There were a grand total of 1,065 total confirmed missing persons/confirmed fatalities in Antarctica, accounting for both on-land deaths and at-sea sunken ships. A cold and frigid place the likes of which life can scarcely exist upon the outskirts, Chaldea was located nearly in the center of it. Atop a mountain and isolated by a powerful storm, there was almost zero chance of a wandering spirit to make its way here...

And that's why for a certain geist-gazing-girl who was enjoying a cup of morning tea found this to be the most wonderful place on earth. No ghosts wandering the streets with bulging eyes and nooses hanging from their necks, no wailing vestiges of gun violence that had bullets dangling from their back from sinew and pain connecting them, and most certainly no abused animals wandering with slavering jaws, searching for the Master they're sure still loved them despite leaving them to die chained to a post. When one saw such things not only daily, but hourly...it started make walking around feel really icky, especially with the social pressures of "not screaming when a tormented spirit walks through you because that would be unladylike".

Well, now Cordelia Pelham was free to walk the halls of Chaldea with a smile on her face and her back straight, since there were absolutely no ghosts to speak of. ...Well, except the "Ghost-Liners". Servants. And thankfully in the walk to her morning homeroom class, the Servant that most aggravated her wasn't-

[color=f9ad81][i]"Hey, Master, I'm bored! Heading over now!"[/i][/color]

...Oh fuck.

[color=bc8dbf][i]"Samson that is REALLY not necessary, I have class soon and-"[/i][/color]

[color=f9ad81][i]"Eh!? Still? You already know how to read and write, the hell good is class going to do you?"[/i][/color]

Cordelia could already feel the migraine setting in. [color=bc8dbf][i]"As I've told you Samson, its a necessary part of Mastership. Besides, I rather enjoy the lessons here. They're a lot more understanding than many Clock Tower magi..."[/i][/color]

[color=f9ad81][i]"Still sounds boring to me...ah well, I'm still coming anyways."[/i][/color]

[color=bc8dbf][i]"That REALLY won't be necessary Samson-"[/i][/color] Cordelia thought, just before being swept up and off her feet by her Berserker, plopping her atop his shoulder while she held back her instincts to scream at being manhandled. [color=bc8dbf][b]"...Thank you, Samson,"[/b][/color] she managed to say through her gritted teeth.

Her Berserker of large stature beamed proudly. In all likelihood, he knew damn well his Master hated being pushed and tossed...but that's what made it fun to start with! [color=f9ad81][b]"Don't mention it,"[/b][/color] Samson said, with the most shit-eating grin on his face before he heard Cordelia's phone beeped. [color=f9ad81][b]"Finally get someone's number?"[/b][/color] he questioned.

Cordelia didn't even bother to respond to the jab at her single-status, happily a bachelorette and not a lech like her Servant. He'd gotten slapped by a fair number of Servants for his advances, some hard enough to dissuade him from further attempts. [color=bc8dbf][b]"...An assembly is happening at hall 11 at Five O'Clock..."[/b][/color]

[color=f9ad81][b]"...I thought there were only 10,"[/b][/color] Samson observed, his eyes narrowing a bit as he was actually on-guard. [color=f9ad81][b]"Might be a trap. Maybe someone wants to rip those special eyes out of your head."[/b][/color]

Cordelia grew pale in the face, just a bit, saying: [color=bc8dbf][b]"Please, stop joking about that! ...Regardless, this is an official announcement...it even has directions to the hall, So...I think I have to go."[/b][/color]

Samson didn't like sketchy directions and out-of-the-blue sneaky shit, so he'd be on his guard the entire day, scoping out if anyone was near his Master's room. 
[hr]When the appointed hour arrived, Cordelia would follow the written instructions on her phone while nervously looking over her shoulder constantly. Like, every three seconds. To anyone watching it was almost comedic. She looked like a burglar who just heard someone turn a light on, neck beginning to ache as she snapped it to and fro before she finally made her way to the door and literally started opening the door by [i]millimeters at a time.[/i] 

Samson, who was in his Spirit Form, was covering his non-existent mouth with his non-existent hand, trying not to burst out laughing at how Cordelia looked inches from screaming and running away from a [i]door.[/i]