[IC] Fate/esoterica

[Raineh Daze]

Isabelle d'Antibes

The small girl sniffed at the air, confirming the same suspicions as her Servant... the smell of burning? Burning that was not, it seemed, triggering a fire safety alarm--though one of the employees seemed to be fervently apologising for some sort of mix-up in the kitchen area. Not that she cared too much, it wasn't getting in her way... though the smell of smoke didn't mix terribly well with her ice-cream. It was a good thing that she was almost done with that.

Slightly louder than need be, the nun asked: "Saber, is there somewhere you wish to go after this?"

Maybe they could bait out the other Servant?

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Evelyn and Elisabeth

... it was no good, with the first crash, Evelyn was certain that she had to know what was going on; if she didn't keep her eyes open there was far too good a chance of being skewered. Mages weren't to be trusted, or something like that--Elisabeth had been pretty clear to not make deals with any of the Masters in this war. She had to know what they were actually dealing with, even if it would be hard to avoid interfering at all, having to fight against using an ability that came as easily as blinking did.

With the blindfold around her neck, it only took an instant for purple eyes to adjust to the darkness--purple normally was a strange enough colour, but with red and gold swirling, mixed in, they were quite the sight. And at the Berserker's warning, Evelyn briefly looked around for a mage... no, nothing. At least not from this ditch. But raising her head just a bit to take in her Servant...

Who knew a Berserker could be so tiny? But her, and the glaive-wielding Servant she was fighting... these numbers didn't add up. The forces involved just didn't sync right, the strength of that arm could easily rip her head off, tearing out the tree trunk... bodies couldn't do that. They were supposed to break if they tried to be that strong. Everything seemed slightly off to the white-haired Master, and already, watching these two was making her head start to hurt making sense of it all...

But at least she could still follow what was happening. These eyes had one benefit.

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Assassin

(Huzzah, we know what she calls her Master now in English~)

"I'll take it with me and we can invite anyone we meet for a drink on the spot. Do you have any cups, Sweetie?" the Assassin asked, picking up the case and balancing it on one hand. The diminutive monster was now set to go with her Master, so long as she didn't delay too much--it might be more interesting to just sit and drink under the moonlight if this was going to take a while. This wasn't a bad place for a war, you could still see the sky pretty well.

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Estelle Varianbec

From the very start, there were a few things that were immediately evident as the battle between Servants began. To begin with, no matter what the small girl had prepared herself for, what she saw now was entirely beyond it. Her Lancer's performance was incredible, exhibiting enough power to effortlessly shatter concrete, and she could even hear the eruptions of air pressure from here. Even a skilled magus such as herself, someone who was born for this, was taken aback by the sheer strength and swiftness on display.

So, this was a battle between Servants, was it?

The other thing she noted, after her initial surprise, was the way in which the enemy Servant had dodged the initial blow from Lancer. That was a surprise too... and the most obvious conclusion it lead Estelle to was that their enemy was neither Caster nor Assassin. This made sense, she supposed. By appearances it would have seemed obvious that the enemy belonged to one of the two classes least likely to exhibit strong martial prowess. However, neither Caster nor Assassin would have benefited from so obviously exposing themselves. Even if the Servant preferred not to enter spirit form, and desired to lean about the town first-hand, travelling to the Church so blatantly at this time of night would have made it obvious what they were.

Even if Servants of those classes did want to explore the town without entering spirit form, so close to the Church, and so obviously, seemed unlikely to say the least.

But that left the question of the enemy's class. They wielded no weapon, and had just yanked a tree from the ground. This left two likely options, in the end: Rider, or Berserker.

A strong servant of any class could perform such a feat of strength, so the small, tan-skinned girl's guesses were based entirely off of the the lack of a visible weapon of any kind.

