[hider=Lancer and Scarlett Mobilizing] As soon as Libra mentioned Saber, Scarlett was already out the window; armed and moving out. Loosely, he’d given her the right to go-ahead at her ready, and that was all she wanted - to be away from him, away from Capricorn, before she did something beyond speak. To be lectured about not listening, and then demonstrated monstrous hypocrisy - [color=add8e6][i]That little shit. I’m not listening? I readily agreed with Celtchar, and then suddenly, I’m being told I should follow through on an idea I already said yes to!?[/i][/color] - on the highest level before Leon tried to make a plan that she neither cared to hear or follow. “[color=add8e6]Celtchar, I can handle myself on the ground. So, you take to the rooves,[/color]” she says, “[color=add8e6]Unless you can do that spooky ghost thing, in which case, let’s swap. The rooves aren’t so far apart that I can’t jump the gaps.[/color]” Prior to departing, Celtchar would sigh, holding his sheathed lance over his shoulders with his arms over it. [color=8dc73f][b]"Yeah, I’m all for taking point. Don’t worry, I’ll scope out the river. But don’t hang around too long. Place reeks of something wrong with it…Saber’s instincts are on the money."[/b][/color] Heading towards the window, his body would begin to dissolve as he entered his spirit form, giving one last regard to Leon and Connor by saying: [color=8dc73f][b]"If you’re gonna stay put, do as mages do and make it a pain in the ass to get inside."[/b][/color] Catching up with little effort to Scarlett, Celtchar would re-materialize, running backwards atop the rooftops while looking at his Master. [color=8dc73f][b]"Archimedes said the bridge is a hot zone, so I’m going to make that a caution area. I know we agreed to fight together, but if its multiple Servants, I’ll have to ask you to stand back. And, sure I can move in my Spirit form, but are you sure you wouldn’t rather take the road?"[/b][/color] Dropping down before Scarlett, Celtchar would say: [color=8dc73f][b]"Also, don’t forget one important thing. To trust me. I’ll keep you safe if the situation calls for it."[/b][/color] “[color=add8e6]I’m a gunner. I specialize in the high ground and staying back,[/color]” Scarlett says, “[color=add8e6]Unless there’s an Archer or an offensive Caster present, I will be safe in your shadow,[/color]” she says, smiling up at him. “[color=add8e6]However, I am glad I can trust you... I have.... I.... hrm...[/color]” Scarlett seemed wary to speak, glancing at her collar, where her issued Mystic Code’s radio was located. Celtchar would note her hesitancy to speak, before smirking. [color=8dc73f][b]"Oh I know, I’m as devilishly handsome as Diarmuid and have completely stolen the words from your mouth,"[/b][/color] he said, slicking his hair back with a hand, before descending beside her, taking his lance and gouging the Earth while keeping the facade up, writing out: “Shh” in the concrete. [color=8dc73f][b]"My ridiculously handsome face aside, let’s get you up on the rooftops. I’ll turn any skeletons we run into into bone meal,"[/b][/color] he said, picking Scarlett up in his arms before depositing her on the roof. Scarlett would meep, blushing as she was pulled up, before she pulled out her “helpful book”, and started writing in Gaelic script with a bit of Modern Irish script to fill in the blanks. <[color=567d46][i]I don’t trust Orson.[/i][/color]> Scarlett sucked on her pen nib, as before the green pen hit the page again. <[color=567d46][i]I don’t trust Archimedes, either.[/i][/color]> Snatching the book, Celtchar would write with her pen in a much messier script, saying: Scarlett nodded, taking the book back. <[color=567d46][i]I feel like you are the only one I can. However...[/i][/color]> Her eyes turned to look at him, before she continued. <[color=567d46][i]How much of that loyalty is in me, and not the oath that binds we?[/i][/color]> Another snatching, this time with Celtchar saying: [color=8dc73f][b]"Are you drawing my handsome face in there? Nice, nice, my beard looks perfect in that color,"[/b][/color] as he wrote out: “[color=add8e6]Not much else to do, while you’re carrying me. Damn bridge must be far off...[/color]” Scarlett says, before writing out. <[color=567d46][i]Screw you. I’m an Alchemist. Not a fucking Mage. As you’ve seen, I’m a woman of action.[/i][/color]> Celtchar smirked. [color=8dc73f][b]"Who the hell said I was carrying you all the way there?"[/b][/color] he said before putting her on her feet. Fast as could be he would write: “[color=add8e6]You better not slow down,[/color]” Scarlett says, nodding to his written message. “[color=add8e6]Since I have a life force, I’ll play the role of bait. Skeletons love that kind of shit,[/color]” she says, “[color=add8e6]Sound like a plan?[/color]” [color=8dc73f][b]"Not really. It’d be better to go along to the bridge and avoid fighting as much as we can aside from mopping up stragglers."[/b][/color] “[color=add8e6]Yes, but if we turn the enemy force’s attention in a direction we favour...