"[color=add8e6]So, this is what we have to deal with? A mouthy cunt with a sword, whatever that stitched up mess is, a walking, talk, Miss Potts, and my contribution of a bloody old man with a pointy stick,[/color]" Scarlett says, taking a critical appraisal, since their Director thought it best to point out their lack of range. "[color=add8e6]I suppose, as far as Servants go, this isn’t a bad lot - sword, hammer, spear, and spellcaster; pretty generic set up, though, begs the question,[/color]" she says, "[color=add8e6]What are we supposed to do? Stay back, and play Babysitter Battery, while the Servants do all the work? End up in the same position at your vaulted Team A?[/color]"

"[color=add8e6]More to the point, why should we prioritize finding your Team A’s Ranged Master first and foremost,[/color]" Scarlett asks, "[color=add8e6]What? Because we didn’t happen to summon an Archer, or specialized ranged-type Servant of another Class, you think we’re inherently weaker without this Helena and her Master,[/color]" she crossed her arms, Heartstring held in a loose grip that belied how swiftly she could strength it, "[color=add8e6]And, if we find someone else? Can we reasonably ignore them? They aren’t priority, after all.[/color]"

[color=8dc73f][b]"Oi, Oi…Master, are you the kind of person that just complains about every order given?"[/b][/color] Celtchar asked, rubbing the back of his neck before cracking it side to side. [color=8dc73f][b]"And, the more allies we have in general, the better. Just because they’re not a priority doesn’t mean you turn them away. For someone who’s a teacher you sure don’t like thinking on your feet, huh?"[/b][/color] Celtchar would then turn to face her, adding on: [color=8dc73f][b]"And, also, as my Master your job is to provide support and keep yourself from dying while distracting the enemy or taking down lesser threats. So, don’t engage Servants without backup. Otherwise, I’ll be left high and dry, and you’ll be left bleeding out on the floor. Sound good?"[/b][/color]

"[color=add8e6]Complaint and Concerns are two sides of the same coin,[/color]" Scarlett says, sharply. Heartstring pulsed in time with hers, as she tightened her hold upon it. "[color=add8e6]And, we’ll establish very simply ground rules, here, and now, Celtchar,[/color]" she says, "[color=add8e6]Insult my profession again, and I will put a bullet between your eyes without hesitation. Underestimate me again, and I will prove I am not a distraction, but a threat,[/color]"she says, "[color=add8e6]The Throne of Heroes gave you power, you position, and your mission. Every bit of strength you have is borrowed, curtailed upon the Human-born Legends and Fables. Mine are earned. I will defend them to my last breath - be that you lance run me through or my own blood piercing my skull.[/color]"

"[color=add8e6]Surely, the merits of respecting hardwork and honoring victories through trial are not lost on you?[/color]"

A brief pause would overtake Celtchar, while he idly wondered if this Master was even worth the migraines she was going to cause with her attitude. Borrowed power? Bullets between his eyes? It was the equivalent of a child throwing a tantrum at an adult and claiming they were technically correct. But, none of that particularly mattered as the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. [color=8dc73f][b]"Deal then. Oh, and, say that the throne gave me every ounce of my power again, and I’ll run you through so fast you won’t even have a chance to say ‘oops’. Got it?"[/b][/color] he asked, stooping to his Master’s eye-level, looking her dead in the eyes.

She’d know the eyes of a mercenary warrior, one who survived by killing. Those weren’t the eyes of someone who stood on laurels and borrowed power. Those were the eyes of a man who’s sole concern was what needed killing and what he’d get out of it. [color=8dc73f][b]"I’m glad my Master has some balls at least. Mages tend to cower in fear at the idea of something that can kill them in an instant and isn’t a little lapdog. Saber over there is probably the most dangerous one here in a straight fight. But, do keep one thing in mind,"[/b][/color] he’d say, standing back up and letting Scarlett have her personal space back. [color=8dc73f][b]"My body’s made of magic. If I bleed, I can be fixed easy enough. And if I die, it doesn’t affect you. But if you die, we both die. So, that should make it obvious that I don’t want you dying. Simple math, right teach?"[/b][/color]

"[color=add8e6]Simple,[/color]" Scarlett says, before she stepped back - her right arm bleeding, and Heartbeat pressed to her temple. "[color=add8e6]Multiplication. Division. Addition. Subtraction. Escalation. Submission. Tension. Resolution,[/color]" she says, trigger discipline on display, as she held the gun without shaking. "[color=add8e6]It seems, though....[/color]" she smiled, tilted her head, "[color=add8e6]We’ve reached an accord. So, we’ll play by your rules, for now,[/color]" Scarlett beamed, "[color=add8e6]I like a man of action, after all. Reminds me of the old days. Maybe, I can refire that flame again.[/color]"

"[color=add8e6]A... hm....[/color]" Scarlett drifted off, as her arm crackled and healed, and extended her right hand; hostler her weapon. "[color=add8e6]Master. Servant. Scarlett. Celtchar,[/color]" she says, “Scar and Char!? We have a partnership nickname!”

Celtchar was taking this seriously up until the goofy nickname, losing his footing all of a sudden. [color=8dc73f][b]"The hell!? You’re bleeding and have a gun to your head and THAT’S the last thing out of your mouth!?"[/b][/color] he questioned. [color=8dc73f][b]"...Now I’m slightly regretting telling you my True Name…"[/b][/color] he said, sighing. [color=8dc73f][b]"Anyways, heal yourself before you bleed out. The mission hasn’t even started yet and you’re wounded.”"[/b][/color]

"[color=add8e6]What wound,[/color]" Scarlett asks, keeping her arm extended, the slice gone, and all that was left was paling skin - rough and uneven, from years of bloodletting and alchemical healing. "[color=add8e6]C’mon, shake. You wanna be friends, right? Shake,[/color]" she asks, "[color=add8e6]Or, is that too much for an old man, like you?[/color]"

Celtchar chuckled, before taking her hand. [color=8dc73f][b]"You’re fucking bizarre, Master. I like it. Oi, Director. I think we’re good to go. We’ll find your Caster Master and whoever else we can."[/b][/color]

"[color=add8e6]As he said, let us be off,[/color]" Scarlett says, pleasantly.