[Charlie Simms and Regulus ~ 22 hours previous] Smoothly rotating in the office chair, Charlie made the fifteen familiar steps to the entryway of his hotel suite. On the fourth step he grabbed the pistol from the table that he then clipped to the back of his belt. On the twelfth step Charlie took his suit jacket from it’s hook on the coat rack and shrugged it on over his shoulders, the loose cut concealing the pistol without outlining it. On the fifteenth step he stopped as the magic circle behind him drawn in blood ceased it’s reaction. he half turned, left hand resting on the doorknob as sightless eyes behind black sunglasses gazed back into the room. “Attend me Regulus, There is work to be done” The sounds of something very, very large becoming very small in a matter of seconds echoed from the room behind the blind master. There were a few more scuffles as what appeared to be a short man stood upright, stretching his limbs with an expression of mild annoyance. The words that leaked out of his mouth were as dry as the desert that was undoubtedly within a few miles of the undisclosed location. “Ah, Master, you aren’t gonna clean this up? I thought it was bad manners or something to not leave a room how you found it.” “That is why I have paid my damage deposit in cash. Now let’s make haste, I would like to book passage on the same train as my cargo. Now follow along, I hope that you can drive. I must also assume that you will be requiring a suitable uniform for your role as a servant.” With that spoken, he opened the door and strode out into the hallway, one hand running almost absently along the wall as he counted the steps to the rear exit where the rental car, also paid for with cash, waited. The man who had been called ‘Regulus’ sighed, staring glumly at the absolutely ruined hotel room with a disapproving glare. [i]‘Suitable uniform, his master said. Now where was he gonna get that? It wasn’t like it was just gonna drop into his newly formed la-’[/i] His musings were interrupted by a gasp from the door, a young woman wearing an outfit of the cleaning staff staring with mute horror at the horrible sight before her. She stumbled backwards as Regulus’ face split into a grin for the first time since he’d been summoned, showing far too many teeth than should have fit inside his averagely positioned mouth. He spoke too soon. Perhaps today [i]was[/i] his lucky day. --- A few minutes later he tromped down to the car, wearing an ill-fitted green dress and apron. Noticing the difference in gait and the general aura of smugness, Charlie frowned deeply, his eyebrows knitting together above his sunglasses. His jaw clenched as he bit back what might have been some very creative Swedish. “No, No, definitely not.” --- Just short of an hour later, Charlie and Regulus cat in a private room on board of a train car. With his hands folded neatly in his lap, the master listened to an audiobook on his phone. He appeared to be sleeping with the exception of the minute movement of his head towards any sound deemed to be out of place. Opposite the blind man, the newly summoned servant slumped moodily against his seat, shifting uncomfortably every so often as the newly pressed fabric of the impeccable suit he had been issued dug into his skin. An occasional grumble made it past the wall of silence that separated the two. Regulus had been loathe to give up the dress, spitting bitter venom about the restricting qualities of the pants even when he was being fitted in the short time the duo had before the train had left. His dry skin wasn’t made for the rough fabric. It [i]chafed[/i]. An arched eyebrow was the only change in expression from Charlie. He pulled an earbud out of his ear and tilted his head slightly. “Perhaps a silk shirt might have been a better choice… and maybe a skirt.” The Beast’s head snapped up at the mention of his forced choice of clothing, his untrimmed hair covering the piercing eyes that glared daggers at the Swedish man before him. “Yes, I said that I liked the dress. But [i]apparently[/i] that’s not suitable, so here we are.” “[i]That[/i] dress was not suitable in the least. We are professionals with a job to do and such attire may only make it more difficult.” “Fine! Hopefully the aggravating land that requires so much travel to get to will have at least some semblance of said ‘attire’.” There was a momentary pause as Regulus considered the possibilities. “Master, do you think that they’ll have the skirt in black?” “Regulus, I do not think that an outcome will be expected. I deal in certainties. They [i]Will[/i] have the skirt in black, We [i]Will[/i] be reaching our destination shortly and I [i]Will[/i] win this Holy Grail War.” [center][img=https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/46225469/RP/eyew%20%281%29.png][/center]