had heard parts of the conversation from outside and decided that maybe now he should interject. Kiyohime staying close behind him, looking like some sort of assistant with her attire and medical bag. Adan walked up behind the young man having to deal with the crap given to him by the other magus. This bullying was a little unneeded but to just make sure that this kid wasn't a complete waste of time. Adan gripped the arm of the boy without his permission and pulled back the long sleeve, taking a glance at the command seals on his hand before pulling the sleeve back down and putting his arm down. "Leave the guy alone, he is as much as a participant of this war as you or me, Therefore, worry about your own skins before you dare to compliment on others." Adan said his eyes narrowed in look of partial anger. Kiyohime smiling behind him. That was the man she liked. The one that took charge of situations. He turned back and gave the kid a wink. "Welcome to a war kid, try not to lose your head." he said grinning.

Orazio had barely made his way inside the church, when a couple of teenagers that looked only a bit older than him started looking down on him. The more snobbish of the two even took the opportunity to insult him! Now, Orazio Grimaldi Jr. may not have been the smartest apple in the fruit basket, but he still had a deeply engraved sense of pride... though, in his particular case, it was probably more of a delusion. Needless to say, being disrespected in such a way pissed the young magus off something fierce. The rapper wannabe was about to retaliate by spitting some 'hot fire' of his own at his 2 would-be rivals, but then another man intervened at the scene, before this practically harmless dispute between teenagers could devolve into a full-blown brawl. The man that had intervened looked a bit older than them, and certainy had an aura of seriousness and level-headedness surrounding his presence. The suit certainly helped in that regard too! After the older man had kind of rudely grabbed Orazio's left arm, exposing the boy's Command Seals in the process, the gangsta-dressed magus in question quickly fixed himself. "Thanks, gramps, but I could've totally handled this on my own!" The coral-haired youth retorted. He called the man 'gramps', even though in reality he wasn't THAT old! Even so, there was an underlying sense of gratitude behind the kid's words. "These dudes just messed up with the wrong playa, son! But, it's all gucci man, I'm gonna drop my sick rhymes on them!" The gangsta wannabe claimed, as he started humming and lightly tapping his foot on the ground, feeling a sweet beat that existed only in his own imagination...


"Uh! Uh! Uh! Yeah... let's do this! What's the matter, dawg, why you disrecpect! I was gonna let it slide, but you got me mad as heck! I've never been to Vegas, son, but I know a thing or two! I play blackjack like a boss, and the money train goes CHOO CHOO!" As the horrible rapper spat his horrendously bad, impromptu rhymes, he shuffled his hands and made zany gestures like a maniac. He grabbed his golden chain with pride, as he continued break-dancing as if he was seizing up. "The name's Orazio Grimaldi, initials O.G. When I spit my hot fire, the ladies go 'Oh gee'!" He then shook his hand in front of his own face in a taunting manner, displaying clearly the Command Seals that were on the back of his hand. "You see these sweet tats, boy? I'm a qualified Master! If you treat me like a boytoy, prepare to get looked after! I would say more, but I see you are confused! I dropped pepper on your nose, and rubbed dirt on your boots! ZING! N-word!" Orazio ended his terrible rap solo (thankfully so) by making a gesture mimicking the dropping of an invisible mic, then crossed both arms in front of his stomach, forming an 'X'.

"How dare you (adan)! I am no bully, nor am I a fool. Would you've preferred I spilled the information to a possible civilian (Orazio) then have them executed? I would hope not for a variety of reasons. The church's head will be back soon enough...at least he said so five minutes ago." complained Togami as he adjusted his glasses. Leon frowned himself at the accusations of the new comer, "I'm not with this guy (Togami) but I agree unnecessary blood shed, especially in a church, would not exactly do us any favors. Besides this guy is hardly dressed like a standard magi." Leon commented as he turned too the new comer. "Look I understand that you (Orazio) want to make an impression but being loud and boisterous will just turn us all off. Coming here in the first place was a liability for all of us present. If the church didn't need to tell us all something important then I wouldn't be here. As far as I'm concerned I wouldn't want to act out any further. It may end up with you being picked off as an easy target." Leon warned he didn't like giving advice to a future adversary but at the same time he couldn't exactly let the guy keep acting this way. He saw the disgusted look in Togami's eyes he clearly had already made an enemy.

Orazio ended up taking the more polite teenager's advice with a grain of salt... emphasis on the 'salt' part. "Who you callin' an easy target, boiiiii?! Do I need to give you another rap?!" The gangsta wannabe whined. However, even somebody as thick-skulled as Orazio knew better than to keep pushing his luck when he was outnumbered like that. "Meh, whatever! So, where is this church's head person anyway, and what's so important that we all had to come here?" The half-baked Grimaldi heir asked, while crossing his arms in front of his chest and pouting. He didn't exactly like the situation and the patronizing treatment he was getting, but if there really was an important reason for all of them having been summoned to the Holy Church's base of operations, he had no choice but to keep patient...

