[h2]Mordred, Tokyo[/h2]

It was a very strange sensation, deeply unlike that of being summoned, and yet it felt somehow familiar.

The blonde-haired, armored girl, though she would have been quite unhappy to be referred to as such, suddenly found herself in a situation entirely unfamiliar. She was no longer in the air-conditioned halls of Chaldea, wearing her armor only because she felt like sparring(she wasn't in the best of moods already, to be frank). No, this was some... park? Somewhere? Where the hell was it.

Mordred Pendragon, the self-proclaimed greatest knight, stared at her surroundings. This wasn't Chaldea. This wasn't Chaldea at all. This was some park. Why the hell was she in some park?

"What the hell is [i]this[/i]?!" the blonde knight snapped, angrily turning on her heel to look about. There was no-one except some lady over by a playground and... and him.

Mordred folded her arms.

"Oh, so you're here too?" she asked, with a glare, as she stared down at her fellow Servant. Hans Christian Andersen, an ally as a Servant who was also summoned by their Master, and yet... "I'm surprised you're not trying to drink yourself into a drunken stupor already or something. Hmph. What the hell is this?! Some kind of mini-singularity or something?!"

Angrily, Mordred spun on her heel as she looked about once more. It was just... it looked like a park in some modern city or something. The signs were... Japanese? Naturally, as a Servant, she had been gifted with the knowledge to speak Japanese on being summoned by a Japanese Master, but this wasn't exactly a familiar situation.

It was only now that the Saber-class Servant realized something terrible. Wherever they had ended up...

The contract with their Master was no longer present. The moment this realization came to her, the blonde-haired girl staggered, sudden weakness filtering through her frame. In a shower of red sparks her armor seemed to simply vanish, leaving her in nothing more then the tube top and shorts she'd been wearing prior to calling her armor.

"Y-you're kidding..." she shuddered as she fell to her knees. "L-like hell I'm just going to fade away...!"

And yet, without a contract, something to hold her here until she could reunite with her Master, Mordred could not maintain a physical form or a presence in the world. Her body was already beginning to fade at the tips of her fingers, as her strength drained and she fell forward onto all fours.

... No, she wasn't going to... she couldn't just allow herself to fade away, she had to get back to her Master... no self-respecting Knight would let it end with this!

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[h2]Moriya Suwako, New York[/h2]

Perhaps Leo wasn't entire correct when he said there was no-one otherworldy around. Though in fairness, the one in question was perhaps not one of the most unusual and otherworldly individuals, a little blonde girl hardly being out of the ordinary, the hat bearing a large pair of blinking eyes would likely draw some kind of attention.

Moriya Suwako wasn't quite sure where she'd ended up. But, as she was wont to do, she took it in stride. There was a lot of people around here, and it certainly looked like neither Gensokyo or the outside world... at least, not the outside world she was familiar with. It didn't look like Japan prior to her relocation to Gensokyo, that was for sure. What she did immediately gravitate towards, however, was the smell of something fried... moments later, the tiny girl became acutely aware of the grumbling in her own stomach. Certainly, perhaps she could convince whoever possessed it to make an offering? Sanae wasn't here to make dinner... or was she. Was she?

"Sanae-chaaaan, make dinner!" called Suwako. There was no response, and it likely wasn't audible over the sound of the crowds. So that was most likely a no, wasn't it? And so, instead, the girl followed her nose.

It led her to a boy, with brown hair, and... some kind of... little monkey? It was a little monkey. But the more importantly he was clutching a bag filled with something that smelled heavily of fried food. The blonde goddess could therefore assume it was indeed fried food. Arms held out at her sides, Suwako immediately made a beeline for him.

"Ooooh, what's that in the bag?" she asked, not even attempting to make an introduction before she asked about getting a meal, "Are you going to eat it all? Do you want to make an offering?"

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