[center][h2][b][color=darkred]A Chance Encounter
Bois de Boulogne
Dusk - Night 2[/color][/b][/h2]
[@Seirei No Hai][@Reflection][@GreenGoat][/center]

The Servant unmasked with a flourish, revealing himself to be a tall and lanky man with very lackluster presence. She shouldn't judge of course, but she expected other legendary heroes to be much more... serious, than this man was. Her hand gripped her kunai tightly as he approached, her grip growing tighter as he just started trying to flirt with the two of them. Nobunaga in particular, which was more than enough to annoy her as she moved closer to her honorable ancestor. While she did not say anything, knowing it was not her place to fight Lord Nobunaga's battles for her, she still gave off an intimidating presence as she glared at the servant identified only as Yojimbo.

[color=00aeef]"NOBUKARA! Is that you!?"[/color] Nobukara opened her mouth to respond, only to be cut off as Chieko immediately moved up to Lord Nobunaga and began rambling. [color=00aeef]"WOW! It is you? It's really been a while. And to think last time I saw you I thought you were gonna be a hopeless A cup forever. And here you are, with least a B-cup. Wow, I guess dreams really do come true, huh!?"[/color] Her face flushed red, she had not been expecting Chieko to act quite like this considering her attitude the last time they had met. And then she groped Lord Nobunaga's breasts. [color=00aeef]"Wow, and they're really comfy!"[/color]

Nobukara sputtered as she tried to form words, her brain fried as she watched her friend(?) squeeze Lord Nobunaga's bountiful bosom with both hands, her fingers overflowing with... with... [color=darkred][b]"C-Chieko-san... you're squeezing... onee-sama's..."[/b][/color] Her nose bled as forbidden thoughts flashed through her mind, each one lewder than the last as she desperately tried to regain control of the situation.

[color=00aeef]"But what's with your servant? I thought you were related to some big shot warlord who was really cool? Why didn't you like cut a finger and use your bloodline as a catalyst to summon them? And what's with the limp? Did she get hurt already? I know Saber may look like a boarish man with terrible taste, but he knows how to dress a splint."[/color] A moment passed before comprehension finally dawned on Chieko's face, followed shortly after by horror as she realized what she had done. Profuse apologies followed, accompanied by a bow hard enough to slightly blow her hair back as Nobukara stared at the idiot in front of her. Perhaps this was a bad idea in the end.

[color=darkred][b]"Chieko-san, why are you here? I'm sure you're aware, but this is a Holy Grail War. There is a very good chance you could die should you misstep. As a shinobi I walk with death every day, but you... you don't have to be here you know."[/b][/color] Nobukara stared at Chieko very seriously, attempting to probe her and find out just how serious she was about this Holy Grail War. She didn't expect an answer right away, so she quickly moved on to her next topic. [color=darkred][b]"Regardless of your reasons, it's rather fortunate we've met once again. As you can ascertain from my limp, I made an unfortunate mistake last night that led to my injury. Originally I had believed onee-sama and I to be strong enough by ourselves to win this war, but I'm afraid my injury has made things much harder."[/b][/color] She crossed her arms behind her back as she looked at Yojimbo, then Chieko once more. [color=darkred][b]"I don't know what you're fighting for here, but it would be in our common interests to ally. Two is better than one and four is most certainly better than two."[/b][/color]

Then Lord Nobunaga chimed in once again, finally having recovered from that... experience. [color=ed1c24]"Bold of you Shrine Maiden."[/color] Nobukara paled as she slowly turned towards her, face contorted in a strange mix of horror and something else as she stared at her not so honorable ancestor. [color=ed1c24]"I'll accept your apology for now, however... the next time you do this. There will be no remorse and I will have to do a different kind of conquering.[/color] Her face went from pale to red as a tomato, her soul almost visibly escaping her body as Nobunaga struck the finishing blow. 

[color=ed1c24][i][b]"If you catch my drift."[/b][/i][/color]

[color=darkred][i][b]'Why can't that be me?'[/b][/i][/color]