[b]Lancer Stadium [/b] --- "You know exactly what my answer is." A strong gust of wind blew as she materialized her sword once again. [i]All Masters and Servants close enough to recognize the sword has been give the sword's info[/i] "I am Lancer. If you seek an honorable duel, I shall oblige." The opponent was summoned as a Saber class, those who wield swords as their primary weapon. Perhaps limiting her strength was a bit foolish considering, as the opponents would certainly not. However, she could not fight for very long, as her pool of prana was limited at the moment, and she was still feeling the effects of her previous wound. The beautiful sword she held started to vibrate, and then thrummed with the power she was channelling through it. All her might was brought forth, and the sword that had once cut through an entire cliff, was almost glowing with power. "Prepare yourself!" With a swift cut downwards, a bright swathe of light cut towards the many eyed Saber. --- [b]Gigamesh In the now unowned house.[/b] --- "You're annoying, woman. Buzz off." With a single gesture he cast off his armor as well as his clothes. He was not dumb enough to simply walk out into the general population wearing his magnificent armor after all. His splendor would dazzle the populace too much for him to be able to enjoy whatever this city has to offer properly. Thus, he would borrow the dead man's wardrobe for the moment, until such time he can procure better clothes that fits well into today's culture. Tch, it annoys him even to think about it, but the plebeians would annoy him so much more if they took the full brunt of his grandeur. "If you must know my name, then know that I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes. For you, calling me 'My Lord' or 'My Liege' would be privilege enough. Or perhaps... YOU should be calling ME 'MASTER' instead." He took on a simple white t-shirt and jeans. After a moment's contemplation, he unbuttoned the top half of the shirt. "Now you may be poor and homeless, but rest assured that I will not be as foolish as you are. Who the hell do you think I am?" [center]***[/center] He reached the center of the city after some time of walking, having pointedly ignored the woman just now. There should be some gambling here somewhere, perhaps in that bar over there. Gilgamesh smiled in anticipation and walked on in. He's got to start somewhere to get money after all. --- [b]Vilka Sometime after the summoning, her uncle's study.[/b] --- "Uncle." She opened the door to find her uncle with one of the maids, who was bound, gagged and blindfolded sitting on his lap. There was no question to what he was doing with her even with his desk in front of him, and what VIlka could smell all the way from the door confirmed it. "Uncle, I am successful." "Congratulations, you're one step closer to your dream now." He stopped for a moment, then leaned back, holding the thoroughly exhausted maid to him. "Now, pardon me while I tend to my.... business here. Afterwards, we should get the next phase of preparation ready for the war." Vilka nodded, closing the door slowly as she heard the maid plead to let her rest for a moment. Did her uncle remove the gag? After listening through the door a moment, she sighed and walked away back to her room. Saber, that emotionless thing she had summoned, doesn't seem to care much about anything, or even respond to much. She never seemed to leave her side as well, so it was not impossible she had seen Vilka's uncle in the act. Her uncle was a fairly decent person in Vilka's opinion, honest and never seeming to judge her. "You... I have no need of you until our preparations here are complete. Until I summon you back you are free to do as you like. Oh, and do check out any Servants you happen to meet." She returned to her room, noticing immediately the maid sleeping on one of the armchairs there. The maid was different from all the other maids because this one was VIlka's personal maid. That and she wore a collar with a length of chain still attached to it. Her own maid. Her own pet. And the third and last of those she could trust and actually like. Pulling on her chain to wake Ellie, her pet, Vilka got ready for bed.