[hider=Sandwiches and Train Stations]“[color=add8e6]You should reserve some of your strength, Char,[/color]” Scarlett says. “[color=add8e6]If these are just bog-standard sentries, then, most likely, they spend a lot of time standing around. If that’s the case, their summoner isn’t going to think much of them ceasing movement,[/color]” she says, taking a big bite of her baby sandwich, “[color=add8e6]That said, Assassins pair best with Casters, in my experience; a flashy distraction for a subdued assailant. As such, I’d like to head inside and set up a workshop. See if I can’t transmute more Dolls...[/color]”

The Ulster Servant would nod, saying: [color=8dc73f][b]"Small-fries like that are barely worth the fight. I bet it was kinda boring for the rest too. As for making a workshop,"[/b][/color] Celtchar would look from the rooftop down to Leon, cupping his hands to half-yell and be heard, saying: [color=8dc73f][b]"Leader, think we have the time for making a workshop? It could be helpful, with this being a half-rescue. Not to mention, Archimedes did say that one of those Servants was being pursued by another. Could be one of our’s chasing. I can stay here and bring Scarlett as soon as the workshop is established."[/b][/color]

It may not be a bad idea to at least have a fallback location, since fighting that many Servants consecutively would take its toll on all of them, the Masters most of all. Adding on at the end, Celtchar would say: [color=8dc73f][b]"Oh, but if you want to do that at the station, that works too."[/b][/color]

“[color=add8e6]Unless the station is infested with skeletons, in which case, I can do nothing,[/color]” Scarlett says, “[color=add8e6]I wouldn’t know. I haven’t got that far. There’s clearly a heightened enemy presence moving forward,[/color]” she says, concluding sarcastically, “[color=add8e6]and, maybe I’m crazy for not wanting to rush ahead, but a place to set up our bearings and know is safe tends to be good for that.[/color]”

Scarlett munched the last of her sandwich, and hashed out, “[color=add8e6]Buff wuff do I no? Ah’m juff a ‘cout.[/color]”

Without looking at her, Celtchar would poke his Master’s stuffed cheeks. [color=8dc73f][b]”Don’t talk with your mouth full. If you die to something stupid like a sandwich, I’ll just laugh to death. Anyways, even if we have to wait to set up a workshop, I can keep Scarlett safe."[/b][/color]

“[color=add8e6]Ah woffint![/color]” Scarlett swallowed, nipping at Celtchar’s fingers - something like a playful child or a wild puppy.

That however would get her flicked on her forehead in retaliation.

“[color=add8e6]Rude![/color]” Scarlett huffed, before looking into the sky. Hard marching into downtime. Rubbing her arm, she released Heartstring from Heartbeat; jamming the knife into her arm - reloading and reuniting the Mystic Codes once again.[/hider][hr][hider=Mages and Firefighters]
Elise did have to admit, getting praised for fighting efficiently felt good, even if most of it was just on the basic fact that Casters were just mana efficient Servants in general. Still, she'd say: [color=fdc68a][b]"Thanks Archimedes! I'll let you know if Bunbuku needs a power-up."[/b][/color]

With the rather…interesting scene unfolding on the rooftop, Elise nearly completely forgot what she was going to say before finally braining hard enough to recall. Turning on her heel to Leon, she would say: [color=fdc68a][b]"Hey, Leon? I have a proposal. Orson said there was a fading Servant to the South that might be Chaldean. I’m the only one of us with healing magic, and Bunbuku is fast enough that we can get away from a non-Assassin Servant, in most cases. While you guys secure the station, I could try and ensure we have at least one ally in all this."[/b][/color]

“[color=6B573B][b]Committing myself to the task of running away is easy enough,[/b][/color]” Bunbuku says. “[color=6B573B][b]I won’t lie, though, I’ve zero interest in rescuing anyone, unless they are on the path. As disagreeable as you all seem to find it, Scarlett was not completely off by suggesting to ditch Team A,[/b][/color]” she puffed smoke into the air, “[color=6B573B][b]After all, let’s be pragmatic about this. They are lost to sensors, radio, and vital readings indicate no activity in their brains or hearts. So, they are either dead or they removed their Mystic Codes to avoid detection.[/b][/color]”

“[color=6B573B][b]Sure, finding them would be a boon. I don’t disagree with that, either,[/b][/color]” Bunbuku says. “[color=6B573B][b]However, if they are in bad shape, wasting our own limited resources on mending them, and babysitting them, detracts from the primarily goal of ending this Singularity,[/b][/color]” she tapped her kiseru against her heel, “[color=6B573B][b]A goal they failed to accomplish, mind. That doesn’t inspire confidence.[/b][/color]”

“[color=6B573B][b]Still, as they say, Servants serve. I’m just suggesting pragmatism...[/b][/color]” Bunbuku concluded. She wasn’t taking sides, left or right, good or bad, but clearly valuing her own welfare, first and foremost - a common Caster trait.

Elise always had a feeling she’d have to butt heads with her Servant over something, but wasn’t expecting it to be now of all things. Listlessly going along with a plan wasn’t exactly the greatest thing, especially when she was sure Bunbuku could just knock Elise out and drag her back if it came down to a rescue going south. Even still-

[color=fdc68a][b]"Just because its pragmatic doesn’t make it the best choice,"[/b][/color] Elise said outright. [color=fdc68a][b]"Saving one person doesn’t mean our mission succeeds. I’m aware of that. But any person we rescue is bound to have a better idea of what’s going on than any of us here, or in the command room. And that’s why I’m the person best suited to try and find anyone in a position to go off and heal someone, with your efficient fighting style and my potion-craft."[/b][/color] Approaching her Servant, Elise would add: [color=fdc68a][b]"Besides, If we were the smart, pragmatic, snicker behind fifty five seal kind of mages, we’d be in our cozy little workshops instead of actively doing dangerous work. Think of it as firefighting, if it makes the illogical nature of my decision any more palatable."[/b][/color]

Standing directly before Bunbuku, Elise wasn’t backing down from her plan unless Leon outright denied it. [color=fdc68a][b]"I won’t use a Command Spell on you to make you follow my plan if you don’t want to. But right now, information and manpower are things we’re utterly outclassed in by whoever could take all of Team A down."[/b][/color]

Bunbuku hummed, before she clicked the flint in her kiseru, and passed it to Elise. “[color=6B573B][b]Hm.[/b][/color]” she held it with intention.

Elise would take a drag of it, blowing the smoke into the air before handing it back.

“[color=6B573B][b]Alright, Firefighter Master o’ mine,[/b][/color]” Bunbuku says, clapping her hand, “[color=6B573B][b]Let’s go follow the smoke. I’ll extinguish the flames, and you save the lives.[/b][/color]”

Bunbuku was a simple Caster. Aimless, beyond her smoking and drinking. A peace pipe was as simple as an agreement she needed. It was timeless, rife with honor, and acknowledged equality between those that shared it.

It was probably a little hard on Elise, though, smoking Earl Grey tea leaves.

Oh definitely, considering she was hacking up a lung, expecting tobacco and getting a potent herbal scent flooding her nose and mouth. [color=fdc68a][b]"Ugh…y-yeah…Leon? That plan sound good?"[/b][/color]
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