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"What, you still haven't eaten enough?" Thalia grunted at Scylla's response towards the ice cream comment. No surprise there, really. "And hey, if my songs aren't making you rip your eardrums out then I'm doing something wrong." Thalia would laugh in a friendly way, though that candid conversation would soon turn somewhat sour as something would catch her ears and senses.

First, was a bounded field.

Second, was the gunshots.

Now, really, either of those things by themselves wasn't something she'd bother with. Two of those things together also weren't really of concern to her. She couldn't really give a rats ass about what other people were doing as long as they weren't bothering her or anyone she was with. Really, it was rather the location they were seemingly happening in that would give her a bit of a pause. She had played in a number of venues over the city, if they so much as let her. If not, then she'd just play in her studio at home...but those places that did let her play though, perhaps she felt somewhat responsible for.

And it was one of those venues, that the source of the commotion was coming from.

"Oi. Come 'ere." Thalia wouldn't bother checking with her servant, before barging into the club herself...and she was met with quite the sight. A midget with some ballerina looking servant...and armed gunmen, who were obviously being the source of those gunshots from earlier. Now that wouldn't do at all. This was her turf - she'd like to think so, anyways. So what was going on, here then?

"Hey! Berserker, smash those idiots with the guns will you! I'll buy you all the ice cream you want later!" Thalia would shout.

Scylla was just happy to go about getting her ice cream. "I'm never full enough, idiot. Most of this stuff is new for me anyway." As the two walked along, Scylla heard some noise like... Oh! Was that like a gunshot from one of those games she played? Interesting, but not as interesting as her ice cream. Then, Thalia insisted they go inside that club. She'd been there before... Probably. If she had been there it didn't interest her so she probably just forgot about it.

"But my ice cream is waiting!" The servant complained before her master rushed inside. The monster rolled her eyes and angrily followed after. When her master ordered her to smash the guards she gave a deep sigh. "You sure as hell better give me more than enough." That was certain death for the master's wallet though. "And you guys better be entertaining!" She mentioned, cracked almost every bone in her body that she could before charging at the closest gunman as quitely as her shoeless feet would take her all while caring little for her own well being. When she reached close enough, she grabbed the first armed figure and grabbed him by the throat before spinning around with him a bit and just throwing him into some of the others, aiming for one with a gun. There was a feral and dangerous look on her face now as she continued to move towards others to beat them, with each other if necessary.

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"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmm~ Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmm~"

Frankenstein's monster, otherwise known as Fran, hummed a catchy tune as she made way through bustling streets, carrying a rather large sack over her shoulder. For the past couple of days, her Master, the recluse alchemist that they are, had been sending the peach-haired girl to different parts of Fusang City doing different tasks, ranging from errands and delivering packages to patrolling and material gathering, of which she just accomplished doing the latter. While she didn't mind doing these tasks, it did make the Berserker feel like a pack-mule. It didn't help that her Master was also hands-off and a bit distant with her, acting very much like the conventional mage in this day and age. Still, the circumstances weren't enough to put Fran down, as evident from her smile and the perk in her steps as she made her way back home.

That is....until she heard the gunshots.

"Uh?", muttered Fran, stopping her walk as she turned toward the source of the commotion. The shots sounded like they were coming from a club that her Master would go to on a rare occasion. Normally, Fran wouldn't even bothered and would avoid the confrontation if she could help it, but.....

.....making a hangout spot her Master frequented safe wouldn't be a bad thing. It's what a Servant would do, right?

So, with that in mind, after putting her sack of materials down in a spot where she can find it later, Fran rushed toward the club, her battle mace materializing into her hands. As she passed through a bounded field, she growled cautiously as she entered through the side entrance, the very air feeling like it was trying to slow her down. Upon reaching the scene, Fran took note of several things. One, the gunmen, as well as the girl leading them apparently. Two, the tall violet-haired ballerina and the hooded white-haired savage fighting said gunmen, most likely Servants. And three, the two young women hanging back from the fighting, most likely Masters of the aforementioned Servants. Still grasping the situation, Fran rushed in to fight off the gunmen as well.

"Grrrraaaaah!", she yelled, making her presence known as she sent one gunman flying to the wall with a swing of her mace before the punching the head of another.

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"Ho? If that's what you wish, this old man will be more than glad to lend his fists to your cause, Master," Assassin said, raising an eyebrow at his Master's reply that they couldn't let the situation keep on being as it's.

"What now indeed. Seems like both of you are in quite a predicament, young men. Revealing what you know about the nature of this ritual you spoke of is probably in your best interest."

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"Yes, now that we defeated your Servant, and helped you minimize the damage of your reckless actions, it's your obligation to provide us with the information you have," Xiaoyu said as she came into the kitchen right after the Mysterious Lancer and her Saber finished the Bomber Clown off.

While she waited for an answer, Xiaoyu checked her Servant's condition. While the Clown's magic was mostly a non-issue—thanks to Saber's outstanding magical energy defenses—magically charged debris from the explosions could still harm her. There was no way Xiaoyu would accept having her... friend—she supposed—hurt over something like this.

Upon seeing the reactions of the other Masters in front of him, Takuya nodded his head and promptly pulled out his own phone. It would be no surprise to see the screen that he showed them afterwards—given how the application he had pulled up was indeed identical to the one that was on the now-subdued Master's phone, it seemed that he was telling the truth.

The only difference, of course, was the presence of pictures instead of names. A few, of course, would be quite familiar to those present, but to Takuya, none of them seemed to actually mean much of anything.

