[h2][center]Jason Liu[/center][/h2]
Blood.

The smell of blood and burning gunpowder was seared into his memory, as was the girl who was splayed out across the floor of a small apartment living room. To the left, a tall man, wearing a black kimono and carefully training his rifle at the body, quietly stared at him. The dust in the room had yet to settle, and the magical energy seemed to hum for a moment before finally beginning to fade away.

"Wh-wha—?"

"You," the man finally said, lowering the weapon as he turned towards Jason. "We're leaving. Now."

"You just—I mean, but you—" Jason said, sputtering out a few words as the man calmly sheathed his weapon as the girl seemed to twitch. Almost as if that action, that near-unconscious motion, was enough to spur him into action, the man—no, the [i]Servant[/i]—picked up Jason and left the room in short order. It was as if there was no need for any sort of cleaning up, despite the distinct summoning circle laid out upon the linoleum floor.

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It had been four hours since then—four hours of moving alongside the Servant he had apparently summoned, and one who was responsible for the injury of one of his classmates. To say he was rattled by the situation would be an understatement, and though it felt as if his lungs were beating out of his chest, his head was filled with mixed emotions.

[i]"Why did he shoot Mary?
Why am I running away with him?
How did it even come to this?"[/i]

9 AM on a Saturday morning, and the young man was already at a loss for words. The subtle dread that he might die if he didn't follow the Servant's—[i]his[/i] Servant's directions—was outweighed ever so slightly by the fact that he had finally [i]succeeded[/i]. Though, well...

To be frank, given the current situation it wasn't particularly likely that this dream would last for long at all.

[h2][center]Alter Ego — Meltryllis[/center][/h2]
With her Master out of commission, Meltryllis took to sleeping on the couch instead of one of the guest bedrooms. It was an interesting experience, but given that she wasn't going to be an idiot and sleep next to the girl who was likely thrashing about in the room over, this would have to do. The sensation called 'sleep' might have been a bit more refreshing had she actually slept on a bed of some variety, but there would be a chance to do that in the future. Probably.

"Mmm... Well, the poison should be wearing off right about now. I wonder how that girl will respond... Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if she doesn't leave her room for the entire day," the Alter Ego remarked, kicking her legs up on top of one of the couch's armrests and crossing her arms. "I wouldn't mind; better than being driven around by that BB all day on some sort of errand..."

[@VitaVitaAR]

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[h3]Fusang University—Teacher Hall[/h3]
The night had ended for both Grey and Lord El-Melloi II without any further incident, though it went without saying that the latter had ended up being dragged back by Iskandar (who, as it turned out, didn't particularly mind trying to do something crazy once the stakes had been lowered as far as they had). Construction had begun that night, and while the Lord himself had been thrown (quite literally) into his bed before the Rider had made himself scarce, Grey was still quietly contemplating Hinami's words from the night prior.

When morning came, however, Iskandar was the first to arrive to their place of residence, at which point he promptly threw a half-asleep El-Melloi II into his chariot and rode off to wherever it was that Gilgamesh and the others were waiting. Grey, of course, was left bewildered all the same; the cup of tea in her hand and singular piece of toast on the table meant that she had expected this to some degree, but not to [i]this[/i] level of chaos.

[h2][center]Ruler — Sherlock Holmes[/center][/h2]
With a steady tapping of his cane onto the floor of their shared home, Holmes quietly read over the morning news from the comfort of his reclining chair. It was interesting, how technology had come so far a ways from the days he had been alive to bring even the luxuries of upholstery to the masses, but that was a lesser thought in his mind as he skimmed through the headlines.

"Hm... 'New underwater formation discovered near eastern coast of Fusang', or so it says," the Servant recited, glancing off to the side as he looked at his Master dealing with her own work before beginning to read through the rest of the article. After a few moments, the Ruler continued to speak, almost as if monologuing to Othis (who may or may not have been paying attention at all).

"To be frank, something seems off about this; even in a world such as ours—no, rather, [i]especially[/i] in a world like ours, the discovery of a new object of interest so close to our shores warrants a bit of curiosity on my behalf. This newspaper company is not so shallow so as to only report on minor scientific discoveries when the boundaries thereof are being tested every day—or so I would hope—so I may go and see if any vessels are planning to head towards that region later today. Would that be of interest to you as well, Miss Obberhausen?"

[@KoL]