Charles was stock still as he sat in a tree, watching the students go about their day through the lens of his camera. He was waiting for the assistants his father gave him to finish checking over the basic circle he had made in the bounded field he had created just a little ways away in a corpse of trees that were put up during the University beautification project, hiding the preparations from view. To pass the time, he had sought to take picture of the local populace, but so far no interesting subjects had come up, just boring run of the mill people. A ding from his phone alerted Charles that the Circle was ready, so he hopped down from the tree. Not caring if anyone saw him because no one could. He was using a mental interference spell, thus anyone that looked in his direction would unconsciously skip over him, as if he wasn't even there. It was a useful spell for avoiding the attention of non-magus, as well as for staking out areas for long periods of time in order to get a good shot. He set a good pace for the area where the ritual would take place, excitement rushing through his veins as he thought about what was soon to come, a battle royale like nothing he's ever seen before, where the sprits of long dead heroes would rise to fight once more. Just the thought of all that was possible got his blood pumping, adrenaline racing, and his heart rate seemed to triple. He never felt more alive then when he was faced with something that was actually challenging, it was also for that very reason that he didn't want to use a relic to summon his Servant, wanting to leave the odds up to chance. He didn't care who he got, or how much of an advantage or disadvantage it put him in, in fact, he wanted to get a servant that would disadvantage him a bit. It would only make the war that much more fun, but his father forced him to use one he had prepared, some great Japanese Warrior of some kind that his Father was sure would be chosen as Saber, the best of all the class for only the most heroic of spirits. He stepped into the bounded field, and after walking a ways in, found his two assistants, Mary and Jane, each holding a camera in their hands pointed towards the summoning circle placed in the middle of the circle. He had bought them yesterday while looking around the downtown area, they weren't the best of camera but were still pretty good. He'd been in Utakan City for a while now, working as Security Guard at the local University, prepping for the war by getting a base of operations, a hotel in the downtown area, and taking note of where the leylines were. But enough of that, the big moment was at hand. He nodded towards on of his assistants, he couldn't tell them apart and he couldn't find the effort to try, and she brought him the relic, an old wooden bokken the warrior was said to have used when he was alive in his duels. A blade that could not kill, so that the battle may never truly end, that is what he saw in this relic. With a wide smile on his face he stood in front of the circle, holding out the bokken in front of him for a second before he stabbed it into the center. Taking out his switchblade, he formed a small incision into his palm, dripping the life blood onto both the bokken and the magic circle around it, all the while chanting the Aria. "Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of pacts to the foundation. Let the descending winds become a wall. Let the gates in four directions close, rising above the crown, and let the three-forked road leading to the kingdom rotate. Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Five perfections for each repetition. And now, let the filled sigils be annihilated in my stead! —Set. Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate (doom) rest in thy blade. If thou submittest to the call of the Holy Grail and if thou wilt obey this will and reason, then answer my summoning! —I make my oath here. I am the person who is to become the virtue of all Heaven. I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades. Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words, come past thy restraining rings, O keeper of the balance!” As he spoke the words of summoning, the circle began to glow with great intensity, a ringing sound emanating from the circle as beam of light blast upwards, momentarily blinding Charles and his assistants as they sought to cover their eyes. When the light began to die down, and Charles' vision returned, he brought his hand down to behold the Heroic Spirit he would have command over. "Hello, my Servant, My name is Charles Dorvain, and I am your Master for this Holy Grail War. May we know victory in the end of this battle, but if not, then may it be a time of great excitement and glory for the both of us." ---- As the light died down from the ritual, a lone figure was standing in the center of it, wearing a teal yukata kimono with two weapons strapped to his side: a sheathed katana and wakizashi in a dark brown wooden scabbard. His hair was tied into a pony tail though it was still wild and sticking out of place and he had a small bit of scruff on his face. His eyes opened up to the world before him, a piercing gray that matched the steel of blade that showed the true eyes of a killer, a person who make sure his opponent is dead when he wants him dead. His face was that of a man in his mid to late thirties though one filled with experience and abundant of knowledge. He glanced around his surroundings, a dense forest most likely far away from others as to not draw any unnecessary attention, but that wasn't what was important right now. What was