[center][h1][color=a0410d]Emily, Master of Black Caster[/color][/h1]

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The head of the brunette excitably nodded along to the words of Caster, whether she grasped the meaning of it or not. She still struggled greatly with understanding that magic as a concept even existed in this world, despite never having ruled the idea out of her mind in times past, yet to now be so up-close to it all. It felt...like thorough, archeological breakthrough! [color=a0410d]"Magic cloaks, huuuh...? What'd they do?"[/color] Curious like a cat, she pranced forward to stand beside her Servant, eyes shimmering while gazing over the oddities of the objects around. From the strange cloth about to the various tools and magecrafts. She fancied those that sparkled the most, though there was none that could deny how obvious that truly was. Atleast it appeared her Servant was more than happy to show her the ropes around all of this, and she couldn't truly be happier with who she'd summoned either. Apepi of Hyksos, the False Prophet. Both the contract and her visions had confirmed that it was indeed the very person she was studying previously.

[color=a0410d]"Humm... But I wanna see them! Be them scary, evil, brutal! Or energetic, happy, courageous! I don't mind either way~"[/color] She chimed out back, as if her very tone struggled to find a consistent tune, caught in flux between excited chatter and song. With a twirl on her foot, a theatric display of disappointment with puffed up cheeks that immediately felt the wrath of a pat before breaking out into a wide grin. [color=a0410d]"But finefine~ Safety first! Make sure all equipment is ready before one braves the mighty catacombs, flashlight, rope and snacks~ I'll get us some tea then~"[/color] With that, she added in another of her trademark pirouettes, only to start tapping her way out of the room.

Truthfully, the mansion they had commandeered for the war was rather solemn and, to a certain degree, hollow in nature. The creeping feeling of loneliness weighed down on the shoulders of the spelunker within the massive halls, held up by arched roofing a good couple feet above her head. It was a marvelous structure, she did concede, though the size seemed so impractical! Especially for one used to encumbersome tunnels or open space. The dimlit journey from Caster's room to the kitchen was luckily not a long one, and she swiftly found her way inside. With a flick of a switch, and the kitchen area was brightly lit; so much so Emily found herself blinking a couple times to adjust proper. [color=a0410d]"So then~! Teaa~ Hum, where did I place my Yorkshire Tea bags... oh, there!"[/color] With a few prancing steps, she came up to one of the shelves, reaching out before picking up her tea of choice. Naturally, she had all but forgotten if she ever did ask Caster for her preferences, but she'd yet to hear any complaints.

With the drink fully prepared, filled up into a pot and placed upon a tray with a pair of cups, she came strolling back towards Caster's room. Some might feel emasculated to be left to maidly duties for one's Servant, but Emily was not one of them. She didn't want to think of Caster as a Servant, and more as a friend after all. Being friend with a Heroic Spirit sounds fun, and truthfully her journeys otherwise had left her in an utter lack of companionship of any sorts. So, bringing tea to a friend is just a nice gesture, and that's a good thing! Besides, Caster did ask for it, so there's that too. [color=a0410d]"Knock knooock~ Tea service has arrived~"[/color] she chattered out through a helpless giggle, despite actually already having entered the room again.