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Northern Moor
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[color=00a99d]"It seems all the honorable servants are stuck with dishonorable masters, who chose to hide in their bases till the end of the war."[/color] Roland said, climbing up onto the massive creature his fellow servant had summoned. Climbing up the trunk, and being lifted higher, he took a seat next to the Rider, finding it rather comfortable. Shockingly, he had ridden an Elephant before. Long ago... When he was alive. Long ago. With Olivier. 

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[i]"So, this is India?" The speaker smiled, looking off into the distance of such a magnificent land that stretched before him. He looked to his right, and there Olivier was, sighing out loudly. 
"Roland, do I need to remind you that this isn't some holiday." Olivier seemed to drag Roland back down to earth, despite how he seemed so eager to be exploring. "Need I remind you exactly why we're here?"
"Of course not!" Roland declared, puffing up his chest, and looking away from Olivier. "Yes..." He hissed out, after the long silence of Olivier's judgemental stares.
"We're getting you an Oliphant Horn. Elephants are great for that kind of thing, or som-"
"We're going after a unicorn."
"A unico- Roland! Nobody can catch a Unicorn!" Olivier hissed, and nudged Roland right in the side. "I won't allow it. We'd spend years hunting, and nothing of value would come from it." 
"Well, I shall prove that it can be done." Roland clutched Durandal, and he was off, horse galloping into the fields of India, passing by herds of the mighty elephant. And Olivier following in annoyance. But what else could be done with a man like Roland? Such a person would refuse to live life by the rules of others. Maybe that was why god seemed so interested in making sure Olivier was there to keep him in line.[/i] 
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But while Roland's mind drifted back to India, and his triumph there, he snapped back just in time to the hunt. The hunt itself was rather... Interesting. Workshop. Workshop. Workshop. A school with cannons on it. A bunch of insects eating corpses. Roland didn't get involved, but for a moment Trieu could hear a prayer on his lips. But he had a mission, and burying all those bodies would be a meaningless venture. After all, they had been claimed by the Matous. 
[color=00a99d]"They did not deserve this."[/color] Roland said, his gaze drifting along the meaningless carnage. [color=00a99d]"But I cannot change that. Instead, I will make sure nothing else like it happens again."[/color] He said, and turned his eyes away from that tragic scene. The thudding hooves of the elephant filled the air, and they were gone. His master made aware of the tragedy at Fuyuki park. 

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[b][u]Western Farms[/u][/b]

But then... They found him. The Western farm districts, which was surprisingly nice this time of year. A large, empty stretch of road left them all exposed, but such things couldn't be helped. At the very least, it was a very pleasant location, and Roland could easily understand such a desire to simply, walk around and around. 

But neither Roland or Trieu were subtle servants, and the massive elephant they rode upon was the largest most obvious thing a servant could ride upon. [b]Thud Thud Thud.[/b] The elephant thumped down the street, and there was Roland sitting on the head of the regal beast, with a smile flashing from ear to ear. Looking as non-offensive as possible. 

[color=00a99d]"Well hello there, long time no see."[/color] Roland said, as the elephant began to walk alongside the green clothed servant. [color=00a99d]"You know, you're not an easy servant to find. Well, comparatively."[/color] 

Trieu smirked and began to slide her sword from it's sheath, the red blade shining as the metal glinted against the sun. [color=2e3192]"Understand even for such a thief as yourself, we don't intend to fight you, but if you do not give this man his sword, there will be blood"[/color] She sat behind Roland staring at jack. This rogue..sent shivers down her spine. He reminded her very much of a cowardly traitor in the ranks of Vietnamese soldiers.

[color=00a99d]"Please be more... civil..."[/color] Roland sighed out, and were this an anime, he would have had a sweatdrop. [color=00a99d]"But yes, please return my blade."[/color]

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