[h2][center]Astrid Kim[/center][/h2]
"Mmm, well... In a world of peace, it's hard to find any real heroes. With all this fancy medical technology and the like, it's hard to even get close to someone for that purpose," Mist responded, a half-joking shrug matching her weak smile. "But yes, it's been... Difficult at times, to say the least. If anything, though, it's nice to have company. My daughter should be able to find someone there to fulfill our duty. Or, well, so I'd hope. On second thought, it'd be quite difficult to find heroes among modern magi, now that I think about it. Their methods are a bit far from heroic."

At this tangent, Astrid sighed and shook her head. It was a bit late for her mother to regret her choice is pushing her off now, but since she was already present, there wasn't much of a reason to not try her hardest. Any less might mean her death, after all... Or, well, so she had heard. Lancer's reaction, however, was enough of a clue for Astrid herself to pick up on.

"In any case, mother, I think that's enough for the moment?" the half-valkyrie asked, to which her mother responded with a light nod.

"Oh, certainly. Please, do be safe in your adventures over in America, my daughter. Elder Sister, may the Allfather's blessings be upon you."

With their farewells done, the call shut off, and Astrid quietly put her laptop away before turning towards Brynhildr.

"Well, I admit my actions were rather spur of the moment, but that seemed to have placated her for the moment. Now, if we work off of your suggestion to avoid the Church, then we can simply go and purchase you a few outfits. How does that sound, Lancer?"

[@KoL]

[h2][center]Archer[/center][/h2]
"Impatience will only get us killed sooner, dear Master," Archer remarked in turn, retrieving the newspaper as his Master ordered before promptly taking a seat at the table as well. Despite how one might have expected their relationship to play out, the two old men were on fairly even terms. Neither asked the unreasonable from the other, and as far as the Servant could tell, he would have free reign to work as he pleased.

If it couldn't be called 'ideal', especially given the lack of a certain [i]detective[/i], then he didn't know what could.

Thumbing through the paper as he casually sipped at his drink, Archer quietly glanced at the preparations that Thomas was preparing. Magecraft was still something he preferred to divorce himself from if possible, but at this point that was more or less impossible.

"Mmm... Seems like no odd occurrences in the paper yet," he finally said, handing the paper over to his Master. "Shall I go see if last night's investigations have borne any fruit?"

[@King Cosmos]