[color=pink][b][Beserker - Servant][/b][/color]

[color=f9ad81]"The best course of action might be to conduct some reconnaissance. Perhaps you could learn something about the enemy by infiltrating them."[/color] Her master whispered back to her as the two of them were sitting at the table. She shook her head with defiance as she knew she wasn't capable of doing what her master told her what to do. The best she could do in this situation was to defend him when shit hit the fan and run before they get killed. She hoped her master wasn't mad at her already as she was only doing this for his own good and protection against the other competitors. 

Looking back down at her diary within her right hand, it was flipped open as she carefully glanced at its contents every so often in random intervals. Making sure that nothing dangerous was going to happen, for if it did she had a preemptive start before chaos reigned. And so, she waited with her pink eyes looming back and forth the room observing. For the moment everything was calm at the moment with no big cards were being played, but that was until someone decides to go and flip over the boat. It was just a matter of when that was going to happen, and when it did, Beserker would be the first to jump off the ship with her master by any means and if she could, she would make sure to have the boat take someone else down...

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[b][Master][/b]

Viona sighed at the continued outrage of Tatsunoko, but it was now a battle of headaches which she was determined not to show visibly which was the raging master or her servant actually liking Giglamesh and inside Viona's head listing all the reasons why not to like him. But then something came and lightened up her day, at least a little bit as a little birdie gave her a small note "Nice to see someone cares. Best of luck to you." Smiling at the man, she nodded in confirmation as she too wished the man good luck with the war with the grail as well. However, waiting here at the table with just Gilgamesh and the other master fighting with his poor servant, one with christian origin was starting to indeed be dull. Her servant wasn't making it any better as well, as she was fawning over Giglamesh, the arrogant prick which out of all the people she could chose, she picked him. Sighing she twiddled with a small green gem in her hand as she juggled it around with her finger, bouncing it around until the event started.