[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/WtJ9W3l.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=b1d2d7][h1]Ilya Muromets[/h1][/color][h3]Mechwart Park, District II[/h3][/center][hr]
	For someone as lively as Ilya, the initial low-spirited reaction from her Master drew concern from the Servant. The young boy seemed a bit reserved around her after her initial summoning, which left the Lancer feeling a bit befuddled at how to handle what would be their ongoing relationship. Friendship, of course, would be the ultimate goal for her to achieve with him!  However, all it took was a few days in Kelemen's presence to ease her mind, for now the two were joyously taking a stroll throughout town while clasped hand in hand. 

	Ilya's heterochromatic eyes darted back and forth, nothing short of a childishly wide grin tugging across her face. While the child skipped along with excited steps, the tall woman simply took long, stabled strides, easily counting one step of hers for every three of her Master's. Her enthralled glances drew for just a second longer in a particular direction, the old hero feeling a fleeting moment's distraction as the pair strolled past a tavern, though she showed no other sign of interest beyond that single pause. Without missing a single beat in her step, Ilya continued to follow along with Kelemen's tour, now turning her attention to the park he was pointing out.

	With a sharp sense suddenly pulling taught in the back of her mind, Ilya suddenly planted both feet firmly to the ground, stopping both herself and the boy at the same moment that he suddenly cried out in pain, withdrawing from her grip and cautiously tending to his own hand. While he was distracted with that sharp pain, it could be assumed that the young boy would miss the sudden shift in the hero's expression, a brief flash of her inner thoughts becoming transparent.

[center]A sharp smirk paired with eyes widened from thorough excitement.[/center]
	As quickly as her face shifted into that expression, it was gone, immediately replaced with a softer smile as she gracefully dropped down to one knee, taking Kelemen's right hand between both of her own.

[color=e9a7b3]"Hey, hey. Don't worry, don't worry! That pain may feel sharp now, but it's just the starting signal for your rise to becoming-...t-to becoming..."[/color] She bit her tongue, stumbling over her words as se struggled to remember the name of the hero the boy idolized. She knew many heroes such as herself from her time...but none of them had such flamboyant titles as the one Kelemen looked up to! [color=e9a7b3]"To becoming Justice Fleet Specializer!"[/color] ...well, she tried.

Carrying on before he (or she, herself) could begin to question her statement, Ilya took Kelemen's hand in a more sturdy grip, leading the two in the direction where that mental cord was tugging her towards. [i]Another hero.[/i] Ilya's blood burned hot as she was the one now pulling the other along. [i]Though...something about this Servant puts me on guard...it's absolutely[/i] [b][i]thrilling.[/i][/b] With her strides placing her before the boy, she once more dropped the mask and allowed that transient expression to spread across her face once more.

[hr][sub]Adressing [@ShadowKingman]
Indirectly addressing [@Mr President] [@AThousandCurses][/sub]