[center][h2][color=violet]Elizabeth Reinholt[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=violet]violet = speaking[/color]

[color=lightcoral]lightcoral = thinking/mental communication with servant[/color]

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As the black-haired woman made her way calmly towards the church doors of the gothic-styled church, a small smile hung at the edges of her lips. Perhaps she was excited, or perhaps it was the nervousness working its way up as some form of excitement within her bowels. Ah, not that it mattered much right now. The Church Representative was here, and Elizabeth was coming with her servant [s]cinnamon roll of a daughter[/s] to register her participation in the Holy Grail War. At least, she had informed the representative before hand of this through a letter. She would summon early, arrive here, and then present herself to them for formal registration. As simple as that. 

Letting out a long breath as she stopped in front of the doors, a small puff of mist could be seen lingering in the air for a moment, the chill of the night air enough for such without being uncomfortable otherwise. But the tension was near palpable for the master of Assassin, the tension of knowing that this night was the start of the Grail War...the start of the fight for the Holy Grail itself. At least, however, she stood upon neutral ground right now. Indeed, she was outside of the acceptable areas to battle in, lest the wrath of the moderator of this Grail War bring down her wrath on those who attacked Elizabeth right now. 

[i][color=lightcoral]'Sweetie, make sure we don't attack or hurt the pretty lady inside, ok?'[/color][/i] the magus and master communicated to her servant via their mental link, unable to hold back sounding like a mother of sorts in her communication. 

After all, she had the most adorable servant in the war, eh? She had even hugged her a bit after summoning her...and that was only a week ago. Heavens, the time had already passed quickly until this point. But at least she had been able to cook herself and her servant dinner for doing so well at getting ready for this Grail War, and how could she not do so? A hot meal did wonders for the morale at times. 

With her communication finished, though, Elizabeth reached forwards, pushing open the church doors and beginning to walk in. She maintained her cool and composed stance, though the smile still hung visibly on the corners of her mouth for all to see. 

[color=violet]"Hello? Is this the place to present ourselves to the Grail War's moderator?[/color] Elizabeth said, her voice ringing calmly but distinctly through the building as she spoke aloud, hoping to catch the attention of the particular woman who was supposed to be here.