[color=turquoise][h1][center] Talia Heigen-Schwertz [/center][/h1][/color]
[h2][center] Foreigner's District, Fuyuki City [/center][/h2]
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Talia nodded regally, a small smile of pride sitting upon her face.

[color=turquoise]"Indeed, it would only be proper that we face our adversaries in person. It was the same for you was it not? To cowardly attack from the shadows without giving a name at the very least is most rude.

"Besides, even if they were to refuse, well, even sins can be turned into leverage. Even if we were to be turned away at the door from every abode we come across, fear not. Everything will fall into place."[/color]

Turning around with a flourish, the diminutive magus followed along the sidewalk to the spacious western mansion over the crest of the hill. Whilst doing so, a shadow fell across her face, seemingly changing her demeanor entirely. An aura of seriousness filled the space between Master and Servant as she began speaking.

"However Rider, I must tell you that though I am bold, I am not entirely senseless. Let us not forget that currently, we are in a battlefield. We walk straight to an opponent's lair. So please, be a dear and stay in-between me and whatever threats may come to be won't you?"

Silence filled the rest of the walk. Only stopping in front of the gates of the Matou manor.

"I believe this is far enough. I have no doubt we are already expected by the current occupants of this place, all we must do is wait."

[@Aoko Aozaki] [@Kyoka]
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[color=gold][h1][center] Gunnar Hámundarson [/center][/h1][/color]
[h2][center] Living Room, Abandoned House, Western Farms [/center][/h2]
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Light coalesced together, taking shape of a man.

Adorned in shining armor, armed with gleaming blade and smile. Truly, that which appeared was an existence that could only be called a 'hero'. His body was but a vessel of great deeds.

The call was heard. 

And here he was, ready to answer

Unbidden words came into his mind, a greeting, and an affirmation of their partnership. Lancer mulled over it within his mind, digesting it, picking it apart.

It would do. With some changes.

"Servant Lancer, I have heard your call."

Standing tall, an ethereal wind blowing his cape, as a calming smile stretched across his face.

"Don't worry about a thing, I'll be your hero!"

[@Phonic]