[centre][color=bc8dbf][h1]Valentina[/h1][/color][/centre]
[centre][h3] Excalibur Hotel, Paradise [/h3][/centre]

She concluded her stitching of a small patchwork humanoid, looking vaguely human but with two button eyes it was very obviously little more than a creation of her own. She delivered a small kiss on its forehead as she listened intently to Rider, enjoying his rendition of Billy Elliot, a movie she had watched during her travels as she debated the best way to bring about what she wanted in the world. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Your impact on the world certainly has lasted, yet humans continue they seek out more and more, one can only wonder what it would be like if knowledge was something they didn't care for, without knowledge what would the world be like today..[/color] She trailed off slightly, eyes going vacant as she gazed off before snapping back to attention, her neck moving too quick and sudden for a human as she turned back to her Servant. 

The term Servant was a vague term she cared not for. They were partners and allies, not master and servant. Even when she created new beings to help her, her own familiars, she gave them enough sentience to be able to act up against her if they so chose to. But, they had never taken that option before, so why take it now. In truth, Valentina did not intend to summon Ashurbanipal, but instead another figure from the Epic of Gilgamesh.

Made from a clay doll, Enkidu would have been her first choice, her Creator having told the story to her once, she became enamoured with the ideas of others like her. Having him as an Ally in this war would have been a chance to know another of her Kin, but gazing upon the master of knowledge and torture, she knew that the Grail had chosen someone far more compatible with her. The marionette dropped her patchwork friend to the floor and he scuttled off down the corridor outside of the suite.


The walls changed around her, the old world merging into the new world, Rider's power allowing such a union to take place. Valentina had suspected as much power from the Master of the Library, and she knew too well of the attention that they might attract. She knew little of anyone else involved, Clocktower, Church? They both sounded likely. Her presence had been kept to a minimum as she knew she would be a threat if her presence was known.

Snapping to attention, she clapped her hands together, a noticeable wooden noise could be heard as she did, and the limo driver began to walk, his legs acting almost separate from his body as she directed him to the door. Stepping through, Valentina watched the poor man go to his doom, but deep down, she couldn't care less. Casualties in this war were, if anything, a welcome bonus.  [color=bc8dbf]"The origin of knowledge is at your disposal it appears. The other Servants have not made any moves yet, but my friends will do my recon. Would you prefer me at your side my King, or shall I stay in this fortress, it is quite delightful here, much more ornate than my Sicilian Workshop, although, I doubt most of Europe were places you frequented"[/color]

She put a hand to her face as she began to slide into a dance again, her body moving naturally into a simple dance, that could very easily turn into a ritual. [color=bc8dbf]"This library will bring them to us if we make ourselves obvious, perhaps they would feel most welcome here.."[/color]