[center][h2]Amano Nanase[/h2][/center]
The young woman couldn’t help but giggle lightly at the Servant’s words, finding his (understandable) love of the sun amusing. [i]”Of course,”[/i] she responded.

She made it to the meeting just as Zelretch had begun to speak, which brought a light blush of embarrassment to her cheeks, as she had been the only one [i]not[/i] to arrive in exactly a ‘timely manner.’ Thankfully for her though, she hadn’t interrupted or missed anything, so no harm had been done.

Her focus rezeroed as their mission was explained. This is what she was entrusted with. Enter the singularity with her allies, and work to retrieve the Holy Grail at the center of it to set history back on its rightful course. A clear mission.

She felt more at home than she had since first heading off to the facility.

Her attention was brought to the girl who introduced herself as Meran—an alchemist and support for the Masters and Servants. As Nanase listened to the girl speak in her monotone voice, she found something about her to be greatly intriguing. Nanase stepped forward, gently taking one of the phones from the girl with a small smile and light bow of her head. “Thank you very much,” she said quietly, gaze moving from Meran’s eyes to the phone. She found it quite impressive, to say the least. [i]Making[/i] things was not a talent of hers in the slightest, let alone something so high tech—destruction suited Nanase better, however much that fact may have pained her to dwell on. She gave Meran another quick glance  and smile to convey her gratitude before turning away to head towards the light spilling from the portal. Meran was certainly interesting, and Nanase wished to perhaps speak with her just for the sake of having a conversation, but such an activity would have to wait for now.

Stepping through the portal that connected the building to the singularity, Nanase took a moment to glance around her new surroundings as the strange dizziness brought on by the Altar subsided.

She watched the distance as the Archer Servant, Atalanta, used her Noble Phantasm to clear the skeletons that walked the hills. Seeing a Noble Phantasm in action for the first time was impressive.

Nanase glanced towards her Servant, a half-smile on her lips. “I wonder how your Noble Phantasms compare, Ozymandias. I bet they’re as pretty to look at as they are destructive.”

The girl paused, watching how her allies were choosing to act for a moment. “How would you like to proceed?” she asked the Rider, already beginning to reinforce her lower body in preparation.

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[center][h2]Penthesilea[/h2][/center]
“Does it feel liberating, running around like that~?”

The question brought the faintest blush to Penthesilea’s face, though she did her best to not show any further reaction. After moment of pause, as they stepped into the room where Zelretch awaited them, she replied. [i]”You may use a Command Spell to have me change clothing, if you wish,”[/i] she half-joked, though her tone was flat.

The Berserker listened to Zelretch speak, not all too interested until the location of the singularity was revealed. Body and mind tensed. Greece. The Trojan War.

The words of warning that Zleretch had preceded that information with were all but forgotten by the Amazon.

▉  ▄ █ ▌ ▌ ▌ ▄ ▄ . 

The odds of him being there, alive, were high. Penthesilea could find him. 

In this life, she could kill him.

She could feel the madness brought on by her Servant class beginning to take hold of her. It was undignified, to be summoned as a Berserker. But she would take the power such a vessel granted her, if it meant revenge. Of course, that was exactly why she had been classified as such.

Easily keeping her urges in check for now, Penthesilea followed after Estelle.

From the first step, she hated everything she saw. 

The Servant watched as Atalanta laid waste to the skeletons Estelle was pointing to. Antsy to get on the way, she nodded at girl’s command, and moved to scoop her up in a princess carry. Though Penthesilea herself was fairly small, Estelle’s childlike body proved easy to hold. The Amazon briefly wondered if she would feel indignant at being held in such a way... but it was the fastest way for them to travel together, so either she would deal with it or slow them both down by insisting to walk.

“Hold on, Master,” the Berserker said before taking a few steps and leaping powerfully off the ground. Being sure to land as lightly as possibly to minimize any force placed on Estelle, she jumped again, through the field of arrows and towards the smoke.

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