[h1][center][b]Servant Strategist[/b][/center][/h1]
Silver smoke pools in the basement, an unbreachable fog that but for a moment carries with it the echoes of gunfire. The drumbeat of soldiers on the march. The cries of those who's lives were cut short, as a result of their actions and many others. A true pressure bears down upon Francesco's face for but a moment, the passing weight of the existence of a man who had carried the fate of entire nations and millions of lives upon his back.

The moment passes.

The fog stirs with the sound of a titanic inhalation, the remains of the summoning ritual flowing deeply into a corncob pipe. Even in the darkness, a pair of sunglasses flares as a hand comes up in salute.

"Servant Strategist, reporting for duty. I presume that you're my CO?"

A second chance has presented itself, this time with no scheming snake of a politician to stand in the way. Duty. Honor. Country.
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[@TehChron]

A smile grew on Francesco's face widening three times in response to three distinct sounds he knew well. [i]Ah, a military man, and a recent one going by the style of his uniform.[/i] [color=39b54a]"That I am, the name's Francesco Dimani and I'll be your partner for this War."[/color] With a gesture he made sure that the wards had not been distorted by the ritual, his other hand rising his pipe to his lips for a quick drag, then continued. [color=39b54a]"I have already begun the fortification of our base and I was planning on sending some familiars out as scouts while I did so, tho I am open to suggestions on your part, Strategist."[/color]
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The Servant doffs his cap, demeanor changing entirely to something casual as he removes his hat, "Reconnaissance is the first step, boss. Can't say that you've made a bad first impression going to an expert, but if we're going to do this we need to establish our credentials. As a Servant I'm not too great at frontal confrontations, and for that we'll need personnel." 

The Servants mind is flooded with information on the basics of Magecraft, and with that his eyes narrow, "Can't say that Familiars meet that requirement. How do you feel about taking a more personal approach to scouting?" Strategist follows this up with a grin, taking out his pipe and holding it towards the younger magus.

"I've got a good feeling we're missing out on something [i]great[/i]."
[quote=@Remon]
 [@TehChron] [@Lucker13]

[center][h2][b]Shinto Town - Copenhagen ------> Fruits of Ecstasy[/b][/h2][/center]


Hippomenes' nose perked up, a particular shift in the fruity smell he'd been following catching his attention.

[i]Dirt, sweat, various plants, metal and magic.[/i]

Hippomenes tensed briefly then he forcefully relaxed his muscles mentally preparing for a possible battle as the sources of the odor came into view. Their eyes met.
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[h1][center][b]Mehdi Al-Beliya'al[/b][/center][/h1]
[center][b]Fruits of Ecstasy[/b][/center]

Mehdi paused as the predators gaze focused upon him, a thrill of danger and anticipatory heat running up his spine as he turned a confident smirk towards what he could only assume to be a Servant. With a casual flick, he raised up the sad remains of his sheaf, a pair of half-price coupons, with the back of the waving hand bearing three crimson sigils, forming his Command Seals. A sphere carved into thirds, interposed with a single thread snaking around it, terminating at the top, where its flat end faced a triangular stem.

"Yo, handsome," Despite the distance, his red eyes never left the Servants, "Want a drink?"

With a thought, he told Gunner of the situation, and to prepare the bar for him to work.

[@remon] [@lucker13]