A Rider-class Servant's Noble Phantasm(or indeed, Noble Phantasms) were likely to be very strong, and make up the bulk of the Servant's power. It was possible the enemy wanted to avoid showing their hand too early. Berserker seemed somewhat more likely, however, though it seemed to Estelle that the enemy was not using Mad Enhancement at the moment.

Still, though, what potential Berserker looked like that?

Well, it didn't matter. Estelle smiled to herself.

Lancer would destroy his enemy. She hadn't summoned one of the strongest figures who could occupy the class, using a catalyst granted to her by her family, just for show.

That being said...

Estelle eyed the streets below, walking across the rooftop as she did. If she could locate the enemy Servant's Master quickly... Well, forcing them to surrender would be easy. Estelle knew she could overpower most potential enemy magi, after all...

If they didn't surrender, she'd kill them.

Not that she felt particularly inclined to stop the battle right now. She was confident, after all, that Lancer would win. But telling the enemy Master how doomed they were seemed like it would be entertaining.

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[KoL]

EMILIA WAROV

The magical energy wafting through the air near the church was so dense and of such an oppressive nature that Emilia could feel it crawling under her skin, causing every hair in her body to stand like the fur of a wary animal. Even so, the smallish looking girl felt compelled to push her plan ahead. After all, what kind of magus would she be if she didn't see her own scheme through the end?

"That said, a battle between Servants is really something else. Modern magi will never be able to catch up to such power. Servants are... really the ultimate dolls. Do you not think so, Caster?" Emilia said telepathically. Even her mental voice sound exhilarated, yet none of these dark emotions showed themselves on Emilia's face. To any onlookers, she was just a girl happily walking with her family's dog while they took a trip to visit their local church and bring a homecooked meal to their current man, or woman, of the cloth.

"Disposing of a person that happened to wander into the wrong place at the wrong time is easy, but a whole family in an otherwise peaceful neighborhood is a whole other story. Let us just hope our enemies are smart enough to figure that. Just in case, be ready to provide some distraction if need be, Caster. We certainly can't back down from a fight if they choose to chase us down," Emilia said to Caster just as they reached the last turn that would get them right in front of the church.

As soon as they were in position, the recently converted into a familiar, dog 'accidentally' escaped from Emilia's hands, running ahead in chase of whatever was causing the commotion the family heard from a little down the road. Naturally, she ran after it only to stumble before a massive man wearing an ancient Oriental armor, whose most impressive features were an almost supernatural beard and a polearm that looked to be impossibly heavy. On the other side of the street was a girl whose savage looks and cheap dressing habits, coupled with a brutal power, made Emilia think if such a thing as a Heroic Spirit of Street Urchins existed.

The whole family came to a halt with the mother screaming from the bottom of her lungs, the young boy freezing up before losing the strength of his knees and, finally, the poor daughter completely catatonic, hugging her dog as if her life depended on it. Their lives pretty much at the mercy of the titans clashing in the street.

If this plan didn't give Emilia the chance she needed, she was ready to burn even a Command Spell, if need be. The only thing she wasn't going to admit is losing in a game of wits to other magi without even getting the chance to try.

ARCHER

"Hmph! I was expecting something else to happen. Could it be that the men of this era forgot a thing so basic such as how to properly please their idols?" Euryale said, before stuffing her face with her burger. Whether the purple-haired loli was doing that to disguise a pout or because she was that interested in cheap fast food was anyone's guess.

"I suppose we will have to try something else to expose our enemies. Do you have any ideas of your own, Master? Like this, I'm not as good with pranks as 'I' would be, but if you want to, I can certainly think of something," She added before continuing her meal.

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Lancer

The bearded Servant barely had to move his head aside when the girl careened past him, avoiding his blow. Lancer twisted his body around, ready to defend from further assault. This girl... her size and speed would make her tricky to decisively strike, but he remained confident in his victory. From Lancer's point of view, his opponent appeared to be someone lacking proper martial art capability. Combined with a lack of weapon, and the worst case scenario he could foresee, was having to wait for her to tire before claiming victory.

