[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/G70pU5v.png[/img] [color=a2d39c][h2]Carly-Beth[/h2][/color][i][h3]Za Boat, Harbor[/h3][/i][@MrCellophane][/center] 
Initially, she had been enjoying herself. Laughing at that Cersei Kabbalah or whatever his name was had been a great time.

...but then, she felt it. 

Not just her alone, but all of them. Each and every one of her masks shuddered as something appeared, and Strategist's words and actions a moment later only confirmed that much. 

[color=a2d39c]"Another giant war-ending threat, really? What a hassleeeee."[/color]

The words were whined out with a faux-exasperated tone, like someone who had been roped into a chore that they secretly enjoyed. Of course, beneath that, there was something else. With the previous issues, with the fire and the fantasy tree, they had been met with some amusement and an eye for opportunity.

This, though? 

Whatever this feeling in her gut was, it terrified her. Whatever had just formed in the city was something that outstripped every prior crisis by several orders of magnitude. 

[color=a2d39c]"Well, you know, I was going to take some time to run the usual quality checks, but I guess we'll have to do without. This feels like something we'll have to go all out for, huh? Strategist, coordinate with everyone the best you can. I'm leaving the broader planning up to you, that's your specialty. I'll coordinate the logistics for my crew."[/color]

Each of her masks floated beside her as she moved to stand beside her Servant, looking out towards Fuyuki and shrugging helplessly. 

[color=a2d39c]"Shaytanea, Raphiel, Ys. Get ready."[/color]

Her expression growing cold, three masks shifted forwards from the pack. 

The mask of the devil, born from cursed fire. 

The mask of the angel, born from a world tree.

The mask of the planet, born from a legend. 

[color=a2d39c]"Time to show the Toucans what a real fucking mask is."[/color]