[h3][b][u]Assassin[/u][/b][/h3]
[b]Servant of Alexa Cellesis Jupteria[/b]
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Assassin was silent as his master questioned just how she'd summoned an assassin. Odds were he might have been the last to be summoned, or maybe she just didn't have the personality for a knight of the sword. In truth, one of his side classes was that of Saber, and Archer. Though there was a preference for a class tied more to his actions as a ninja. Something he was more famous for, and could rely on more frequently. Or perhaps he did qualify for a lancer too? There was a time he tried to impale somebody through the floorboards with a spear. That could qualify, even if he preferred to forget such an incident. 

[color=8882be]"Perhaps it is best those coins were there."[/color] He said, as if that made everything better. [color=8882be]"The sword is not nearly as old as it looks. The handle and cloth is period appropriate, but..."[/color] He took the sword, and pulled it easily from the sheathe. [color=8882be]"This is clearly forged using modern tools, rather than the traditional methods. A forgery for the naked eye, but something that was never used by a real warrior. As a catalyst, it's nearly useless in summoning any specific servant."[/color]

[color=8882be]"But, forgive me for speaking out of turn."[/color] He said, lowering his head a little. [color=8882be]"I promise, that despite my shady reputation, I am more than a mere ninja with a talent for murder. I am more than worthy of fighting any foe you seek to battle. Even if my methods are... Rather scandalous to a degree. My results are nothing to scoff at."[/color]

With that said, he eventually stood, towering over his master. Only then could she finally see his face. He was... Shockingly beautiful. In a stoic kind of way. As if his moody angst was the inspiration for every anime character ever. And he probably was. 

Then, she gave him a name. It wasn't he one he was known by... But he didn't see a reason it shouldn't be. [color=8882be]"Emon... That is a good name. I don't see why it shouldn't be my name."[/color] He brushed a finger against his chin, as if pondering it just a bit more. [color=8882be]"Very well, I Emon shall leave soon to start scouting. with luck, I shall have all the other masters found by morning."[/color]

[h3][b][u]Vladimir Moroz[/u][/b][/h3]
[b]And his Snow Doll
- Bunkyō Ward[/b]
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Impressive. No, that was too simple a word. So many things could be impressive. This was EXTRAVAGANT! A true spectacle of power merely in presence alone! And not subtle at all. That was probably the only complaint Vladimir could decide upon, as he tended to work in subtle, rather than flamboyant abandonment. But, he could work with this in some way, he was sure of it. Might be a bit of an upward struggle with conflicting methods, but...

[color=6ecff6]"Ah, I am truly blessed!"[/color] Vladimir said, as if the destruction of a small portion of his workshop was acceptable if it meant he could take on a servant like this. One of only eight, and that alone added to the tension. Had he summoned the greatest hero in all the lands, or had he summoned the weakest of the bunch. Considering this was Ilya Muromets, it seemed it might be the former. [color=6ecff6]"With you leading my charge, I have the strength of my homeland right her in Tokyo! I'd brag about my summon, but that just seems like a bad idea."[/color] 

He took a step back, and bowed back to his servant. [color=6ecff6]"Well, Ilya, I am Vladimir Moroz. Latest in the line of the Moroz family, descended from the great Ded Moroz. I hope I can manage to live up to the reputation my family must have had, even in your time."[/color] Rising though, he looked at the damage, and nodded. [color=6ecff6]"There is no need for you to do such, you have a war to prepare for. My assistant is more than equipped for such labors." [/color]

As if that was a cue, the pale woman nodded, and began to pick up the papers. Slowly... Realizing that might look bad, there was a slight spark of Vladimir's magical circuits, and the girl reacted positively. So positively... That she seemed to speed through the room. Her limbs stretching out, and her legs becoming a blur of motion. As if she was a liquid, merely slipping through the air and catching on the breeze. Within a second, all the broken beakers can been disposed off, and the papers returned in proper order. That should impress, maybe. 

[color=6ecff6]"Oh yes, I haven't introduced her yet. Ilya, meet Snegurochka. Snegurochka, meet Ilya. I hope you two get along well together."[/color]