[b]The Gardener,[/b]
[i]Lakeside Summoning[/i]
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Oh, of all the people. Rider gave his Master another heavy sigh, arching his neck to look up at the sky. Here he was hoping his Master would have something worth while to fight for. Instead, he got...this. There was nothing wrong with wanting to better yourself and to display that, but to crush the dreams of others while doing so? Merely because you can? It did not sit right with Rider. There was nothing he could do about it now, though. His Master was a grown man, it'd take more than a nice little sit down and a talk to sway him from this. Didn't mean he wouldn't try to impart some of his wisdom onto him. 

[i]"So you have come here to crush the dreams of others, rather than to pursue your own? If that is the case then I will warn you of this, Master; I have known many men with similar approaches to life, and what they all had in common beyond that was failure. When they finally have a dream, something they truly desire, they always fall short of it. After that either the illusion of grandeur breaks, or they do."[/i]

Rider shrugged, turning his back to William and starting on his walk. He hated the fact that after so long this was his first interaction with people - he loved people! They were great! Everyone had their own interesting tale and complex personalities with quirks even they themselves are not aware of, yet the one he had to be summoned by was one of the [i]emush[/i]: Ambitious individuals, dangerously so.

[i]"Just something to think about, Master. I'll be back later!"[/i]

At least this was an opportunity to take in the sights. 

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[b]Michiko,[/b]
[i]Streets of Septum[/i]

[i]"I...wouldn't call them oracles. Unless your oracles were crazy as well."[/i]

She quickly moved along from the man holding the sign. As they walked through the streets, Michiko would point things out quietly to Lancer, mostly things which were considered 'normal', even pointing out that there were cities far larger than the one they were in all across the world. Septum was nice, a far cry from the type of city London was and a whole different world from the town she grew up in. It felt lively and its buildings were huge, overwhelming the wallflower. To escape from it, she entered a clothing retailer under the premise of Lancer needing non-conspicuous clothes if she was going to move about in the physical world. 

Of course, Michiko knew that Lancer did not need to be manifested at all unless it was for combat, but she simply was not the kind of girl or magus to deny Lancer the modern world. It wasn't every day this happened to a Heroic Spirit, after all. She was in the middle of trying to convince her Servant that a certain maroon top with a teddy-bear face on the back would not only suit her but also be incredibly adorable, only to pause in the middle of her convincing. A chill ran up Michiko's spine, causing her eyes to widen - then her right eye glint an off colour. Whatever panic that had overcome her was subdued instantly, and she spoke to her incorporeal Servant once more. 

[i]"We should leave. Get back to the apartment - I think there are others near. "[/i]

The air around the girl was far different from the meek thing she was moments ago, Michiko had suddenly become collected, no hesitation in her voice. She made to purchase whatever clothing they had collected for Lancer up until that point, and then out to the city. She looked up and down down the streets, looking for any odd characters.