...Then again, ripping a tree from the ground wasn't really expected.

It was of no concern to Lancer, however, who swung his pole-arm once more, cleaving the trunk into pieces with a single swing of his scaled blade. A mere tree could not hope to stand up to a Noble Phantasm, after all. Not that Lancer was naive: The tree was not meant to be a serious assault (well, he hoped it wasn't, otherwise it'd just be insulting), but a decoy. He was already swinging his blade horizontally in front of him once more, to cut off a follow-up attack. Perhaps he should have invoked his weapon's abilities, but he could hardly double-guess himself right now, thanks to a new element to the battle. Witnesses.

"Ugh!" Involuntarily, he stayed his weapon, his attention wavering for a single second. Where has that family come from?! Why did they approach the sounds of battle like this?! There were children, too...
Master, civilians. He quickly communicated to Estelle with a grim expression. As he was still conducting battle, he could hardly take the time to fully brief his Master. His real aim was direction: What would Estelle decide was the best course of action to take?

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Kishinami Hakuno

This grail war seemed determined to shatter Hakuno's perceptions on what a perfect and elegant goddess acted like. The plain-faced girl watched her Servant scoff down fast food like a hungry child, wondering if Archer would take offence to having her cheeks wiped clean once she was done.

Whatever Archer had tried to do, evidently failed, and Hakuno folded her arms, falling deep into thought. How were they to identify their opponents without exposing themselves at the same time? She had to tread carefully, after all: In virtually every conceivable way, Hakuno as a Master was disadvantaged. Having a divine Servant may alleviate her weakness somewhat, but that same weakness could also prove to be Archer's downfall if she got too confident...

Hazel eyes scanned the restaurant she looked to guess who seemed... well, 'Master'-like. How was she supposed to figure that kind of thing out!? It'd take a miracle to- did that nun just say 'Saber'?
Hakuno paired at the small girl suspiciously, wondering if she had misheard. It was... surely she'd made a mistake, right? You wouldn't call out a Servant class so loudly, right?!

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Saber

Ah...? Why... why was her Master so blatantly referring to her as such? If there was an enemy Servant so close by, surely they would notice and-

They would notice...

In spite of her initial reaction of confusion, Saber swiftly put two and two together. Her Lord had spoken as such intentionally. It was unlikely that any normal patrons of the fast food restaurant would take notice of such a thing, far too busy with their own conversations. But a Master and Servant, however, would very likely take a clear notice of someone being referred to by the name of one of the seven classes. There was no way it could be a coincidence, not here. Not now.

"... I would like to investigate the town further," the white-haired girl replied, doing her best to give a subtle glance around the restaurant for any reactions. "I believe it could only be of benefit to us if we are both as familiar with the surrounding area as possible."

It wasn't merely a response designed to draw out a reaction. It was genuine. This town was to be a secret battlefield between Heroic Spirits. The Catacombs beneath, the forests, even the amusement park, all of it could pose as a potential site for a battle to the death between Servants. As such, thorough understanding and exploration of each potential battlefield was absolutely a necessity.

It was possible they would be tested in one of them quite soon.

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Caster

We are granted these temporary bodies for the purpose of battle, Caster replied, simply, to her Master's comments, In fact, there are some cases in which a Servant is indeed weakened from their state in life, though others have gained attributes they did not possess in life due to the nature of their legend.

The dematerialized Servant's attention shifted, now, to the execution of her Master's plan and to the battle ensuing between the other two Servants. While their identities were difficult to discern, what could be intuited was their classes. To begin with, the large, bearded man was wielding what appeared to be a form of Asian lance, though Caster's knowledge of weaponry was hardly enough to determine anything else in more detail. Certainly, she knew of other legends and history from the knowledge granted to her by the Grail, but she could not say that she recognized anything further then 'this Servant is Asian in origin'.