[/color]” Scarlett hinted. [color=8dc73f][b]"So long as I get to crack some skulls, I guess I don’t care. Let’s go!"[/b][/color] Scarlett smiled, and started for the bridge. “[color=add8e6]The plan is simple,[/color]” she says, “[color=add8e6]We’ll go underneath it, to the other side, and then attack from there in quick strikes. That will open the enemy to a flanking attack.[/color]” [color=8dc73f][b]"Got it. But if we spot a Servant, you let me do the fighting."[/b][/color] “[color=add8e6]Deal,[/color]” Scarlett says, “[color=add8e6][b]Still Heart.[/b][/color]” she says, before Cletchar could hear her heartbeat slow down to dangerously slow BPM. She was all but perfectly hidden to anything listening hard enough. With their plan in motion, Celtchar and Scarlett would cut their way to the bridge, ready to face whatever awaited them as the vanguard…[/hider] [hr] [hider=Meanwhile…] Elise stared in horror at the knife being presented. So that was human blood…and from a renowned family’s member. Something had gone wrong with this place to be certain but…had it been caused by interference, or a naturally occurring branch in a series of decisions? Regardless, Elise would shake her head, saying: [color=fdc68a][b]"So, we have a knife, a blood type, and that’s it…we don’t really have a lot to go on with this. But…maybe we should do as Celtchar said and fortify this place if we’re going to stay put. But…frankly, I’m not the type of Mage with a lot of spells for fortifying an area. Best I can do is make a minor bounded field with some of the plants but that would take a ritual."[/b][/color] Getting an idea, Elise would go and get Bunbuku in the kitchen to see if the knife had come from the kitchen…and it certainly seemed it had, judging from the missing knife in the sharpening block. [color=fdc68a][b]"Bunbuku, we might be having the Servants mobilize towards the bridge. Think you’re combat ready?"[/b][/color] “[color=6B573B][b]Yeah, but I don’t see the point,[/b][/color]” Bunbuku says. “[color=6B573B][b]Scarry and Charry already left. I assume they are going to the bridge,[/b][/color]” she says, “[color=6B573B][b]If I had to guess, based on the average warrior tactics, they are going to cross the bridge somehow, and distract, so better for Mordy and Franny to go, and hit them from behind.[/b][/color]” Elise would shake her head, saying: [color=fdc68a][b]"If we knew the enemy numbers that’d be a valid tactic. But we need to bring out all our firepower just in case we’re up against an equal or greater number of Servants. After all, do you think Celtchar could take on five of Mordred if it came down to it? Just based on what you can tell about their strengths?"[/b][/color] “[color=6B573B][b]Probably,[/b][/color]” Bunbuku says. “[color=6B573B][b]Charry isn’t stupid. He would goad Mordy into a trap - he seem like the hunter-type, after all - and take each of them out, one by one,[/b][/color]” she says, “[color=6B573B][b]Not to mention his lance and its bloody smell... well... we’ll worry about that if it comes to it.[/b][/color]” Elise wasn’t sure how Bunbuku figured any one Servant could beat five strong Sabers, but would say: [color=fdc68a][b]"Okay, but you have to admit he’d fare better with backup. Regardless, please, just get ready. Much as I look forward to your cooking, right now clearing out hostiles is our top priority."[/b][/color] “[color=6B573B][b]Is that not what his Master is for,[/b][/color]” Bunbuku asks. Elise sighed, before saying: [color=fdc68a][b]"Bunbuku…I’m talking Servant-level backup. Besides, if you’re not there…"[/b][/color] She would suddenly point at Bunbuku Chagama, and say: [color=fdc68a][b]"Who would make sure that Lancer gets a nice hot cup of tea after a raging battle!?"[/b][/color] Bunbuku sighed, before drawing on her kiseru. “[color=6B573B][b]Guilt tripping me,[/b][/color]” she asks. “[color=6B573B][b]I’m impressed.[/b][/color]” Elise playfully stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, knocking herself on the head once. [color=fdc68a][b]"Caught me! But I am a mage y’know. And its more efficient than burning a Command Spell."[/b][/color] “[color=6B573B][b]Very well,[/b][/color]” Bunbuku says. “[color=6B573B][b]Come along. I’m sure it’s best that we get to moving on. If anything, perhaps, it is best I come along, since my Noble Phantasm will be quite useful.[/b][/color]” [color=fdc68a][b]"Mhm, mhm. I’ll go with you and the other Servants too. Once everyone’s ready, of course."[/b][/color] “[color=6B573B][b]Do hurry them up,[/b][/color]” Bunbuku says. “[color=6B573B][b]I’m not made of either time or patience.[/b][/color]” Elise would go ahead and get things ready, wondering how a tea kettle lacked patience. Fire burned hot. But, water yielded at its own pace. And yet, fire still burned hot, impatiently trying to bring the water to its temperature, until it did so. Returning to the men of the squad, she would say: [color=fdc68a][b]"So, Bunbuku is ready to depart. How long do you think until we can get Frankenstein and Mordred ready to move?"[/b][/color] [/hider]