[b]Hakuno[/b]

Even with a Servant at her beck and call, Hakuno felt uneasy.

Brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she viewed the street before her with an ice-cream cone hovering just before her lips. Well, obviously, the mage herself held the cone, but... well, anyway, the point was that a teenaged girl sat, apparently by herself, on a bench and simply looked at the people passing by. Thanks to her specialty, barely anyone even so much as glanced at her. She was effectively invisible to the common people. Thankfully, none of the other Masters knew who she was, either. ...Hopefully.

Honestly, Hakuno was a tad paranoid that she was just advertising herself as a target at the moment. Sure, she should just look like a forgettable face, and with her Servant hidden... but what if another Master saw through that and blind-sided her? She'd be dead in, like, the first five minutes of this war! Se just had to keep reminding herself that there was surely no way she would be discovered.

...Though that begged the question: How was she supposed to identify a Master by just sitting there and waiting for one to pass by?

"...Archer," Hakuno spoke softly, to avoid attraction the attention of passers-by, "if my plans were dumb, you'd tell me, right?"

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[b]Lancer[/b]

With the usual, flashy entrance typical of newly-summoned Servants, a tall and imposing figure loomed before the mage that had summoned him. Silently, he observed the girl, a hand stroking at the tall, magnificent beard that adorned the Servant's face, as if pondering. After a moment, he stepped forward, placed a fist within his other hand, and bowed his head respectfully.

"...I am Lancer, and I have answered your summons," he spoke, his tone surprisingly gentle for such a large man, "If you will have me, I will be honoured to serve you."