[center][h1][color=39b54a]Paula Dirac-The Irrational Mage[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2]War Grounds[/h2][/center]

[color=39b54a]"Ok, have fun with the broody Rider. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.~"[/color] She waved her servant off then turned back to the priest.

[color=39b54a]"Yeah sure no problem. I assume I am free to measure the arches as long as I don't leave a scratch, kay thanks bye."[/color]

She chased after Mifumi, her three large suitcases in tow. 

[color=39b54a]"Yah need any help? I was hoping I could show off my mystic codes."[/color]

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[center][h1][color=aba000]Imposter Hero[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2]War Grounds[/h2][/center]

Rider had been in spirit form for most of the journey. Just having met the priesthood his master said he could have free reign. He flared his nostrils at this. His master was assuming she had a say in the matter in the first place. The priest to him seemed friendly enough as was just trying to be as accommodating as he could without committing heresy on his part. Still, Rider had a natural suspicion towards holy men and those who regarded the power of any god above all else. In a way he kind of sympathised with the father, he was but a slave to an unseen divine force.

[color=aba000]"Very well, priest. I shall not defile a single inch of your holy site. However, I urge you to consider your shackles."[/color]  

[color=aba000][i]Master stop flirting with me, you're not my type.[/i][/color] Rider furrowed his brow. Modern lingo was...odd. 

His attention was drawn to the Archer from his age, the Chaste Bowwoman Atalanta. He was happy to see someone from his own time here. He had never met the archer in life, having died well before the Argonauts took the the seas, but the Throne of Heroes had granted him some knowledge within his 'canon'. He felt a certain kinship with the fellow beast slayer.

[color=aba000]"Very well, Feller of the Calydonian Boar. I shall accompany you."[/color] He took spirit form and followed Atalanta. He could have easily out-sped her, but decided that she was better to lead the way. Arriving at the tower, he took form directly below Atalanta in the pylon, casually leaning against the one of the support beams.

[color=aba000]"My master failed my test. I was trying to see if she wasn't 'loose-lipped'. She failed spectacularly. I would have preferred it if she mistook me for, eugh, [i]Perseus[/i]."[/color]

He remained silent for a bit before speaking again.

[color=aba000]"See anything, Chaste Huntress?"[/color]

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[@Parallel Hearts]