Rose Andrews
Foreclosed Shipping Facility, City outskirts

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"Conventional wisdom and tradition," Rose answered her servant coldly. Her Servant's attitude was not unexpected but it provoked a defensive anger from her. She continues, "Not that I care for starters. The Master and Servant pact we have entered is out of necessity not out of want. The rules of this war were no created by me but by others. I cannot touch the grail without the hands of a servant. I would die before I could get what I desired. You need me to supply you with mana and anchor you in this age. Other than those reasons we do not need each other." Rose raises her hand showing off her command seals, "As for these markings, I shall do with them as I dam well please. Namely, In my own defense and to secure 'us' the grail."

Rose took a step back. She knew she did not really stand a chance. Rose had read up about the previous grail wars and how casters tend to be the most free of the servants. One killed her master on sight and became a master herself. One went rogue and only cared about slaughter of children. Would Rose's story in this grail war be written by her death and her servant running amok? Rose knew backing down might be a sign of weakness in the eyes of her servant, but it might also save her life. Rose spoke again, "I plan to make the best of our partnership. I hope we will be more symbiotic rather than parasitic to each other. There is much to be done before Victory can be claimed."

[@Rosette Christopher]

Assassin
Room 706, New Hangover Hotel

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Assassin pondered his master. She was odd, very odd. Not terribly focused from what he could tell. She seemed to have several talking familiars. Some kind of obsession with masks. Assassin put his original mask back onto his face. He had played along with his master expecting something to happen. When nothing did, Assassin was his usual silent self. When his master told him telepathically not to speak, he was kinda insulted. It didn't matter. The mental link was a useful tool for a silent killer like himself. Over the link, He replied back as coldly as winter air, "I am the White Death, Simo Hayha. I have Presence concealment as for my designation as Assassin. I have extreme focus, clairvoyance, disengage, and protection from arrows. My noble phantasm is my rifle also called white death. Range 400 meters. Anti-personnel. I don't miss. Good enough report?" 

[@Paradox Witch]