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With his Master, by Tohsaka Manor[/center]
 [@Kyoka] [@Sageage] [@Seirei No Hai]

It was a dance, with blade's clashing and dragging against each other. In truth, he hadn't expected such an exciting meeting. But this was Olivier, the paladin he could call his lance. The one he would fight alongside and go into hell with without a question. There was no other he would accept as an ally for this grail war now that he knew she was here. His green eyes stared back into that blue light, and finally, he was satisfied. No, not satisfied. He felt glorious! He let her push his blade to his chest, smiling as that smug look reflected in his eyes. 
[color=82ca9d]"Barbaric? Why I take offense to that. I've been nothing but a gentleman since I arrived in this time period!"[/color] He pushed back, slowly turning the tables to tower over Olivier. [color=82ca9d]"And what about you? You brought a spear to a sword fight! How dishonorable! Though, uncle would probably laugh at how you manage to have a spear longer than mine."[/color] A terrible joke, but if there was any kind of humor he was good at, it was the terrible kind. 

Finally satisfied, Roland stepped back, never lowering Durandal until he glanced at the food on the table. [color=82ca9d]"Well well, I see we have a meal already planned out."[/color] Roland smiled, and winked to his fellow Paladin and fellow Saber for the war. Taking a seat, he looked to the two masters, who were probably in shock at how easily the two Sabers seemed to get along. [color=82ca9d]"If there was any surprise I expected for this grail war, it wasn't to see you again. I expected uncle, or maybe..."[/color] He paused, and bit his tongue. But it was clear who he had thought of. His step-father. The man who had betrayed the two of them to an ambush that had cost them both their lives. [color=82ca9d]"But that is neither here, nor there. It's good to see you again, and to drink with you again, and fight with you again."[/color] 


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_________________________________[i][b]Master[/b][/i]_________________________________
Fuyuki West - Bank[/center]

Step one had gone over rather flawlessly. The arrival of fake masters would no doubt keep other real masters off the street to avoid confrontation, and better yet draw all familiars to them. So that real masters could operate without the gaze of others spying into their personal business. After all, Xerxes Kaveh wanted to make sure that until he chose to do so, nobody would interfere with his work. And his work, was very important at the moment as he stood at the entrance to the bank. There, the manager stood, already opening the door for him, well after the bank had closed for the night.
[color=fff79a]"Thank you for your help."[/color] The Persian master said, smiling to the older gentleman who had been kind enough to let him into the bank. [color=fff79a]"You don't realize how much I needed to get inside."[/color] He knew the man didn't care, nor could he probably answer that request. The man was no mage, and so to Xerxes that meant an easy use for his... 'Powers.' 
[color=f49ac2]"Think nothing of it."[/color] The man smiled, and as the doors opened, he and Xerxes stepped inside. A third figure following them. One who had to bend down to step into the room. The bank itself was fairly nice, and it was clearly a result of the value of Fuyuki's wealth. All the rich people sitting around, with their money placed into banks. A western influence Xerxes was sure, as when he had first visited Japan in the 1600's they had still fallen under the sway of a Shogun. How times change. 

[color=fff79a]"Right, you can go pass out in the corner."[/color] Xerxes said to the bank manager, holding up a golden rod with an eye at the very top. The gemstone eye in the center shimmered for a moment, and the manager obeyed. Collapsing onto one of the many pieces of furniture that was littered about. Making sure to take the keys before the man passed out, Xerxes walked deeper into the bank. [color=fff79a]"Berserker, you are to make claim to all the treasures in this bank. Furniture, jewels, gems, bank accounts, and paper. It all has some degree of value."[/color] As Fuyuki was a center of western influence in japan, the city drew in enough riches and investors to make this singular bank more than wealthy enough for his needs. 

Shuttering the windows, to avoid anybody peeking in while they worked, Xerxes couldn't help but smile. The value of a bank was more than enough for his needs right now. But over time he'd have to start resorting to less... Subtle methods. Besides, robbing a bank wasn't the worst thing he'd be doing today. 
The golden light that drifted through the air was more than enough for Xerxes to know that his will was being carried out. In a way, he felt it was right to be stealing from the Matous, the Einzberns, and the Tohsakas. Their wealth and fortunes probably sitting in those very vaults that were being stripped of their gold. Probably for the best. If he had his way, they may not survive the war to even realize they had been robbed.

Taking a seat by the unconscious back manager, he held up a chalice. Placing it down in the table, he filled it once more, and set to work using his time wisely. In particularly he wanted to watch the fake masters. Three of them. The chalice shimmered, and focused on each of the three in turn. Focusing on the one at the bridge at first. The bridge of Fuyuki was the crossroads between the two sides of the city, and that meant, more than anything, that he would be the first to run into actual mages. 
And then he was dead. In the chalice, Xerxes could see his killer. Her hand through his heart. Tsk... The Persian sighed, but at the very least this man's death wasn't in vain. He proved one thing to Xerxes. He didn't have a servant like he thought he did. And then the assassin was gone, and the man's body fell the distance into the water with a splash.

It seems the grail war had its first causality. But as he flicked his attention over to another, he saw exactly who he had interest in earlier. [color=fff79a]"Berserker, wrap it up when you can. We have a place to be soon."[/color]

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Scattered through Fuyuki...[/center]

One of them was dead. His heart practically imploded and his body falling into the river below. In a way it was rather pathetic. On the opposite hand, a dead body, even that of a fake master would draw some attention. If discovered. Though it may take a day or two to be fished out of the water. 

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[i]Fuyuki Shopping District - Nise Matsuda[/i]
[@Scallop]

The man stepped from the darkness, knife spinning in his hand. "Oh, you caught me!" He bowed, and seemed the epitome of a gentleman. "I understand you'd be nervous of a sudden arrival like myself, but lets be honest. I don't believe in the skulking and shadow games that so many other mages are getting involved in. After all, shouldn't this all be good fun?" He glanced over Ludwig's shoulder, as if he was seeing something Ludwig couldn't. "I realize this isn't the nicest of meetings, but I think we could work together? After all, you and I have so much to work with. You have a powerful servant, and so do I. We're both talented mages, aren't we?"" He took a step closer, as if trying to be as friendly as possible. "Besides, I don't even need the grail. I'm in this be-" He paused, as if unsure how to continue. As if... He hadn't been told what he wanted. 
But he did know what the mysterious man wanted. That pause broke, and he was on the attack. Throwing his knife through the air, and watching it arc through the air, aimed squarely at Ludwig's chest. Before Ludwig would have time to figure out what was going on, the man tackled at him, striking in the most physical way possible. Suicidal. But... Was that the intent?