[center][h2]Frederica Edelfelt[/h2][h3]Inside a U.F.O., Church on the Hill[/h3][/center]
Regrettably, they had lost a Servant. Perhaps most frustrating, though, was what they had gotten in exchange. They had not harmed the enemy, their plundering of the Tohsaka Manor with a couple of potential exceptions was fruitless, and perhaps most annoyingly, they came away with no knowledge of Rider's killer besides "Burial Agent, strong, big hammer, summoned a horned girl".

Needless to say, Frederica was more than a little miffed, but managed to keep it from showing in her interaction with Emmerich after returning. The poor bastard had just lost his Servant, after all, no need to lash out at him when he was doing plenty of that on his own already.

This had only further affirmed her prior plans. They had lost a Servant, in addition to the structural disadvantages they had entering this war. Sure, she and her sister could always defect to the other faction, but where was the fun in that? Instead, it was much more interesting to think about how to improve what they had.

And that was precisely why she now sat inside of a golden ship that lay on the Church's land under the cover of night, surrounded by her ever-wonderful golem guards as she worked. She was the only one who could do something like this, after all, who could improve the device that Thule had given them in this particular way. And so, she worked, blocking out the other members of her team as she did. It was likely that only her sister would be able to get her attention at this point, though perhaps her partner would have a chance as well.

Hopefully the Burial Agent wouldn't smash this too right after she finished improving it.
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It was entertaining, one could say, that a lion had been the one to stroll into the lion's den.

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I will make a more beautiful world. 

I will make a world where nobody has to cry.

I will eradicate All The World's Evil. 

I will create a utopia. 

[color=2e2c2c]To create a utopia, I must live. 

I want to live. 

[b]I don't want to die.[/b]

[s]It's painful. It's painful. It's painful.[/s]

[b]I don't want to die.[/b]

[s]Grant. Grant. Grant. Grant. Grant. [/s]

[b]I don't want to die.[/b]

[/color][center]"Justeaze."

[color=2e2c2c]"Holy Grail."[/color]

"I will save the world."

[color=2e2c2c]"I will transcend death."[/color][/center]

This time, it shall be fulfilled. 

This time, the pursuit will end.

This time, a miracle will occur.

Such is the declaration of a man who loves humanity.

Such is the declaration of the hero of this world.

Such is the declaration of the last king of Fuyuki. 

Such is the declaration of-

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[center][h2]Makiri Zolgen / Matou Zouken (?)[/h2][h3]Matou Mansion [/h3]
[@Yukitamas] [@Breo] [@Shioban][/center]

"Ahh, a magus and a Servant, with another lurking outside. Welcome, welcome. What a nostalgic feeling for these old bones. But, surely you should know better than to so brazenly charge into a magus's workshop?"

A voice cut through the darkness. A voice that reeked of age and power, a voice that did not seem even slightly perturbed in the presence of two beings at the class of Ghost Liners. A sharp, piercing laugh flowed through the halls of the house. One could visualize its owner shaking his head, a bemused grin playing at the edges of his lips.

"After all, is a magus's workshop not where they are at their strongest?"

Shapes moved outside of view, undulating within the darkness. Black, an impenetrable black stretched out before Janika and Cocles, the light sounds of a chittering few insects and the oppressive feeling of wrongness being their only company besides the voice. Neither Janika throwing out threads of consciousness nor the Servants using their senses would avail the darkness; there was the presence of "something" interspersed throughout the walls of the manor, but beyond that it was blank. And yet, the voice did not seem concerned in the slightest. So then, why, what gave this unseen magus that level of confidence?

"You will have to excuse my rudeness for the lack of decoration. If I had known you were coming, I would have at least rolled out a rug. Regardless, come in, come in. I will attempt to be a gracious host. I am afraid it is merely the two of you and myself, though, unless your friend outside would care to join us as well. I apologize if you were expecting a proper banquet, but I'm certain we can make do." 

"If you're looking for that young boy, Youzai, I apologize for that as well. You are merely met with my aged self. Do not worry, though; it has been quite some time, but I'm sure my ability to entertain guests hasn't diminished."