[h2][center]Emiya Shirou[/center][/h2]
The summoning of his Servant had gone without a hitch, or so it had seemed; the arrival of a man clad in blue tights and wielding a crimson spear showed as much. Shirou himself wasn't quite sure what to make of his Servant, though; he had only heard passing remarks about who the Lancer actually was, and even the name failed to ring any bells. The rest of his family seemed to be quite pleased with the turn of events regardless, though, which meant that the red-haired boy [i]probably[/i] had no reason to really argue about the outcome.

The family's next destination, it seemed, was the Tohsaka manor. Lancer, it seemed, had opted to patrol the city instead of meeting with everyone else. The choice of action seemed reasonable to Shirou, at least, but there was still a part of him that wanted to make sure that Illya had another layer of protection from attacks.

Just in case.

The other Masters and Servants present at the locale gave the young man mixed feelings even so, though; while the boisterous bearded man was about par for what he had expected from a man who had conquered a great deal of land in the past, the little girl hiding next to a nun was about the farthest thing he had expected to see for anything dubbed a "Heroic Spirit".

"...Hey, mom, dad, sis..." he began to say, eyes flicking back and forth between his family and the girl. "Are you sure that the little girl over there is someone able to match... Well, that?"

'That', of course, was the man who was taking up half the room with sheer presence alone. It wasn't like they would fight one another, of course, but it was hard to imagine that a petite child who was shying away from everyone else present was in the same category as every other Servant he had seen thus far.

[h2][center]Caster of Black[/center][/h2]
There was a bit of an awkward silence as Caster followed behind her Master, unsure of how to respond. She could tell, at the very least, that Othianne was trying to calm her mind; it wasn't exactly working perfectly, mind you, but the fact that they were both under similar circumstances came across fine as it was.

Once they entered the room, the Duchess simply curtsied towards the young lady who was present and waiting before taking a seat next to her Master. This was the sort of person she tended to stay away from the most, or at least one of them; haughty, conceited, and egotistical. The other, though...

"...Ugh."

The verbal intonation of disgust slipped past her lips as she watched the group's Assassin, the thuggish man that he was, walk into the room and challenge Saber to a match. No, the head of the household here was a thousand—no, [i]ten thousand[/i] times better than this murderer. Viy seemed to act accordingly with Anastasia's emotions, growing in size and casting a shadow over the Caster as it wrapped over her, almost as if in a hug from behind.

"Master, if there is anything that I must have known right now, it is that the vagrant in front of us is someone who I will wholly object to ever cooperating with in any way, shape, or form. He is the sort of man who I could never tolerate even being near, much less work with," she said quietly, glaring daggers at Izou as he spoke. She wouldn't attack, of course, as that would likely bring ruin upon themselves just as well, but even so...