[h2]Asteriel von Einzbern[/h2]

Night had fallen. No longer was it early enough where people were still busy rushing to and fro to arrange dinner, or get home from some early evening engagement, instead all but the vanishing minority of late-night eateries and convenience stores were closed, bars had emptied and forced their patrons away, and even the most workaholic salaryman had found their way to sleep [i]somewhere[/i].

In other words, the only time of night that the Grail War could be [i]freely[/i] conducted, lest there be far too much time spent cleaning up witnesses.

As such, Asteriel had put away the last of her leftover pastries, gathered up the weapon of her predecessor's Servant, and… gone for a walk, in essence. Her shopping trip earlier had been more than just a desire to try new food; it had given her plenty of time to feel out the town as a lost little foreigner, looking here and there for bounded fields or other evidence of magecraft. Either Sako was shockingly full of unremarkable magi, or [i]somebody[/i] had been putting up boltholes all over the place.

Perhaps she and Saber should pay one a visit? 

"What say you, Saber? Would you rather hunt for an enemy, or call them to our location?"

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[h2]Caster[/h2]

"What do you think, Master?" An evening wasn't a [i]lot[/i] of time to prepare a Mystic Code… but such was the advantage of unparalleled genius, wasn't it? Some basic materials, a few of her own hairs, and a head for once blissfully free of migraines… more than enough to prepare one, [i]two[/i] disguises so that she and her Master could go out without being immediately identified!

Oh, they would still be very remarkable, a pair of blondes in Japan, but the important thing was that as long as they didn't [i]explicitly[/i] give away their identities, things would be just different enough that their enemies would be disinclined to think of them as the same people at all – and perhaps even more to think of Caster herself as a native Saber or similar! While her sword was undoubtedly [i]distinctive[/i], it couldn't be called anything but truly unique.

Of course, there was still the matter of who would take which outfit, and making sure they both fit properly. It had been so hard to decide, and rather than a unified theme, she had just followed her muse as any true artist. One was almost [i]exactly[/i] a replica of a local uniform, save for the magic of it all, and was perhaps more suited to her Master. The other… well, the kimono of this country were very pretty, weren't they? Obviously, some modification was needed if they were going to be suitable for fighting, but…