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Neith would have used words to say something to Deadalus, but she was quickly coming to realize that this man was quite and utterly mad, as they say so instead she'd save her breath. Instead, she turned her attention to the 'Empress' in front of her. Aaaah, so adorable! A child pretending to be an Empress. Huhu, reminded her of her own sons! Hor-Aha was always so earnestly trying. That was why she always had to help. And little Djer...

...well.

She wouldn't think about that for now.

"Doting? Only if you're a good child, but certainly." Neithhotep nodded with a smile, for the most part ignoring Deadalus now. He wasn't worth her time currently, and if he so much as tried to lay a hand on her children again he'd quickly find out why Neith was a goddess of hunting and war. For now though, she turned her attention back to Jingu, who seemed to have taken an interest in another servant seemingly from the same time period.

"Ah-" However, before she could even say anything else, she felt something wrap her arms around her waist. Neith's eyes widened with utter shock as someone not only touched her, they also proceeded to lift her high off the ground. Anger. Amusement. Eagerness! Turning her head towards the goddess that so much as dared to touch her, Neith gave Quetz an friendly smile. "-Aha, I admire your bravery touching the vessel of the divine mother of all Egypt! Not only that, you insult her children and their creations. The sand flows through your veins, goddess!" That friendly smile quickly turned into an almost feral, excited grin. "If its a hunt you want, Goddess, then perhaps my Harpoon will satisfy you?"

Jingu retracted her hand and scratched at her head. "Hmm, well, I suppose I should be happy my name is remembered so many years after my death. Still, Hattori Hanzo, please, rise. If you were just a lowly samurai you'd wouldn't be standing amongst these Heroic Spirits today." The Empress motioned out to the other Heroic Spirits about though... Her point was blunted a bit as two spirits were... Wrestling?

"Well, regardless, Hattori Hanzo, we are both Heroic Spirits here to save the Moon Cell. I suppose you could say we are on the same level at this point, are we not? If you wish to follow my lead however, I shall not stop you! Hah hah hah!" She grabbed Hanzo by the arm and pulled her to her feet. "Besides, rather than looking at the top of your head, I think I'd rather look at your face. You're quite pretty and it feels like it's been too long since I've seen someone from my homeland."

She walked up to the samurai (if she moved) and offered her hand for a handshake again. She seemed keen on this western style of greeting for some reason. Perhaps it was because so many of the servants here were from the west. "Shall we get moving? You seemed keen on it before and I agree with you on that."

Hattori Hanzo

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"Ah..." She blushed for a moment at that compliment, before standing up. Hanzo had no idea what else to say, so she simply accepted the Empress' hand and shook it. Heroic spirit or not, summoned the same way or not, the Empress was still the Empress, and it felt strange to be this familiar and close to one. However, orders were orders and she also had her duty to fulfill.

"Then, allow me to proceed first."

Glancing back towards the other servants still talking amongst themselves, Hanzo entered the gate. Almost immediately, and imperceptible except to those with the means of spotting those with such high ranks of presence concealment, several ninjas materialized, and fanned out. Information was key; the Iga clan did not get their reputation without the network of information they maintained. Scouting even just the landscape would lend them an edge. Fortunately, the ninjas did not take much mana to maintain, and thus with her net of informants feeding her with intel, Hanzo gathered herself to process everything and hopefully figure out, at the very least, where to go.

Martín Fierro

Amidst the last to materialize was a man that didn't seem to have any desire to undergo the process. Moreover, a single glance at his face would reveal that he was slowly comprehending what was going on or, rather, that his brain was slowly accepting the comprehension that he naturally possessed about this situation, understanding things that he both knew and didn't. Things he was aware that he should be privy of, but also knew that he had no right of knowing. His face clearly showed his struggle to come up with terms with his nature; it was the expression Dorothy must've had when she wasn't in Kansas anymore.

It didn't last long, however, as he witnessed such a degree of madness and insanity that the only rational course of action was to finally accept that he was a Servant and he had a job to do. A rough, tanned hand went to idly caress a somewhat unkempt black beard as he examined the view that was presented to them all. Fierro didn't have much of a gander of it before something else caught his attention: A giant of a man whose head was that of a bull. His instincts told him to stay away from him, as everything about that being exhuded brutality. A killing machine, deep down to the bone.

The Assassin followed the path of the bull-masked Servant with his gaze until he entered the gate, folllowed soon after by a very non-descript oriental woman. The sound of two goddessess one crowd away from devolving into a wrestling match reached Fierro's ears, ultimately making him decide that he, too, should go through that gate. After all, he had to work with cows before, back when he had a family. Before he got conscripted and it all went down the drain.

