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[h2][b]Fancy Shop, Shinto[/b][/h2][h3]Sunday, August 27th, 1939[/h3][/center]
[@Art of Fun] [@Over Illusion] [@Yukitamas]

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Stheno had decided to act mostly on her own accord. Summoning Heroic Spirits as familiars to do your bidding was a risk-filled option, summoning a Divine Spirit to do so was likely to result in disaster. However, Stheno herself had remained fairly docile throughout the events, but the lack of progression from their members even within a single day was reason enough to bore the Goddess. 

She had located one of the Edelfeldt Masters at a shop in Shinto. As suspected, she had shown no signs of detecting her presence, but Stheno took this as a matter of fact rather than anything else. Had she not wielded power beyond that of mortals throughout her existance, it is likely that she would have grown intoxicated from the abilities which even the class container for Assassin had bestowed upon her. Naturally, that included the enhanced senses which allowed for her to overhear the discussion that took place between the Edelfeldt Master and what sounded like an ally. The device used to communicate the message was known to her. Truthfully, she was surprised that there had been no mental link to communicate the message. 

[i]'Partner. It appears Rider may perhaps have been eliminated. The actions seem to have been by an individual named, no, titled 'Burier'.'[/i] She didn't waste any further time on relaying the message, instead taking the oppritunity to follow them as they travelled along the streets of Shinto. What an utter disappointment. The enemy Servant, a target designated for them, had been taken out by someone else. Even though she herself could hardly bear with the progress they had made on their own, having a valuable asset be taken out in the first day was still something significant even in her eyes. Their own victory seemed all but set in stone. Loss through arrogance was a common thing to the heroes of the past, but the idea of her thinking too highly of herself and their position was simply inconcievable to her mind. 

[center][hr][h2][b]Path to Church[/b][/h2][/center]

The Church. Once more she would return to this [s]den of insolent fools[/s] reminder of the oppositions questionable behaviour. Of course, the Edelfeldt had wandered along with the invisible Servant. No doubt it was Saber, the one class most feared in this ritual. Caution was to be expressed at all times when handling such a foe, but Stheno simply carried herself with the usual demeanor, peeking out curiously to listen in on any communications that may be incoming. 

[i]'It is a shame that this Master is not a male. I am hopeful that Saber is at least. After all, the German faction would simply fall apart if their only Servant is an Archer who has to retreat from an Assassin, kufufu~'[/i] The joys from her previous existance was something any greedy woman would wish to experience. Commanding brave heroes, sending them to their deaths at the wave of your hand. If the German faction had yet to retreat to them, then surely he would be worth bringing to their side. [i]'Is it not unfair? For a Saber to hide himself from the eyes of onlookers, I can't help but see it as cowardly.'[/i] Her complaints were petty and childish, feeling that she herself should be the only one allowed to employ these methods. 

[center][hr][h2][b][s]Church[/s] Outside a U.F.O[/b][/h2][/center]

[i]'... Partner?'[/i] With eyes more precious than gemstones, her gaze travelled up the golden ship, her smile spreading a toxic joy through her body. [i]'This ship. Get it for me, would you not?'[/i]