[h2]Mihama Nanako[/h2] Right. This time her head was in the game! Nanako didn't want to see anyone pointlessly hurt again. Knowing people had died... it was terrible. This time she was going to make sure she didn't go in without being prepared! She might not have been the most accomplished magus, but that didn't mean she didn't know at least a few things... and if she prepared, maybe she could support Meltryllis better! She packed up some mystic chalk, among other things. It was just enough to cast a few spells relatively quickly. If she could act faster, then maybe no-one would have to get seriously hurt. Knowing that time was slim, Nanako did her preparation as quickly as possible before hurrying out. While BB seemed like she had some kind of malignant intent under nearly anything she said or did, knowing what could potentially happen meant that not only was Nanako going to go to the indicated place, she was also going to take the exact route that had been indicated. It was a rather winding route, through back alleys that would have made Nanako feel a little bit uneasy if not for the fact that she had Meltryllis with her. Eventually, however... Something had felt... unsettling as they neared the marked location. Nanako began to realize that, somehow, they had managed to pass through an exclusionary bounded field on the way here... had BB interfered with it so that people from outside could get in? Did she have the capability to do so? The route even indicated to get onto the roof of an old warehouse... Regardless of the explanation, it wasn't long before they found the reason BB had sent them here in the first place. Even Nanako knew it was best to try and hide. Below them, in the old warehouse, it seemed like there was some sort of meeting, some sort of deal occurring. Two groups of people were talking, there was a suitcase filled with something being shown off... Most of them gave off the vibe one would associate with underhanded and illegal deals, but there was one rather perplexing figure among them. [url=https://safebooru.org//images/2844/d121fb7008674e90050dac39cba08e00faf118c3.png?2963176]Rarely did one expect to see what appeared to be a teenaged girl during some sort of black market deal[/url]. There was something strange about her, though. The red eyes? She didn't look particularly threatening, though... At least to Nanako. But Meltryllis would immediately be able to understand that the girl was a Servant. Before Nanako could even try to question what BB had intended for them to do, the black-haired girl suddenly looked towards them... She smirked. Winked. And pointed. From here, Nanako could make out her cheerful voice surprisingly clearly. "Uh-oh, uninvited guests!" Almost immediately everyone there had drawn some kind of weapon, from guns to what were clearly mystic code blades of varying length. Several drew out vials of red fluid, that, when smashed on the concrete, immediately spawned shadowy, hazy figures that were all too familiar... [@PKMNB0Y] [hr] [h2]Saber - Benienma[/h2] The diminutive enma nodded to herself. If her Master was able to face something grim like this, then Benienma would not stop her from doing so. While she did not wish for anyone to have to face such things, especially those around her Master's age or younger, at the same time this was also their duty. Their duty was to bring justice to those who had acted wickedly. Even if it was in the act of punishing others who had behaved as such. The conclusion that it was an Assassin made sense, given the brutality of the murders and mutilations and yet the fact that no perpetrator had been located no matter how close to public places the crime took place. That much made sense to the small redheaded Saber. And the idea of it being a vigilante... "If they're an Assassin, they might be entered into the Servant database, Masta," Benienma said. Ideally at least, every Servant was entered into the main database of Fusang, controlled by the central artificial intelligence HECATE. "Is that my cue?" a soft voice spoke from behind them. [url=https://safebooru.org//samples/2990/sample_f0793b3e50f9615ba37c72de58bce27a78a6c725.jpg?3113809]Sasahara Emily[/url] adjusted her glasses as she stepped forward, a laptop under her arm. "If you need me to, I can put in a request for database access," the girl continued, "It shouldn't take longer then an hour, though... I suppose it depends on how the administrators are feeling... but when it's a serious crime I can't imagine they would be lax about it." Indeed, database access did require approval from city administration, and a final clearance from HECATE herself. "I think my Masta was planning on it dechi," Benienma responded, nodding slightly as she did, "If they think this is justice, then we have to stop them dechi." Emily's eyes lingered on the small Servant for a few moments, before her gaze returned to Hakuno herself. [@RolePlayerRoxas] [hr] [h2]???[/h2] The girl, who had yelped briefly in surprise on being collided with, brushed herself off as Mitsuki questioned her wellbeing. "My my, isn't it far more wise to watch where you're going?" she commented, her voice showing little irritation as she cocked her head to one side. If anything, she seemed more amused, her large blue eyes moving between the boy and his Servant, "You could blunder into something dangerous." She wagged her finger, though there was still a smirk on her lips. "But since you seem to be remorseful, it's only fair to give you a chance to make it up to me, isn't it?" she continued. For some reason, with every word she spoke the situation seemed to feel somehow more dangerous, even though she hadn't made a single aggressive move so far. "I'm having terrible trouble finding my dear elder brother, so I am in need of a guide. It's my first time in this city of mystical heroes and legends, after all." Had she been hoping for an opportunity like this, or did she just take advantage of it? Either way, she seemed to derive undue pleasure from heaping sudden responsibility on a complete stranger's shoulders. "Milady, are you unharmed?" The figure who next spoke seemed to emerge from no-where. A beautiful woman, clad in a maid outfit, long silver hair hanging down... and also made entirely of mercury. "I'm fine, Trimmau," she responded with a dismissive wave of her hand, "I'm sure this gentleman is going to make it up to me, isn't that right?" [@PKMNB0Y][@KoL]