[color=8dc73f][u][b]Marie Andersen[/b][/u][/color]

It would seems the little girl was prideful and confident. Surprising. A trait that could be used to trace which hero she was, if not for the very glaring lack of heroes being very young girls. Joan of Arc came to mind, but she did not think the Maid would be this young, nor be associated with the Archer class. To make things more complicated, the Servant offered not their own name, nor any other hint of which hero she might be.

So be it.

In a way, not knowing the name of your own Servant does have its merits.

"..in my name..." she murmured to herself.

Oddly enough she had never even thought of having the wish for herself. Marie had no real need of wealth, nor does she want for anything. Her life right now was enough for her. Surely there were others clamoring for the grail with desires of their own, and with more magecrafts than she had.

"I will hold you to that promise. ...Archer." [i]Though it is not for my sake that you will fight,[/i] she thought to herself.

With a final bellow, Gabriel finished his speech, and dismissed the executors, signalling the time to begin preparations for the meet with the Masters. With some final words of encouragements to Marie, he squeezed her shoulder once, and headed out the underground room, leaving them both alone.

"Come, let us walk. The war would officially begin soon, once the Masters are all gathered, and the Supervisors speaks."

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[color=8dc73f][u][b]Lancer[/b][/u][/color]
[i]Abandoned Apartment, Downtown[/i]

"It is a pleasure to meet you, brave warrior. I, Plain, am indeed your Master and the one who has summoned you..." His Master spoke for a moment before stopping. "I must ask, before we move on to establishing our contract. What manner of Hero are you? And what shall you be called?"

"Ah, forgive me. I seem to have forgotten my manners in the presence of such beauty." Lancer gave a bow, smiling all the while. "I am Cuchulainn, Lancer."

Ah, so it was truly this woman. Lancer had a horrible thought of suddenly having his master killed and replaced by another for some reason. Regardless of that sudden flight of fancy, he was quite pleased to discover Plain not only had very pleasing looks and demeanour, but the energy to supply and power him as well. It was almost enough to make him forget about that rather... excited look his Master had. Almost.

But the first time meeting was hardly the time to pry into someone's business, not without actually knowing about them first.

"So, Master? What is your orders?" He asked.

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[i]Church on the northern hill overlooking the town - Church Nave[/i]

Solemnly Gabriel walked up the aisle, as the executors filed into one side of the church, staring down the Orthodox Knights on the other side. The air was tense, as the Catholic representative finally reached the Orthodox representative standing near the pulpit, each wearing their own garbs, and criticizing the others' clothing.

"Gabriel Mayers." The man, Aleksei Misayev, was shorter than Gabriel, and had a very rugged look upon him, compounded by the eyepatch he donned. In contrast to Gabriel however, he had a more welcoming air to him, along with a gentle smile. The only similarity they shared was the air of authority and power they both emanated.

"Aleksei Misayev." Gabriel replied in turn. "I trust all is accounted for?"

"Everything is in order. Just as agreed, we let you supervise this war, and once it is over, you go home without meddling in our affairs."

Nodding in agreement, Gabriel took his place in front of the pulpit, as Aleksei stood by his side. "The Masters should be here soon. And after, the start of the war."