[h3] Theodora Shinto District, Fuyuki Church[/h3] [@Breo] [hr] She was salivating. She actually was. She could feel the saliva drip down her chin, with her only barely catching it before her Master had exited the building. Theodora had no idea who this Father Kotomine was, but the darkness lurking within him was something truly delectable. It was a walking calamity waiting to occur. The amount of darkness within was astounding, even by Theodora’s standards. It was well guarded, supported with a decent enough facade and mask. This Father Kotomine was not someone who would give into that calamity naturally, they were well too guarded. It was odd, actually. He should have given into his darkness at least a decade prior. What made him so resilient? He was empty, she could tell. The darkness within should have filled that empty spot. For a man who seemed decently long-lived, maybe he simply never had the right encounter? Never before had he been properly encountered and shown the true way to live? As it stood, he was a man with a strong defense against his demon which lurked inside. This was fine, Theodora was especially good at breaking them down. In fact, the only way to get any sort of darkness out of him was to be an existence similar to Theodora herself. It was a perfect compatibility. A match made in heaven, if you will. To break down the pillars of such a man was going to be quite the show… Unfortunately, it wasn’t to occur in the immediate future. While she was actually quite pleased with her Master, they were someone who was an “ally” of this man. It wasn’t something her Master would allow, at least for now. Theodora wasn’t the type to take much stock in this Master and Servant relationship, but she would try to accommodate them to some degree. The sins hiding within her Master weren’t worth tearing out. They were the sort to develop naturally as this sort of event blossomed. Her Master entered this war as a child, but they would surely exit it as an adult. This was the sort of prophecy that Theodora was able to give, even if such things like divination were beyond her. As this was the case, Theodora felt she could simply get along with her Master. They were a good Christian girl, much like herself. What else would make the two compatible? Was it ⬛?Or ⬛? Maybe ⬛? Who was to say? Despite walking side-by-side with their Master for a bit, the Servant was caught in her own little world. It wasn’t until her Master called by her Class that she began to pay any attention to the situation at hand. She laughed a small laugh at her partner’s frustration with the language. It was cute seeing her get all flustered. That wasn’t the sort of thing you would normally see from a member of the Church. “The grail only provides so much, but I can make a guess. I was a polyglot in life, you know? Japanese has a limited amount of sounds, causing similar words, which requires an obtuse way to differentiate them.” In that regard, it wasn’t too different from spoken Latin. Now, the written version of Japanese was much more cursed than Latin. “You speak it fine, at least, according to my ears. The Japanese are an overly polite people, wearing their societal masks much more readily than those from your homeland. They would never insult your grasp of the language. As long as the Japanese don’t say something like “Nihongo Jouzu,” you can consider your Japanese solid. It may sound like a compliment, but it isn’t. Masks can be even more painful than the reality which lies underneath them.” This wasn’t an insult or anything. To Theodora, all of society was simply hiding in their own little masks, scared of ever revealing themselves to the world. It was a sad existence, never being able to reveal one’s true nature. This was fine, she would reveal it for them in time. It was a mercy she was willing to offer everyone. “I guess I can help you out with the reading, though practice makes perfect with these sorts of things.” She materializes next to her master to read the note, patting the Executor's head as she does so. “Oh, we can worry about that little thing later. When one has a deep hunger, they must do anything they can to satisfy it~!” A small wink was given at the end of the sentence. “The note says that it is in Miyama. Let me lead you there~!” She takes her partner’s hand into her own, then begins her charge down the hill into Shinto. [hr] [h3]Moving into Shinto Center into Miyama[/h3]