"Hey, piss off with that sorta talk; what sort of person expects to have to deal with a terrorist in this sort of place?" he shot back at the Chinese girl before sighing and turning towards the old man. "Look, all I know is that someone offered me a job to make some quick cash testing this thing. My phone freaked out for a while whenever that guy was around, though, so I'm guessing that might help in recognizing whoever the hell these people are."

With a frown, Shou glanced back at the phone in his hands before turning to reveal it to Takuya. The disjoint in information that he had and that he saw in front of him was... Mildly irritating, but given how whoever was making him 'test' this was playing games with him anyways, that much was to be expected.

"Hmph. Well, ain't that funny?" he complained, shaking his head before snatching the device out of Shou's hand and staring at the two. After a few moments, though, the phones vibrated in his hands, leaving both with the exact same information. The formatting made it clear that the faces and names did not match up, but having everything on both was a convenience he assumed neither party would want to complain about. Shrugging, he tossed the other device back towards Shou, leaving the young man to catch it again before both he and his Lancer turned to leave.

"If you want to ask more, we can do it on the way out of here; I don't feel like being grilled by both you and the CCF for the next 24 hours, and being stuck here without eating anything sounds like a shitty way to spend the day," he concluded, nodding to his Servant before walking out the ruined door.

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The sudden appearance of guards of some variety was not all that surprising, given her obviously less-than-subtle entrance, but Meltryllis still found herself mildly annoyed that the first thing that they would have to contend with after entering was yet another threat to her Master's safety. She, of course, had little to worry about from such things—she could simply let the projectiles pass through her, after all—but her Master was still only human. Letting her get hit again would only complicate the situation in the long run.

And so, with little fanfare, the Alter Ego promptly shoved her Master to the side behind a counter before splitting off to draw their opponents' gunfire away. Her speed outmatched the pace at which those present could turn their guns onto her—not as if they would actually be able to damage her, of course—and without much effort, Meltryllis promptly kicked off of the wall and launched herself at one of the gunmen.

A hole through the abdomen courtesy of one of her legs was a bit gruesome, admittedly, but it seemed to have some effect in deterring those still firing.

Before she could proceed for a followup attack, though, the sound of someone else making orders caused her to spin around to look at the source, only for one of the gunmen situated closer to the entrance to be lobbed into the crowd like a ragdoll. Another Master and their Servant—and one that (tentatively) seemed to be helping them.

And another Servant seemed to follow suit, her white dress contrasting the brutality with which another pair of gunmen were summarily dispatched.

"Hm. Well, I suppose I won't complain about the extra help," she remarked, leaning her head to the side for a moment as a lance pierced through the air where it had been moments prior. With an eyebrow raised in mild confusion, the Alter Ego spun around, throwing the person who had attempted to stab her into a nearby table with the sheer momentum of her prosthetic legs.

"I could've sworn I felt something just now..." she mused to herself before shrugging her shoulders and continuing to clean up the rest of those present. Her Master could handle the thanks for the help after the fact; she was that sort of person, after all.

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For a moment, Runa's heart leaped into her chest at the appearance of the clown-like Servant... but then the tension in her body eased when the blonde Saber cut him nearly in half, and the Lancer quickened his departure with her spear. For a brief moment afterwards, the room was almost entirely still.

Or perhaps it was merely her perception of things that slowed to a crawl for an instant in the aftermath of the sudden and far to close brush with destruction.

Regardless of what the explanation was, Runa placed a hand to her chest and took a deep breath. Now, they could focus on what came next.

Figuring out just what was going on and who was participating.

On taking a quick look at the pictures on the phone, the girl frowned for a moment. One of them was clearly Japanese, and had a pair of branching antlers much like a dragon.

It was a bit of a longshot, but her own Servant was deeply associated with Japanese myths. Runa herself had a few guesses, but if Benienma recognized her...

"Saber, do you recognize the horned girl?" she asked.

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"I am fine, Master," Artoria insisted, brushing aside her Master's concern. Indeed, it did not seem that she had suffered any serious injury... but it seemed a piece of debris had indeed cut into her right shoulder, at some point.

It was not important.

"Master, are you unharmed?" she asked, glancing at the fading remains of the deceased Caster for a moment before returning her attention to her Master, as well as the departing figure of the rough-tempered Lancer. "If so, we should depart as swiftly as possible in order to pursue the others involved in this farce."

This foolishness, endangering the innocent people of Fusang... what were they thinking?!

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Nanako yelped as her Servant shoved her roughly behind a nearby counter, but it was hardly difficult to see why she'd done so. They'd just been greeted by a whole squad of heavily armed guards!

Peering out from behind the counter, she could see them, brandishing guns and other weaponry. Spears, swords, bows and arrows... were those mystic codes? If so, that was the only thing Meltryllis had to worry about.

Or any of these Servants had to worry about, for suddenly Meltryllis had been joined by two more Servants, who had into the hall and began helping to break through the guards! It was a tall girl in a wedding dress-like outfit with a huge mace, and a vicious girl using her bare hands.

It was... gruesome. Nanako still wasn't so used to violence, seeing the guards torn apart, holes blown through torsos, struck with enough force to collapse their chest cavities... but she reminded herself once more that they were trying to hurt her. Their entire goal was to kill anyone who entered.

The remaining guards were already retreating through the door they'd initially emerged from.

"Muuuu, and you're the best they had?" complained the disembodied voice. "Fiiiiiine, I guess I'll have to help out~!"

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