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Meanwhile, Assassin remained seated on top of the cherry blossom tree outside the church's protective perimeter, Presence Concealment still active to avoid detection. She couldn't see what was going on inside the church, nor could she hear anything, but she kept her eyes focused on the building regardless, making mental note of anyone who entered or exited the cathedral - like that well-dressed man and his bluish green-haired secretary that had walked inside the church a few minutes earlier. The macabre Servant's grip around her double-bladed axe tightened, as she wondered if any other Servants were lurking outside the church just like she was doing.

"I thought I already said this to everyone, The church's priest will be here soon. I don't know where he went, or where he is. Sufficient to say he isn't here nor-" Togami began to say as suddenly the priest from the gate walked in and he went straight up to Adan. "I told you at the gate. Servants are not allowed in this place for the moment. The bounded field erected around here gave me a delayed response where is your servant? If you don't comply I will force you both to leave. This is non-negotiable. For the safety of the other masters I will not allow rule breakers to go about." commented the guard as he sternly went up to Adan. "Once you have allocated your servant you have three options: Have them leave the grounds and wait by the gates, leave with your servant, or failing both be forced off the premises immediately." commented the guard further. "You brought your servant into the church!? What the hell!?" Leon growled in anger as Togami frowned deeply in disgust at Adan. "If they resist, or if they try anything I will end this. I was hoping for today to not involve hostilities however I will not tolerate rule breakers. To me the law is everything the mere fact that you knew the rules about servants and yet you still let your servant follow you in says volumes about your attitude in regards to this war. Don't expect cheap kills when I am around." Togami threatened Adan as he showed a display of power. Despite the fact that the bounded field was also dampening the magic Togami's pure raw strength flared itself in a powerful aura around him shimmering as if he had some sort of magical cloak on. "Hold on master you must not cause a fight on hollowed grounds such as this you will also be treated as a delinquent." commented the guard as Togami turned off his sudden show of power just as suddenly as it had appeared. "How do you know it's this guy's servant who's in here?" questioned Leon as the guard acknowledged him without taking his eyes off of Adan. "That is on a need to know basis my friend sufficient to say we have our methods of tracking this sort of behavior when it's on the church's grounds." the guard said flatly. Togami took notice of the girl in the room for the first time since the man had arrived. He frowned and took a look at the girl who was frowning up at him. "The girl is the servant. It would seem my assumption is right. You're going to try and kill us...or you were weren't you? I let my guard down I assumed people would play fair in the church. I was wrong it would seem. So then what is your answer to the guard? I would hope it's not the latter..." growled Togami none to intimidated by the appearance of the servant in front of him. Leon however backed off quickly to the back end of the room. "Saber get ready for a fight I don't like where this is going." Leon commented mentally over his link to Saber as Saber responded almost immediately, "Master are you in trouble?" questioned Saber as Leon responded he wasn't entirely sure just yet.

Safe to say from the moment Adan had entered he had expected some strangeness from fellow participates. He was no perfect angel himself but at least he had respect to not call people out for acting differently, Still Orazio had some pretty sub-par rhymes but the trick was that they had feeling to them. The kid was really trying to make the rhymes stick even if it caused him and Kiyohime to make a mental joke about it across the link shared between Master and Servant.

"That was probably the worst melody I have ever heard." Kiyohime said across the connection pausing the transmission of speech as she waited for a response. "At least its better then my singing." Adan responded across the link, chuckling quietly to himself audibly. "Gonna have to agree there... but at least you don't try to use it for insults." Kiyohime shot back.

Still, Orazio was the one of the three men he actually liked, The well-dressed upper-class magus who was more stiff then a reinforced Steel Bar and yet seemed to have his expensive knickers in a twist which caused him to make such weird faces of annoyance and threats. Certainly this guy needed to go live the life of a real person. The kids parents needed a good lesson in how to actually rise someone to have respect. The other guy whom he didn't know the name off, seemed to act like a coward. He had no spine to hold himself up on. He was either agreeing with what the rich guy said, or letting the rich guy insult people. Both of them left a pretty disgusting taste in his mouth.

Then the priest walked in.

Great. Just great. He thought he was being respectful, bringing his servant in showing that she was doing nothing wrong and letting her observe. It made her happy, she was doing nothing wrong. Now this priest who's probably touched more boys then amount of times Kiyohime said she wanted to marry him was telling him to remove her from the church. He would be very obligated to do so. In fact he slowly turned around in order to relay to Kiyohime what to do next but then... Shock and Horror. Tweedledee and Tweedledum just had to open their mouths.

Sheep boy spoke up first. Asking what the hell he was doing bringing a servant into the church. "Well, I don't know, maybe I was bringing into the church to attend a meeting because she has done nothing wrong." He said his eyes narrowing in a look of pure distaste. Kiyohime pulling a store-brought fan from her pocket to hide her lower face, both the smile and the blush that arrived from watching Adan rip people a new one in defence of her. It was so romantic.