That being said, it did allow her to determine the class of the Servant in question. He was, most likely, Lancer.

As for the other, the girl... that was somewhat more difficult. Naturally, the assumption with one who appeared as such would be one of the less martial classes, such as Assassin. However, that guess was shot down almost immediately by the very direct engagement the girl was involved in. Even Assassin-class Servants capable of direct conflict would likely not engage in such a battle in such a manner.

The most likely option, in this light, was Berserker. But what Berserker had the appearance of a young girl? To her knowledge, there was no figure who stood out as the likely option.

Caster waited and watched, ready to spirit her Master away if things did not go as planned, confident she could obscure her nature well enough if need be.

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Estelle Varianbec

What? Why had...

Why did a family have to come here? To stumble in, right now, right here? Why did they have to appear just like that, in the middle of their battle? What had they been thinking? Why were they here?!

Estelle narrowed her eyes. The secrecy of the Holy Grail War, and of magecraft, was important above everything else. In the normal course of things, that would have given them a necessary duty. That was to kill any witnesses, no matter what. But an entire family... making all of them disappear... wouldn't that draw attention?

... A young girl, a young boy, their mother...

Making an entire family disappear...

Unbidden, a feeling of loss suddenly rose in the small girl's heart. She had never known her family, and-

No, she had to focus. She wasn't created to fail.

But... making an entire family disappear was... it would be too noticeable, wouldn't it?

Lancer, she began, after a moment's pause, ... A... apprehend them. I'll alter their memories, they'll simply witnessing recall a car accident or something else like that. Hmph... walking around like that...

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[Crusader Lord]

Scylla

Servant Berserker

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Near The Redrock Catholic Church: "A Real Tree-t for the Eyes"

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Sounds of fear, something she was very used to, but that in this situation were things she had to pay attention to. A family, freaking out at looking at two servants fight. So late at night, so much in the dark, it.....it felt too convenient. Her predatory instincts as a monster could not help but draw such a conclusion. She'd killed and eaten many, slain the sailors of Odysseus, fought (even if she was killed by) Heracles. To go into the night into places where few to no people might be, that was a risk that might fit best for going about a human city that was secure enough. But for she whom has lived far longer as monster than maiden, her instincts rang out to her that this was some sort of trick. Whether for right or wrong, she truly didn't know, she only had what she had to go on. To act on.

And furthermore, she had to put her master's safety first in this situation. Sensibility of her actions be damned!

Grabbing another tree, the small Berserker hefted the large tree in the direction of the "scared" family with again a frightening ease for such a small individual. The war could not be exposed, that Grail had told her that much, and frankly she couldn't think of another action right now on the fly. Unless impeded, then to her perspective the thrown projectile would potentially smash them to a pulp in one shot, and someone would clean it up. Maybe if this opponent valued the secrecy, or if this war's neutral party wanted to ensure things weren't discovered. As a monster, she frankly didn't care if the family was obliterated underneath the weighty, thick trunk of the tree, so long as it solved the situation and potentially distracted her opponent. After all, the man seemed far more human than she, she could virtually tell that on sight as a monster.

Then immediately after grabbing and throwing the tree, the small Berserker blitzed over to where her master and master's companion were. Scooping them up in each arm, Scylla began to flee away from the Church, moving at speeds that would be safe for the two females in her arms.

'Master, we've got to go somewhere safe!' the small Berserker communicated to her master over their mental link as she continued the process of fleeing.

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[Raineh Daze]

Isabelle d'Antibes

Polishing off the remainder of her meal, Isabelle rose to her feet, declining to look around to see if she was being noticed. That would only serve to give away how intentional this all was... rather than making it seem like she was simply socially deaf. "Very well, Saber, let's go for a walk."

Leading the way, the Executor slipped her hands into her pockets, palming a pair of relatively unobtrusive handles. It wouldn't do to be caught unarmed if the Master decided to take the opportunity to strike at her... though Saber should be more than enough to keep her safe, the keys would at least annoy a Servant long enough to get away. At least, that was the idea, if she had the speed to pull it off.

