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[sub][i]West Çanakkale, Mansion's Courtyard[/i][/sub][/center]

[color=85B06B]"You'll find that our compatriots are a colorful bunch,"[/color] Farren told the First Spider. [color=85B06B]"The other servants have all been summoned by now I suspect. I'm not very familiar with all of them, but they're just the same: colorful."[/color]

The magic circle he'd called Caster from was smudged soon after she appeared, and now as his familiars made their way back into the cozy corners of the mansion's courtyard their tiny little bodies cleaned up what remained of it as they passed by. They gave Caster a respectfully berth as they went past. Farren sparred them only a brief glance. Now, it wasn't that he didn't trust his servant - she seemed dangerous and spontaneous, yes, but he didn't fear her - but the influence she exerted even passively on his spiders had Farren making a mental note to strengthen his own connection to them. Losing control over them could be a liability, though he didn't think it would be possible for anyone besides Caster to interfere with said control. Still, better safe than sorry.

Farren stepped to one side and gestured for Caster to go ahead of them, nodding his head toward the courtyard's exit. [color=85B06B]"I'll fill you in on a few things now, and we can go over the rest a little later. The master of the house is Bahadir. His goal is... well, I'll count that in as 'the rest.' But his dreams are within reach. He's got his hands on a powerful device. It's the reason he gathered us all here. I'm sure he'll call a team meeting sooner or later. Now, as for the manor itself - "[/color]

It was at that time that someone joined them in the courtyard. Another servant by chance.

[color=85B06B]"Ah, an ally appears. That is... Saber, I believe."[/color]

Farren waved to get the woman's attention, beckoning her over. [color=85B06B]"Hello, Saber. Please, allow me to introduce a new addition to our team. The lovely spider, the Caster class servant."[/color]
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[sub][i]West Çanakkale, Mansion, Blenda's Room[/i][/sub][/center]

[color=705FD9]"It doesn't matter."[/color]

Berserker stood with his back to Blenda, facing the room's lone window though his eyes were closed. His arms were folded in front of his chest, and his shoulders rose and fell in steady rhythm. He'd been quiet for a majority of the time since he'd been summoned, relaying only the important things to his master: his strengths which were few, his weaknesses which were many, and his true name. 

If he came off as cold to his master, well, that wasn't really his concern. 

He could tell she was questioning how she ended up with such a servant anyway. Berserker too wondered why he was even summoned at all. Either way, he was a servant and Blenda was his master. He'd follow her order. No matter the reason he ended up in this circumstance, he was privately glad for it. The blue team's goal was intriguing, enough to spark an ember of hope in Berserker's heart. Rather than stamp it out, he carefully protected the dim light. He'd let it become his strength when the time came.

[color=705FD9]"..."[/color] After a few moments Berserker's eyes slipped open. Turquoise reflected in the glass and he looked at the mirrored image of his master. The boy moved away from the window and approached Blenda, barely reaching her height even while seated. Despite his small stature, Berserker gave off the air of a King - no, [i]something greater than a King.[/i]

...but his expression was pinched, his mouth pressed into a thin line as though he were fighting off sheepishness.

[color=705FD9]"What I mean is, both have their merits."[/color]

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