[h2][center]Astrid Kim[/center][/h2]
At the mention of the name Brynhildr and the Servant materializing in front of the camera, both Astrid and her mother freaked out, if only for a moment. Though Astrid herself was more shocked about how brazen the Lancer was (and the revelation of her name, which she hadn't [i]actually[/i] been told of up until now), her mother seemed to be frozen stiff.

"B-Brynhildr? Elder sister?!" she asked, practically screaming into the microphone before Astrid's frantic gesturing towards her in an attempt to get her to calm down finally registered. "A-ahem. My apologies. It has been a while, elder sister. Though it may be a bit troublesome, I do hope you will take care of my daughter."

With that awkward moment past them, Astrid let a nervous smile slip on her face as she turned towards Brynhildr.

[i]"Well, as you can probably tell by now, my mother, Mist... Was one of the last remaining valkyries wandering the Earth after the rest had left. Or so she's said; it's not like I've ever been part of a family reunion to see the others."[/i]

"B-but in any case, elder sister... How are you liking America? Though I'd much prefer to take care of you in my daughter's stead over here in Korea, you two have a job to do over there, right? You should visit us once you're done over there, actually!" Mist continued, a smile on her face unlike any other Astrid had seen.

"Mother, this is the first time I've ever seen you smile like that," Astrid said with a slight smirk on her face.

"Well, of course! It's been [i]ages[/i] since I've seen Elder Sister, after all! Wouldn't you be happy to see someone you haven't seen for so long, too?"

[@KoL]

[h2][center]Archer[/center][/h2]
Once the old man in the next room over got out of bed, Archer, though still wishing to savor the lingering feeling of sleepiness, pulled himself out of bed and changed back into his usual outfit. The day was still young, which meant it was the time for more civilian joys. Fighting could be left to the cover of night, where all manner of things was best done with a modicum of secrecy.

"Ah, Master," he said, walking out to find that a pot of tea was already being prepared. "Last night went far smoother than I had expected it to. No interference from the other Servants or their Masters made my job far easier; we should be seeing the results of our money in a few days' time at the absolute worst; should they, well... [i]Disappear[/i] from the web I have weaved, their peers should give us the information we need to track down the culprit. If the others stand out, then it should be a simple matter of eliminating them once we have learned of their patterns and mannerisms. Ah, would you pour me a cup, too?"

As things were now, he was simply playing the waiting game. It would be incredibly difficult for anyone to mistake him for anything more than an old man, after all, and playing the role would make it all the easier to toy with his enemies should they fall for it.

Simple.

[@King Cosmos]