important was to find the person that had summoned him, his master. Well it wouldn't take much to find him for he had to the common courtesy to introduce himself as his master. He was a man with white hair or maybe extremely pale blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. It seemed like he had a good amount of mana to keep himself going as well as enough to maintain Saber's existence. Saber walked towards Charles Dorvain until he was finally standing directly in front of his master before bowing to him politely as a samurai does for his retainer as it was apart of his way of life. To be truthful, he had expected someone much older and wiser to be his master rather than a young green horn such as this young man, but he didn't have a say in it and could only go with the cards that were given to him. "It is my honor to serve you Dorvain-sama. I am the sword saint Miyamoto Musashi though as this war shall have it, I am to be addressed as Saber, a name for a nameless warrior in this war. I look forward to our partnership. Saber stood straight up once again with a polite, kind smile. ---- Saber, huh, the old coot will be glad to hear that. . . how annoying, but a strong servant will improve my chances of winning, though what I do if that happens is still beyond me Charles chuckled to himself at his thoughts before giving Saber a similar bow himself. "The honor is all mine, Miyamoto-san, and there is no need for such formalities with me, though I will not stop you from using them if you wish." Charles rose up from his bow and began to walk around Saber, giving him an analyzing look before turning to gesture at the twins. "These are my assistants, Mary and Jane, and will be assisting me in some day-to-day affairs. If you need information on anything that might interest you, please speak to Jane." The girl on the right, a woman with long, flowing red hair and a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, gave a low bow of her own to the ancient warrior. Her green eyes were piercing and her face, while beautiful, was set in a stoic expression that betrayed nothing of what she thought. She wore a casual dress of a white blouse and a black knee length skirt. "Mary will be assisting me in more in mage duties as far as helping me manage my materials for certain rituals and what not. She has very little skill in magic, but is very skilled in matters of finance and organization." The twin on the left now bowed, her eye looking away to avoid offending the Servant with her gaze. She looked nearly identical to her sister, except for her posture, which lacked the clear confidence and professionalism that Jane had. Even as she rose, her head stayed down and her eyes stayed averted. "Now then, I have a base of operations near by and we can head there now, but first a question," Charles raised up his camera, "Would you mind if I were to snap some pictures of you? I believe you would make an interesting subject, to say the least." ---- Such an informal master. One would usually think that a master would assert dominance over their servant due to their different statuses, but it seemed like that this was not the case with this young man. It seemed like this man wanted the two of them to be seen as equals, not as master or servant, but as partners, something that Saber could respect and understand, but to him there had to be some boundaries. No matter what the situation is, he is still this boy's retainer and must defend him from all threats whether they are another servant or a master. Those thoughts fluttered away as his attention was brought to two beautiful women with red hair and green eyes, a feature that he'd never seen before on a human being before. It looked like they were twins though the other one was stoic while the other hardly had any backbone so it made it easier to tell who was who. "I am in your care." Saber bowed his head to the two women. Snap some pictures? Oh yes, as soon as he was summoned by the Grail he gained information on today's society such as their technology and food. In this case he knew about cameras and photography. "Go ahead. I am quite curious of the snapping of the pictures." While he knew about cameras and photography, he didn't exactly know how it worked. Judging by he says snapping pictures it must involve with breaking something? Or maybe it's an instant ink painting? ---- No sooner had Saber given the ok, Mary and Jane instantly set to work taking multiple photographs from various angles, sometimes using the flash if the light seemed bad. Charles took a more calm and calculated approach, taking one picture for every ten the twins did. This continued for about 5-10 minutes, until Charles raised a hand, signaling that they were finished. He then spent another 5 minutes looking through the pictures, deleting the ones he deemed bad, which were a lot it seemed, passing over the ones that seemed passable, and giving a satisfied nod to the ones he liked. He only nodded 3 times in all. Once he was done, he'd give Saber his camera since the servant had seemed keen to know about the technology. “Here you go Saber, and give it to Jane when you’re done looking it over.” The pictures present on the device where very nice pictures, set to capture the sense of serenity that seemed to flow around the Samurai. Each pic made him look like he was at complete peace with his surroundings. “When you’re ready, we can go to my apartment, it isn’t that far away from here.” After that Charles would spend his time studying a butterfly that had landed on a nearby bush, Mary’s camera in his hands as he regarded the