[h2]Honda Ami[/h2]

Most Masters would probably not be sat on a park bench when the war was due to start, wondering about where they were going to spend the night--or more likely the day, if Assassin was correct. But here Ami was, having only barely managed to get onto a flight and to Redrock and now giving the convenience store sushi she'd found (it was at least [i]somewhat[/i] familiar) a frown. This small package represented the last of the money she'd managed to bring here...

At least there were no awkward stares going to her uniform now, like there had been earlier in the day. It wasn't that she'd forgotten about it standing out in another country so much as... not had chance to go home and change. Clothes that didn't stand out represented another use of money that she didn't have.

"What do you think we should do, Assassin...?"

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[h2]"Caster"[/h2]

Whilst one Master pondered how to buy clothes, one of the war's Servants was busy rifling through a costume shop for a hat. She knew it was here somewhere; this had played out the exact same way every time before. Ah, there it was, somewhat obscured by a magician's top hat... and with that, her witch look was complete. 

Now to just wait for the tell-tale pull of her Master's summon. Another thing that only varied by a matter of seconds at this stage in the war...