[h2]Isabelle d'Antibes[/h2]

She had [i]wanted[/i] to summon some great saint if possible, or a holy knight. A dashing figure without disastrous personality flaws, that would loyally serve for the entire war and understand the import of the Church's duty in verifying if this was indeed the Holy Grail. In other words, what she preferentially wanted was a Saber or a Rider-class Servant, with Saber being preferred for its greater power...

And as a nun, living as virtuous a life as possible with her condition, she was certain that her own personality would be a perfect catalyst for someone like that, but the ritual had other ideas, taking her [i]physical[/i] flaws and summoning... she had no idea. Isabelle's knowledge of Asian heroes was completely nil, nor was her ability to look up information in anything other than a large old-fashioned library on par with others of her age. At least she could rest assured that she had summoned the strongest Servant, likely because of the number of technically-swords that she carried hidden in her habit at all times, but...

So to sum up her week, she'd been awkwardly trying to get to know some strange Japanese (she'd found out that much from the obvious features and her own family history) lady, who started to hurt her neck whenever she made eye contact. Finally, her support had told her to get to know Saber, particularly on this night of the beginning where it was best to stay out of the way of other Masters lest they decide the Church [i]wasn't[/i] neutral ground.

So, tonight, they were down in Redrock, ordering burgers.

"Can I have... two cheeseburgers, a chicken sandwich, two large fries, that chocolate icecream you have advertised out front, and a large coke?" the nun asked, reading off what she'd written down, before turning to her somewhat-disguised Servant (not that she was subtle either). "What do you want, Saber?"

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