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Giorgio Armadi
[Copenhagen, Fuyuki City] 

Both Giorgio and Berserker had made their way from the bridge to a bar that Giorgio had heard about in passing. Of course, being the connoisseur of taste Giorgio was, he had mapped out a few placed he would likely wish to visit during his time in this city. Even if the city itself was not as exciting as something like the Streets of New York, Tokyo, or Paris, it would be where he would take residency for the remainder of his time within the war. He would simply get used to the somewhat lesser city. Not that he would really want to live here. It was merely but the maximum of two weeks would be his total time taken within the city. 

[color=Gold][i] ‘I really hope they’ll be willing to serve us,’ [/i] [/color] Giorgio thought to himself. At the very least, he hoped that Berserker would behave herself. Unlike most other magi who trained in multiple disciplines, Giorgio only knew a single “set” of spells. Therefore, any actions caused by Berserker would most likely be irreversible compared to the ability most magi have of “persuasion”. 

...In retrospect, this might not have been the most thought-out plan done by Giorgio. At the very least, he hoped that the Berserker would be able to at the very least behave herself, not unlike the hope that a coworker hopes their coworker doesn’t embarrass themselves when the two go out for drinks. Of course, compared to the potential ramifications of a coworker going ballistic and a Servant going ballistic held very distinct effects. One could just have acted in a way where you won’t bring them places next time. The other might kill people. One can select their own poison there. 

At the very least, his Servant did seem to have an interest when Giorgio had offered wine to them. Perhaps, even displaced out of time, she was a “queen” of sorts. At the very least, that is what she wanted Giorgio to refer to her as. Perhaps in some regards the two, despite Giorgio not wanting to state any similarities between her overtly barbaric, diva-like self and his civilized, flamboyant self. 

However, Giorgio did want to avoid future conflicts between himself and his Servant, but that did not mean that Giorgio would roll over and become the ‘servant’ in the partnership. If she was a Queen, Giorgio would have to be a King. He was not willing to give up his somewhat prideful self to win a war he truly didn’t have much of an interest in to begin with. Despite being a skilled negotiator, at the very least he understood who the person “Giorgio Armadi” was. And he was not someone to back down when presented with a challenge, perhaps to a faulted, stubborn way. 

[color=Gold] “Let’s go, Berserker,” [/color] Giorgio stated to his Servant. They were allowed to materialize as long as others were not seen. After all, magi and magics tended towards secrecy, and even being someone who didn’t care much for being a magus, there existed a ‘code of ethics” he believed should be followed to a degree when dealing with the average riff-raff. 

Entering the shop, assuming that it was even open during this time, Giorgio examined the interior of the shop. Every chair placement, every face he could see within the shop. After all, Giorgio was one to believe that everything should hold a degree of perfection about itself. The slightest interior design error would bug Giorgio to the extent that  he would not likely be able to enjoy himself within the shop. Luckily for him, everything seemed to check out.

[color=Gold] “Ah, hello,” [/color]the Foreign man said to the bartender on duty. [color=Gold] “My associate and I were looking for a drink if that would be fine with you. It might be a bit early, but we recently arrived in town and it is late where I am from right now. Jet-lag and all, hahaha.” [/color]

Perhaps the odd looking woman behind Giorgio was a bit of a mismatch in appearance to a great degree. First off, there must have been at least 15 cm, perhaps a bit more,height differential between the two, as well as the difference in Giorgio’s clothing selection and Berserker’s. Giorgio seemed to wear modern, designer clothing, whereas his Servant wore the battlegarb of the amazonians. However, this was somewhat off-set by the fact that his Servant’s hair styling was a bit … “odd”. Clearly, to someone who didn’t know of Servants, Berserker was a cosplaying a warrior cat girl. At least, that is what Giorgio hoped people would buy when confronted. Perhaps she would believe that both Giorgio and Berserker were cosplayers. After all, Giorgio did remember during his time in Tokyo several people had confronted him asking if he was playing as some character from a popular manga series, but it was merely his average appearance. 

[color=Gold] “I’d like a bottle of your finest wine, preferably some European import. If your bar is not open, I can take it to go if you’d wish. I wouldn’t wish to disrupt your business normalcies. But I would rather drink my wine in a bar rather than elsewhere, even if it is a tad early. Assuming that is alright with you. Haha.” [/color]