[@SSW] [img]https://i.imgur.com/pKkgBp9.png[/img] [center][h1][u][b]Château de Vincennes[/b][/u][/h1][/center] The hands that had been covered with dirt were now pristine, washed and covered by gloves of pure white. His steps resonated through the no longer empty halls of the castle Vincennes. The sun set and so too did the busy work of preparing the land and territory. The armory on his back felt heavier than ever as he walked into the room that was the center of the once former royal dwelling. A plain magical circle was painted on the ground from earlier, and it was to that circle that he would conduct the first and foremost ritual. So simple and yet so important to this war. [color=6ecff6]“Hey, Noon.”[/color] Slowly he removed the blades from his back and then placed them, thrusting them into the ground, burying them into the floor and setting them as part of the circle. Then finally he placed the sheath at the middle. [color=6ecff6]“Heeey, Noon.”[/color] This would be his catalyst. The blades bearing the name of knights, the sheath that represented their home and gathering spot. [color=6ecff6]“Noooooon, you know you don’t have to go all out for something like this right? You’ve already got the circle, just say the stuff and let’s get going!”[/color] He finally turned to the source of the voice. A young looking girl, someone who one would place to be in her mid teens by sight alone. Compared to the magus who walked with a dignified air and discipline she was rambunctious and bouncing all over, her excitement clearly that of the kind that showed she was looking forward to things to come. [color=f7941d]“The ritual isn’t important from the viewpoint of casting the spell. But it’s important to be proper just in case to make sure nothing goes wrong… Even more important than that we need to show a good job and give a good impression to a hero. What would the Knights think of a magus who treats summoning someone like them so lightly?”[/color] [color=6ecff6]“Mhmm. I guess you’re right… but come on, we’ve been working all day you know? I’m sure the servant would understand! It took almost as long to clean up as actually doing the work too… It’s Paris… Paris! We need to go try out all the coffee shops, the restaurants, the bakeries. Oh and of course we need to get new clothes, we need to go to the towers and there’s the m-”[/color] The girl kept on talking, even as she danced into the circle. Fingers brushed the pommels of swords, the shafts of spears, the handles of other assorted arms. Her feet brushed over the still wet lines of the circle, yet left no trace of her steps. An unbelievably light existence, an unbelievably delicate existence so at odds with her overwhelming energy and childishness. Then she stumbled. [color=6ecff6]“Awah!”[/color] Her foot dragged and smeared the red stain on the ground. Looking between it and the young man chosen to be a master in the upcoming ritual, she was silent for a time before coyly raising a palm to her face to cover a sly smile. [color=6ecff6]“Woops~”[/color] the insincere word came with a hop away from the circle. But when he looked at the circle… he noticed that it was in fact made complete by her touch. [color=f26522]“Working even now, huh? I thought you said that I made you help out even more you’d make the faeries go on strike?”[/color] [color=6ecff6]“Fuuh, I’m getting antsy. Summon your servant already! Maybe it’ll be a pretty girl. I heard that Sir Tristain was actually a woman all along. Or was that Lancelot? Anyway I’m pretty sure one of the Round Knights was one. If it’s a man I’ll take him if he’s a hunk.”[/color] Watching him the impression might have been that the man was filtering out everything she was saying, but even as he got down on his knees and did a few small adjustments his ears took in every word, until finally he called out to her to interrupt it. [color=f7941d]“Elaine, it’s ready.”[/color] [color=6ecff6]“Ok, ok.”[/color] The idea that they would fail to call upon one of the knights wasn’t even a consideration. Their conversation that was built on the premise of not if, but rather who was just a sign of that. But.. [color=6ecff6]“But you know Noon, your master could’ve been less stingy. They didn’t give us anything much. Not a single mystic code, not a single attendant, not a single bit of extra information or even help cleaning this place up. He didn’t even give us a catalyst. Just plane tickets and off you go! Just me and you.”[/color] [color=f7941d]“It’s fine. They need to tie down some of the others that have their eyes on Paris. If any of the others were to devote their full resources this war would soon become an all out battle between our side and theirs. Besides it’s a sign of trust isn’t it? My lord isn’t foolish enough to send me like this if it wasn’t enough.”[/color] [color=6ecff6]“You’re always so trusting aren’t you? Well that’s how you’re suppose to be I guess. Anyway let’s see what comes out.”[/color] A star descended. A sword claimed. [color=6ecff6]“Oh, he’s hot! Definitely my type.”[/color] And those were the first words that the servant would hear in his return to the world. [h1][u][b]Latin District: Eastern Outskirts.[/b][/u][/h1] [color=6ecff6]“Mmhmm. It’s ok at night but I definitely want to walk around during the day.”[/color] [color=f26522]“Well let’s figure out where we want to come back to. We shouldn’t eat anything big in case another servant attacks us but why don’t we get something to bring back? We didn’t have the time to cook today after all.”[/color] At that Noon looks over at Ywain with a slightly sheepish expression that looked sorry. [color=f26522]“It’s not really something that can be excused, but we haven’t even finished work on the territory even spending most of the day. So I wasn’t able to cook a welcome feast for you. Maybe tomorrow that could be managed, Saber? But for now is there anywhere you think we should go or get in particular for work or fun?”[/color] [color=6ecff6]“Fun, fun! There’s always tomorrow for killing!” [/color]Chirped up the girl. [color=6ecff6]“Well, not that you have to kill. But you know they would be happen if we just so happened to get rid of someone who might belong to the other factions…”[/color] [color=f26522] “I’ll act accordingly, Elaine.”[/color] His reply was curt, slightly tense as he brushed the side of his sheathed weapons with his a hand. [color=6ecff6]“Still a bit soft even after growing up, mm? Well that’s fine too Noon. But mhm, that’s true. I haven’t gotten to visit Paris, but neither has Saber has he? I’ll give him 30% of my sight-seeing vote rights. You get to have 10%, Noon.” [/color] [color=f26522]“That’s definitely unfair.”[/color] [color=6ecff6]“Lady’s privilege. You’re a knight aren’t you?”[/color] [color=f7941d]“That’s definitely not how it works!”[/color] The city of Paris was now home to a bloody hidden conflict. But where those two walked, dragging the knight of the Lion with them, there was laughter like any other day of a cheery life.