[b][center]Lancer[/center][/b]
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She returned to the hotel room quietly, being careful not to disturb her Master. 

Tch, that servant was quite something. Would her noble phantasm even be enough to pierce that shield? The shield did not seem to deflect her attack with her shield however, so perhaps.... Her martial skills should be enough to take that strange looking Saber out, but she has less than the minimum amount of prana supplied. The servant being able to take her on squarely proved he was not of her place's origin however, as she would have held an advantage over most of them.

Feeling tired all of a sudden, she slumped down on a wall across the bed, closing her eyes for a moment of respite.

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[b][center]Vilka[/center][/b]
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A very good morning.

The sun shone through her windows, as she went on preparing herself for the day. Her maid hummed cheerfully as she brushed Vilka's hair. Vilka pulled on her chain lightly, causing the maid to stop momentarily, before continuing after adjusting her collar a bit.

"All done, Mistress."

With that a black shadow enveloped Vilka's naked body, before solidifying and shaping itself to be the usual black and while garb that resembled a nun's dress, though with a shorter skirt that revealed her black stockinged legs.Rewarding her maid with a pat on the head, she concentrated on the link to her Servant.

-Search and destroy. I don't care who you find, whether Master or Servant. Relay their location to me before attacking.-

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[b][center]Gilgamesh, King of Heroes.[/b][/center]
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"Really? That is the best you could come up with? You couldn't have like, I don't know, decided to pick up something not so cliche?"

"Hmph, I do not expect a commoner- nay, a mere meat doll to understand a king's refined tastes." Truth be told, he had a much more glorious version of it somewhere in his vault, if he remembered it correctly, but such gloriousness would attract too much attention in this early stage of the war. This was adequate however, at least until the money comes in tomorrow, and then he would find the greatest one this era has to offer.

"Also, stop calling me meat doll, I have a name and it is Ariel. A-R-I-E-L. ARIEL. So, I did some thinking and I decided we should probably head to Septum Spritz Hotel, it's fancy for your tastes, but there's enough people there that we wont draw the attention of other 'mongrels' as you like to call them?"

"Hmph. Well done. I will reward you by remembering your name. However, meat doll Ariel" He looked down on her with a slight look of disgust on his face. "Those clothes are abhorrent and reeks of your poorness. You will first go and get a more fitting outfit for one who serves the Golden King himself."

Wasting no more time, he revved up the engine, and tore off down the street with Ariel behind him, going first to the tailor who had fitted him earlier with decent clothes.