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

[center] Wednesday, November 17th, 2015
Plaza San Francisco, Outside Bounded Field-Covered Building  [/center] 

[@kusanagifire] [@Holy Grail] [@Raijinslayer]

It appeared that the organizer of the luncheon had taken into consideration the usage of bounded fields as a means to prevent the standard-folk from entering the area. If anything, the bounded field was hardly detectable, but as a master of the field,. Ravel could detect the faint traces of one. At the very least, it appeared there would be no sort of unwanted guests. If there was a magus in this city for whatever reason, chances are they weren’t here to sightsee. They were here to do battle in the Grail War. 

Perhaps Ravel was taking the war a bit too lax-like. A comfortable luncheon with the enemy Masters might have been a bit too casual; there was the chance that she could have been assaulted during the time of the luncheon, but as she had rationalized before, she doubted anyone dumb enough to actually pull the trigger to start the engagement. 

[color=springgreen] “Saber, I permit you to act in anyway you believe would be best during this luncheon, but your primary directive is to protect me from harm. I trust my life to your hands, my Knight.” [/color]

A simple order communicated to her Servant. She still doubted there would be any aggression, but there was still the matter of the war. Nuances tended to be better filled than unfilled in Ravel’s eyes. 

However, within the confines of the field, Ravel noticed a presence. Another human, like herself. Another magus, like herself. It appeared to be a man, probably European in nature due to his blue eyes, blonde hair. 

Another member of the war, like herself. Almost as if forgetting of the war itself, Ravel approached the man. After all, chances are they were both heading towards the same area. 

[color=springgreen] “Another participant who had received the invitation, I presume?” [/color]

Simple in construction, straight to the point. Even if the normal Ravel tended to be a bit too friendly for her own good, she was still in a war, and couldn’t allow for another to gain the upper hand, even in a simple conversation. 

[color=springgreen] “I would assume so. Any other magus in this city would not ever be one without a Servant, and no one would be stupid enough to fight without a Servant in this war; or better yet, attempt to meet with those without a Servant. However, I must say I wish to get this sort of ball on the road, as it were. If you wish to converse with me, I will be entering the building. Even if this is a war, we came here to discuss said war, did we not?” [/color]

Walking towards the unlocked door with Servant in-tow, ravel opened the unlocked door and entered the building. 

[entering: Bounded field-covered building]

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

[center] 

Plaza of the Inca Hotel

Room 207
 [/center]

[@Holy Grail]

[color=blue] “That is unfortunate then. Have you no boys your age to talk with? Or perhaps they are all too afraid by your presence to act in such a way? Maybe men of this era are all cowards? A beauty like you deserves to be on display, not hidden from the eyes of others.” [/color] 

During the time where Lancer lived, men took what they wanted if they were strong enough to do so. The strong survived, and the weak were defeated. That was the world of warriors that bred one of the greatest heroes to ever exist. Even so, Cu had sworn his loyalty to the homunculus at the time of summoning. Even if she was just an innocent girl, Cu was the sort to never go back on a promise he had made. 

[color=blue] “But don’t worry Master. If anyone tries anything funny, especially if an Assassin gets uppity, I’ll make sure to send them straight back to the Grail., and their Master in a body bag. After all, that is why you summoned me, no? To fight against other heroes; Servants. No point in acting conservative in this regard. They will be all people we will have to fight at some point anyway, and if they want to shorten their lives by attacking you, then so be it.” [/color]

Lancer had full- understanding of his skills as a hero. Though most heroes might wish for something, perhaps they had made a mistake they wished to rectify, or they wished for their story never to have been told in the first place. Lancer had no such regrets. His life might have been short, and his end terrible, but one couldn’t really say that Lancer “Wished not to be a knight” or “wished not to have been ended”. After all, he had died fighting for his land and his people. No other death could be more deserving of a hero like himself. 
The only thing he came close to believing to be a “regret” of his was the fact that he had never rightfully ended his teacher, but even so, if such an existence was not meant to die, he would have to accept these sorts of nuances. Perhaps that old witch had finally found someone stronger than he to end her? He doubted it, but unlike his “other self” he was not so obsessed with his teacher. 

Therefore, they only wish that Lancer had within the confines of his Holy Grail War was to fight against strong Servants and prove his legends match and surpass their own. Any warrior would wish for the same thing, and people who live without regrets and only act upon their own volition tended to be this way. 

[color=blue] “I would like to learn the name of other Servants. Though I won’t go around running my name like some sort of idiot, I will say there ain’t a lot of honor about two nameless heroes fighting to the death. Though I do like to fight, I can’t say I hate those I fight against. I’d had enemies who were friends before. It isn’t like you should just hate everyone you fight against, ya know? Those fueled only by their hate will crumble by it.” [/color]