[@Raijinslayer] [center][color=gold][h1] Jack the Ripper [/h1][/color][/center] [center] Wednesday, November 17th, 2015 Plaza San Francisco, Luncheon-Reserved Building [/center] The young servant, if Charles had been able to see her face in this situation, would have a small frown on it. For the little serial killer, simply waiting about and watching was not something uncommon to her routine. Yet at the same time, she had not been able to kill anything for quite the while, at most being able to observe and watch others. So she felt a little bit bored, to tell the truth about the matter, but since her daddy had been such a nice daddy to her then she would continue to watch...for now. That lady with strange clothes who was going about getting food could be a nice target, back seemingly turned to Jack from her perspective and the lady's servant likely hiding in spirit form. Then again, her servant could possibly kill Jack as well if they were something like a Saber or whatever. Hmpfh. No, she would continue to listen to her daddy's orders for the time being, but it did not mean she could not sneak about and look around a little more. Being in spirit form with Presence Concealment active, and not preparing for an attack, she could virtually walk about this place without a problem. Keeping to the walls and keeping as quiet as possible, Jack began to carefully sneak about the inside of the building, observing others and trying to see if she could find anything interesting or that would otherwise be worth reporting back to her daddy. She would, of course, avoid getting too close to the young girl who was in the room, and would keep a fair distance from the lady who was getting food so she could keep far away from the lady-master's servant who could possibly be in spirit form as well. After all, she didn't want to spoil her position because of some stupid-head servant whose possible presence would keep her from being able to have a bit of fun killing their master...meany. [hr] [center][color=magenta][h1] Elyse [/h1][/color][/center] [center] Wednesday, November 17th, 2015 Plaza San Francisco, Just Outside The Bounded Field-Covered Building [/center] Though she had been calming down a bit more, internally a small burst of adrenaline hit upon the Saber-class servant's sudden speaking to her, Elyse's mind kicked in to assert control and helped her maintain a rather calm composure outwardly and turned to look at whoever had spoken to her. Somewhat to her surprise, though such surprise would not show on her face in this instance, an old man and a being who could only be a servant, dressed in very much Japanese-styled garb with a Japanese-styled sword by his side, stood there in front of her. On first guess, she would have to say this oddly-dressed man was a servant and would most likely and obviously be of the Saber class. That could pose a problem, depending on who this old man had summoned. There were many figures in Japanese myth that wielded swords, though this man did not wear armor. Hmm. She could not jump to assumptions, but with this servant being a Saber in her mind the possible risk in combat was still there. After all, the Saber class had the highest parameters among the other classes usually. Though on the other hand, this servant so easily showing his class to the other masters and servant could be a ploy to possibly cover up possible weaknesses of his. But right now was not the time for guessing games, speculation, and letting her thoughts run wild. It was good to think about the possibilities, but as she had just met this servant all she could say for a surety was that she believed him to be of the Saber class. Calming her thoughts down as quickly as he could, then, Elyse gave a light and polite nod to the man and his master. She could at least have some kind of manners in this situation, though while she did not make it visible she somewhat wishes her servant had stayed in spirit form throughout this entire trip to the meeting place. [color=magenta]"Ah, my apologies,"[/color] Elyse said, her polite mannerisms and such coming back to her out of instinct, her tone of voice soft but proper and audible to those she was speaking to, [color=magenta]"I couldn't help but admire the scenery for a moment before going in. It is good to see, however, that other Masters are coming to this event as well. Perhaps it would be more comfortable for all of us if we so stepped inside, though."[/color] The polite and formal front was to hide her other emotions, which luckily these other two had not been here to see. While a few things had surprised her in the past 24 hours, this was the calmer and more proper side of her. A side of her that could be easily used as a mask for her emotions and other thoughts when it was so needed in public. Lancer was right about one thing, though, and that was she could sense other masters, the leaking of prana from their bodies a telltale sign of them maintaining a servant. With that in mind, it was easy to tell that the old man was indeed a Master, and that this man in odd garb would be his servant. There indeed was not that much prana being expended, though, which for her was a good sign considering it meant no one was trying to attack her at the moment. Even so, she did not want to get stuck in a possible conversation here outside of the building. It was too open, too vulnerable, though now that she thought about it for a brief moment her servant would probably be able to fight rather well in the open. With this all in mind, however, she motioned to Lancer before moving to enter the building herself. [b][Going To: Plaza San Francisco, Luncheon-Reserved Building][/b]