[h3][color=limegreen]Hasabe Evans[/color][/h3]

Hasabe drove his [i]Impala[/i] in to the parking lot of a pretty middle-class-looking apartment building. He stepped outside his car, wearing a Pizza Hut™ delivery uniform, sans the baseball cap, which was kept in his car. Patched on his shirt is a nametag that reads "Hello, my name is [i]Wasabi."[/i] Hasabe figured his manager is hard at hearing, and he's heard stories that his manager used to be a barista at Starbucks™. Eh, everyone normally spells his name wrong around here. He's gotten used to it.

Hasabe opened the back door of his car, taking out the medium-sized pizza box and a two-liter bottle of Pepsi, closing his door and walking off. Having a newer model Impala meant that he didn't have to worry about locking the door, seeing as it automatically locks itself the moment he walks a good distance from it. Hasabe made his way up the stairs to the third floor, making his way down the hall. He stopped at an apartment with a strange package awaiting at the doorstep. Figuring he'll look at it later, he holds the pizza box in a matter where he could shuffle his house keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.

[color=limegreen]"Saber! I'm home! I brought dinner! Yeah, it's pizza, again..."[/color] Hasabe called into his apartment, leaving the door open and walking to the dining room table. It's been about a week since his new guest showed up... Saber, she called herself. He performed some ritual after finally getting a letter from who he [i]thinks[/i] is his father finally trying to reach out to him. Still, to have him take part of a [i]war[/i] is a bit much, he thought. He's mostly kept safe by wearing driving gloves to hide his Command Spells, which according to Saber, denote him as a participant of the Holy Grail War. He wonders when the first fight will even start... the letter his "father" delivered to him was a bit vague on that. 

Hasabe knows he'll have to get ready to fight some day, though... hopedully, he and Saber will be prepared.