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Célestine Belmonte walked down a damp, empty street in the backwater neighborhoods of Berlin.  She was going with purpose, determined to get somewhere only she and six- well, technically thirteen others knew about.  At least, that's what she was guessing.  One of them was close behind her, her Servant, a mighty Rider from long ago that history has misrepresented as a man.  In fact, she was a woman, but no less of a conqueror.  She made a good travelling companion, too, the voyage to Europe from America would've been hellish without company.  The Frenchwoman turned down another side street, pulling a slip of paper from her coat pocket as she went.  She looked at it briefly before dropping it back in and looking around for a street name.  Soon, she nodded, confident that she was on the right track.

Several turns and straightaways later, Célestine and her Servant stood before a warehouse that had seen better days.  Her better judgement demanded she turn around and pretend she hadn't just spent an hour searching for this apparent hellhole, but this was definitely the building described on the letter she had on her person as of right now.  [color=962C1B]"Well Temujin, this could be the beginning of the end.  I hope you're prepared,"[/color] she said with a flat tone, a certain level of apathy in her words.  Without waiting for a response, she stepped into the threshold.

While she walked into the flooded floor, she burnt a small amount of her magic to freeze the water underneath where she stepped, rendering her perfectly dry.  While she found herself and her Servant somewhere to settle, she took a moment to examine the three others there.  One was a a girl clad in plate armor, another had black and red robes that told of a mage of somesort... though the cross hanging from his neck was paradoxical in nature.  Perhaps him and the armored girl were of the same faith, and one was Master and the other Servant.  The odd one out was the young man in a blindingly white uniform, and she would've gone as far as to call him albino were it not for his blue eyes.  Her stare lingered just a little too long before she wandered to an empty shipping container, then jumped up to it.  She caught the lip with her hands then pulled herself up, after which she turned around and sat on the edge.  She then beckoned for her Servant to join her.  In a low tone, she addressed the Rider.  [color=962C1B]"I don't like this, bringing seven Masters and Servants to one place can't end well."[/color]  If she was nervous, her voice didn't betray her.