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Evelyn and Elisabeth

If she'd had time, Evelyn might have thought to argue with her Servant about her chosen distraction. It had been made clear that the war was to be kept unobtrusive, but that didn't have to mean killing random civilians in the process. Or even failing that, flattening people with tree trunks launched like spears was the sort of thing that was only going to raise more questions. Of course, the idea that it was something for Lancer to stop might also have occurred in the time taken to argue... but there simply wasn't time to talk or think before her Servant decided to run off with her.

But even without time enough to think things through, Evelyn knew one thing: she wasn't a murderer. And time for that thought was all the time that she needed to act, knowing that there was no way she was going to entirely stop or slow such a massive force... but she didn't need to. It comparatively only needed a small nudge to go off target.

It was a shame there wasn't time for finesse, and the result was less "slightly off target" and more "somehow the tree curved in midair". An overkill that Evelyn was painfully aware of as Berserker fled the scene, fearing that the fire burning in her eyes would spread, and struggling to make out more than blurs. Though part of that was undoubtedly the speed, this wasn't the first time... and hopefully, like before, her sight would clear to more than a world of blurred shapes and numbers.

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Lancer

Understood.

So his Master had chosen the merciful route. That suited Lancer fine, but he could take pride in her kindness later. His opponent had opted instead to hurl another tree at the defenceless enemy. The coward! Attacking the helpless like that! Unfortunately, it left him with no time to strike her down, he had to save the humans before they were crushed. The hulking Lancer burst towards them, his weapon raised. If he could just get in front of it...

The tree, which should have launched straight at them, somehow tilted away from them...? Whatever the cause, it gave Lancer just enough time. Coming to a stop in front of the closest child, Lancer raised his blade, embedding it within the trunk of the tree sailing above. With frightening ease, he balanced the tree above him, sighing with relief. It wasn't often that he was overly-concerned with his speed, but being an atypically-statted Lancer could sometimes be worrisome.

Still, he'd stopped the tree from crushing the hapless family - even if the strange arc the trunk took wouldn't have directly hit them, there were numerous branches that could have caused serious injuries, and this way, he stopped the tree from at least causing more collateral damage.

The opponent, however, escaped.

...I've succeeded, Master. The bearded giant informed Estelle, Unfortunately, I couldn't stop the enemy from escaping. My apologies.

He turned his head towards the figures behind him, polearm held aloft still, "Are any of you hurt?"

[KoL]

Emilia Warov

By the time Lancer addressed the family, both mother and son had fainted. A normal reaction of the brain trying to preserve its sense of reality when one was confronted with such a jarring turn of events. The two of them were unceremoniously laid at the sidewalk, lost in their catatonic slumber, while the young girl stared at him with eyes that reflected both awe and excitement. The appropriate kind of gaze for one that has been confronted with living legends right out a storybook.

"That was amazing!" Emilia said in an excited voice. "Are you shooting a movie, Mister? Wait, no that can't be it, I don't see any cameras around, so are you a Toku hero or something like this?" she followed up, making her best impression of a common little girl. Whether this plan would get her anywhere or not was yet to be seen but the only choice Emilia has at this moment was to push forward; backpedaling would earn her nothing an undignified death, after all.

Euryale

"My my, what a cute Master do I have. With this sort of reactions, I can't help but feel like teasing her even more," the smallish Archer thought as she observed her Master's attempts at finding their opponents.

Thankfully, it seemed like their enemies also had the same idea, but were much blunter in their approach, or so it looked like considering the words that came out of the doll-like nun's lips.

"So, Saber is a soft-looking person as well, huh? She reminds me of 'that girl', however, it feels like her disposition is on a totally different level. I wonder where did she come from?" Euryale said to her Master, telepathically, while she continued to consume her burger and swing her feet idly, like a little girl, or at least a young one...

