[h2][center][color=007236]Alex Bradan[/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][center]The Church[/center][/h3]
[hr]

The door opened, and from the sudden wash of Prana that hit his mage senses, Alex could tell instantly that the man on the other side of the doorway was a Servant. He tensed instinctively, but reminded himself of the existence of Ruler and forced himself to remain steady. 

If Archer was a Servant who matched his own preference for simple utilitarian clothes, then the creature who now stood before them in the doorway could not have been more difrent. Dressed in white and gold with a gigantic fur coat thrown over his shoulders the Servant smiling at them through the doorway reminded Alex far more of certain crime lords and pimps he had acquainted himself with in the past than any sort of holy man or Church Agent. 

[color=fff79a]"Welcome to the house of God, Master and Servant of the Holy Grail War. Servant Ruler, the pleasure is mine."[/color]

In a bizarre way Alex almost prefered it, imagining one was speaking to a cartel lord was certainly a more familiar prospect than having to negotiate with the odd clerics of the Holy Church. 

He paused for only a moment, but then gave a small bow, tipping his hat and making his way inside. 

[color=007236]"Alex Bradan. Freelancer. This is my Servant Archer. I am here to register myself as a participant in this war." [/color]

[hr]
[center][h2] [color=f7941d]Rostam[/color] [/h2][/center]
[h3][center]Room 453, Fourth Floor, Ritz Charleston Hotel, Miyama[/center][/h3]
[hr]
Floating listlessly around the small cramped chamber of the upper story of the apartment, a disembodied Rider watched the veiw from the window with disatisfaction. Upon recovering his strength enough to move, and freeing himself from his minor crisis of motive, he had at first observed the modern cityscape they had journeyed through with fascination. 

Rostam was a man accustomed to all manner of outlandish sights, but not even in the demon realm of Mazandaran had he seen buildings and contraptions such as had become commonplace in the modern era. It was truly a sight to inspire wonder in him once more, not a mean feat for one who was over a two hundred years old. He quickly realized that he did not yet wish to dissipate. Even if it simply meant exploring this modern era for a little while, that would be enough reason to stay for now.

His new fascination was quickly tempered however, when he discovered a rather obvious design flaw that seemed almost universal to these modern easterners. 

Every single door and interior of this city was far, far, [b]far[/b] to short for him.

He had made his displeasure known to the small conjuror who had summoned him, and while he eventually conceded to shed his physical form and enter the building as a shapeless spirit, he had been irritable ever since.  

[color=gold][i]'Rider, are you awake? Today I think we will be visiting the Ruler-class servant summoned to preside over this war, at least at first, to get some information. What do you think?'[/i][/color]

Rider rematerialized briefly, laying with his arms folded under his head as though he were takeing a nap. It was the only way he could appear within the room without inflicting structural damage on the ceiling. Even so, the floor creaked dangerously under his supernatural weight, while the twin horns of the his skull helm made ugly scratches in the rug.    

[color=f7941d]"Hmmmm? How tall is the roof in this Ruler's stronghold? If there is enough space to stand up in then by all means, let's go as quickly as possible. You may need to use a command spell to dislodge me from this place however, if I find the ceiling to my satisfaction." [/color]

[hr]
[@Cu Chulainn] [@Holy Grail] [@Moonlit Sonata]