[center][color=3CB371][h1][b]Caster[/b][/h1][h2]Whitney->The Strip[/h2][/color][/center]

Comfortably situated shotgun to the Knight-Captain, an otherworldly figure half opened her eyes. Caster had been sleeping up until the moment she'd been directly addressed about the war, on account of the good napping weather. 

[b][color=3CB371]"Yes."[/color][/b] Caster responded to her Masters query within a few moments, half yawning all the while. After a second or two, she adjusted her position and went back to sleeping. For her Masters sake, Caster had spared the time to give a proper affirmative(which in itself really didn't answer Kamila's question in the first place). Knowing that, Caster mentally informed her Master of her chosen destination via their shared link- which required far less effort than talking. Perhaps Caster would have to train one of the many city pigeons following their car as messengers, but a cellphone could perhaps be easier.

With that great task settled, she seemingly went back to dozing. Or at least, that's what seemed to be the case outwardly. It was true that Caster was rather tired and had been lethargic since the onset of her summon. But in this specific instance, she had expanded her senses through the earth to 'feel' something. It wasn't the various Masters and Servants plodding through the war- though she had detected many of those already. 

No, what had caught her interest was a novel abnormality within the flow of the land. A certain caressing of rivers- a partly artificial oasis within this desert of processed rock, steel, plastic, and man-flesh.

Out of what she had 'seen' so far, this had been the singular thing to catch Casters interest. And so, they would be headed to the Las Vegas strip where Caster could get a better 'look'. Or, rather, it was something she thought necessary to see with her own eyes. 

. . .Of course, what had happened earlier hadn't gone unnoticed. Someone had been watching the city from afar, and so Caster had already taken the necessary precautions for both herself and Master. Familiars. Long distance detection. Divination. Caster prepared counter measures for each, so as to avoid scrying attempts. 

However, she didn't mask her presence as a Servant. That was to say, it was still possible to detect 'a Servant is nearby!' if another Ghost Liner came close to her. If there was an expression that summed up why she did that, it'd probably be something along the lines of a ever so slight smirk. 

But for the moment, the pair had arrived at Casters chosen destination, the Bellagio Hotel. Within moments Caster had hopped out of the car, not even bothering to stretch after the ride. Within moments she was striding toward the Hotel, her parasol protecting her from the Moons hateful rays.

Though Caster didn't know it, her Masters rapid pace meant they arrived just in time.

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The Las Vegas strip was an impressive place in terms of architecture, if nothing else. Aside from a few exceptions she had spotted on the drive(Mostly buildings with landmarks reminiscent to the lands she had visited in her travels), little present held her interest.  

The exception was the beautiful Bellagio Fountain Show occurring directly ahead of her, situated on a lake within the city. Caster began to pick up the pace as the show came into view, collapsing her parasol and twirling it at her side almost carelessly. Though there was a crowd of onlookers, they all awkwardly maintained a significant distance from Caster- as if some sort of invisible boundary line had been drawn between herself and the 'faceless masses'.

Finally, she arrived at the perfect spot for fountain viewing- but she didn't lose herself in the show. Not just yet.

Rather she turned her head to speak with the Master for a moment, before returning her attentions to the fountain.

[b][color=3CB371]"My, my. For a moment, I nearly forgot about the sacrificial ritual we were in."[/color][/b] Though her tone expressed a desire to connect palm with face, it was hard to tell if she was being genuine. Perhaps her smirk told a different tale, a darker context to what was about to happen.

She outstretched her hand and pointed at the streams of water shooting up into the night sky. The air became tense, as if heralding some great disturbance.

And then, it happened.

The parasol she was whirling in circles contacted her arm after she started twirling it ahead of herself. And, for a brief moment difficult for even her Master to notice, the reflection of polished metal became visible within the umbrellas many folds. 

Casters arm went flying off, separated from her body as if from some hidden blade. It went flying for a foot or two, but stopped in the air as if suspended by invisible rope- or perhaps something like string. With each passing moment, the strings seemed to be pulled taunter and taunter around the lost limb. 

A fountain of green-black ichor erupted from Casters arm stump with almost cartoonish violence and intensity. The crowd all about master and servant seemingly acknowledged not a thing, and remained at distance. 

Caster stopped twirling her umbrella, not acknowledging her own injury in any way. A puddle of something approximating blood began to form at her feet, though not a single drop reached herself or the Master. After a moment, she started leaning on her Umbrella in much the manner one may use a cane- though still, she did not move from her spot. 

Instead she looked onward, toward the sight ahead of her- the numerous fountains of water exploding from the nearby lake. Incorporating lights, even illusions were being created using the hotel itself as a backdrop. The scale was astounding, and it was a beautiful sight that seemed to fascinate Caster. Finally, her demeanor changed, as if the lethargy she carried was temporarily dispelled. However, even going beyond the beauty of the show.

For Caster, she had attained a form of watching that not only used her eyes, but also far greater senses. To Triptolemus, the 'flow' and 'movement' of the waters caress contributed to the show in such ways human beings could never understand, never comprehend. This was the power of one who could feel through the land, no, the Earth, itself. 

After a minute or two of viewing, she spoke her mind.

[color=3CB371][b]"Water is the element most closely associated with life, was it? That much is truth at least. Why is that? Knight-Captain."[/b][/color] Caster spoke in a soft, almost teasing voice- addressing the one and only person within many meters who could acknowledge her presence. It was more like she was poking fun at the paradigms of modern magi, though.

However, it seemed she remembered something-

[color=3CB371][b]"You nearly let me forget, Master."[/b][/color] Stepping forward, the hidden blade in her parasol was revealed once more. In an action far too quick for any normal human to follow, her suspended arm was sliced into at least eighteen pieces. After that, she turned around so she could hear her masters response face to face.

Though a single finger dropped to the ground with an inaudible thud, the rest of her arm pieces did not follow the rules of gravity. In fact, they began to fade away into some sort of dust like substance. A Magus looking on from a distance may call it ether being expelled from a degrading spiritual body, but in actuality it was some sort of pollen.

In that moment various birds (pigeons) began to swoop into the pollen one at a time, flying off into a myriad of directions.

Caster smiled at her Master, waiting patiently. The beautiful fountain show continued behind her, as if to accentuate the question. 

. . . .She was still bleeding. A very sizable pool of ichor was actually starting to form around her feet.