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[h1][color=a187be]Nenet Isis Titania[/color][/h1]
[h3]Bellagio[/h3]
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Nenet rounded about at that question. Well, information gathering was still very much in the early stages, but it didn't hurt to share the most prevalent bit- a fight occurring where anybody could see it, how considerate of them. 

[color=a187be]"We've got quite the roster here. Two brutes are already throwing blows at one another, and are being very impressive about it. You'd probably have a shot of just about matching them, but it would take using that Oni blood of yours to the fullest and your passive Noble Phantasm."[/color] In other words, the first two Servants of this war who had entered a brawl were already demonstrating a level of combat strength that met or even exceeded a Saber-class Servant. She tapped her chin, eyes sparkling in spite of the nature of what she was saying. How fun. [color=a187be]"Neither of them seem to have revealed any trump cards yet, either- they aren't even fighting with their weapons, so unless their Noble Phantasms are trash, we'd be at a disadvantage. I doubt heroes with this level of power would have subpar trump cards, anyway. Very nice, this much data this early's definitely a blessing."[/color]

Inhale. Exhale. Newly-gathered data was added to the ongoing simulation. A monstrous number of unknowns stood before her, but piece by piece, the gaps were being filled in. Leave no stone unturned, scour every corner of the city and develop a model without error. Regardless of where Saber positioned herself, she seemed off in her own little world. [color=a187be]"Oh, I just noticed something interesting with regards to how you all operate vis-a-vis my magecraft."[/color] An explanation for her Servant's question came a few moments later- rather than annoyed, she seemed excited. A challenge was something she'd been lacking since he had left. [color=a187be]"I haven't seen something like this in a while, but I don't want to make you listen to a lecture on Atlas esoterica."[/color]

A laugh left her at that, as though she had just said something profoundly entertaining. [color=a187be]"Hummingbird? Alright, that'll be our little envoy, then! Let's see if it makes us any friends. Just a moment-"[/color]

That split in the world opened once again, the woman's body revealing a void leading to nowhere, and a small shadow streaked forwards. Its form flitted into her hands, cupped together as if worried that it would spill out if she did not.

[b][Imitate]

[Veil]

[Pretend][/b]

The foundation was already prepared, of course. The only true modification needed was changing the base form of its container. It was important that Saber had some say in the creative decisions of the team, after all.

And so she sent it on its way.

[@KatKook]
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[h1][color=968e8d]"Hummingbird"[/color][/h1]
[h3]Bellagio Fountain[/h3]
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Which building had it originated from? That could not be made certain, as there was no record of it doing so. It blended into the world, until it chose to appear, a passive existence that refused to be analyzed. Observation of it was hazy- looking directly at it, it seemed to be a European woman, perhaps in her late fifties or early sixties. 

Magical senses said nothing of her, they gave off no readings and bore no indications. She was, for all intents and purposes, a simple human woman. It was entertaining, then, that unbeknownst to her, the two beings who she was approaching were the two beings of this war who could view her for what she was. One of the Church, who had seen a being of a similar concept before. One who possessed magecraft of the Age of Gods, whose eyes would not be deceived by such a mystery.

Moving past the throng of people who did not acknowledge the pair, water moving around a stone, she moved towards them. If an effort was made to strike her down, she would of course be powerless, but that was simply how things were. 

[color=968e8d]"Good evening, dears. Would you care for a chat? My friend couldn't help but notice you erasing a couple of my siblings, and would like to have a conversation, if you'd be open to it."[/color] A gesture in the direction that the two Servants who had just departed had burst off towards, no longer directly visible from here. [color=968e8d]"We do not all need to talk with our fists, necessarily."[/color]

[color=968e8d]"...oh my, you're bleeding, I hadn't noticed. Here, have some candy."[/color]

As she spoke, she ruffled around in a handbag that had not been there a moment earlier, retrieving two peppermints, and holding them out towards the pair. 

[@Aoko Aozaki]
[@Red Alice]