[center][h1][color=tomato]Zoe Helena Alexandris[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][h3][i]Far Edge of the District, Commerce District[/i][/h3][/center]

The heroine suddenly screeched to a halt, as a message echoed within her mind! But what would she do after such an alarming missive? The clash between the whirlwind of destiny, against the reining in of valorous reason, burned within her! Though at least that toast had been tasty along the way. Yet in the end, was she to not come and see the-? 

...-wait, so he wasn't? WHAT?! Some faker was waltzing about as...as HIM?! That certainly helped narrow things down a bit, at least, and yet something within her seemed to drop into her stomach like a lead weight. It was a strange feelings, and not one she enjoyed. Yet there was reason otherwise in her [s]servant's[/s] teacher's message. Yes. Now was not the time...

[color=tomato][i]'I-I...I'm heading b-back, t-teacher...'[/i][/color]

Or perhaps she was just utterly disappointed that she couldn't challenge the great Heracles to a rap battle. 

Either way, the heroine determined to backtrack to where she'd been before! As such, it was time to move like a divine wind, blowing across the city once more to save it from destruction and danger! Yes. She totally wasn't running back and eating the rest of her food along the way, trying to choke back the sadness or anything. Nope. She would get to her practice, however, which was at least something to do for now. Teacher would communicate back with her once things were done, at least, to tell her what went on and the ilk. Or so she hoped.  

[center][h3]Moving (back) to: Shinto Town[/h3][/center]

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[center][h1][color=salmon] Berserker (Yamato Takeru)[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][h3][i]Commerce District, The Totally-Hercules Power Hour Performance[sup]TM[/sup][/i][/h3][/center]

...Why. Why was she watching a gaggle of idiots putting on a performance? For a second she had to remember that she wasn't watching a kabuki play, not that those existed in her day and age anywho, rubbing her eyes for a moment to get her senses back. Much her wondered if she doomed to be surrounded by total fools, and if her temper would survive even the first night before she ended up cutting someone's head off in her fury. One was an idiot boasting to be the famous Greek hero, after having a yoyo match with a child of all things, which was to her either a sign of an idiot heroic spirit or perhaps this guy being some mentally-challenged cosplayer of a servant. Because he was a servant, that much was not up for debate. Further, even many masters and servants seemed to have been drawn here into the orbit of this...what could she call it? A bottomless pit of endless stupidity, pulling in all it can? A black hole of asshole-ery, crushing all common sense in proximity to it? 

Perhaps she was being overdramatic, but Yamato's mood and current frustrations weren't helping her one bit in this situation. Between the angsty master, his servant who seemed to be of a better mindset at least, and Mr. Yoyo-Tricks, her blood pressure would have been through the roof if she were a normal human being. Though after her master stepped in, attempting to add "mood" to the scene in her eyes, which even Mr. Yoyo seemed to glance at like a nuisance...or something. Letting out a perturbed huff, Yamato walked over to her master before grabbing him by the ear. 

The Berserker used just enough force to cause some distinct but not terrible pain, pulling back a little to yank the man away from the action before looking to the Yoyo Servant and the servant of the 'edgy mask master' (as she had determined to think of him). Her face was a mix of frustration and raw exasperation, however-

[color=salmon]"...Please don't indulge him, he's impressionable. And a complete idiot. Apologies for letting him get off of the leash here."[/color]

Yamato spoke to the other two servants in a polite yet audibly very forced tone, one which easily betrayed a sense of underlying anger of some kind...albeit not directed at the two of them. She then turned her attention back to her master, walking away as she kept her vicegrip-like hold on his left ear. As Yamato moved back through the crowd, however, her voice could be clearly heard shouting aloud...a tiny bit of her anger erupting into a small tirade. 

[color=salmon]"I am dragging your ass back, and don't even think of another stupid-ass stunt on the way! You try it, or even so much as [b]think[/b] about trying it, and I will knock your ass unconscious!"[/color] 

To be a Berserker was suffering. 

[center][h3]Moving to: Miyama Town, ???[/h3][/center]