[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vxNmft6.png[/img][hr][h1][color=9e0b0f]Crashed Plane, Foreign District[/color][/h1][hr][/center]
The girl couldn't help but stare at her Master for a moment longer than was respectfully necessary, her bow dematerializing from her hands as she lifted both hands to rub at her temples in concern. She could feel the headaches beginning but she refused to let it take hold.

[center][i]I told him that wasn't Santa, right? He knows this fictional being named Santa Claus to his understanding...isn't real, right?? My Master can't possibly be this out of touch with reality, RIGHT???

Ugh. A hero, Hou Yi. A hero.[/i][/center]
With a quick huff, the Archer hopped from the roof, rolling onto her shoulder and popping back up immediately into a run and taking off for the woods. Before she ran off, she slowed her pace and called out to her carefree Master who was retreating into the house.

[color=ed1c24]"I expect at least 3 strawberry tacos when I return!"[/color]

Turning to face forward, Hou Yi took off for the plane crash, prepared to eradicate this [s]Servant[/s] Santa Claus from the war so that she could return home to a hefty plate of Ron's waffle tacos. For as troublesome as the boy was, his unique take on cuisine was rather enjoyable for the Archer to partake in.

Breaking through the last couple of trees that stood in her way, Hou Yi hopped into the clearing created by the wrecked red plane only to have to skid to an immediate stop. She had definitely sensed the presence of a Servant and had assumed the Master was in the plane with them, but the male before her was not the aviator she had laid eyes on earlier. Instead, she found a pink haired...boy? Girl? Definitely girl. 

Holding her right arm just behind her body, her magnificent bow appeared once more. She held her position, the golden eyes of the young girl trained on the Servant before her. From her thigh high socks, to her pleated skirt, to her oddly maid-ish looking outfit to her...bunny ears?

[center][i]Oh gods above...Master is going to have a field day with this.[/i][/center]
As she listened in on the bunny maid's fretting erratic statements, she came to quite the worrisome realization. This pink girl even thinks like Master. Quickly, very quickly, Hou Yi should remove this problematic presence from her sight. Though...seeing the Servant act so similarly to Ron's behaviors made her hesitate in lifting her bow before herself.

[center][i]I can't believe such a silly thing is making me pause, but...[/i][/center]
With a sigh, she stepped forward and cleared her throat soon after.

[color=ed1c24]"Ma'am, the person who died here was not Santa, that is not a sleigh, and you are not the new Santa either."[/color][hr][sub][@Cu Chulainn][@SSW][/sub]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/6z4TndT.png[/img][hr][h1][color=00aeef]Penthouse, Foreign District, 10:10 pm[/color][/h1][hr][/center]
As soon as the first signs of her call being answered began, Chris simultaneously started bouncing on her heels in anticipation. Her short bobbed haircut bobbled with each rebound, the girl's blue eyes lit up with her unwavering excitement. 

[center][i]Aha! I knew I could do it! Take that you sheltered little weakling of a witch, Angela! I dare you to ever try and call me a sad halloween attempt at the wicken ever agai-...ah, no getting carried now, Chris. You must welcome your strong champion![/i][/center]
Stepping over to flicker on the overhead light, Chris spun about to introduce herself to her Servant.
Only to stumble slightly over her feet a second later.

[color=00aeef]"Gilla? Uhh..I mean, like, I went to Anguilla on a spring break once but they didn't even have an all inclusive resort and TBH their beaches weren't that amazing either. But no no, I'm American. The United States. Of America. The U. S. of A! And my name is Chris!"[/color]

Now that she had regained her balance, she began to walk in a circle around the tattooed man, carefully gauging him with those trained blue eyes of hers. She had spent many a year giving guys the judgmental and calculating survey of a single once-over, as anyone would expect of a best friend meeting her gal pal's new boy toy for the first time! Much to her delight, with that quick observation, what she saw was exactly what she was looking for.

[center][i]Mhm mhm! Very strong! Very tough! Very...servant-y! Perfect![/i][/center]
Holding one hand out, Chris flashed a bright and toothy grin to the man. Once more, her excitement was clear.

[color=00aeef]"An absolute pleasure to meet you, Ferdiad!"[/color]

With a clap of her hands and a setting of her foot, the girl's expression suddenly lost most of the childish delight that it had displayed just a moment before. 

[color=00aeef]"Now then, I am not one who likes to waste her precious time so I do believe we should get straight to business. And to kick it all of I do believe we should tackle the most glaring order of business before us. Ferdiad - [b]you need a major wardrobe upgrade.[/b]"[/color][hr][sub][@Relex][/sub]