[center][h1][b]Albert Prelati[/b][/h1]
Interacting with: Berserker ([@Grey])
[h2]Fuyuki Hyatt Hotel - 5:42 PM December 1st, 2012[/h2][/center]

[hider]The French magus winced as his Servant went about abusing the hotel furniture. It was kind of hard to tell if she was disappointed, excited or mad. 

"I-" Albert raised a finger and opened his mouth to protest, but instead of authoritative barking or foul-mouthed abuse, all that came out was a simple sigh. "Whatever you say, ma chère. We shall do as you wish. But just zis once!"

He desperately wanted to say something. He even considered using a [i]Command Seal[/i] to get her to change her mind. But that would've just been wasteful, and both options were considerably unwise. It didn't take a genius like him to tell you that Grail Wars were won and lost based on compatibility. A Master and Servant were expected to be a team, and that meant they had to work together, as equals and as partners. He hadn't quite gotten that far yet (they'd just met and it already seemed like he was doing little to impress), but fighting her this early into their relationship would surely set a bad example later on down the line. No, he had to be firm yet flexible, and if winning her trust meant abandoning a perfectly good strategy in favor of indulging her chivalric code just this once, it was a small price to pay. Better now than later when it actually mattered.

He still didn't think this was a good idea. From what little he'd gleamed of Berserker's personality, it was [i]very[/i] likely she'd boldfacedly proclaim her name aloud to everyone present just to boost her ego. No, that was almost guaranteed. He'd need to have a talk with her on the way there to make sure she knew that absolutely was not allowed. Albert Prelati had summoned a top-tier Servant, it was true, but as proud as he was of that fact, it would only hurt them to go around flaunting it.

He issued silent commands to his familiars and dressed himself for the winter weather outside. One wondered why Berserker had abandoned her armor in favor of that dress if she was only going to storm out of the room a minute later, but details, details. 

"You 'ad better go into spirit form, ma chère," Albert said. "You stick out in zis country even more zan I do, and while zat dress looks lovely on you, I don't zink it will help protect you from ze snow or ze subzero wind chill."
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[center][h2]Fuyuki Church - 6:18 PM December 1st, 2012[/h2][/center]

[hider]On the way to the church, Albert introduced himself, explaining a bit about where he came from and what he could do. He very conveniently left out the part about his being distantly related to Francois Prelati, but Berserker didn't seem to realize the connection or didn't seem to care, so he gratefully left it alone. If she wasn't going to ask, then he had no reason to tell her. It might damage his already shaky relationship with Berserker if she found out what his family's past was like and started jumping to conclusions.

"So, zat is me," he said smoothly, staring at the nothing where he knew his Servant to be. "I 'ope I live up to your expectations. If not, zen I suppose I will just 'ave to earn your respect ze 'ard way, no?"

They arrived at the Church a few minutes after the meeting was supposed to have started. So far it seemed like they hadn't missed much except the chance to smack that Togami twat hard enough to make his head spin, but the Overseer had just hinted at there being a few new rule changes this time around. That... worried Albert. And what was this talk of teams?

"Here we are, ma chère," he said, stopping at the front gate of the Fuyuki church. "Ze 'house of ze holy man."

He pushed against the squeaky wrought-iron gate, holding it open for the incorporeal Berserker more as a gesture than anything. They trudged wordlessly across the yard through the wet, crunching snow, arriving at a pair of inviting wood and stained glass doors that had been left open despite the cold weather. There was no one sitting in the pews, although he sensed a large amount of mana emanating from the basement. He was willing to bet one or two Servants had been left to guard the entrance as well, invisible to the naked eye. 

Albert passed the man guarding the door outside with a polite nod. Once inside, he whispered to Berserker.

"Remember, don't tell anyone our names or ze name of your class. In fact, it would probably be better if you just stayed in spirit form for ze time being," he said, silently mouthing "but I know you won't".[/hider]