Adan kept going answering all the questions thrown at him. "My attitude to war is to have respect for each and every participant, If I really wanted you dead, I wouldn't have used the front door and walked right in would I? No I wouldn't but Mister Premium-Knickers couldn't conceive that, he is so paranoid because he makes so many enemies." Adan said glaring at Togami, whom was busy showing off. If you had to flaunt your power to make people shut up, chances are your a terrible leader and you need to step down. Adan waited as the priest finished talking. The priest that was trying to calm the situation.

Oh look, Rich kid spoke up again. "Not, going to try and kill you idiot. I wanted to attend a meeting, please take some therapy and medication for that paranoia, that is not a healthy amount to have." Adan said sighing heavily. Adan glared at the sheep of a man retreating and smiled. Talking over the link he asked Kiyohime a question. "Are you really that scary when other people see you?" He said across the link visibly laughing in front of everyone else for what appeared to be no reason. Kiyohime smiling happily behind her fan. "I guess I am, or we have confused a church of man with a church of insects. No bones to hold them up, but very flammable." She said in a tone of voice that sounded partially threatening, though Adan knew why, she was getting mad.

"Well, Orazio, Sheep, and Social Problems, if you would just give me a moment, while I go inform my servant where to go." Adan said as he walked over to Kiyohime, with his back to everyone he continued "Oh everyone but Orazio, You call yourself's men, you participate in a war, yet at the end of the day, your either a coward, like Mr corner-man, or a complete prick. However you do share one thing in common, the lack of a spine. So quick to judge others like young Orazio here, and myself. When at the end of the day if you just took a little longer. You would solve so many problems but I guess your concentration time is about as short as the thing you compensate for with displays of power." Adan finished as he whispered to Kiyohime where to go. Making sure Sheep (Leon) and Social Problems (Togami) saw the middle finger he had pointing at them during his entire conversation with Kiyohime.

She nodded putting her store-brought fan back down, her blush gone from her face, collapsing the fan back into its bar shape. She pocketed it and left quietly and respectfully. Adan turned back to his 'friends' and walked back over brushing himself down. "Now, that I got rid of your little panic attack. I mean, if I never saw a woman before I would be the same..." He paused to brush off his outfit a little more as if removing himself of some stain. "So, can we please get down to business of why we are actually here." Adan said looking annoyed at two of the three masters. Honestly, if he came here to make allies, the only reasonable one with any commendable traits was the guy wearing the casual outfit. Adan was beginning to like Orazio's style, at least he didn't shout and get all paranoid.

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Kiyohime stormed out of the building, Once she had left the sight of her beloved, her stoic face turned into a angry scowl. What had once been an actually good day was ruined because the 'church' of a faith she was never a part of, forced her out because they were paranoid. They had every right to be but she hadn't done anything yet. So they should of just calmed down and let her stay with her loved one. She continued walking towards the noticeable cherry blossom tree, nobody was around. She was fine. This spot would be good enough to wait.

Kiyohime wonder what would happen if she had her way, she'd be married to her husband already, Why did things never go her way. It was never fair. It was never ever fair. Her fist collided with the trunk of the tree in her anger. She had forgot she was wearing Adan's gloves, as a result her output was magnified, The tree visibly swaying as if it was hit by some earthquake. Kiyohime punched it again, and then again. Each punch filled with her anger at the church for being so mean to her. Though eventually she had to stop.

Kiyohime breathed in and out. She had to calm herself, she was outside in the hornets nest. What would she be able to do if a servant dropped down and attacked her while she was distracted. Not much that is for sure. She watched as the tree was still shaking off its last tremors of impact...

Orazio had watched the whole verbal back-and-forth between the man in the suit, the other 2 teenagers and the main church observer unfold. The weirdly-dressed magus rocked his head curtly like a curious bird at the direction of each aggressor that took turns talking - from the church observer yelling at the man in the suit for bringing in with him what looked like a pretty harmless Servant (at least in Orazio's eyes, who didn't even bother checking the Servant's stats like any self-respecting magus was supposed to do), to the snobbish teenager claiming that the man had snuck his Servant there on purpose in order to kill them all, while the more subdued teenager did little to untense the situation. But, all that paled in comparison to the verbal chewing they all got from the man in question after they were done accusing him and threatening him.

After all was said and done, Orazio decided to finally open his big mouth again, amazed at how the man in the suit had so thoroughly destroyed his rivals with his words alone. "Yooooo! Dude, that was so cool! You burned these people real good, gramps! Imagine how much more epic it would've been had you rapped too! You're like a natural gangsta! Oh... sorry your gurl got kicked out, by the way." After the self-called 'O.G.' was done fawning over the older Master, he turned to the others. "Yo, for real, there's no reason to be so pissy. We're all here for a reason, aren't we? Now that the church boss is here, I bet he can explain what's the haps! That's hood talk for what's happening, by the way."