subject. He didn’t take the picture yet, as he watched with icy eyes at the beauty before him, entering his own form of silent serenity. In about 5 minutes of silence, he would take a single picture just as the butterfly leaped off it’s perch, capturing it in a moment of mid-flight grace. While Charles was preoccupied, Jane would approach Saber, giving him another bow. “It’s is a pleasure to meet you, Saber-sama, and I hope I don’t overstep my boundaries by asking a favor upon just meeting you, but I feel it’s something that must be said. My, or to better say, our master has a habit of getting over enthused in battle. Normally he has a good grasp of it, but there are times when he can’t control himself, so I would hope you would always urge my master to the side of caution.” The scarlet haired woman turned to look at her master, a hint of concern slipping through the stoic exterior she put up. “We’ve served Master Dorvain since we were all very young, my sister and I see him like more of a brother than anything else, a brother with a dangerous addiction to excitement and adrenaline. He’s only ever been motivated by what has excited him, and there are times where me and Mary fear he’d kill himself in pursuit of this thrill.” Jane sighed before she gave another bow, this one coming from her personally, she gave Saber her final statement. “Master Dorvain has no real stake in this war, so I urge you protect him as best you can, from both his enemies and himself.” With that, she rose up and stepped back to her place near her sister. ---- The only thing he could see were stars dancing around him as the flashing of lights surrounded him in an onslaught of click, click, clicks. If there was anything that made him feel uncomfortable, it was the constant attention he was getting by the three of them, especially the two women who were taking a picture of him of every feasible angle. It was like every single part of him, every single bit of privacy was torn to pieces by these strange devices. What seemed like forever finally ended once his master was satisfied after taking countless photos of him. He seemed to be very peculiar of what photos were acceptable and which ones were exceptional when he nodded, which was only a mere three times. Saber received a camera from his master and he held it up the wrong way, the lens was pointing at his face and with a click of his finger a flash enveloped his face, his pupils dilated for a few moments. Technology was a freaky mistress. "Thank you Dorvain-Sama. We'll leave when you say so." Again this boy was again focused on taking photos though this time of a butterfly instead. It seemed like his master had a love for photography. It was his art, his calling. Oh, Jane has a favor to ask of him already? Despite that stoic expression on her face, it seemed like it was just a mask to just disguise her worry towards Charles. "Jane, as his retainer I am to protect my master at all costs, whether it be enemies or himself. You need not to worry yourself over him. Just worry about you can do for him and I'll do all that I can to keep him from getting killed." He gave her his trademark serene smile before finally turning back to his master. "Dorvain-Sama, I believe it is time we should leave." Saber approached his master from behind, his hands were folded in between his two yukata sleeves. ---- Charles rose from his seat, giving a light stretch as he did so, before he turned to his servant, giving a nod of agreement. “Yes, quite right. If you wouldn’t mind, could you change into Spirit form, so as not to attract undue attention from the masses.” As he made to leave the area, he seemed to remember something as he turned around to face the summoning circle that had been painted in the grass. He pointed a finger at it dismissively, remembering that no evidence of the summoning should be left behind. "Caesio" He whispered under his breath, and from his finger came a fast moving wave of air that barreled through the grass, effectively shredding it to pieces, before he chanted another spell,"Resorbeo", which sucked all of the grass shavings back to him, condensing it all into a little ball. He made a motion, and Jane gave him a lighter, which he used to light the ball in flames, disintegrating the grass shavings, and leaving little to no evidence of them being here. On the way out, he would use a similar procedure to get rid of the marks he had made on several trees to remove the bounded field he had placed over the area. ---- "As you wish Dorvain-Sama." With that said, Saber had turned into golden dust before finally disappearing. ----- Charles nodded as he walked, Mary and Jane on either side of him. He had made sure to clear his shift for the day, so he didn't have a duties at the moment. hat in mind, he walked out of the small mini-forest and headed straight to his car, a Jaguar because it made him feel exceedingly badass. He got in the backseat, Mary taking a seat next to him as Jane took the wheel. She drove them through the city, gazing at scenery as it passed by. The apartment that he arrived at was, of course, a very ritzy place, giving off a feeling of intense opulence just from being next to it. Utakan City was a nice get away, and many of the richer long term visitors flocked to this complex, which boasted excellent service and world class hot springs. Charles exited the car as soon as Jane had parked it and walked up to his apartment, where he put away all of his equipment, before he walked down to the Hot springs to relax. Jane and Mary were right behind him, the hot springs being open to both genders, and