[center][h2] [color=f7941d]Rostam[/color] [/h2][/center]
[h3][center]Back Yard, Abandoned House[/center][/h3]
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Almost immediately after having knelt, and before even having received an answer from his summoner, Rostam was suddenly aware of a hostile presence, followed shortly by the music of a bowstring. Faster than it had any right to, an arrow darted from the shadows of the nearby dwelling he had emerged next to. Experienced archer as he was, he was able to follow the missile with his eyes, but its speed was to great to react to otherwise. Besides, dodging or deflecting arrows had never been his style. Instead he used his miniscule window of time to brace himself, confidant in the protection which his heavy armor and Noble Phantasm provided him. To injure him, the dart would have to penetrate both. 

At the same time he began to scan the shadows, looking for his first assailant, his arm outstretched as the enormous mace of Sam materialized in his hand...

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[h2][center][color=007236]Alex Bradan[/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][center][i]The Scuttle,[/i] docked in the Fuyuki harbor.[/center][/h3]
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[i][color=00aeef]"I ask of you, are you my Master?"[/color][/i]

Alex took a few quick steps back from the Servant who has appeared so suddenly in the midst of his circle. His cigaret would have fallen out of his mouth had he not been forced to set it aside for the sake of chanting the ritual.

Nevertheless he made a quick reply to the Servants question. of [color=007236]"Yeah. I summoned you, I am your Master."[/color] 

It was an instinct which most Magi who dabbled with inhuman creatures were wise to cultivate, and though he he was no specialist in that sort of thing, he had, over time developed it as well. If a contracted creature asks you if you're in charge, you say yes, and you say it quickly. 

The man who he had called up had a fair enough complexion, one he would have sneered at ordinarily, but it was mixed with something that prevented it. 

[color=007236][i]Well, he seems a likely enough fellow[/i][/color], he thought to himself. 

[color=007236]"So... you're here then. It took you long enough to show up didn't it?" [/color] Alex indicated the numerous stains of paint and other dangerous fluids which had flecked his clothes, showing proof of the long hours he had committed to the task of bringing the stranger here.

He leaned against a low chair that littered the galley watching his new guest and business partner like a hawk. 

[color=007236]"But make yourself at home I suppose."[/color] He said gesturing to their surroundings. Aside from the strange tanks full of slimy, quietly slithering things the galley they were now in looked as if it could use a few good years of repair and housekeeping. A dusty unkempt floor, rusted piping covering the walls and all around cracked chipping paint and stained metal.

[color=007236]"I have already invited in you aboard in a sense, so that's done. But, if you don't mind, I would like to know who you are. It's a strange situation. I usually like to know [i]before [/i]I have someone aboard and standing in the middle of my workshop."[/color]

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