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Meanwhile, outside the cathedral, Assassin noticed the bluish green-haired woman from a few minutes earlier walking out of the building looking quite cross. If she had attended the church meeting, that must've meant that she was involved in the Grail War too, Assassin reasoned. She was right under her tree now. She was so close... so close... With Presence Concealment active, the girl probably wouldn't have felt a thing until it was too late. Assassin could finish her off quickly. Two strikes on the back, one on the skull... just like her faithless dog of a husband. But no... Assassin opted not to strike. Even if she had been summoned in this Grail War as the Heroic Spirit of Murder, she couldn't bring herself to kill somebody who looked so... innocent! What if the girl didn't deserve to die? What if she'd just been dragged into this silly War against her will?

Before Assassin would've had any more time to ponder over that, the blue-haired girl started angrily punching the cherry blossom tree repeatedly, her punches somehow having enough force to cause the entire tree to shake wildly. Assassin tried to balance herself on the moving tree, but ended up losing her footing and falling off. This also caused her to lose her focus for a split second, which resulted in her Presence Concealment being deactivated. Despite that blunder, Assassin was nimble enough to not allow herself to be further embarassed by landing face-first on the ground. Instead, the black-haired woman did a very acrobatic backflip while still in mid-fall, landing perfectly next to the angry, blue-haired girl. As the archaic-dressed woman landed, her bare feet barely made a sound upon touching the grass, silent as a cat's paws. She stared silently at the secretary-dressed girl for a few silent seconds. Assassin knew the girl should be able to see her by now, and she also knew that she should be able to figure out that she's a Servant quite easily considering what she was wearing. While Assassin was not exactly the sociable type, she thought it would be prudent given the circumstances to at least attempt to strike a civil conversation. "I saw you enter the church with a man earlier. Since he is still in there, but you are out here, I take it to mean that he is your Master and you are his Servant. Am I correct?" Assassin asked in a straight tone. She then planted her axe on the ground to show the blue-haired girl that she had no intention of starting a fight for the time being. "What is your name, girl?"

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"Well then my fellow it seems we have been labeled as miscreants by the toad who can't follow rules, and the moron who's barely able to tie his shoes if the way he talks is any indication." grumbled Togami as he adjusted his own glasses and backed off Adan. He had no longer any interest in keeping this fool entertained. The most deceiving looks could hide the most dangerous of servants. A statistical line worth nothing of note meant that the fool either had summoned a pitiful servant, or the girl has a trump card they weren't aware of. "Well I know what I'm not doing after this. You know I had you pegged as an asshole mister (Togami). And you are but so is everyone here it looks like to me. I can tell that because harsh words coming from someone who casually breaks the rules means someone's ego is fragile. If you can't follow the rules of conduct that everyone is expected to adhere to in a place of neutrality then you need to rethink some things. If you think I have no spine I'd gladly fight you after this if it weren't for the fact that my own servant doesn't like me doing so. I'm not nearly as fragile as you think." Leon stated with a cold tone as he made his way to the corner of the room. "How obnoxious indeed all of you are...it would seem that I shouldn't hold back in this war. However if I did I suspect that it wouldn't be much of a war as it would be a massacre. We're in a church so I'd say all of you should prey that my demeanor doesn't change further. And fool watch who you're calling an 'asshole' I assume that everyone here has experience of some sort. At the very least they summoned a servant. No one in here is interested in measuring magical powers anymore. If we can all act like civilized individuals now I presume we can get over this petty little pouting we all seem to be engaging in now." Togami told everyone with a deathly cold glare as the guard promptly exited the room alongside Kiyohime however he did stop for a moment to inform Orazio that he wasn't the man they were looking for and that he didn't say anything further about the matter his job was simply to ensure the status quo stayed as such.

"It would seem much has transpired since my absence. Lord Togami Keiji if you would be so inclined to forgive me I ask that you do so for pushing you off earlier. I had to go look for something luckily enough I found it." said a man suddenly walking in from a door in the back of the room. In came a elder gentlemen in white, and black priest robe. His hair was balding but he still refused to let his age make him too weak it seemed as while he used a cane to walk he was not using it for more than a simple aid rather then depending on it. He was clearly Caucasian of descent but he held no accent. "You're asking for forgiveness? This whole matter regarding your lack of security lead to a servant casually walking in with their master. The girl clearly held no malice...unless it was well hidden. However rules are rules, and more over even the most pathetic servants are capable of crushing skulls like wet crackers. In the future if you ask for all of us to come to this place do ensure that security isn't completely useless." commented Togami towards the elder priest.

"Is that so...? I presume that we may have accidentally imbued one of the runes without less magic than the others. I will make sure this doesn't happen again. I would not presume to make others feel unsafe in this place of worship. I would not be so quick as to judge the man who brought their servant in however. Forgiveness is a virtue my dear child." the elder said as Togami gave a non committed shrug. He had no interesting words to say on the matter anymore. "Regardless I am Father Walter. Bishop of the Catholic Church, and associate of the mage association. My job is to serve as overseer in this war. I would ask that you save your questions for later. I have a rather big revelation to drop on all parties here. I see...four masters here? Oh dear...it would seem that many hadn't come as expected. I ask that you all be patient a little longer for others to arrive if they don't I will tell you all what I know." commented the priest as Leon nodded at him. "Of course I have no issues with that. It's a pain but if it's as important as you make it out to be then it would be best to keep everyone informed even if it means waiting a little longer." Leon responded politely to the priest.

