[center][h1][color=Red]Oda Nobunaga[/color][/h1][/center]
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Walking in a casual jacket and T-shirt combination, a dark haired girl that could be your girl next door was walking down the high street, a hat that reminisced the feudal era was planted firmly on her head accompined by a pair of headphones that were playing a loop track of as much rock music as she could find.. Of course the way she was acting wasn't really telling of the warlord she actually was considering she was clutching her head after an onset of brain freeze from eating too much ice cream which she had brought from a stall set up by a master-servant pair.

Still, disregarding that. She could honestly say she was happy, There wasn't a war going on for her to have to fight in, and she was quite bemused by the presence of so many servants. Perhaps then the only downside for her currently was the lack of her family and close friends. Her brother, her niece. Okita... Well, it seemed that she couldn't have everything, but that was to be expected.

Staring at one of the TV's in a window shop her lips curled into a smile at the sight. As she saw the two servants dance back and forth. True, she admired peace time but given whom she was... A little fighting was pretty fun to enjoy too and she watched as sword met sword, NP clashed against NP. It was thrilling to see the underdog prevail and Nobunaga was pressed up against the glass watching. Seeming intent on concentrating on it regardless of the few other stragglers trying to see. [color=red]"Good on you Sigurd!"[/color] She'd cry out as the Saber class servant would win in such a spectacular fashion. Such a cry would get her a few glances and a few more sighs of annoyance but a person acting eccentric in the streets was bound to be expected on an island of servants.

Happy at bearing witness to such a fight through one of the greatest inventions of the modern era. Nobunaga continued her trek onward, red-eyes fixated on her destination. The dreaded convenience store where people were forced to wait in line and she wasn't allowed to pillage, frisking her pockets for the spare change her master had given her, she'd step inside. Walk straight through the crowd of servants that were talking and head with a straight beeline towards the sweet aisle with a [color=red]"Excuse me."[/color] and a [color=red]"Apologies"[/color] The change gifted to her, jiggling in her pocket all the while with a soft noise. Coincidentally was quite close to the crowd, and if one would happen to look, one would see Nobu making one of the hardest choices of her life.

Bourbons or Chocolate...