[h3][b]Elexis Christoforou
Shinto District, Shinto Town, Verde Shopping Center[/b][/h3]
[@Sakaki Chizuru]

Scary, scary.

Then again, she supposed it was something that should be expected from one such as Empress Theodora to be a terrifying woman.

Still, someone could be scary and speak sense nonetheless.

The Executor looked at her own glass for all of a second, hesitantly raising it to clink against Assassin’s. As it was expected from someone of her upbringing, while she was aware of the general signs and protocols in this sort of affair, her motions were uncertain and somewhat stilted.

It seemed that the big, bad heretic hunter could just not handle something as simple as social situations. 

[color=aba000]“...Yeah, I’d like that,”[/color] She murmured, taking a sip from the glass. [color=aba000]“Heretical this ritual might be, the Command Mantra appearing on my hand were surely providence at work. After all, if we can win it—”[/color]

Yes, the Holy Grail this war is fought over was a tool crafted by magi, but those of the special divisions had no fear of involving themselves in heretical affairs.

If the Command Mantra hadn’t appeared, she’d have not spared the thing a single thought beyond what she had been originally dispatched for, but considering present circumstances, she chose to interpret it as a genuine message.

[color=aba000]“—After all, if we can attain it, I might yet be able to save even more.”[/color]

When one attempts to save people as a human, they ultimately find themselves face to face with a simple truth: ultimately, [i]one can only save the people in front of them[/i].  

Regardless of the method, that was an unavoidable reality — a reality that came with “being human”.

Even someone as her, as willing and able to cram as much as she could in the limited time she’d been allotted on this Earth, was bound by that one rule

However, if one possessed that sort of artifact, if its powers were within their grasp, then that rule would change. After all, if nothing else, if there was something that could be likened to “miraculous” when it was used in that kind of manner, it would be its scope.

She had the way. She had the will. She only lacked the means.

Turning her head to the side, lost in thought, she stared at the darkened sky, idly noting that they should get ready to move out and see what came of tonight. And then, for just one second— 

[color=aba000]“...Did someone throw a flare? Well, that’s...one way to call attention to yourself, I guess. Maybe we can get the night started with some sightseeing, Assassin.”[/color]

Scoping out the competition was only natural, after all, especially considering both their specialties.

[h3]Moving To Shinto Town Streets[/h3]