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[@Beloss][@Cu Chulainn][@Moonlit Sonata][/center]

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[color=tomato]"Sorry, sorry, was I interrupting something? There's been quite the emergency!"[/color]

Whatever they were expecting, it probably wasn't [i]that[/i]. Which was more ridiculous, the small mountain of prana that made it abundantly clear that was indeed the Servant they'd anticipated? Or the small mountain of boxes, carrying another, smaller box? Stepping in and taking a moment to make sure to shut the door properly, the box pile gently set down its delivery on one of the pews. 

It wasn't possible to make out any sort of gestures or finer details of motion, but the darkened eye holes poked through the topmost box regarded the unknown Master and Servant off to the side. They'd been noticed and acknowledged, but the newcomer would not move against them.

The Berserker opened the top of his delivery box fully, revealing a very sickly-looking girl. 

[color=tomato]"This girl will probably die of prana drain if she remains contracted to me. Poor lass... that's unacceptable."[/color]

There was a tangible ebb in the flow of prana. Even though it had previously waned, and without direct visibility, the Servant was rationing himself as much as possible without going into spiritual form. [color=tomato]"I fear for what happened to my summoner."[/color] Every minute counted, but the boxzerker waited for the overseer to reply. He was wary of the other pair, but given they'd assumed a position of defense rather than ambush, he gave them the benefit of the doubt for now.