Kiyohime, whom was still cooling off after her outburst of anger suddenly looked out of the corner of her eyes, only to notice this nouveau riche woman, having just 'miraculously' appeared. Her eyes narrowed as she instinctive pulled out her favourite red fan and covered her face. "Assassin." She began, her eyes screaming murderous intent. Adan wasn't out here, she could be as cruel as she wanted. In fact, she was about to show the assassin who was boss. "You have made a big mis-" She began as Assassin suddenly spoke up interrupting her, throwing her weapon aside as she did. "What is this?" Kiyohime questioned, her eyes showing confusion, she was frowning behind that fan. "Not really a servant but if it makes you feel any better. Thats what I am yes." She responded, a hint of disgust at her calling her a servant of her beloved Anchin. They were lovers destined to be and yet how come she was the only one that knew that. "If it makes you happy Assassin, I'm a Berserker Class Servant." She said with an exaggerated sigh at the end. This woman looked like she had never worked a hard day in her life.

Assassin examined the blue-haired girl from head to toe, before responding in an almost professional tone. "It is my understanding that Berserkers are spirits consumed by madness. You do not exactly look like a member of such a savage Class, but if you insist, I shall refer to you as Berserker for the time being." As the black-haired woman talked, her eyes were locked on the other Servant; Assassin's irises were blue, probably the most beautiful feature in her otherwise macabre getup. "As for myself, your assumption is right. You can call me Assassin for now, since this is the Class I have been summoned under, in this imbecilic War." The black-haired woman claimed, with a bit of distaste in her tone. Did she detest the nature of her contract? Nevertheless, she continued. "I could of killed you, but I decided against it. You do not look like someone who deserves death. Though, I suppose, given the nature of this War, you and I may be forced to kill each other eventually."

"Hold it. Is your master that Insect? The one in a suit, the one that doesn't have a spine?" Kiyohime asked her audibly interested. To see if the rich kid summoned the rich assassin. Neither the less she continued. "Not that it matters, your right about the war thing... I suppose if we are going to have to stick knives in each other eventually, we might as well find some sanctuary in moments like these, So, if perhaps we should just get to know each other. Maybe we could force our Masters to co-operate, unless you are 'that guys' servant." Kiyohime said reaching into the medical bag she was carrying, removing a pack of chocolate biscuits. "Ever had a biscuit?" Kiyohime said nonchalantly putting her fan away to show her face. It was genuine. She was 'trying' to be friendly with this woman. As long as this woman made no moves on her Anchin. She'll be nice to her. Otherwise... Those gorgeous blue eyes that sparkled with radiant beauty, aren't going to be located on that face for much longer.

"I do not know who you're referring to, but it's not him..." Assassin shook her head. "My Master goes by the name Orazio Grimaldi. He is a strange boy who speaks strange words. Tis unfortunate to be in the servitude of such a fool, but I suppose we Servants do not have much choice on the matter." She then considered Berserker's suggestion for a few precious seconds. "So, what you suggest is an alliance? I am not opposed to the idea, though I also have little interest in this War as a whole." Assassin then stared at the chocolate biscuits offered to her by the younger Servant. She thought about it for a few moments, before reaching out and taking one, silently chewing on it without shedding a single crumb. "It is nice, I suppose. Thank you for sharing, Berserker." The black-haired woman said in a tone that felt a tiny bit warmer than before. In fact, if one were delusional they could even swear that a sincere smile briefly showed upon the lips of the otherwise unexpressive Assassin.

"You're welcome, Assassin, and also certainly, an alliance would be the best possible thing.." Kiyohime began as she paused to wonder if Adan would be okay bringing an Assassin home. The Orazio kid looked harmless enough, and the Assassin had said she was uninterested. Therefore she was probably safe doing so. "Would you like to reveal your true name as a sign of trust? If you do I'll spare the same courtesy, its only fair. " She said as she held her hands together in an almost prayer-like fashion as she bowed at Assassin. One could swear that for a moment a look of malice flash across Kiyohimes face. This woman might have a better appearance in every possible way than her but she hadn't spent time with Anchin like she had. She had no chance, no chance at all. Kiyohime's internal mindscape was mostly maniacal laughter until she raised her head again showing a sincere smiling face. "Or we could just finish sharing this pack of biscuits?" She offered.

Assassin though for a bit about the prospect of revealing her True Name to the other Servant. After all, revealing such valuable information could be catastrophic in the context of a Grail War where alliances could break at a moment's notice, even for someone who allegedly had no interest in the War. Ultimately, the archaic-dressed woman decided to trust the girl even with such sensitive information. "My name is Clytemnestra, daughter of Tyndareus and Leda. Queen of Mycenae. However, when we are in public, I urge you to still refer to me as Assassin." The Queen of Mycenae said, before eyeing Berserker questioningly. "I told you my name. What about yours?"

