Margaret lounged on one of the couches in Samuel's mansion, barely able to keep still. Every inch of her body begged to be active, to fight once again. Instead she was stuck cooped up in this stuffy old manor devoid of any of her fun. She knew Asakura felt the same, the psychopathic man twitched in moved in anticipation moving his vent deck between his fingers. The woman soldier know as The Boss was by far the calmest of all of them while Saber Alter stood still as a statue. Every thing was still so damned silent. 

"This is boring." Margaret pouted. "Let's go find a nice puppet master to fight." The Boss shook her heed at her master. "We are to remain here if you recall master. On orders for Samuel." 

Margaret groaned again and Asakura jumped up. "To hell with that! I'm sick of being cooped up in this house without any bloodshed you won't let me murder anymore at the least you can let me go wild for a short time." Margaret grinned at her puppet and smiled finally finding something to take away the boredom. 

"Go then, Peterson shouldn't require all of us and I'll be more than fine with Alter." Asakura made a satisfied growling noise and held his deck to the window and his belt materialized from the reflection. With a crazed look he slid the deck into the buckle. "Henshin!!" He donned the purple snake-themed armor of Ouja and disappeared into the mirror. Margaret motioned to The Boss. "Follow him and make sure he doesn't make too big a mess." The Boss nodded and headed out the front door, waiting to here the chaotic sounds that would lead her to Ouja.