"Thanks for accepting our invitation." Seyrun's behavior was nothing short of demure and proper as she greeted her "guests", with the offer of a glass of wine.
"Tama and I were enjoying this chance to be together on our own. However, a good meal is always better when with more company. Given that Tama --or should I say Caster?--" Seyrun mumbled this bit pensively, unsure of how much reverence to address Tamamo in front of others,
"Either way, given that my Servant seems to be acquainted to yours, we thought about inviting you over. And, here you are.""Excuse my manners," Seyrun extended her hand to her counterpart,
"I'm Seyrun Leviathan, Head of the Leviathan Household of Norway. It's a pleasure meeting both of you under such unusual circumstances." For obvious reasons, Seyrun refrained from talking about alliances or anything of the like. Other Masters have already demonstrated the disposition to seek them and, no doubt, mistrust was brewing among them at this every minute. With Servants like Atalanta and Cuchulain around --beings that undoubtedly could hear them whispering from half a mile away, if the legends about them are true-- that would certainly mark them as distrustful, certainly not a goo way to begin a partnership.
Seyrun would let her actions speak for themselves, after all even a Servant whose tracking skills were legendary couldn't read minds --or at least Seyrun was sure that none of the Servants she had seen could. As long as Seyrun played her cards with their face down until the very last moment, she had nothing to be wary of. That, the young Norwegian Magus was sure of.
@Nanashi Ninanai@ADamnFiddle@Lonewolf685Atalanta crossed her arms to watch the dispute between the two Berserkers, having an amused look in her face as she watched Sinjtol be defeated with easy by Kintoki. The huntress' eyes narrowed to a slit out of boredom when the black Berserker began to whine about the result of the match, completely contrary to the spirit of the Olympics of old.
Even as she took her place at the table, Atalanta's ears scanned the room. She had so far determined that the most dangerous being around was the horrid smelling Magus named Walgrave, his backstabbing tendencies were evident. Atalanta would take care of the threat as soon as she had the chance after all, she was none too keen on having one more dagger to care for tother than Medea's. At least, as long as Medea knew that she could call on the debt Atalanta owed her from the times of the Argo Expedition, the witch was unlikely to try to harm Keisuke.
Before Atalanta could have her chance of taking part in the games, the situation with the two Berserkers escalated quickly, leading to both of their Masters taking action to avoid a possible fight.
"That was a disappointment, maybe trusting others will be a mistake on its own." Atalanta turned back to Keisuke, while dematerializing herself,
"Let's stay like we are for the time being, Keisuke. At worst we will have to rely on the Witch. Even so, this lot is too unruly to seek alliances right now. By the way, do you have any idea of when this expedition will begin, I'm starting to feel unease. Going on the hunt would be good, now."@PKMNB0Y"If that's as you say, milady, then do it. For a long time I searched for means of removing this curse of the gods. Even if it's just for this summoning, it'll be a blessing to be free of it." Diarmuid replied to Medea. It was also on this moment that he noticed that his Master had left the summoning room while Diarmuid was distracted with Caster.
Diarmuid wondered where he had gone, but the fact that his Master allowed him to stay behind must mean that he desired secrecy. Diarmuid could only abide to that choice while he waited for the blunt looking blade to ouch him.
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