Kiyohime lowered her eyes as Assassin said that name. So this woman was a queen eh? Cool cool. At least Adan didn't care for finance when going for a woman. He wasn't shallow. He was hers. Still such a high class being summoned as an Assassin. What did she do? Kill an entire group of people? The answer escaped Kiyohime for a moment. But she walked over gripping Assassin gently by the folds of her archaic attire and gently (enhanced by the gloves) pulled her down to her height. Kiyohime lowered her voice to quite the menacing whisper. "The White Dragon of the East, Kiyohime, don't lay a single finger on my master~ or I will hurt you." She said giving Cly-something a gentle push away as she resumed her friendly attitude. "Now that, that is out of the way. Lets just dig into these biscuits and wait for the god forsaken meeting to end."

Clytemnestra was surprised by the way Kiyohime pulled her down and even spoke to her in a menacing tone, but she didn't flinch. "Kiyohime from the East... Worry not. Contrary to what my legend would have you believe, I would not simply back-stab a man for no reason. Your Master shall be safe." The black-haired woman said, as she took one more biscuit and ate it elegantly. "Whatever is happening in there, I do hope that my Master does not give yours a hard time with his foolish behaviour."

"Knowing my Adan, he's probably having the time of his life." Kiyohime added before returning to scoffing her biscuits.

In response to the snobbish young Master (Togami Keiji the church observer had called him) still reeling over the fact that a Servant had snuck into sacred neutral grounds, Orazio decided to step up in the older Master's defense. After all, the boy felt that he owed him at least that much after saving his tail earlier. "Yo, Togami was it? Why you keep picking on him, dude? He sent his gurl out just like you asked him too, didn't he?" The rapper wannabe said, while pointing at the exit where Kiyohime had left earlier. "I'm sure she didn't mean any harm coming here. She probably just didn't want to be alone while all of us are sitting in here. So what if she broke the rules, you could've been nicer to her, dude!" The coral-haired youth told Togami, not realizing that being scolded by him of all people was probably the last thing the Keiji Master wanted...

In response to the appearance of the church observer himself, Orazio waved his hand at him in a laid-back way. "Yo! Nice to meet ya, Father Walter. Wassup, gramps?" The rapper-dressed teenager greeted the elderly man. At this point, it was safe to assume that expecting respectful language and proper conduct from the sloppy Grimaldi Master was highly ambitious and unrealistic. "A big revelation, huh? Maaan, now you've got me curious! I know we have to wait for the others to arrive, but can't you at least give us a hint of what's it about?" Orazio proceeded to ask from Father Walter.

"Let's just put it this way young man. The world has more magical properties than all of us know of. As such this war is about to get much larger than it was before." commented Father Walter in return to the young man. Togami frowned intensely as if he had suddenly been stabbed in the gut. "'Larger' you say? How is that even bloody possible. The winner of this war will have the ability to physically alter reality. I don't believe that's possible to have something like that happen." growled Togami as Leon thought about the concept for a brief moment before a young man in a white suit walked through the door. His hair matched his suit, and he had a air of confidence around him. He had red eyes, and pale white skin. "You!" Togami said surprised at the appearance of the other mage. He appeared to be a young adult. "You didn't think I would just let this meeting go without my intervention did you Keiji? Now then don't mind me I'm just here for the meeting. I'm not interested in talking so shall we get to the main event? I hope I'm not too late." the young man said with a casual indifference as if this whole affair. "The time is almost up don't worry young master this war shall renew again soon enough I ask for patience." Walter said as Leon looked over to the new master and sighed. He reached out a hand to the man. "I'm Leon a pleasure." Leon said as the man turned to him and nodded and then reached out for Leon's hand and shook it. "A pleasure you may call me Len." the man said with a chuckle.

Kaldera whipped his chains about as Lancer threw a number of daggers varying in size at him. Blocking each one, even knocking back two at Lancer himself who easily moved out of the way.

"Good, your focus is improving, with more time you would be quite efficient with your choice of weapons." Lancer said to him.

"Well, it will have to do for now, if we have time later we will continue, we are docking now and we need to prepare for what is about to come." Kaldera replied as he put on his clothing.

He then looked at his mom and dad who were observing him from a perch.

"I will prove myself as the greatest! I will make you proud mother and father." He proclaimed as he bowed to them and was met with a bow in response, no words were said but he knew they were hoping for his best. Lancer and Kaldera from the docks began on their journey to the church where they were told to meet.

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Some time had passed but Kaldera and Lancer had made it and stood outside of the edge of the woods to the church, absorbing all the people that had walked in before.

"Lancer, this is it, a meeting of those who are competing, I can barely hold in the excitement. The battles that we are to have, but I wonder what this meeting will entail. It is not often that we are summoned to a common meeting place. Be ready for if anything were to happen." He noticed that some of them were young, he hoped that their youth didn't spoil their combat experience. It would be a shame for him to win this whole thing because he only had to deal with kids.

