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[b][color=fff200]Interactions[/color][/b]: Jonathan + Rider [@BubbleGumKing], Leon Winchester + Keiji Togami + Father Walter (Overseer) [@vancexentan]

When Brynhilda had accepted to be a Master in the Grail War, she had been excepting to meet people of various personalities, quirks and background, either on the battlefield or away from it. The initial gathering of Masters to announce the official start of the War was one of the safest way to meet potential opponents without needing to fight for your life. She had expected little genius magus full of confidence in themselves, experienced spellcasters with grim determination, even slimy little schemers from the Association or indifferent freelance magi aiming for the Grail and that only, damn the rest. However, she certainly didn’t except the very first person she set her eyes upon to be a youth in a suit calling the High Overseer a fool. Her only reply to his…helpful commentary was a single, long, contemplating look. Leaning against the wall a few feet from the entrance which she came through, Brynhilda folded her arms across her chest and settled for casting sweeping glances over the two Masters within the room. Both were undoubtedly younger than her – masters seemed to get younger every War - and the one who was seated on the chair had yet to say anything. Not that she minded, for in her mind, those who kept to themselves made for better company. And seeing as she didn’t like small talk herself, she was perfectly content to stand in silence and wait for the Overseer. At the back of her mind, Rider was a silent presence, having apparently found nothing significant enough to report. 

Just as she was considering to take a sit if the Overseer and other Masters were going to make them wait here for an hour or so, the door flew open, admitting a blast of cold air and an overly-cheerful man older than she was. Huh, and here she thought at the age of thirty, she would be the oldest participant. He introduced himself with abundant pleasure and eagerness, not noticing – or at least ignoring – the heavy atmosphere within. Jonathan, as he called himself, could be plain oblivious to social cues, or was simply trying to throw them off guard. Cocking an unimpressed eyebrow at the hand he stuck in her direction, she stared until he caught on that she wasn’t about to touch him – or anyone else in here, for that matter. Her attention was drawn away once again by the voice of suit-boy, who proceeded to sneer and threaten the older male Master. Brynhilda didn’t bother to smother the scoff of amusement at his mini speech. Egotistical, arrogant, condescending. All these traits he currently exuded remind her sorely of the high-ranking magi within the Association. And boy, did it rub her the wrong way. No way in hell was she going to even begin thinking about asking him to team up. She would try to kill him before the day was over. 

[color=92278f]“Boys, you’ll have a chance to settle scores once this War starts. It would be a shame to get thrown out now over another Master.”[/color] She tuttered quietly just as the Overseer finally deigned to arrive.

Brynhilda tempered down on the spike of irritation at Togami’s – if the Overseer was indeed calling suit-boy by the right name – continued and blatantly rude interruption. It wouldn’t do to set her Servant on high alert over some infuriating youth’s attitude problem. So she took a single deep breath which calmed her almost instantly. Then the Overseer’s next words make her eyes widen in surprise, and opened the link with Rider even further so what ran through her mind at present would be picked up on by her partner. More than seven servants? How is that possible? Was it due to the clashing magic during the last War? Was there truly such large amounts of pent up mana that even the Grail and its rules could be affected? Damn, it was just her luck to be chosen to take part in an irregular War. 

She refused the seat, opting to remain in her spot, where she had a good view of the majority of the room. Staying on her feet for hours on end wasn’t anything new, and comfort was hardly a priority in this situation. 

[color=92278f]“You are telling us something we don’t already know, Overseer. When in history was there ever a War where all Masters were not enemies of each other? It’s common knowledge to everyone participating.”[/color] Brynhilda drawled, levelling a narrow-eyes stare at the Father. [color=92278f]“Who else are we waiting for and how much are you actually going to divulge about this apparent…changes in the rules?” [/color]