[color=ed1c24][b]Berserker[/b][/color]
Internet Cafe
Interacting with: [@Turboshitter] Albert Prelati, [@VanceXentan] Lancelot, Leon Winchester
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Berserker snorted at the sight of Saber's stifled laughter and the subsequent frigid exposition. [color=ed1c24]"You're telling me. One moment they help, another they hinder - sometimes even the same fairy!"[/color] Berserker replied, voice containing the exasperation characteristic of someone who'd seen it all and done it all. [color=ed1c24]"You know... I had a foreign friend raised by a lady of the lake. Nice guy, nice lady. So you can imagine how awkward it was when she tried to kill me later."[/color] She breathed a wistful sigh, like it was some kind of fond memory - which it was, as the assassin sent after the paladin ended up marrying her cousin.

[color=ed1c24]"But that's neither here nor there, and I may spoken too much. Here goes second call-- No drinks? No problem,"[/color] Berserker nodded. She hadn't been very bothered by Saber and his Master's denial of her offer despite the undertone of their suspicion. Perhaps she was taking their answer at face value.[color=ed1c24] "Guess that's a two-sugar-and-cream coming right up,"[/color] she pushed her chair into the seat and strode towards the counter, fishing in her pockets for the spending money her Master had allotted her.  

It took a few moments of waiting in line, and then for the cup of joe itself, but Berserker was soon back at the table, handing off the coffee to her Master and catching the last tidbit of conversation. [color=ed1c24]"Ah, we're meeting more like-minded individuals already? What a fortuitous day."[/color]