It was during one of those childish gestures that she 'accidentally' kicked the table, causing a ketchup bottle to topple and spill some of its saucy contents over her Master.

"Oh no, we have to get these off before it leaves a stain," Archer said in a half-apologetic tone, not unlike that of a prankster child. "Quick, let's go to the restroom and get some water at it," she added while tugging her Master's sleeve. Once they were out of sight of their foes it would be just a matter of thinking of the next step on this battle of wits.

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Saber

"Very well, Master."

It was easy to understand what her Lord's ploy was. To depart quickly, and lead the enemy out of the restaurant and to a location where they could conduct battle. As a result, when Isabelle rose to her feet, so to did Saber, stretching as she did. Of course, she didn't actually need to. Rather, it was cover for her to cast a very brief glance around the room without moving her head, her crimson eyes briefly flicking around the room to see if she could see anything suspicious. She had to avoid being too obvious, or else her Master's plan would become apparent. Regardless, she was soon following the nun.

The white-haired girl was prepared to draw her blade and protect her Master at a moment's notice, certainly. If the enemy tried to attack them as soon as possible, she felt confident enough in her ability to react before any harm came to Isabelle.

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Kishinami Hakuno

Ah, they were leaving... Hakuno's eyes followed the nun and her companion, still in disbelief. It couldn't possibly have been so easy to find them! It was... too convenient. Too obvious! And... seriously, why was a nun fighting in a holy grail war? ...Phrasing it like that, the young master felt it was a stupidly-obvious connection, but still!

So focused on her enemies, she jumped in her seat when Archer communicated with her telepathically. She blinked in the Servant's direction. She... she was so calm, seemingly unconcerned with their opponents. Had she no fear? That nun apparently contracted with a Saber class, the supposed strongest of them all. Even if Archer was divine, a little more caution could be practised, right? The small, seemingly-innocent girl was just the very picture of an adorable little sister right now!

"...Putting that aside, Arc- um... what are we suppos-" Hakuno's whispered question was interrupted when the table shook slightly, and a ketchup bottle fell over the edge. The strangely-loose cap fell away, spilling its contents on her lap. Hakuno stared silently at the mess on her clothes, her mind trying to process if this was a product of divine intervention, for some grievous sin she committed. She was dragged away by Archer, putting up no resistance, despite her confusion. Sure, it sucked that her clothes were ruined, but weren't they just letting their opponents escape like this...?

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Estelle Varianbec

Many things had happened at once. The enemy Master had fled, a tree had been thrown at the family, and then it was suddenly off-course, with Lancer deflecting it further. Estelle's body had tensed the moment she saw the tree hurtle through the air, but now she relaxed. It wasn't as if she had cared what happened to the family, of course. Rather she had simply concluded that killing all of them would be too noticeable, and altering their memories was was the more subtle way to go about it. Naturally. There was no other thoughts in her mind. She was a homunculus created for this purpose, of course she wasn't worried about the fate of this random family. Anyone insisting otherwise would be an absolute fool.

An absolute fool!

"Lancer, bring them here, so I can alter their memories."

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[Crusader Lord]

Scylla

Servant Berserker

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Beach Far from the Redrock Church

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The small Berserker had continued to get away despite her master's interfering actions with the tree. It wasn't any time to fuss or argue, merely to act and get her mastery to saftey. That was what her instincts told her, and so she had continued to run away, pushing herself and making sure her two passengers were safe. She passed through some woods near the edge of the city before moving through the forest proper, but eventually made her way to a beach shore, coated in the moonlight as waves lapped up along the sandy shore. It was something, at least, to distance herself from the other enemy and their stupid mage. At least, she assumed it was a mage. Kinda had to be enough of one to summon a servant, eh?

"Ah....you are safe now, master," the small Berserker said aloud as she set her master and master's friend down gingerly, carefully upon the sand below.