"Yes Kaldera, I am equally as excited to get this started. Get in there so that we no longer have to prolong this." Lancer replied with equal eagerness. "I will stay out here as it was agreed with the others who should be close by. I'll see if I can observe anything that will be useful later. Remember to not show your true self just yet, they must think you are average at best, then when the fighting commences they won't be prepared for us." And with that, each went in a different direction, Lancer heading around the church as Kaldera went for the front doors.

Kaldera was wearing a Chinese kung fu uniform**. The colours of crimson red and on the outside and white on his inside shirt.
His chains making light noises as they were not wrapped as tightly as they normally were when he was out in public, tonight was different, tonight would be the beginning of The Holy Grail War. And he would ascend to a status of greatness afterwards. He couldn't help but chuckle and smile devilishly. But when he opened the doors he was calm and collected. He looked at all that were inside and was glad to see that there were some adults in the room. So these are the ones competing in the Grail War, seems to me that there are actually a few that might prove difficult. How exciting! He thought as he kept his face with a serious look his eyes shifting from left to right.

"Sorry for my late arrival, my ship coming here had ran into some issues at the docking bay. I made it here as soon as I could. I hope this is the meeting place for the Grail participants. Anyways for formalities sake my name is Kaldera Ginjiro." He said introducing himself with a bow, he then straightened himself up and felt that there was already much tension in the room. "Who might you all be?" He asked.

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Lancer walked about the woods, keeping an eye out for any other servants that might be there. He saw two females, one with bright blue hair, the other much darker and couldn't clearly tell what type. It was still to early to tell who they were and what they could do so he kept himself quiet. Since there seemed to be a truce as of now he decided that he should prepare for whatever came by meditating. He made sure that he was out of site and hearing distance, sat down with his spear sitting on his lap as he began to enter his meditative state.

Orazio, noticing the newcomer and how he was polite enough to introduce himself as soon as he entered the room, decided to return the favor. "Name's Orazio Grimaldi, yo, and the folks here are peeved! I'd sing you another rap song, but it wasn't well-received!" The rapper wannabe rhymed badly, while shuffling his hands erratically. "You didn't miss much, dawg, the church boss was waiting for you! He's got some big news it seems, and we don't know what to do!" The street-dressed teenagers then noticed Kaldera's clearly Eastern-inspired getup and whistled. "Daaaaang, dude, that's a nice getup youse got! You look like a real kung fu movie star!" Orazio complimented the other Master.

@Kessir Tarkin

"I see then....I'm not the only one late to this party hm? Interesting..." commented Len as he looked at the new man and chuckled. "A pleasure all the same. I'll reintroduce myself: You may call me Len." commented the young man as he smiled. "I hope for an honorable war between all of us present." Len commented as Leon frowned he wondered if the man was serious. For all he knew the man could be an underhanded trickster. He couldn't be too sure. If only he had Jeanne with him. Saber was particularly good at finding things out. One of her 'gifts from god' sort of deal. "I don't see that happening for a number of reasons Len. All the same nice to meet you. You may call me Leon. More info would be unwise to give. I hope you understand the risk of giving away your last name correct Kaldera?" asked Leon as Walter sighed.

"I have waited long enough, young Togami I'm sure you'll ask this so I'll answer it before you do: anyone else who seeks to hear my words can come see me at a later time. As of this moment I will impart to you some very secretly kept knowledge found out during the second holy grail war by the caster during that time. The wish you all seek to be granted shall not only be a hypothetical one impossible wish for one servant, and master. But also lesser wish for up to six masters depending on the circumstances. I believe that if enough servants are defeated the power of the grail may be enough to be split up into groups. As some of you may know the cup from the previous war was not claimed, or if you were unaware of that fact you know of it now. This incidental coincidence was not told to other masters in previous wars because of the fact that other masters may abuse the loop hole in some way."

"They were to fight to the bloody end in order to complete the grail challenge. However there was no crowned winner in that war. Only senseless death. I can only assume the masters from the old war are out there living with their servants as familiars right now. The grail must've fallen into some sort of slumber afterwards unused and unwanted. However with seven additional masters the impossible has come to light. The cup has declared that up to several masters can now claim the grail as a party. Not unlike how some champions of old would do. Despite this however you may chose to claim it on your own. And the war will not end until at least several servants have been slain. However that's not the end of it. Each group may not party up with an additional servant of their same class. In other words Assassin may not work with Assassin. Saber must not work with Saber. And Beserker, even if it wanted to, would not be able to wreak havoc in their shared madness. Though the grail encourages the old rules it is now willing to accept this new set of rules for this specific tournament. If only to find an actual winner that will satisfy it."

