[center][h1][b][color=014E2E]Rhodri Bowen[/color][/b][/h1]

[i][sub]Basilica, Old Town, Sion, Switzerland[/sub][/i][/center] 

[quote=The Representative]"The situation on the other hill seems worth observing. But we can take care of it if you'd rather go to the church right away."[/quote]

Taking the offered bionoculars without hesitation, the mage used them to try to get a glimpse in the distance at what was going on. Ah. It wasn't as clear as the sight of a proper familiar, but it was certainly close enough in a comparatively modern sense. This was one thing so many magi missed, because as much as human civilization itself changed....many things remained the same as they ever had, and that could be used for magecraft. But, given it was just a pair of bionoculars he was using, that point was moot compared to the more general idea of what he was thinking of in his mind. Boulders being thrown, attacks being launched, spears clashing, challenges being met....ah, such was the nature of this battlefield thus far it seemed. A good thing to take note of, especially for details of what the castle-camping mage was able to do. But still...was that a golden sheep that one servant was riding on?! What was this, Jason and the Argonauts-....hmm. He'd have tgo come back to that one, actually. 

The edges of his mouth tugged up ever so slightly, all before he lowered the binoculars and handed them politely back to Archer's most representative body once more. 

[color=90EE90]"Seems we've a rather likely Rider, in my eyes, and unless the one taking on the undesireable task of charging a fortified position is a pretty good Saber we might have a madman of a servant there in turn. A potential Berserker? Ah, the start of this is going about as chaotic as I'd heard these Grail War events can be. But at least the basic information is good enough for now, eh?"[/color]

His tone switched to something more formal, given he was about to head inside, though he couldn't help but toss a little something in at the very end regardless. He was still himself, after all, and no one else. It was still a concern, though, if they had a Rider tossing rocks and a Berserker bold enough to challenge that alongside a master who seemed something other than human by the looks of things. It was peculiar, just as much as that golden sheep and sunlit arrows raining down without anyone having to aim them. He'd do a little digging, but that sort of thing felt mythological to him at the very least. Could be hints at a potential enemy master's abilities as well, if they could fortify in such a position and attack from afar. 

...Made that castle a much more convincing target, that much was for sure, though they'd have to see how things panned out perhaps before making a proper plan out of it all. Hmm?

[color=90EE90]"I'll prefer to head inside to introduce myself in the end, but you can come along if you wish to bring some of these questions you and your peers might have for the Holy Church. I can't imagine your positions in life left you....much an idea of certain things as they work on this side of the shadows, yes? Not that either side has it pleasant from my understanding, but I'll not wish to deny you all a chance to ask questions. You deserve that much at least on this occasion, despite being forced back into a warzone of sorts once more."[/color]

He spoke as he got carefully out of the sidecar of the old-fashioned motorcycle, even as his mind was making itself up on another side matter. Indeed, Jules would be given some of his own personal change of clothes, however, to try to blend him in better either way the next day though. That much wasn't up for negotiation. Dated clothing was still clothing, but they had to treat it like modern camoflauge used by modern soldiers in a sense. That much they perhaps could grasp given the Grail's provision of knoweldge to servants to accomodate them to the times, after all, and hopefully they could all be on the same page of that. It wasn't malice in contradicing them there, but they were in a warzone whether anyone wanted it to be or not and needed to treat it like one at all times as best as they could. Rules or no rules, people could break them and problems could very well arise in some subspecies ritual like this one. 

It was not an ideal scenario in any fashion, then, whether it was for shopping during the broad daylight or fighting during the night like thhis. The Nadelkiss made made it that way, one way or another, and now the consequences would bear their fruit as the mages sat to the side trying to harvest everyone else's hard work. Such a tease and tricky sort, weren't they~

[color=90EE90]"But I'd request to please keep the scouting tight about the Basilica, using binoculars and such to observe from afar without pointing a weapon at the situation just to see through a scope. I know you all know what neutrality and such is, but we are not to engage anyone else here or engage anyone elsewhere from this position. Simply....observe things only, stay out of sight, and do so from afar as best as you can from safe ground here. Take notes, even, or get someone back at base to jot stuff down too as the others observe, perhaps. Information is gold in these scenarios and modern ones alike, but we're treading a very thin line here as it is.   

Tact, from what I've gathered, is also not a guarantee in these little conflicts by far. But we do not need to be the ones to cross a line first, as it were, with regard to the rules. War, from what I've gathered as well, isn't so kind in any mundane or magical sense alike either from what both of us might already grasp at this venture."[/color]

He was keeping his tone of voice just barely loud enough to communicate clearly with The Representative next to him, had been since they arrived even, before seeking to make eye contact and gesturing to the front doors of the Basilica with a mild but distinct tilt of his head in that direction. After thus, then, Rhodri would make his way toward the front doors of the Basilica to open them knock, politely open them when proper if he got a response or not, and head inside for a friendly chat! That wouldn't be harmful, would it? He hoped not, because it was just the first night after all~

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[center][h1][b][color=40FD14]Philoctetes[/color][/b][/h1]

[i][sub]Tourbillon Stadium, East End, Residential District, Sion[/sub][/i][/center] 

He could feel her grin without even having to look at her, the edges of his own mouth perking up again slightly too, though he was admittedly keeping his eyes on the battle properly so they could keep observing things as they developed from their comfortable little position. Spears were clashing, now, and more serious attacks were being launched by both parties. Ah, a proper fight without any of the fanfare and sneaky crap! All the same, however, the question of if a Rider could beat an Archer at a ranged combat scenario was something that could be dependent on how it went down. For example, if anyone closed the distance fast enough or such like. He...was a little more aware of that after certain matters had resolved themselves in his life, perhaps, or simply later and now due to hindsight as a servant at worst he figured. 

Besides, he felt his master was 'right on the money', as the modern saying went, about the situation of Apollo and another Troy. In fact, the very same man who had beaten and sacked it the first time had used and later given him this bow and arrows of all things. Not to mention that meek little Trojan princeling's brother's prophecy tying the same bow would be needed to bring down Troy might still hold sway. E-t-c. Diomedes would've gone on about the 'will of the gods being undefiable' if he'd said it around him, heh, but that was just a side thought really. Guy was a great hero but could be a bit preachy when it came to the gods' will, even if he was one of Athena's favorites. Though based on how he'd apparently escape the mess to come after the war, well, he wasn't trying to disrespect his fellow warrior and a stalwart king either. 

However, his master was right in that it would indeed also take some sneaky work to get inside of Troy this time. This especially after how well-known the story seemed to be among humans in the West, if nothing else, but such a sneaky plan to get inside and burn it down to ruins had worked before. It had worked because of that clever, sneaky assho-...ahem, because of the other one of Athena's favorites who had managed that much in the past, yeah. At this point he had some respect for the matter, though, even if part of him felt a desire for the rush of combat once more. 

[quote=Frederica]"And besides..." She looked at Archer without really looking at him. "Making your base Troy when one of the heroes that sacked Troy is present is some pretty bad luck."[/quote]

Was she trying to butter him up like that? Heh. Either way he'd smile a bit more too but would try to internally shrug it off a bit regardless. Wasn't the time to get his head fulla' hot air, else it'd be ten stupid years before they got anything done. Not that he blamed wanting to get out there like he and Achilles' kid had wanted to after getting there. What, did glory and victory come by waiting around all the time? No! But their victory had only come after not taking that route, and he remembered that much rather well indeed. 

[color=40FD14]"Could call it that...one could call it 'fate', even."[/color]

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