[right][h1][b]柳洞寺[/b][/h1][/right]
[right][b]「Ｒｙｕｕｄｏｕ Ｔｅｍｐｌｅ」[/b][/right]
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Birds. Daylight. Wind which caresses leaves and branches, and yet what she hears louder than anything, standing here impassively, is the deafening quiet of the temple. She's been idle long enough that it's gradually become clearer and clearer to her. Even as the Masters and their Servants known to her make their way into this place and find their spots to take up residence, it's here, in this gateway, that she has become all the more aware of how important it was to seize this area. These leylines, this mystic quality to the air... Lancer drops her arms to her side after having remained as still as a statue leaned against the gate's interior for hours, then raises them and folds them over her chest again. Opposite of before, this time.

[b]Boring.[/b]

That shouldn't be the sort of feeling rising to the surface for one as versed in meditation as her, but it is. Because like every other quality, it's for refining, preparing or reflecting. The embroidered lance impaled into the dirt beside her, the position they've taken here and their strange alliance; they're all supposedly a means to an end. A falling-in-line so as to produce some orderliness for an orderless war. The competition for the Holy Grail and for her Master's desire is a trial by combat. Yet, there isn't any combat.

There has been news of the German's brash actions and of the odd, overall picture of the situation that's developed. But, that's all.

There has been no one to defend the temple from despite this much time passing.

No aggressor. No challenger. No contest. There are no apparent ploys.

Lancer, with all things considered, is unquestionably disappointed in spite of her quiet, calm demeanor. At her heart and core, she is a warrior who spent so much of her life fighting. In service and solely for her Sultan, yes, but nonetheless she fought. Conquered. Emerged victorious, over and over and over, and in doing so she paved a way into a place in which a shining standard could be set for all that would follow her. Yet in this war, her and her allies have been [i]given[/i] this important place for lack of contest or response.

To her, as a once-Admiral, she sees a supposed battle that is being won before it even begins.

And it disappoints her.

After a while, she cants her head to the side to crack her neck and stands up straight, taking her left hand away from her chest to swipe at the shaft of her makeshift lance and wrench it from the temple's dirt. She walks forward a few strides with it until she's taken a single step down the Ryuudou Temple's impressively long ascent, then sits down on the edge of the highest step and drapes her arms over her legs.

[i]"Don't worry, Uva. It's fine."[/i]