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[h1][color=fff79a]Adina Allaua[/color][/h1][h3]Tomb of Gül Baba, District II[/h3]
Addressing: [@AThousandCurses][@ShadowKingman][@Astarte]
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The standard issue. A Bounded Field, to ward off prying eyes, had been the priority of course, and had been appropriately weaved to distort perception and muddle the senses. Adina was nothing if not capable of that much, after all. Even if this land's Second Owner was an unknown factor- a fact that was still baffling to her- frivolous use of magecraft in front of the masses was to be avoided. Besides that, with the extra refinements made, it would keep the other pairs roaming the city from seeing her in action unless they came here directly, which was for the best. Perhaps a Caster class Servant's familiar could bypass that, but there was only so much she could do. 

The second order of business had been more selfish. Magic circles carved into the ground, in preparation for the fight that was likely to come. If she had the hours, she'd have liked to prepare some familiars, but she didn't have the opportunity to see that to completion. At least she'd made decent headway.

Her threads of consciousness rolled out again, and she felt that earlier smile return. At this level of proximity, detection was simple enough. It seemed like their guests were here. Time to roll out the welcoming party. Using that detection as a premise, she made the Bounded Field permeable for a moment, ensuring the passage of the other party in. If she didn't do that, she was sure they'd manage to find their way before long, but it was better for her to set the terms where she could. 

Some discomfort fell over her for a reason she couldn't place, as they came into view. A boy and a woman. Well, the woman looked like she could better be called a girl, but still. And judging from how the latter was looking at the 'empty' space next to Adina, she had an idea of who was who. The boy was probably some decades-old freak then. Worrying, but nothing she hadn't seen before.

[color=fff79a]"H~ey! You're the others, right? Let me guess, you're the Servant, and you're the Mast-..."[/color]

Her voice died out in her throat. That feeling of discomfort grew as she took the sight of the two in. The girl looked excited, purposeful even, and was looking squarely where her astralized Servant was. The boy, though? That was not the expression of a decades-old monster who had mastered his craft. 

It wasn't until she saw the mark on his hand that she realized what the source of that discomfort was. An empty marking, inferior even to the three wings that symbolized her own. Rank eight. 

[i][color=fff79a]"Berserker, hold. Be prepared to attack on my command, but do not act yet."[/color][/i]

Her thoughts ground to a halt after sending that mental message while she tried to process her revelation. Did that even make sense? Was that even possible?

[color=fff79a]"...hey, kid. Before either of us do anything, do you know what you're participating in right now?"[/color]

She could only pray that she was wrong.