[h2]Kobayakawa Yumi[/h2]

If there was one thing that Yumi had definitely learned about the Servant she had summoned, it was that the tall, quiet girl was highly concerned with the conservation of electricity. Perhaps too concerned. In fact, definitely too concerned. It seemed as if Yumi's Servant was quick to turn off the lights if she believed when they were no longer in use, and was also frequently too hesitant to ask if it was the case. This resulted in Yumi having the lights turned off on her on multiple occasions. Once when she was in the bath. This had contributed to a mounting level of irritation. Couldn't the tall girl simply [i]ask[/i] her if she was using the lights? So Yumi wouldn't have to go calling for her, submerged up to her neck in water, to return and turn the lights back on?

To put it simply, the fascination Yumi had initially felt upon summoning Frankenstein's Monster of all Servants had been promptly replaced with exasperation at the Berserker-class Servant's dedication to electrical conversation and unending hesitation to speak up about it. In any case, the short, dark-haired girl had begun to ask her Servant not to turn the lights out. It was hardly one of the concerns she'd believed she would be faced with when she became a Master, to say the least.

That being said, as Yumi laid on her stomach, legs kicking in the air as she rested on the couch and flipped through her book, that annoyance didn't entirely dampen her spirits. She was the Master of a Servant. While Berserker would not have been her first choice had this been a proper Grail War, the negatives associated with the class were hardly as much of an issue in a mana-rich environment such as this. Providing prana was almost effortless. She'd been surprised when Frankenstein's Monster was revealed to be a rather beautiful girl, but she supposed that it wasn't out of the question that it could have been the case.

... Not that she'd go [i]telling[/i] her Servant she was beautiful. What would be the point in that? Their relationship was strictly one of Master and Servant, anyway! It wasn't as if there was any reason to make comments like that, now, was there? It wasn't like she sought some kind of friendship or something!

She didn't need something like that.

Of course, right as Yumi neared the end of her current page, she heard the announcement to gather downstairs. Folding her page and placing her book to the side, Yumi drew herself up into a sitting position and then got to her feet.

"Come on, Berserker," she said, glancing towards her Servant, "Let's go. We don't want to waste any time getting there. I don't want to look like some lazy idiot who dawdled making my way the the debriefing."

[@Rin]

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[h2]Estelle Varianbec[/h2]

"Ah, perfect."

Her maids were quite busy, ensuring that she was completely presentable. They were busy with bathing her, scrubbing her back, every single detail needed to be perfect. For Estelle was a Master of a Servant, not for a Grail War, but for the purpose of preserving the universe itself. Repeating that thought in her mind made the tiny, tan-skinned girl feel self-satisfied. It wasn't unlike some of the heroes that they were summoning, was it? The Servant she had called was under the class of Berserker, but with a combination of the location's incredibly high background mana and her own enormous prana reserves there was not the slightest burden. Had this been a regular Grail War, summoning Berserker would have been of no concern. However, the Servant was a bit of a curious sort. An Amazon, which explained her... manner of dress(Estelle had immediately elected to tease her about the fact regardless, just for fun and to see how she'd respond), and from the battle of Troy no less. A contemporary of a figure who, if she recalled her mythology correctly, she'd be very unhappy to hear about.

At the moment, however, that was hardly an important matter. She wasn't going to be babbling about Achilles, now, was she? Why would she? No, instead, Estelle relaxed, feeling her maids scrub her body and clean her hair. Ah, how wonderful... It was nice having people do do everything for you, even if they also served to restrict her movements. But here, well... they couldn't, now, could they? She could simply appreciate their other duties. After all, they wouldn't be following her into the other timelines, so they couldn't attempt to restrict her movements beyond 'Mistress, do be careful' or 'Mistress, don't be rash'. It was perfect.

Soon enough, the tiny girl's body had been cleaned, and shortly after she was dried and brought out of the bathing area to be dressed.

[url=https://safebooru.org//images/1949/20de05c02939f0e9068ffc4d04d2f161ef9e3730.jpg?2034606]Another maid was waiting for her when she was finished.[/url]

"Please do be careful, Mistress," she said, bowing her head. Estelle nodded, folding her arms.

"Of course, of course, besides I have a Servant, it won't be a problem," she said, waving her hand and brushing the maid off.

"Berserker, let's go!"

[@Riegal]