Charles

Charles didn't respond to Fumio's comments, though the one about him looking like a contract killer did draw a half-hearted glare from the man. He took a seat across from the professor while Jane took the coffee pot after Fumio was done with it and poured for the two of them. She took hers with a little bit of cream, Charles took his with 6 packets of sugar. But before Charles could take a sip, he froze, his eyes glued to the beautiful bird that had flown in to deliver some sort of parcel to the doctor. He knew in the back of his mind that it was no normal bird, but he currently was to enthralled to care. He [i]needed[/i] to capture this moment. He quickly put down his cup and pulled out his  phone, only able to take a single picture before the man left. Charles got up and was about to pursue, until he heard Jane call for him to stop.

Jane had also been watching the bird, knowing for a fact as well that it was no normal species, but her attention was drawn away by her cellphone, which she always had set on vibrate. Pulling it out, she saw that Mary had sent her a message. Jane took another drink from her cup as she opened the message, only to immediately spit it out as she beheld Saber [i]au natural[/i]. [color=f26522]"Master Dorvain, I believe we need to make haste to the art wing."[/color]

Charles turned back to Jane, then back to the retreating back of Fumio, eyes focused on the bird on his shoulder. With an extreme force of will, he turned back to Jane, looking rather unhappy as he snatched the phone away from her to see what the matter was. He looked at it for a while before turning to Jane. [color=00aeef]"Why are you so shocked by this, didn't you have me ge-"[/color] He began, only to suffer from a chronic case of fist in face. He didn't react much to it, only turning his eyes to stare at Jane, whose face was extremely red and her eyes blazing with a dark fury. 
[color=f26522]"Not another word, Master Dorvain, that is a secret between the two of us, remember?"[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Got it, I forgot, now can you remove your fist from my face."[/color]

Jane did so immediately, regaining her stoic expression, though still having a light blush on her face. Wordlessly they made their way to the art wing, opening the door to the current scene. As soon as they arrived, Charles got that look in his eye, the one that signaled when he was about to go photo crazy. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out his camera and got into a good position amongst the art students. Jane went over to her sister, making a visible effort to not look in saber's direction. . . and failing horribly. Every five seconds, her eyes would stray from her sister, to Saber, then back to her sister again. 

[color=f26522]"I see you've had an interesting day, Mary, so is there any reason why Miyamoto-sama is modeling nude. There's nothing wrong with it, but isn't he supposed to be keeping a low profile. Nothing about this is low-profile."[/color] JAne scolded her sister slightly, though it didn't hold as much weight as Jane currently had a small nosebleed running down her face, still taking glances as Saber every five seconds.

Charles was aso staring at Saber through his lens, walking around the studio until he found a good angle, then taking a picture and moving on. He didn't use flash this time, since the room was well-lit already, and he made sure to be as silent as possible so as not to disturb the other artists. As one himself, he respected their focus and had cast a small Mental Interference spell on himself so that he couldn't be heard by anyone nearby.

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Nidhogg
Utakan City, Downtown

Nidhogg had gotten bored being in his lair, so he had left to explore the city. So far he had found it to be rather interesting, everything was just so different from how he remembered things. It would almost be a shame to demolish it all. Almost

However, while he was making his way through the shopping district, he noticed to unmistakeable presences. Servants were nearby, and beneath his mask, his black tongue slithered out to lick his teeth in anticipation. He wasn't going to attack them, but he would try and provoke them into a fight, or at the very least, try and make some chaos happen. He approached the nearest presence, a woman in a strange white outfit. [i]Must be some kind of priestess or something[/i] he thought as he approached. He was currently wearing a white dress shirt with a black tie and black dress pants, his shoes being shiny, black loafers. It had been on one of the corpses he had excavated, and he had decided to take it as his own, though he had remade it with use of his roots. 

He would walk up behind her as she was about to enter one of the many stops, his voice coming out in a hissing whisper.

[color=9e0b0f]"Why hello there Ma'am, and what brings a Servant such as your self to the big city in plain sight. That isn't a very effective way of keeping out of trouble."[/color]

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