[b]Berserker[/b] Interacting with: [@Turboshitter] Albert "Prince" Prelati, [@VanceXentan] Lancelot, [@BubbleGumKing] Medusa, [@Loki Odinson] Zhuge Liang, [@Phase Transit] Olyndicus [hr] [i]Fuyuki Hyatt[/i] Everything was going according to plan. Is what Berserker would be thinking, if she had thought of a plan. Thus far, she’d been playing this entire war by ear. Leave grand stratagems to generals in their tents; she was just the type of hero who fought when and where they were told, plus a few other places and times, too. Enduring and adapting had always been her specialty, and such a quality would be of great importance in a war of this nature. [color=ed1c24]“You magi an-”[/color] Immediately after stepping out into the night, Berserker paused. The sudden stillness from a Servant who’d been so active thus far was unexpected, but passed as quickly as it had come. [color=ed1c24]“-d your secrecy,”[/color] Berserker laughed as if nothing had happened. [color=ed1c24]“Such a shame that the people will be unable to witness the majesty of Heroic Spirits.”[/color] She raised her arms in a ‘but what will you do’-shrug, and in acquiescence to her Master’s wish, she dematerialized her form, following after the magus like another one of his wraiths. [hr] [i]On the Road[/i] Formalities were indeed saved for the road. On their way to the church, Berserker was audience to the exposition of Albert’s history and his capabilities. A fortunate occurrence it was that a first class magus had summoned her; the Berserker class was known for requiring the vast prana support to operate at peak efficiency. There was a peculiar tenseness regarding the former subject, but Berserker wouldn’t press. All men and women had things they’d wish to keep to themselves. She was no exception, so she would extend such a courtesy to her Master. There was little information from her side, unfortunately; her nature simply presumed that Albert would have known all that was necessary. The rest of the time travelling was spent admiring the marvels of this modern world and bemoaning her lack of Rider classification. Her inability to ride the iron horse, the motorcycle, was an especially sore spot when she saw some of them streaking down the street. [hr] [i]Fuyuki Church[/i] [color=ed1c24]'What a humble little temple,'[/color] Berserker mentally commentated,[color=ed1c24] 'I am used to the cathedrals of my land, but this simple church is fine t- Erm, Master, I am incorporeal. There is no need to hold the gate, as courteous as such an act is.'[/color] They had arrived at the church at last! Unfortunately Berserker’s contention was contested quickly by a pair of observations that had soured her mood. First there was the fact that she had been barred from entrance - by a monk no less! Fortunately it was only a temporary measure; otherwise Berserker would have been more than a tad disappointed in the state of Christendom these days. She suppressed a wry smirk at the sight of her Master’s silent command. Honorable as she was, she was no fool. She could ensure all the vital information was kept secret, surely. Probably. She decided to take that last comment as permission to manifest and interact with the gathered Servants, however. [color=ed1c24] 'Hrmph. I am a defender of the faith, Master,'[/color] Berserker quipped across their connection. One could practically hear her indignant arm cross in response to Albert’s second command. [color=ed1c24]'You needn’t lecture me on battling upon holy ground.' [/color] Once her Master had left, this led to the second observation that had troubled Berserker: none of the gathered Servants were doing [i]anything[/i]. More importantly [i]she[/i] wasn’t doing anything! What were they, Heroic Spirits or a bunch of courtiers waiting on their liege? Berserker frowned. [color=ed1c24]‘This just won’t do,’[/color] she thought, crossing her arms and manifesting immediately. [color=ed1c24] “So, Mystery Servant (Lancelot),”[/color] Berserker drawled, leaning up against one of the pillars at the front of the church. “What brings you here to this war?” She glanced backwards into the treeline, looked to Lancelot, and thumbed behind her, [color=ed1c24]“I doubt all these present Masters came unattended. Shall we set up an impromptu discourse of our own, and invite those lurking in the shadows? Simply standing around seems quite boring, non?”[/color] At that moment, a message from her Master came into mind. [color=ed1c24] [i]’Oh? Impressions on the Servants? None of them are very sporting. Civilities with fellow heroes seems to have become passe.’[/i][/color] There was a distinct pause. [color=ed1c24] [i]’But, here’s what I know: there are three potent spiritual existences observing the church. I noted two earlier: one radiating a great deal of magical energy and the other skulking about without Presence Concealment. Caster for the former, I reckon. Likely not one of the knight classes for the latter, and assuredly not a Berserker lacking in subtlety.’[/i] [/color] Somehow, that final statement seemed hollow coming from this particular Berserker. [color=ed1c24] [i]’The other is a Servant using large-scale magecraft in the woods, but I cannot seem to sense their presence. A magically-inclined Assassin? A Caster with Presence Concealement? Who knows? They’ve compromised their concealment; even a non-magus Servant like myself can detect the flowing of prana with only the littlest degree of magical experience.’[/i][/color] Attunement to these types of things was a fortunate side-effect of being a spiritual existence. Berserker continued: [color=ed1c24] [i]’The Servant at the door is inscrutable, but honorable. I would think one of the three knights by that alone. Clearly he thinks of himself as a tough sort, thinking he can play sentry against up to 13 enemies. Or perhaps he simply believes that others will pitch in should their Masters be threatened - a fair assumption, in my opinion. And then there are others likely skulking about, but they seem to be more subtle than the others. Is that a satisfactory analysis? If not, I may be able to improvise a gathering of heroes.’[/i][/color] Another pause, this time longer. [color=ed1c24]'Without recourse to violence, of course,'[/color] she amended, [color=ed1c24]'[i]In fact, I shall seize the initiative![/i]'[/color] [color=ed1c24][b]"GREETINGS LURKERS. CARE TO JOIN US?"[/b][/color]