It's a cold Winter evening and a few snowflakes are falling on top of the roof of what is particularly humble, 1-Star hotel on the outskirts of Fuyuki City, Japan. This sorry excuse of a hotel is usually avoided by tourists, who often favor something a bit more traditional-looking and more expensive when visiting the land of the rising sun. In the West, this is the kind of small hotel that would mainly get visited by eloping couples renting a room for just one night of privacy in their forbidden affair. However, in Japan even that kind of customers were rare, since Japanese women were known for having a stronger sense of honor and dignity, while Japanese men were known for owning katanas and knowing how to use them! Needless to say, this hotel wasn't much. But, it'd have to do for one Orazio Grimaldi Jr., heir to the Grimaldi family of mages, who had rented a room there temporarily, hoping to get some more allowance from his 'Pops', in order to eventually secure better and cozier lodgings for himself in this Holy Grail War that his family had more or less forced the poor kid to partake in.

This evening saw young Orazio in the middle of having a nap, as he slept lazily on his small hotel room's bed, clad in only a white shirt and his boxer briefs, snoring loudly enough to wake up an elephant, all the while a big snot bubble grew in and out of his nostril as he snored. Unbeknownst to our total slacker of a magus, something unseeable was lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike... waiting... waiting... THUMP. Orazio's snot bubble burst like a balloon, as he was rudely woken from his lazy slumber by the suffocating feeling of an enormous weight suddenly landing on his torso. [color=coral]"GYAAAAAKK!! H-huh... what the?! Who did!"[/color] The coral-haired youth blurted out, still very much in a daze from being so roughly awoken.

[color=purple]"Men are such sloths..."[/color] A woman of all things was sitting on the boy's torso, pinning him firmly on the bed he lied upon; She had fair skin and long, wavy, raven hair. She wore a flowing, black dress that looked like it came from ancient times, along with a decent amount of golden jewelry on her person. A V-shaped slit on the front of her dress revealed a fair amount of cleavage, though not so much of it as to qualify as indecent or vulgar. The lower part of her dress was slit on both sides, which combined with the woman’s current position of sitting on top of another person, revealed quite a bit of her long, pristine legs, while she also appeared to be barefoot. Normally, a man would be ecstatic at the sight of a presentable woman like that sitting on top of them and even exposing her assets for good measure, but the boy in question would prooobably be more worried about the archaic-looking axe that the woman was currently pointing literally at his throat! [color=purple]"If you had the nerve to summon me to fight for you in this foolish, futile War of yours, you should at least have the decency to take this more seriously… Master."[/color] The raven-haired woman told the young Orazio in a tone filled with contempt, though her face made no grimace to display such an emotion, instead staring unamusedly at the kid with her empty-looking, piercing blue eyes.

[color=coral]"A-A-Assassin!?"[/color] Orazio said with a clear stutter and an audible gulp. [color=coral]"What did you wake me up for, gurl!? I was taking a nap! Even my sick rhymes need a rest once in a while, yo!"[/color] The coral-haired youth protested, trying to inject street lingo into his speech pattern, but failing miserably at it.

Needless to say, Assassin was less than amused by her Master’s embarrassing attitude, yet she was capable of maintaining her composure well enough to give him a stoic, but still stern reply. [color=purple]"I trust you have not forgotten that the regulators of this silly War have called for a meeting between all Masters this evening. Unless you wish to be marked as a rogue and have everybody out for your blood, I implore you to get there with haste."[/color] The axe-wielding Servant said, before dissolving into spirit form, disappearing completely from view.

[color=coral]"Stupid Assassin, telling me what to do… You’re not my mum!"[/color] Orazio complained under his teeth in quite the grumpy mood, as he begrudgingly got up from the bed. The Grimaldi magus dressed up quickly and sloppily, donning a green jersey that was a couple sizes too big for him, baggy sweatpants and white sneakers. He then put on a pair of visor-esque sunglasses, a baseball cap, and lastly several different-colored wristbands. Around his neck, the rapper wannabe hung a golden chain necklace with the initials ‘O.G.’ engraved on it. [color=coral]"Alright, the Real O.G. is on the run, yo! We’re gonna win the Grail and have fun, yo! The gurls back home are gonna call me hun, yo!"[/color] Orazio rhymed badly, before sliding his baseball cap sideways upon his head and taking off.

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After about half an hour, give or take, the young Orazio had finally reached the Fuyuki City Cathedral. Standing just by the open gates leading to the church's main courtyard, the unconventionally-dressed magus called out to a man dressed in priest's robes. [color=coral]"Yo, Church bro! I'm here for the meeting, yo! Is this the right place?"[/color] The coral-haired teenager asked the long-haired man, while waving his arms frantically to get the latter's attention.

Meanwhile, Assassin kept herself hidden, sitting on top of the branch of a cherry blossom tree located just outside the perimeter that was the Church's neutral grounds. Her 'Presence Concealment' Skill was active in order to avoid being detected by others. [color=purple]"Hmph... Fool."[/color] The archaic-dressed woman harrumphed to herself as she watched her Master from a distance.

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