[center][h2][b]Ascelia Vizwhurz[/b][/h2][@Raineh Daze][/center]The professional Magus Hunter woke up early as was her habit, leaving Saber, or rather Nero as she insisted to be called and went for a morning workout and jog around the facility's corridors. When she came back to their room, Ascelia glanced at Nero's newest artistic pursuit over her shoulder before leaving getting into the shower.

Who could imagine that the legendary Roman emperor known for his unrestrained cruelty towards Christians, (questionable) artistic tendency, populist politics and, more than that, an impressive skill as public manager, would be a woman? It was indeed an intriguing consideration, yet something out of Ascelia's area of expertise, thus she didn't pay much mind to it.

Ascelia had already left the bath once the call for all of the Masters and servants to assemble reached their room. The blonde who still had a towel draped over her shoulders was in the middle of dressing herself when Nero called for her. "Sure, as soon as I'm done here. Not everyone can be as bold in their choice of attire as you..." Ascelia halted her commentary about Nero's attire, to ask something that she has been wondering for some time, "Thinking about it, given that you call me by a title different from Master, how should I refer to you? Emperor, Caesar, or simply Nero? Given your appearance, maybe even Princess?"

As soon as she was finished getting dressed and ready, Ascelia stepped out of their room and led the way for the briefing, despite the fact that she thought that Nero hardly would need her escort for a task.
[center][h2][b]Atalanta[/b][/h2][@PKMNB0Y][/center]The leonine Archer was resting atop some isolated high perch she found on the facility's upper levels, chewing a slice of an apple pie she 'procured' in the kitchen. Atalanta could feel very clearly the presence of Keisuke as he was enrolled in his training routine, but didn't feel like spending time watching he practice his combat skills.

As a hero of the Age of the Gods, the concept of training wasn't lost on Atalanta, in fact she regarded Keisuke in a better standing for being so diligent toward his practice. Even then, it was an activity that she didn't required at all. After all, it didn't matter anywhere in the modern world the searched for, finding a target for practice suitable of Atalanta's skill was an impossible task. Though, maybe some games could prove to be an efficient distraction sometime? Atalanta could certainly get used to other forms of entertainment since she didn't have the chance to mingle with nature very often in this facility and, even glancing at what mankind did to the world she once loved was enough to bring a bitter taste to Atalanta's mouth.

It didn't take long for Atalanta's break to be interrupted, though as a gathering of the MAsters and Servants was called for. [i]"I'm right ahead of you, Keisuke,"[/i] Atalanta sad as she materialized beside Keisuke barely a blink of an eye after he called for her. Such a feat of extreme speed made it worth to remember that, if there was someone who truly deserved the title of the fastest Heroic Spirit, that one was Atalanta.