stepped in as well. Jane looked at peace, letting all of her troubles fade away in the steaming water. Mary, still wrapped in her towel, also enjoyed the water,, though gave wary glances at Charles, wondering if he would. . .. Crap, he was. Charles was staring at both women intensely through the lens of a special water proof camera, walking around to photograph the two from multiple perspectives. Mary sinked into the water, giving her master an annoyed look as he continued his obsession. Jane did what she always did in situations like these, ignored Charles knowing that he'd eventually stop. "You're free to join us all if you want, Saber-sama, the springs are nice and we wouldn't mind." Mary managed a nod of agreement, rising a little bit out of the water when Charles finally ceased his photo shoot, looking through the pictures he had taken. They were all kept extremely tasteful, as Charles believed that blatant raunchiness was unworthy of photography, but each one held a certain sense of hidden sensuality, the steam only serving to highlight it by hiding parts of their bodies, giving them an almost divine look of sensual innocence. ---- "If it won't bother you then yes, I wouldn't mind a dip." Saber said as he reformed into his physical form and he already had a towel wrapped around his waist. He sat on the edge of the spring with his feet dipped into the got water slightly. With his robes gone, he showed a surprisingly well toned, muscular body that he had gained in his past life doing laborious work. While it wasn't body builder proportions, his arms and legs were thick like iron support beams and his abs and pecks were well defined. His hands went up and untied his pony tail, letting his long wild brown hair to fall down past his shoulders. "Dorvain-Sama, it isn't decent of a man to photograph partially nude women no matter how beautiful and attractive they are." Saber scolded his master, his thick arms folded arms together as he looked at his master sternly. Saber finally stepped into the water and let out a content sigh as he felt every pour and muscle in his body just seemed to be filled with euphoria. He then ducked his head underwater and then came back out, his hair dripping wet and his eyes still closed. His hands slicked his hair back, exposing his handsome, serene face once again. "Now this is just what I needed. All that's missing is a bit of sake and we'd be absolutely golden." He laughed slightly and leaned back against the edge of the of spring. "So tell me, how is it that a young man such as yourself can afford to live in a place as decadent as this? If you allow me to be so privy Dorvain-Sama." ---- "I disagree with you there, Saber, there is a certain grace in capturing the human form in all of it's glory, especially when that glory is hidden in a way that is also revealing. Besides, I've done this since we were children, they've never complained before. They did make me delete the earlier pictures once I hit a certain age, said something about it not being appropriate. They were some good pictures among them to." Charles said, giving a sulking glare at Jane, who looked not the east bit repentant of her actions. Instead, she continued to wash herself, which caused Charles to sulk even further before he return his attention to Saber as he asked his second question. "Simple, I'm from old money. The Dorvain family is a very old name in the world of Magic, and is very wealthy as a result. the family has a hand in various industries, most notable of them is that of technology, in which we are the main share-holders. So my family is quite rich, and I've made quite a bit of money myself through my photography, though it's a paltry amount compared to what has accumulated in my numerous bank accounts from my annual allowance." As he spoke, Charles took a dismissive tone whenever he mentioned his family. His parents where hardcore Magus and he had never been close with them, and had never really felt urge to do so himself. He just wanted to live his life the way he saw fit. "I haven't touched that money since my father created it, though I don't quite know why. Some misguided feeling of spite for a poor childhood perhaps." Charles shrugged before he set to enjoying the feel of the baths, allowing his body to just melt away into the rejuvenating waters. ---- Dorvain-Sama is quite dense isn't he. Saber thought to himself as he watched his master glare at Jane who didn't once mind it and continued to bathe herself. He didn't quite agree with his master. Yes it did bring out the unknown beauty that is hidden away, but that wasn't what he was arguing against. It was more to due with the consent with the two young women, Mary, who seemed to be much more uncomfortable with photography while she was barely wearing anything though Jane hardly cared about it. No use in talking about it still. So his master came from a rich family, something he fully expected from a mage family that had been involved with the world of magic for many generations. Perhaps it was a good thing that his master was from such a family; bloodline does provide a mage with grander powers. It could explain how a kid like him could obtain an artifact that would summon Saber. Especially if the blood is as old as Dorvain claimed it to be. So his master was actually quite successful even without using his money due to his skills as a photographer. It wasn't that he respected, it was the fact that this boy never touched that money and made a name of himself. "I see. Well I think that's enough chatting for now." He closed his eyes and and enjoyed the bath.