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Evangeline Henderson

Master of Assassin

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Parking Lot of the Redrock Church, Redrock

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Wasn't too much of a drive to her destination, though she hoped her servant wasn't too displease with the trip as to do something against it. Though the oni, with the gift of many bottles of quality sake, seemed well enough off as a servant that they'd be able to get back to the beach home before anything like her servant just blitzing off back home out of boredom might happen. Wasn't like the other mages here would be doing stupid crap this first night, right? A lot of them might be making further preparations and such just to work out their defenses and such, just as Evangeline herself had set up with her familiar colonies placed underground. Heh, except her defenses in that sense would continue to grow and spread like a plague underneath the earth, and down the length of the leyline the other had been placed near even faster. But as for tonight, just all of them checking in seemed rather reasonable, though her gut gave her a feeling that might not be the case. After all, this was supposed to be a war, and any sort of mage could have been drawn here.

So as her car pulled into the parking lot, she almost didn't blink at the sight before her as much as almost want to sigh out of her mind. A small family, an entire tree or two that had been uprooted it seemed, and a figure unmistakable as a servant. Damn it. First night and someone was already getting exposure to the common people of this town, though personally she felt that this could also be a ploy by an unscrupulous mage who wanted a meat shield. She didn't think much on the matter beyond this, though, as she turned off the car and stepped out like normal.

'We'll just head inside the church from the side door here. Seems like some mage decided to expose their servant like this, so their idiot of a master can handle it. Seems a battle happened though, huh,' Evangeline thought to her servant, even her mental communication almost sighing aloud at the stupid sight. But not being close enough to normally get involved in this, the female magus began walking towards the side door of the Redrock Church with a casual but fast stride.

Last thing she wanted was to get caught in this, and potentially Assassin might want to just get this done and get back to some drinks as well back at the beach home. Though if any of the other masters tried to involve her in this situation, she'd gladly defend herself as needed. As much as she felt dull to the situation visible near the front of the church to her, getting needlessly involved would be dumb as well.

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Isabelle d'Antibes

Leading the way, Isabelle seemed to have a specific destination in mind within the confines of Redrock. She followed a road that would have been busy in the light of a summer's day but now, this late and after dark, was practically deserted. Where, of course, would she be going but the amusement park? It avoided the potential disadvantage of trying to engage a natural hunter in a forest environment--one where both herself and Saber would stick out like sore thumbs--whilst maintaining plenty of cover in the event that their opponent preferred to engage in ranged conflict.

There was also the bonus that at this time of night, such an environment would be almost completely deserted, but for the presence of security. It was unfortunate that it could not be guaranteed to be totally free of outside interference, but at least the risk of the general public being drawn into it was quite low...

Naturally, the place was sealed tight during the night, the jaunty lighting turned off and the signs too dark to read. Not that it would be impossible to climb over, but Isabelle gestured for Saber to follow her alongside the fencing some distance away from the main entrance before turning her attention to the fence, concentrating as she sized it up... and cleanly jumping it.

"Your thoughts on fighting in here, Saber?"

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Saber

Once they reached the fence, Saber leaped and effortlessly cleared the fence as well, landing beside her Master. This was... the amusement park. It was a rather unique battlefield, if she was being honest. The rides and various stands and other buildings provided cover that wasn't quite the same as a battle in a forest. At the same time, there were also high vantage points, where a Servant in the Archer class could take advantage of having a viewpoint overlooking the battlefield in order to target their opponents more easily. In other words, it was a kind of give and take sort of location to stage a fight.

"It's not without its merits," began Saber, turning to face Isabelle as she spoke, "For example, the rides provide large and unique pieces of cover. However, they also provide a vantage point for an Archer-class Servant to position themselves on and attack from above. The same can be said of other Servants possessing high ranged capabilities."

This seemed like the best assessment the white-haired Servant could make of their surroundings.

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