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[color=fff200][b]Interactions[/b][/color]: Leon + Father Walter + Keiji Togami [@vancexentan], Jonathan O'Connor [@BubbleGumKing], (not sure if Amina + James are in the room yet)

The moment Father Walter mentioned teams, her first thought was [i]‘oh, hell no’[/i]. Having fourteen Masters duke it out over the Grail was somewhat acceptable in her eyes, mostly because she was the sort to stand back and watch the fallout. Weaker Servants and Masters will fall within a handful of days, meaning she wouldn’t need to worry about them. The stronger ones would eventually find each other, and numbers will be whittled down. Of course, she wasn’t so naïve as to think she would be the only Master to stand back. Her priority then would be to survive, and kill off the other competitors lurking in the shadows before the mightier Servants clashed. The only ones she was worried about was the two Assassins, who would be the first to hide in the shadows. 

The longer the Overseer talked, however, the more options presented itself. The restriction about same class of Servants not being able to team up didn’t matter much to her. As long as she had an alternative, Brynhilda wouldn’t send Rider to face a Servant head-on. As much as Rider’s skills were adequate in holding her own, against Lancer, Berserker or Saber, Rider wouldn’t stand much of a chance. Teaming up with another would be the wise choice. As the Father said, thinking about going solo was suicidal if met with a party. And her wish…it wasn’t something so big nor world-changing. For her it might be the greatest desire of all, but she wasn’t so vain as to say it would rock the world as everyone knew it. As far as she could see, there were more advantages in teaming up than going solo.

When he finished all he had wanted to say, the Overseer fell silent, allowing them a moment’s silence to mull things over using their full concentration. Brynhilda inwardly sighed, peering through her lashes at the other Masters around the room.  Togami was most definitely out. Even if no one else wanted to ally with her, she would rather go solo than join with that snotty brat. The Master who stood up against him…she marked as a possible ally. Really, anyone who can’t stand Togami was okay in her books. She could quite get a read on him, but he didn’t seem the suicidal, lone wolf type. Now the pseudo-Master Takumi was another she put near the bottom of her list. Someone who was merely taking the place of another couldn’t be trusted because who knew the agenda behind the one pulling his strings? Jonathan, the seemingly cheerful ad enthusiastic man was another possible ally. Sure, his nonchalant approach to the War and other Masters was unsettling in that he might trust the wrong guy and sabotage the team, but at least he broadcasted his intentions and might not backstab her at the first given opportunity. Although her mind was already close to making a decision, she decided to wait just a little longer, either for more Masters to show up or Rider’s opinion on other Servants. 

[color=92278f]“So we team up, clear the other players off the board and when it’s all down to that one team, it will turn in on itself until only one remains. What difference does fourteen Masters and the urging to form teams make when the eventual outcome will be the same?”[/color] Brynhilda aired her opinion without a care of what the others thought. Agree or disagree with the unspoken nature of men faced with a chance to fulfil their deepest wish, it would at least tell her if there were like-minded individuals within this small bunch, who was the more trustworthy ones and whom would covert the Grail for themselves. For Brynhilda, well…she wanted her wish granted, that was true, but she was not so dishonourable to backstab her allies. When she gave her word, she wouldn’t go back on it. But not everyone was this way, after all. As her teacher once said, her morals would be her downfall someday, and she couldn’t help but think that day might be soon.

[color=92278f][i]“Rider? Have you gotten a read on any of the other Servants outside? Which one do you think might be trouble?”[/i][/color] She paused for a heartbeat, before allowing her concern to trickle down the link. [color=92278f][i]“I am afraid this War will be very different from your last experience. We definitely will have no choice but to team up with someone if we wish to stay in the running until the end. However, I would prefer not to ally with someone who slaughters for the sake of it and coverts the Grail for themselves and themselves only. It would end with us being dead.”[/i][/color]

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[color=fff200][b]Interactions[/b][/color]: Rider [@BubbleGumKing], Lancer [@Phase Transit]

He had remained up on the rooftop even after his Master disappeared into the church, not moving an inch from his position as he kept watch. A quarter of his attention was on the information his Master was filtering through the link. At the back of his mind, he managed to pinpoint three mana signatures, Servants all, given their equally vigilant stances and proximity to the neutral ground. He had taken his eyes off the building below for a grand total of three seconds, one for each Servant. The first, the unknown Servant. The second, a flash of long purple hair and lithe body. Assassin, Rider or even Archer. There was no armour to speak of, after all. The third, a tall, armoured man located somewhere out of his peripheral vision, but not his senses. That one would either be Lancer or Saber, as Berserker would not have possessed such calm and patience in waiting on their Master for an unknown stretch of time.

[color=00aeef][i][b]“Rather generous of the Grail to allow more than one victor this time round, don’t you think, Master?”[/b][/i][/color] Caster replied in lieu of his Master’s comment about the increased number of command seals. He didn’t deign it vital enough to comment on, as he believed it would not make any difference for him. Rare was it he forced his Master to use a seal, and Jonathan was not shaping up to be a greedy, twisted man who relished in heinous deeds. No, the command seals were hardly necessary, and three more on top of the current three was superfluous.

[i][b][color=00aeef]“If you are not already considering it, Master, I believe it would be ideal to form a team. As a Servant of the Caster class, I am not suited for direct or close-combat. Should we meet a hostile Saber, Lancer or Berserker alone, there is only a fifty-fifty chance I would emerge the victor, and that is not a satisfactory estimation. Should we run into a team of two or more, the odds will definitely be stacked against us, even if I activate my Noble Phantasm.”[/color][/b][/i] Caster quietened for the time being in order to allow his Master a chance to speak should be wish to.

[color=00aeef][i][b]“For what it’s worth, we will definitely need to waste more time scouting the others out. Half the War is knowing your enemies and your allies. Could you perhaps ask if any further meetings would take place? Perhaps after a certain number of Masters have been outed? I concede it may sound like a strange query but new game, new rules, after all.”[/b][/i][/color]