[h2]Lancer[/h2]
“Ugh, why does this kind of thing have to happen with me?” Lancer complained just as they arrived back into their headquarters. The final moments of the cave battle somehow triggered the her Migraine, perhaps because of the influence of that black mud. Even though Elizabeth never touched it, as Antihero, she could feel the power humming from it, almost as it it were whispering dark truths on the pink-haired Lancer’s ears.

“What did I do to deserve this? Even when I’m trying to make up for everything, this… argh! I guess that I just need to be alone sometime,” Lancer grunted, clutching her head as she walked down the headquarters’ hallways, towards her room. Elizabeth could only hope that staff member would be unlucky enough to cross her path since the dragon girl didn’t know what she was capable of doing in this state.

Or better, it was the fact that she [i]knew[/i] what she could do that made Elizabeth sick.
[h2]Berserker[/h2]
The battle ended in a way that she wasn’t expecting. To say the truth, who would think that one of their allies would literally drop a cave on their heads just to take down an enemy? Perhaps, if it was Heracles doing it… but that girl was King of Knights. You’d expect that one of the most revered Heroic Spirits would be more considerate of her allies. Or maybe she was a leader of the same caliber as Jason. There was no way for Atalanta to know, nor any reason for her to care. As long as this so called mission would allow her to ensure that there would still be a tomorrow waiting for all children, she could tolerate even being roped in the same boat as that man once again.

The feral Berserker didn’t come out of her soliloquy until they reached what the others said to be their headquarters. “So, this the place where you assemble thy forces, huh? It looks sterile to the point of feeling unnatural,” Atalanta said to no one in particular, before turning around to address the blonde, short stacked Caster. “I still have questions about what you meant when we first met. If thou art not busy I would appreciate an explanation, while you show me how this facility is organized,” she said in her own archaic way of speech that didn’t feel like it belonged to a member of the Berserker Class at all.
[h2]Eleonor Evangeline[/h2]
“I’m sorry about that. The thing is that since so many Enforcers behave like that, some of us end up generalizing it without thinking,” Eleonor said, offering a smile as an apology, while shaking Keisuke’s hand. “I hope that we can—” before she could say anything else, a small, girly-looking being pretty much wedged herself between the them and began to spout her virtues, or perhaps — given her mannerisms — was she trying to woo Eleonor? Whatever was the answer, the mage couldn’t help but smiling back at the smallish Casters, especially when the alternative was chuckling which probably isn’t the wisest choice in this situation.

“There there, aren’t you a good Caster?” Eleonor said, patting Caster on the head. “Of course I’ve seen most of what happened from the Command Center. All of you worked very hard, so I guess that you deserve a reward. What do you say about this...” she said while still patting Caster’s head. With her free hand, Eleonor conjured a crimson rose, as read as her own hair, and knelt down, offering it to the smallish sorceress. “Is it a gift worth of a great seductress such as yourself?” she asked as a coy smile graced her lips.