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[h2][color=darkorange]Gin Yoshiyaki[/color][/h2]
[h3]Pellion's Pub, Gates of Troy, Edge of Shinto[/h3]
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[@Paradox Witch][@SSW][@Froppy][@Breo]
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Gin yawned, making his way into the bar with a half-empty bottle of wine. He looked ragged and... almost dead, having spent most of the night practicing his magecraft with Baba to little avail. As a matter of fact, from the lack of sleep he's had, he seems to have lost most of the information he was supposed to retain. Stuffing the bottle of wine in the hands of one of the passing waiters, he shuffled towards the bar, unknowingly leaving a small trail of talismans on the way there. It seems that Gin had even forgot they were in his now torn pocket.

[color=darkorange]"Yo, Donnie! Make me one of those Long Island teas, the ones with the ice in 'em,"[/color] Gin waved to Donnie, pulling a stool out and taking a seat, [color=darkorange]"and, uh, what was going on? I heard a loud scream from outside."[/color] Gin scratched his head as he began to think of the possibilities. If it weren't for that terrifying shout that had just happened outside the bar, Gin would've been asleep until the evening. It isn't like anything important would've happened before then, anyway. Gin isn't the brightest when it comes to things like how the war works, but he does know it would be [i]absolutely stupid[/i] to attack a Greek God in their own territory, anyway. In any case, he just shrugged and rested his head on the bar, cradling it with his arms as he awaited his drink.

[center][color=darkorange]"... Yer good at giving advice, ain't ya? How can I make my magecraft more... efficient? Apparently my way of doing it is stupid, but I aven't figured out a way to do it [i]right.[/i]"[/color][/center]

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[h2][color=gold]Black Rider[/color][/h2]
[h3]Outside the Einzbern Compound, Miyama, [i]During the Meeting Between Masters[/i][/h3]
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[@Crusader Lord][@Sageage][@Reflection][@Kyoka][@Seirei no Hai]
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Rider's smile only grew larger as Saber mentioned his uncle. It gave him just a brief idea on his identity, enough to where he's easily reminded of his own knights. Saber was not one of his knights, that is for certain, but the tales of [i]a great king and his team of loyal knights[/i] is one that is both famous and consists of many variations. In any case, Rider felt like he also developed a sort of kinship with his newfound allies, and he could only hope he'll fight alongside them in the future. As for Saber's equine Master, he also seemed like someone that would make an interesting conversationalist. His views on progression and moving forward are ones that are aligned with Rider's own, having ushered the Age of Man in his kingdom with his own hands. Rider feels that he will have a deeper conversation with this man when he returns. For now, though....

[color=gold]"Miss Sophia is actually pleasant company if you don't mind her... habits. I will be leaving, for now, seeking those responsible for the fire. Perhaps I might find the one who had stolen your sword, and even your sword arm, Saber."[/color] Rider began to slowly turn into the stuff of spirits, whisking away in a shower of blue lights. Before he completely faded away, however, he turned, once again, to the man with the horse for a head.

[color=gold]"My companion is on his way here, mister Tlilpojuan. He is a much better conversationalist than I... I can tell you will take a liking to him."[/color]

And so, Rider had apparently vanished in spiritual form, making his way to Miyama. He wished to find information on what had happened in the city and, more importantly, who or what caused the fire. Indeed, while he wasn't particularly searching for a fight just yet, the obvious challenge in the form of fires in the sky did entice Rider to head in that direction, first...

With Rider's departure, the sound of hooves approaching the compound followed. If one were to turn and look in the direction, they would clearly see it; a mighty black stallion adorned in armor similar to Rider's, along with an excitable beagle riding atop the steed. As soon as the horse met its gaze with what had appeared to be another as great as itself, it let out an enthusiastic neigh. It had finally came across another that it could explain [i]it[/i] to...

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[h3][i]’NEMETON’[/i], Miyama Town[/h3]
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[@DostHou][@Sageage]
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Tracking the source of the fireworks down, Rider had found himself in a rather strange place. It was a lively grove in the middle of the wasteland that is now Miyama. The cursed blaze that had consumed much of the city had grown to such massive proportions that it would cause the destruction of half of Fuyuki... except it wasn't the blaze that caused this widescale destruction. A shining comet, an entire world, crashed directly into the blaze, snuffing much of the flame out. What had followed was a mighty tempest that seemed to have healed the damage done to the land. It was these turn of events that had caused Miyama to be reclaimed by the wild...

... but that doesn't explain why that grove is here. Naturally, Miyama should have been nothing but flatland and rubble. Nature doesn't reclaim its land until weeks, even months later. No, it had to be the work of Magecraft. Especially because it had grown overnight, Rider assumed this was either the territory of a Caster, or at least a competent Master. Walking straight into enemy territory would be suicide, had Rider not be blessed with such a strong resistance to magic. Luckily, for him, dragons blood runs strongly through his veins.

Rider decided to stride forward, past the gates, despite the fact that he was entering into fresh enemy territory. It was because this territory was created after the two events of mass destruction that made Rider so interested in it, so keen in making his way in. The creator of this territory must know what had happened in Miyama, the night before, and could perhaps also give him an idea of who the culprits were. Taking a deep breath, Rider began to shout his declarations to whoever watched over this sacred grove.

[color=gold][b]"I am the Rider-class Servant of the Einzbern Master! I have come here in answer to your challenge, and I am willing to accept a bout on one condition! Should I best the Servant who guards this grove in combat, I shall be given information regarding the possible culprits of last night's blaze! I intend to fight with all I have, but I do not wish to spill any blood, if it is not necessary! I only wish for a information as well as a good fight! If my terms are accepted, then I request that the guardian of this sacred place to reveal themself. And if not..."[/b][/color]

... Steam exhaled from Rider's nose. He had intended to burn these wooded lands down if he were to be so unjustly ambushed.