[hr] [centre][img]https://i.imgur.com/PkwvgoT.png[/img][/centre] [centre][h2]Hector[/h2][/centre] [centre][h3]Studio Apartment, Core District[/h3][/centre] [centre][@ManyThings][/centre] [hr] [b]"Ahaha"[/b]Hector let out a warm, heartfelt chuckle as he drew in closer to his master and met him in the proposed handshake, delivering it firmly to tell him that he had no intention of being anything other than a loyal servant. [b]"Servant and Master are fine by all means... Just forgive this old man if he forgets everyonce in a while eh son?... Well never mind to much about that Master."[/b] He scratched his chin thinking to himself that something wasn't quite right about that last part. But moving on. [b]"Ahhh yesss... Now that is definitely something this old man can tell you much about. You see it seems I have been summoned into the Lancer class, although that is not too important but that can be saved for later. My true name however... Well how do I put it. I am the eldest Prince of Troy, Hector of the Shining Helmet they called me in life. I hope this old man is up to your standards eh? That time surely was full of great heroes but in the end its me who was pulled towards you haha."[/b] He spoke lightheartedly with his master about himself but there was something a little more serious that he wanted to ask in return... [b]"Hey master, its alright if you don't know but by any chance do you people of the modern age know how that war turned out in the end? You see I had a message for my brother Paris but eh well... The nature of that message left things in a way where I wasn't alive to see if it ever got to him."[/b] That message of course was the weakness of the hero Achilles that he had engraved secretly on his own body before the end of their duel... If it had gotten to Paris perhaps everything was alright in the end. [i][b]That might be a bit much to ask for huh...[/b][/i] [hr] [centre][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8f/c0/8c/8fc08c25ce7c086c5d1f58edd87bd5eb.png[/img] [/centre] [centre][h2]Lucienne[/h2][/centre] [centre][h3]Residential District > ?[/h3][/centre] [centre][@1Charak2][/centre] [hr] [b]"Great! You are looking wonderful tonight Caster."[/b] she greeted her servant once more as she descended the stairs, delivering a polite bow to wrap all the pleasantries up in a neat bow. It might be considered rather odd for a master to treat a servant in such a manner but Lucienne couldn't help but feel that she was still the lesser of the two despite the terms of their contract. [i][b]Well an amicable impression surely can only be a good one in the end. But perhaps if I over do it my manners may be mistaken for a weak will.[/b][/i] That was something that the young master of Bordeaux had always fretted over. She was always concerned with pleasing the one who se was interacting with but perhaps it would feel better to be a rather stern person for once. [b][i]But perhaps that is best left for my craft and my enemies hmm?[/i][/b] With great courtesy she led the way out from the workshop that she had spent the day constructing and into the street. It was a quiet night in this part of Paris, it seemed that the neighbouring houses would be full of families relaxing, perhaps watching television or reading a book. But either way this street was oblivious with the strange pair that now took up one of the houses of this street. [b]"Well Caster... ahem... On second thought that might not be a good thing to say out loud. Will Marguerite do for now? As you are the guest here so to speak where would you like to go first? The Opéra Bastille could be a fun place although I am not sure what is showing there currently. Otherwise we could make a trip to another part of the city, perhaps one of the parks?[/b] Intentionally leaving the question open for whatever Caster may choose she spreads her arms out to stretch. Although she seemed to be rather relaxed she was not so naive to just be walking around sightseeing. As expected of a master it was more of an excuse to scout the city, to scope out their opponents if the chance occurred. She had no doubt that this was on Casters mind as well. Well at least she hoped it was.