[center][h1][color=f7941d]Apepi I, Caster of Black[/color][/h1][/center]
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The room Caster was in had originally been a spacious, secluded study room on the second floor of the manor. The expensive furniture spoke of wealthy owners and had once threatened to make every person with working nostrils devolve into a sneezing storm once the heavy coats of dust were lifted by the slightest breezes of air. Now? It stood as something closer to an egyptian aficionado's personal pet project. Caster had made plenty of use of the other Masters and Servants help to clutter the hallway with some of the room's content and had immediately gotten to work into making it the cornerstone of her works. The largest desk was tucked near the back wall, in front of a large, drawn depiction of Seth was hanged from. It was a tall order to expect a backwater American city to have a statue of Seth laying around, but that'd have to do for the time being.

Of course, this hadn't been her first course of action during the war. Caster had taken quite the active part in setting up a Boundary Field around the mansion alongside some of the other Masters, and had taken an extra step to set a secondary one on her personal workshop just in case, one that'd diminish and mask the tell-tale signs of egyptian magecraft. After all, Caster was in the tricky situation of having a Master uninitiated in the world of Magi. In a way, this was a good thing: she couldn't stand uppity modern Magi who treated her as nothing but a lowly familiar. That was just denigrating. On the other hand, there were just too many things that this girl didn't know, to the point that a good deal of the conversations she had with Emily could be summarized as Caster trying to cover the basics of what a Holy Grail War entailed, what a Servant was, what Command Spells were for and that, yes, those jackal ears were very real.

At least she wanted to be helpful, and she could appreciate it. [Color=tan]"Oh, Master!"[/color] said Caster with a friendly tone of voice and a smile that'd sharks kill for. [Color=tan]"I was finishing preparing my temple, and was about to work on some My--errr... Magic cloaks"[/color]. It was an inaccurate term by quite a lot, but Emily's enthusiastic nature and happy-go-lucky attitude meant that she'd have to dwelve in lots and lots of explanations for every word she used. [color=tan]"And you shouldn't be going out, Master, not without me or another magus of our faction that can help protect you. You'll get to see aaaaall of those Heroic Spirits in the morning, hmmm? Meanwhile, would you be a darling and make tea or something? I need to think about what I should do about you"[/color]. Caster went and gave Emily a little pap on the cheek. Even while the svelte, petite Servant stood a good couple of inches shorter than the archeologist, ears not accounted for, Caster felt less like a familiar and more like a nanny.

This was gonna be a difficult war.