"My, my, aren't you a devoted one?" Those were Seyrun's first words for her newly summoned Servant, said right after a surprised gasp from the inhuman strength with which the vulpine woman arrested the control of Seyrun's arm.
"While I more than enjoy being showered with affection in such a way right after our first meeting, don't you think that it would be better to continue our introduction while we have lunch? Heroic Spirits may lack the need for mundane nourishment, but they certainly don't lack the drive for it, right?" Seyrun's voice was affable as she spoke to her Servant, beckoning her to leave for the cafeteria.
Naturally, such a request had ulterior motivations, Seyrun wanted, no she needed, to know more about what sort of Servants the other Masters had summoned. Thanks to the generalized hubbub, Seyrun was able to single out only a few names, Atalanta the Virgin Huntress of Artemis and Princess of Arcadia, Medea the Witch of Colchis and second most powerful spellcaster of the Age of Gods, Diarmuid of the Love Spot, someone that forced Seyrun to open her Magic Circuits to counter his fabled Curse of Love. Those were the Heroic Spirits that Seyrun had any knowledge about.
Seyrun also heard the names Nezha, for Shinobu's Servant and Kintoki, for the one that belonged to the being that, above all but her own Servant, commanded Seyrun's attention, the Einzbern homuculus. Though, Seyrun was a shortage of knowledge about Eastern traditions, including her own Servant, to say the truth. However, one could always turn a shortcoming into an opportunity to achieve even greater heights, which is exactly what Seyrun planned to do as she followed right behind the Homunculus, overhearing just a bit of the argument about jewelry that she had with "Kintoki."
"Excuse, ma'am..." Seyrun said as she hurried her Servant to meet the Einzbern's pace, after making sure that the fox woman was willing to follow her.
"Apologies for the intrusion, but my Servant and I couldn't avoid overhearing an excerpt of your conversation with your Servant. If it will not be a bother, would you mind sharing a table? I'm Seyrun, of the Leviathan household, sure a magus of a distinguished bloodline such as yours heard of our reputation as jewelcrafters, right? I would love to talk about that with both if you. Furthermore, our Servants seem to share a somewhat common place of origins, even though mine still hasn't made her name known. Don't you think this is a good basis for the formation of a team?" Seyrun fell silent after she said her piece, keeping up with the homunculus' pace, while waiting for a reply.
@Lonewolf685@Raineh Daze"!?" For a moment Atalanta stood there frozen. She didn't feared Medea. Even taking into account the Witch's Noble Phantasm, Atalanta was sure tha she could take Medea down in the blink of an eye if need be, however... The intensity of the malice hidden behind Medea's glare would be enough to freeze Heracles on his tracks and, Atalanta knew that since it happened before her very eyes.
Atlanta was snapped out of the awkward revelry by her Master talking about them going out to procure food. That was certainly a better development than thinking about Medea at the moment.
"That will do. Let us go, Keisuke, before others steal our spoils." As soon as Atalanta turned around to leave, her eyes grew immensely cold and detached as they crossed the path of Diarmuid's Love Spot, causing her heart to skip a beat at the sight of Lancer's handsomeness that could challenge even that of Appolo.
"No matter where, or when, you go, men never change..." Atalanta commented in a sour voice, her Magic Resistance was enough to ensure that the Curse didn't affected her for more than a moment, but the very thought of the existence of dirty magics such as that one outraged Atalanta.
When Atalanta paused to pay heed to her senses, she evaluated the threat everyone still present in the room represented. They were really in a gathering worthy of the a Heroic Spirit such as Atalanta. And, while she didn't knew anything about most, if not all of them, for the virtue of being the second oldest Servant in the whole group, Atalanta made sure to memorize as many names, faces and smells as she could.
Anyway, they couldn't stay for long, Atalanta didn't wanted to miss the chance to eat after the eternity she passed on the Throne. Even if her current body didn't needed so, Atalanta hadn't forgot the need to pay proper tribute for the bounty of the earth, by until she could hold no more, such as the beasts she grew up with. Atalanta's nose caught the smell of food and she began to walk at a hasty pace toward the food hall while deftly avoiding collisions with the other Masters and Servants pairings, though she always made sure to keep Keisuke within her perception range. If any threat dared come to him, Atalanta would act in a moment.
Truth be told, Atalanta's rank of Independent Action was such that she could keep on existing for an indeterminate time, even if Keisuke were to be killed. Thus, she didn't felt obliged to protect him any more than their contract established. What Atlanta feared was Medea taking advantage of a momentary lapse to use her Noble Phantasm on Keisuke. Atalanta couldn't think what fate such a possibility held for her. In fact, leaving a being as unstable as Medea on a place with so much readily available prana and Servants was a very bad idea. If the witch were to turn this whole building in her sanctum none could tell what sort of catastrophe she could unleash upon the world.
Even then, such concerns were beyond Atalanta. Scheming was a thing best left for mages, on their slyness. All that Atalanta cared for was to pretty much pounce the first thing she saw before her when she reached the cafeteria, a whole roasted boar, which Atalanta hogged all to herself, wolfing the swine down with animal haste... and manners, along with a plate of apples that were within her arms reach.
@PKMNB0Y"I'm moved by your generosity, my Liege. I shall be at your service, as long as this summoning lasts, the life of Diarmuid Ua Duibhne belongs to you." Diarmuid finally got back to his feet, showing not only how he was handsome, but also had a statuesque physique, even gods would pale before this man's beauty.
Lancer hefted his spears, Gae Dearg propped against his right shoulder and Gae Buidhe held in a relaxed stance on his left hand. He was ready to turn and leave when a girl a head and some smaller than him called Diarmuid. At first, Diarmuid frowned, thinking that his curse had made another woman fall for him. However this would prove to be wrong as the weapon the girl wielded made it clear that she was Lancer as well. Her Magic Resistance naturally shielded her against Diarmuid's curse, which he was thankful for.
"Apologies for my manners." Diarmuid corrected himself just as he notice that he spaced around for just enough time to give this girl a decisive opening if they were fighting one another.
"For a moment I misplaced your intentions," Diarmuid's nod made it evident that he was talking about his cursed mole, even as he kept on speaking,
"What may I help you with? Be it a chance for a fair spar between comrades, or a conversation besides fine wine and food, I, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, First Spear of the Knights of Fianna, will be honored to make up for my poor conduct by being your escort.""Is that of your agreement, mylady?" Diarmuid dismissed his spears, which vanished in an ethereal mist, before extending his inviting hand to his fellow Servant. Even without the curse of his Love Spot, at this very moment Diarmuid's conduct was so gallant and knight-like that many a women would be excused if they felt their heart skip a beat or two.
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