"A Great Holy Grail War does not happen often and they are often the cause of two parties trying to fight for control of the grail for one wish. Also, though this is speculation, it may be possible to grant more powerful wishes with the deaths of more servants than the typically required amount. So that means even if you team up you may indeed wish to kill the other masters, and or the servants. The less there are the stronger the wish I would believe. Though I have not been told if this is a definite possibility as of yet. So you may choose to team up. Or you may chose to go solo. The grail will allow either. However strength in numbers is a powerful thing. If you see yourself fighting a group of other servants without allies...then perhaps you may not have made the right choice. Regardless you are the masters, and your destinies are intertwined with one another. Is your wish so valuable to you all that you would kill each other whole slaughter? Or perhaps you wish to mitigate tragedy and help others at the risk of trusting another? It is not my place to say. I am an old man and I must remain neutral in this war. You must decide for yourselves your place in the world." Walter exposited to the group at hand.

Leon, and Togami remained silent thinking over what was said however Leon was more focused with his eyes on the door. This whole new dynamic was certainly going to change things but he'd need to think it over with Saber later. Perhaps an alliance may be formed with some of the people here....but were they trust worthy enough? He certainly couldn't pick up their numbers though at the very least Togami seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve. It was Togami who spoke up first, "You have given us much to think about indeed Father Walter." Togami said breaking his silence for a brief moment however he did not elaborate much further. Len chuckled "What's there to think about? Just because there's more masters doesn't mean this war will end any slower. It just means that there will be more death regardless of what happens next." commented Len with a sly grin. "If this really was as big a revelation as everyone suspects I presume that everyone here will now try to turtle up? What's the point? people could back stab you if you do such a thing. Trust is hard won in a war."

Orazio sat down to listen to Father Walter's painstakingly long, sleep-inducing lecture of a speech, finding himself on the brink of dozing off several times throughout that personal ordeal of his. Whereas the rest of the Masters in that room would probably be paying attention and listening closely to the priest's words, the young Grimaldi heir felt bored out of his baseball cap-wearing skull! All this talk about Holy Grail this, destiny that, senseless death, yada yada yada... Simply put, it was all way more than what the coral-haired youth's short attention span could handle. However, Orazio had still managed to register the basic gist of what father Walter had said, and after the latter was done, the rapper wannabe proceeded to offer his own shorter version, or at least how he understood this whole deal. "Yo, that was a looooong speech, gramps, so lemme see if I got everything... Your last Grail War was a fluke, so this time we have double the Masters and double the Servants, to make sure that it doesn't fail again? Also, we're gonna be forming 2 teams to duke it out, instead of fighting solo? And each team must have different types of Servants in it to keep things balanced...? Also there was something about death and killing, but I didn't really catch that part..."

One of the other Masters there, a man called Len, had commented on that earlier, as well as how in his opinion forming teams was pointless since they'd all end up backstabbing each other. "Woah, no reason to be so negative, dude! There's no 'I' in 'team'. There's a 'T', an 'E', an 'A' and an 'M', but I'm preeeetty sure there's no 'I'. Nobody ain't gonna backstab nobody, 'cause that ain't cool, yo! Being in the same team means we all want to win, so why would we ever lower our numbers by offing a teammate? That's like... the opposite of winning! Orazio reasoned, nodding his head once, as if thinking that he'd just said something profoundly clever. "Speaking of, what should we call our team, yo? Hmmmmmmmmmmm..." The strange-dressed teenager hummed in deep thought. "How about... 'Team Awesome'! Or maybe 'The Amazing Raiders'! Wait, wait, I totally got this... How about we call ourselves 'Da Hood'!" The gangsta wannabe proposed to the other Masters in the room while grinning like an idiot.

"That's assuming that everyone here holds the same honor as you. Unlike yourself, and Togami I'm sure there are magi more enterprising than you out there. I appreciate your optimism Mister Orazio. That is also assuming that each individual in this room has no repeat servant class. I'm sure that none of us here want to dicuss who we have summoned for obvious reasons. As such I would hold off on assuming who exactly is joining who." Len commented as Leon himself sighed, "I don't want to admit it but he's right.
I believe that mages are a dangerous lot. This is coming from a professional mage. If someone has the chance to increase their power of their wish but eliminating a weaker link, or competition member I believe they might do so. I know we don't necessarily need to kill the masters but it is considered a more efficient way of getting rid of an enemy. Who knows what each servant has under their belt. Even the most unassuming servant can be dangerous. Still Ozario I think your mind set is a good one. If you don't mind me saying so." Leon commented as Togami sighed, "This already was a complicated war...now things just got more messy. All for the sake of crowning an ACTUAL winner. How annoying."

Kaldera heard the comment made by Leon.

"Ah but the question is did I even give you my real name? These games are both mental as well as physical, remember that." he said to Leon with a smirk. But before the two could talk more, the old man began to speak about the Holy Grail War and the new rules and conditions that have been put into place to have a news champion or group of champions. It was also interesting to learn that the participants of the last war would be involved.

This changed a great deal of things, now he felt that he had more to think about, before he came in to this with the mindset that the people here and a few others would only be participating. He would have to speak to lancer about this update as he now looked at not just potential enemies but potential allies as well.

"This is very fascinating news, but good in a sense that we now have people that are fighting with us instead of a free for all, it's a shame to not be able to pair up with a matching class. What is the penalty for such an act? I just would like to know the severity if one were to break these rules." He asked the old man.