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[b][color=fff200]Interactions[/color][/b]: Armina [@Phase Transit], James Thorne [@Shadow Daedalus], Disguised Saber + Leon Winchester + Keiji Togami + Unknown Servant [@vancexentan]

Inwardly cursing at the abrupt arrival of an unknown, Caster deliberately turned unhurriedly as he sensed the Servant materialise fully behind them. Expression unchanging, he shifted slightly, movement casual as though merely reshuffling his weight onto his right foot when in actual fact he had positioned himself to block his Master from the stranger’s direct line of sight. Their choice of perch, although giving the widest range of view possible on all sides of the cathedral, was rather in the open. It wasn’t surprising they were found so quickly, but Caster had been counting on the fact that each Master would keep their Servants close at hand the nearer they got to neutral territory. Apparently he hadn’t taken into account all the variables. A huge slight on his part. 

Jonathan, on the other hand, was preoccupied with the surrounding area of the church as he searched for anyone who was heading into the neutral area. One particular person (James) turned to look directly at his and Caster's position openly, to which he gave a small laugh. [i][color=00aeef]'Guess we'll have to be less conspicuous next time...'[/color][/i] He thought to himself before he turned to the sudden voice in his ears that was clearly not from his Servant. Turning his head in the direction of the unknown Heroic Spirit, he observed the heavily concealed figure. He was similar to Jonathan himself, as the Master could recognize the obvious traits of an Irish-born anywhere - acknowledging the unique accent and the orange hair.

Caster allowed the unknown Servant to prattle on as he seemed contend in doing so, taking the time to scrutinise him. Green cloak, deep cowl concealing his face excluding the wide smile and dirty orange hair was all his physical appearance revealed. His voice was young, cockiness born of self-confidence and a trace of Irish accent. These alone were enough to rule out the Berserker, Saber and Rider class, but it wasn’t sufficient enough to narrow down the list of possible identities. It was still good to know the Servant’s Master wasn’t one for impulsive rampages nor eliminating opponents as soon as possible. Still, in friendly warning or not, Caster neither acknowledged nor refuted it verbally, merely staring on as the Servant wandered back to the opposite side of the roof. 
 
[color=00aeef][b][i]“While I do resent the fact that he is suggesting that I am too weak to defend you should the need arise, Master, I am afraid he is right about getting you inside.”[/i][/b][/color] Caster spoke mentally, eyes resolutely fixed on the other Servant. [i][b][color=00aeef]“He was able to get the drop on me and I didn’t sense him until it was too late. It would be for the best if you go inside the church. I would hate for anything to happen to you before the War starts. The next Servant who takes up by surprise might not be under orders from their Master to refrain killing other Masters on neutral grounds.”[/color][/b][/i]

[u][i][b][color=00aeef]"Alright then Caster. If that is what you think is best then might as well, it was getting a bit cold anyways. Try to collect more data on him while you can in the meantime, along with anyone else you might see during my absence."[/color][/b][/i][/u] He responded non-verbally as he made his way to the opposite edge of the roof away from the unknown Spirit. Swinging his legs across the ledge, he placed himself onto the fire escape that would take him down. [u][i][b][color=00aeef]"Don't worry about lil' old me, we aren't too far from the Church for anything to happen."[/color][/b][/i][/u] 

Aloud, he said, [color=00aeef][u][b]"Make sure you two don't fight now."[/b][/u][/color] The tone was still light-hearted and playful despite the most recent turn of events, and with a final flashed smile, his head disappeared from the side as he made his way down.

[i][b][color=00aeef]"Of course not, Master. You of all people should know I don't sought fights myself unless you should order it. Diplomacy first and foremost, after all."[/color][/b][/i] Caster harrumphed, still unfailingly polite but a mild hum of displeasure against the Servant might have made another Master worry Caster was going to go against his word were he any other Heroic Spirit with lesser restraint. 

[u][i][b][color=00aeef]"Right, right. Also, one more thing. Remember that there is another Servant around here from what that Servant said, so be careful."[/color][/b][/i][/u] Jonathan mentally told Caster as he reached the floor of the snowy alley and made his way to the Church. Looking through the fence, he pulled out his phone, selected his camera and switched it to front view in order to fix his appearance. Adjusting his hair and the glasses on his face , he flashed a few practise smiles at the camera, nodding at the sincerity of it as he walked. Phone tucked away once more, he looked up, gaze immediately drawn to the guard by the gate, the one whom Caster had curiously described. 

[u][b][color=00aeef]"Don't mean to disturb you but you must be bored out here, I mean you've been out here for quite a while already, yeah? Man, being a guard for the Overseer must suck at times but it does pay the bills, eh? Hopefully if everything goes like it should, then tonight will be easy for you."[/color][/b][/u] Jonathan lifted his shoulders in a half-shrug of sympathy. [u][b][color=00aeef]"Hope the cold doesn't get you sick alright, bud? It would be a shame if you had to endure that in this kind of weather for the rest of the week."[/color][/b][/u] He said with a sigh before clicking his tounge as he gave the guard a small salute with two fingers and winked before entering the church gates, finally stepping onto its grounds. 

Glancing around, he saw three figures, two (Anima & James) talking to each other while another ignored them completely in favour of making her way inside (Brynhilda). The two talking seemed to be friends, or at least acquaintances, so he didn't want to bother them... much. Besides it's better to catch people with honey than vinegar right? [u][b][color=00aeef]"Hey aren't you two Masters as well? I'm one too!"[/color][/b][/u] He said with a confident grin aimed at the both of them. [u][b][color=00aeef]"It's a pleasure to see what my competition is going to be! Hopefully, tonight goes well for everyone, right? Anyways, I'm going in to get away from this cold ya know? See you inside!"[/color][/b][/u] Waving the two a brief goodbye, he sauntered up to the church's closed doors and flung it wide open.

[u][b][color=00aeef]"Hahaha- woah, it's cold out there!"[/color][/b][/u] He exclaimed loudly to everyone in the room upon entry. [u][b][color=00aeef]"Told you its much warmer in here!"[/color][/b][/u] Jonathan yelled over his shoulder, threw a smile at the lovebirds as he closed the door politely behind him to keep the warmth inside the room for everyone else. It took him a moment as his eyes wandered around the interior of the church, before he looked at everyone within. 

[u][b][color=00aeef]"Wow, sure is a nice place they've got here."[/color][/b][/u] Jonathan said to the priest in black robes. [u][b][color=00aeef]"Is this really all who bothered to turn up? Pretty understandable, I mean, who wants to walk in all that snow?"[/color][/b][/u] He asked the room in general, attempting to make small talk as he got rid of his shoes and hung his jacket on one of the hangers there. [u][b][color=00aeef]"Anyway, my name is Jonathan and its nice to meet everyone currently in the room."[/color][/b][/u] He said before approaching the woman nearest him with a hand extended for a handshake. When she merely cocked an eyebrow

Taking a few steps back after to observe the other people in the room, Jonathan flashed them all a sheepish grin and basically twiddled his thumbs until someone else decided to talk. He didn't want to keep on running the conversation in case anyone wanted to pitch something in (however unlikely it seemed to be with this crowd). Man, they were a bunch of serious youngsters. Whatever happened to enjoying one's youth and all that? 

[color=00aeef][i][b]"While I am heartened to see you being so enthusiastic to form possible bonds of allegiance early on, Master, perhaps it would be wiser not to bestow the more...intense side of your personality so soon?"[/b][/i][/color] Caster sighed over the link, but was momentarily ignored by his Master.