[centre][color=bc8dbf][h1]Valentina[/h1][/color][/centre]
[centre][h3] Police Station, Downtown [/h3][/centre]

As he drove, Valentina relaxed in her seat, the journey was quite comfortable, smooth and efficient. It was at this moment she felt gratitude for such a graceful driver, she could only dread what one without Riding would have done and how clunky the ride would have been. In truth, this mode of transport was chosen as celebrities in limos was quite common but she knew after their activities tonight, dumping the vehicle would be the best plan of action.

Simply nodding to her chauffeur, she swiftly set up a bounded field, encapsulating from her position to the police station, allowing her Rider to play out his plan uninterrupted. As he left her she couldn't help but think about what may need to be done to win this war. Whilst some would embark here to have the experience under their belt and return home with the honour of being a combatant in a Holy Grail War, Valentina was here to win. Success was her goal, without it what had been her existence for so long. No other alternative could bring her the pleasure and catharticism that this Grail offered her. Truly, it was a magnificent thing. Outliving her family had given her malicious glee, but the fact that she would accomplish so much more than them? That was true bliss.

She pulled her thoughts back, focussing on the now, not bothering to check on Rider. An ancient king who cared only for knowledge, she respected him and allowed him to his own activities. Sitting idly by made her fake skin crawl, reminding her of how boastful her Creator was of her. Magus. With that memory she turned her attention to her patchwork creation.


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Sitting idly by, having followed the orders of the Puppet, a patchy doll laid dormant in a bush, its button eye peering out as it laid in the dirt, a little trick to make onlookers think it had been nothing but a tossed away toy. But this was one of Valentina's Friends, and the construct peered into the park, watching the onslaught between a wild Red Man and a white haired youth. Only after the arrival of another and a vicious attack of metal did the construct scramble further into the brush, desperate to avoid the danger that had just introduced herself

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[color=bc8dbf]"Fascinating..."[/color]  She whispered to herself before returning her attention to her own surroundings, suddenly Rider had reappeared in the driver seat and she turned to him, an eager smile on her face, very pleased with his haul. [color=bc8dbf]"Excellent news! 
We should hit our next target quickly before any alert is raised.[/color] She nodded as she thought to the nearest place on the map that her had shown her. [color=bc8dbf]"I believe our next target should be in Sunrise Manor, although, the choice is yours"[/color]

She hummed idly as she crossed her legs, ideas bundling up about enchantments she could utilise to further their goals. [color=bc8dbf]"I'm sure you may be aware, but the enemies nearby have now increased to three. Three brutes, battling it out in the park like mindless animals. I thought the Red Haired one to be Berserker but now I am not so sure. All three fight with vicious power, none have utilised any conventional weapons, only fists and their surroundings. That at least rules out Saber or Caster"[/color]

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