[color=Blue] [center] [h1]  Cu Chulainn, Lancer [/h1] [/center] [/color] 

[center] 

Plaza of the Inca Hotel

Room 207
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[@Holy Grail]

[color=blue] “A luncheon with the other Masters, eh? That is like a party, right? Suppose I am not the only one who would want to converse with the people I will eventually kill, eh?” [/color]

Some could consider the blue tights wearing Lancer a tad bit odd regarding his situation regarding viewing his enemies. Even if someone was an “enemy”, he could still speak to them in a casual manner. Hell, he wouldn’t even be adverse to spending time getting to know them if they were someone he liked. Lancer didn’t believe that the person he had to kill, despite being someone he would eventually have to defeat in battle, was really his “enemy”. Merely circumstances brought them to fight. 

Is it really wrong not to feel hate towards an opponent? At the very least, those who didn’t piss Lancer off, which granted wasn’t particularly difficult to do if you were a certain red Archer or had a similar personality. But Lancer didn’t have much to lose or gain from these sorts of conflicts. He didn’t particularly have a wish from the grail. His only desire during this war was to fight and prove his legends against other heroes. People kill folks they know all the time on the battlefield in a war, and this “Holy Grail War” was no exception. 

[color=blue] “Yo, Master, are we going to this party, right? Don’t worry, I’ll be by your side the entire time. After all, you are my Master; my lord. Ain’t exactly a warrior if I can’t even protect the one I serve, ya know?” [/color] 

Well, at the very least if his Master didn’t want to go, he couldn’t really blame completely. Masters tended towards cowardly ways, letting their Servants be the forefront of battle and relegating themselves to a supportive role. Though this was best for the dynamic of Servant-Master combo, Lancer definitely didn’t want a Master that was overly a coward. 

The blue spearman seemed to make up his mind. He wanted to go to the party with his Master. After all, if he was going to prove himself against other Heroes such as himself, he could at least get to know them before he kills them or they kill him. Wouldn’t really hurt at the very least. 

Lancer had known many enemies he liked and many allies he disliked. However, when your lord demands the death of an opponent, it isn’t truly like one can tell them “No”. Just like his best friend, killed by the very spear meant to kill another. 

Just like his son. 

[color=blue] “But I gotta say Master., though I did like the maid outfit, your nightgown  ain’t half bad either. Love life must be on fire; you must have suitors coming from every crack! It’d be a waste if you didn’t anyway.  ” [/color] 

With a hearty laugh, Lancer said these words. Like before, Lancer commented on her appearance being rather suitable to his own tastes in terms of aesthetics. A man who spoke only about what he wanted and nothing more, Even if he had a wife, it wasn’t exactly like Lancer was the most faithful man. He chased what he wanted because he wanted it. However, this sort of life eventually lead to his demise in life. That was it. A man who wanted to live without regrets, regardless if he had made any sort of bad turns, and nothing more. It didn’t matter if he understood his Master was artificial at first glance. Lancer was, on top of being a master in the art of the spear was also a top-notch magus. Even so, these sorts of prospects didn’t matter to Lancer. It wasn’t about what you were, it was about how you were. 

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[color=springgreen] [center] [h1]  Ravel “Speedstar” Livoria D’Arby [/h1] [/center] [/color] 

[center] Wednesday, November 17th, 2015
WJ Marriott, Room 603 [/center] 

[@kusanagifire]

[color=springgreen] “Alright Saber, I have completed my work as a mage for the time being. But it appears that we have been invited to a party of sorts. Might you, a strong knight, be my escort for this “party?”” [/color]

Despite her feminine appearance, Saber was definitely anything but fragile. If anything, the Servant was a brick in the shape of a beautiful lady.

But there was something that Ravel needed to confirm before she decided to leave for the event. Something that was bothering her. The conversation that she had with Saber prior to deciding to leave to the Dark Amazon’s specified location. It appeared that within the confines of the moment, her servant after asking about her desire from the grail seemed a bit disheartened, almost as if dejected by the inquiry. But unfortunately for the Servant, though rather large compared to a hotel room, being a suite and all, but regardless it was still small compared to a condo of sorts. 

Even if Ravel wished to inquire about her Servant’s attitude, there was also the matter of putting up a bounded field. As a mage and it being one of her family’s specialties, she felt that at the very least she wanted to ensure that a basic one was up before any sort of other activities were considered. 

This was the case with the message she had received regarding the dark amazon’s message. A meeting of Masters was something that could be considered dangerous in the event that the other Masters proved hostile, but as more and more Masters are to come, one could say that the likelihood of another person making a ruckus decreases, assuming any of her competition were smart in  the slightest. After all, a single fight can lead to everyone dead, not just one person.

[color=springgreen] “I am sorry if I had bothered you with my inquiry before. I do hope you do not hate me, but if that is the case I am sorry for my transgressions and hope we can possibly move past it.” [/color] 

Well, at least to Ravel, it appeared that Saber’s actions were not out of spite, but it was always best to ensure one has their bases covered in this regard. If anything, Ravel was someone who acted in care, trying not to offend others. After all, she was less suited for such a bloody war and was more the sort of person who would prefer a more normal life, or what was normal in the perspective of the pursuit of magecraft. 

Ravel did want to bring attention to the matter, as it was a bit unsettling for herself. Her Servant seemed like a lost dog in some regards, dejected by the current question. But despite this degree of humiliation, Saber stayed near her Master in case anything were to happen. And for that, Ravel respected a bit more. 

[color=springgreen] “Perhaps I am getting a bit ahead of myself, but I still wish for you to attend this party with me. There might be other Masters attending as well, so it would be best for us to see the competition.” [/color]

[Going to: "Plaza San Francisco"]