[color=6ecff6][h3][center]Hagen von Tronje[/center][/h3][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]{As you say, Master.}[/i][/color] Jerome would feel a presence, something brush across his shoulder like a chill wind. The only indication that his servant was there outside of the karmic bond. Despite the Draconic Reactor set up to supply him with energy, it seemed he was still focused on conserving as much as possible. An invisible guardian that had lingered around the apartment and building, ensuring his master's safety.

[color=6ecff6][i]{Last night, I took the liberty of observing the immediate surroundings. Anything further out would have put you at risk.}[/i][/color] The voice that echoed through their bond and into his head was surprisingly soft. It carried no tone, as if it came from one without emotions. Yet it had a melodic quality, like a voice more used to song and poetry. [color=6ecff6][i]{There is a breakfast shop not too far away that you can eat at. It doesn't seem of good quality, but it appeared edible from what the other tenants ate.} [/i][/color]

The voice stopped as it felt the magical energy signature as well. The formless presence almost wrapped around Jerome protectively, a nearly physical weight on his shoulders. His attention was not on his master, however, but the obvious battle in the distance. A slight hum carried through their bond, carrying with it an emotion—a detached curiosity.

[color=6ecff6][i]{Depending on the servants in question, they might not need to worry overly much about exposure. Or the Masters may have set up measures to hide whatever their encounter.}[/i][/color] Compared to before, his voice carried a slightly different tone. His interest was piqued. [color=6ecff6][i]{There is every chance, as well, however, that they don't care. The castle is vaguely out of the way, which might be enough for them.}[/i][/color]

He went silent as he considered whether it mattered. His attention turned back to his master, who had summoned him. A man he'd never expected or wanted, but who he would serve loyally all the same. One who he knew would get himself into danger if given the chance, especially if he believed he could get away with it. All he could do was give his advice. [color=6ecff6][i]{If you intend to get involved, I suggest utmost caution. While I don't doubt my abilities, there's every chance for someone to catch you off guard. I may not be able to be beside you.}[/i][/color]



[color=bc8dbf][center][h3]Frederica von Gotzen[/h3][/center][/color]

[color=bc8dbf]"... Well, they're having fun over there. Think we should join in?"[/color]

The tone made it fairly obvious it was only partly a joke.

A cold wind blew past the pair, sending her long white hair and scarf billowing past her. Her leather jacket was zipped tight against the wind. Rather than staring at the distant light flashes, she was staring down at her hand. She held a silver cylinder in one hand, covered in numbers that rapidly spun about its surface. On the other hand, she had a mundane smartphone with which she rapidly typed information. Recording everything the Rangefinder Luna gathered from that distant battle.

If any of those taking part in the battle had bothered to look, they would have noticed them. Frederica and her Archer were not exactly subtle. Positioned at the top of one of the spotlight towers at the Tourbillon Stadium, it gave them a grand view of the battle at Tourbillon Castle. It loomed over them even from their perch. It was a position she would have loved to take with Archer, but it did have one massive downside.

Putting yourself on a pedestal meant placing a target on your back.

Humming as she continued to write down the information gained from Rangefinder Luna, she put her mind to the Archer beside her. He was no hero of the greatest renown, but his legend was nothing to scoff at, and his abilities, while simple, were great. Perhaps because of their simplicity, they were great—a mastery of the fundamentals left very few weaknesses. With his gracious and easy-to-work-with personality, she knew she had lucked out in terms of her partner.

[color=bc8dbf]"If you see a chance to remove one of the combatants from over there, feel free to take it. If they're going to leave themselves so open, might as well punish them for it."[/color] She glanced away from Rangefinder Luna to look at him momentarily before turning to the surrounding city. Scanning it. [color=bc8dbf]"Unless you happen to see a better target, that I might be missing?"[/color]