A wistful sigh came from his lips, his head downcast to see how he was dressed. How very different things were now, he thought before turning to walk towards Henry Ford. The only person he'd have the solace of an ordinary interaction amidst this crowd of misfits. With a hand on his pocket, he went to him and rested the other on his shoulder, patting it twice then giving him a friendly shake. "Guess we oughta get moving to set that camp of yours, partner" said the man with a friendly smile before moving to enter the gate. He'd take a glance around before doing anything, after all prudency was the best route to take when faced with unknown odds. Last time he went into the unknown... Poor Cruz.

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Siegfried opened his eyes for the first time again. He was not alone in this experience, surrounded by many legends of old. Some more eccentric than others. Already they fought amongst one another, the personalities of larger than life legends clashing. But it was not his place to stop this fighting, he had learned from his past life. No, all he could do is strike down the foes that lay in front of him, there was no feasible way for him to end the conflict amidst his allies. All he could possibly hope for is that they could put aside their differences for the fate of humanity. He slowly stood up, the weight of his presence becoming instantly noticeable to all the Servants in the room. This man, despite his self doubt, was without a doubt a Top Servant summoned by the Moon Cell.

He passed by the arguing duo of Neith and Quetzalcoatl without fear, partly because he did not want to interrupt their conversation. As he walked towards the gate, his eyes fell upon two things. Two things that made him question the system that summoned him. The first would be that woman who had appeared before any of them. Scathach, the Queen of the Land of Shadows. Someone who for all intents and purposes, should not be summonable. A legend unrecorded within the Throne of Heroes, someone who has not yet died. However the true anomaly was that Monster that stood before the gate. It was unmistakable, there could only be one Monster that looked like that. How the Moon Cell could possibly believe that summoning that thing... ah, how shameful. To judge Minotauros before ever even speaking to it. The Moon Cell saw something in the Berserker. Siegfried had no right to judge someone based off of their past. Especially him.

He approached Minotauros quietly, simply bowing his head and muttering a short "Sorry." before continuing to his destination. He schooled his features and walked towards Scathach, his steps were heavy as his boots clanked against the stone floor of the amphitheater. He soon arrived in front of the regal woman, seemingly staring into her soul. The moment seemingly lasted for an eternity, before Siegfried closed his eyes and bent down onto one knee. His head bowed, eyes to the floor as he spoke. "Rider, Siegfried. I have answered the call of the Moon Cell. Your orders please."

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He nodded simply in return to all of what was said by the "mad" Caster. With their efforts combined much could be done. Anything that could have been said further was shut down as a shadow fell across them, and a shiver automatically ran down Rider's back, and evne as he noticed Caster had fallen silent, his gaze lifted. And his jaw nearly dropped. As frightening as it was to see a gigantic servant towering over them all, there was a bestial beauty to the creature. And given how Dae had fallen silent, the overall appearance, and the response the beast gave to the servant he'd earlier thought to be Theseus, it was pretty easy to guess their True Name. The beast of the Labyrinth. The Minotaur. But in this situation...he couldn't help but feel bad for the presumably Berserker, but at the same time, to stand outside of its "tomb" at long last, he imagined it was some sort of blessing. Still, he couldn't help but feel for Caster too, he imagined the other was silent for their own connection to the Greek myth. Though, he wasn't sure why. He'd been about to walk forward when Martin had placed that hand on his shoulder, and he glanced back to the other modern servant, smiling almost sadly.

"Yeah, best we get moving. One way that it is, we have a Moon Cell to save." Looking briefly back to Scathach as he began to walk after Martin, Henry stopped by the still silent inventor, and looked at him, and only when he had the other's attention, he offered a gentle smile. "If you ever need a shoulder, let me know." It was just a simple offer if Caster ever needed the moment to vent, or talk about his own regrets, before Ford moved on, not looking to see if the commotion involving the deities was resolved before he reached the gate. Once there, he'd only look back once, to see who was following, before stepping through. Whatever lay ahead, he'd have to face of his own accord. He wasn't a Pioneer of the Stars like Edison, but that was okay, he was content with just improving the standards of life, not with reaching into the heavens, let that be another man, woman, or other being's quest. In that sense, he had one thing in common with the King of Heroes. No desire for the stars, if for different reasons.

@Player 2@Moonlit Sonata@SubjectVision