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Fancy Shop, Shinto
Sunday, August 27th, 1939

@Art of Fun @Over Illusion @Yukitamas




Stheno had decided to act mostly on her own accord. Summoning Heroic Spirits as familiars to do your bidding was a risk-filled option, summoning a Divine Spirit to do so was likely to result in disaster. However, Stheno herself had remained fairly docile throughout the events, but the lack of progression from their members even within a single day was reason enough to bore the Goddess.

She had located one of the Edelfeldt Masters at a shop in Shinto. As suspected, she had shown no signs of detecting her presence, but Stheno took this as a matter of fact rather than anything else. Had she not wielded power beyond that of mortals throughout her existance, it is likely that she would have grown intoxicated from the abilities which even the class container for Assassin had bestowed upon her. Naturally, that included the enhanced senses which allowed for her to overhear the discussion that took place between the Edelfeldt Master and what sounded like an ally. The device used to communicate the message was known to her. Truthfully, she was surprised that there had been no mental link to communicate the message.

'Partner. It appears Rider may perhaps have been eliminated. The actions seem to have been by an individual named, no, titled 'Burier'.' She didn't waste any further time on relaying the message, instead taking the oppritunity to follow them as they travelled along the streets of Shinto. What an utter disappointment. The enemy Servant, a target designated for them, had been taken out by someone else. Even though she herself could hardly bear with the progress they had made on their own, having a valuable asset be taken out in the first day was still something significant even in her eyes. Their own victory seemed all but set in stone. Loss through arrogance was a common thing to the heroes of the past, but the idea of her thinking too highly of herself and their position was simply inconcievable to her mind.


Path to Church


The Church. Once more she would return to this den of insolent fools reminder of the oppositions questionable behaviour. Of course, the Edelfeldt had wandered along with the invisible Servant. No doubt it was Saber, the one class most feared in this ritual. Caution was to be expressed at all times when handling such a foe, but Stheno simply carried herself with the usual demeanor, peeking out curiously to listen in on any communications that may be incoming.

'It is a shame that this Master is not a male. I am hopeful that Saber is at least. After all, the German faction would simply fall apart if their only Servant is an Archer who has to retreat from an Assassin, kufufu~' The joys from her previous existance was something any greedy woman would wish to experience. Commanding brave heroes, sending them to their deaths at the wave of your hand. If the German faction had yet to retreat to them, then surely he would be worth bringing to their side. 'Is it not unfair? For a Saber to hide himself from the eyes of onlookers, I can't help but see it as cowardly.' Her complaints were petty and childish, feeling that she herself should be the only one allowed to employ these methods.


Church Outside a U.F.O


'... Partner?' With eyes more precious than gemstones, her gaze travelled up the golden ship, her smile spreading a toxic joy through her body. 'This ship. Get it for me, would you not?'
m8 you died day 1, the fact that you managed to make it cheesy at all is to be applauded
Job well done folks



Shinto
Sunday, August 27th, 1939

@Art of Fun @Over Illusion @Yukitamas




The light that enveloped the town of Fuyuki had gotten dimmer with each passing hour, most of which were spent at the Temple in a rather mundane fashion. It had only been an approximate of 15 minutes since the Goddess had embarked on her new objective of scouting the east part of the city; The populated Shinto district. Buzzing with the sound of those simply seeking the pleasure which came on the weekend, it would have been more difficult to not stay attentive.

They had let Archer escape previously. It was difficult to say whether it had been a failure of theirs or not, but Stheno was not a Servant fit for battle. While chances are that she would be able to pursue an individual unnoticed regardless of precautions, it would also risk entering the gathering of the opposing Servants. The chance of her discovery may be slim, but her inability to fight back to any viable degree was simply a factor not worth entering into so early in this conflict. Instead, she was simply to find out the identity of the Servants. Though, calling it 'simple' would be downplaying the task somewhat. However, with none of the other Servants being all too tailored for gathering intel, the job fell to her.

She couldn't help but sigh as she stood atop one of the buildings, her form still yet unseen. Being summoned as a Servant had greatly increased her capability in battle, but even now she would be considered unfit for it. Even if in life, she had lacked any desire to participate in such things herself, now that her abilities were more tailored for it, she couldn't help the urge building up inside. Still, she had accepted the job without argument. The reason for which being very simple. Archer. She knew very well that she could have approached Archer safely without any worry. Finding out his or her identity would likely not be a simple matter, but at least Stheno herself would remain safe throughout the endeavor. That is, if nothing was to go wrong. That of course was even less unlikely, as Stheno was not one to commit failures. A perfect being such as herself was incapable of that. Those words exactly passed through her mind, drawing a smile across her lips before it left her mind. There truly was no limit to the arrogance of the 'Gods'.

As she took yet another leap through the fading background, her 'senses' were triggered. 'Kufufu~.' Already she had found a target appropriate for her objective. The 'hope' that she had been supressing due to its unrealistic nature was finally starting to be set afloat in this brief moment of joy. 'Perhaps there is a chance for me to find Myself today after all.' She was quick to recompose herself afterwards, realizing the link between Master and Servant had likely been established from it. 'Ah, excuse me for having gotten excited Partner. It seems there is a Servant nearby. An attempt to locate the opposition will be made.' Always remain formal in speech. That was her nature, but the playful attitude of a young mischevious woman was the true foundation of her attitude. All that was needed for her was an outlet, and having been depraved of it earlier by Archer, she could only hope this would serve as a proper replacement. Or, if she was lucky, another attempt at it.

Ryuudou Temple
Sunday, August 27th, 1939

@Art of Fun @Ijoyen @Liu Mei




The encounter had ended in their favor, but the outcome was nonetheless disappointing. An immediate evacuation from the enemy, and the territory reclaimed for the Church. The truth was, she had desired to give pursuit. No, that's wrong. She had desired for them to stay in place, and lose their lives in a way that left them unknowing of their own passing until the very last moment. To be the one who carried out the murder, rather than the one ordering it. An empty taste hung in her mouth longing for what she had been promised by their presence, yet aware that in this world, she was but a Servant. She would never lower herself from the seat of Goddess, but she was not foolish enough to not consider the circumstances of her actions. They had gained an upper hand, a leverage for future battles to eventually claim victory, and that was enough.

Stheno was one who always carried a sense of elegance in her steps, a warm expression that perfectly hid the cold interior of her mind. She had made her way up the long stairs besides her Master without revealing her bitterness to him. Still, it seemed like her masked feelings were revealed in some manner, or perhaps the boy was simply too prideful over his work to accept mistakes. Though he was not so lucky as to guess the source of her bitterness directly. Rather the contrary, he felt guilt over the moment of weakness that had revealed his inner urges.

'It is of no great matter. I have seen many lose their lives to one poor decision, be proud you did not send me to die in such an untimely fashion.' Easily mistakened for a mentor-like response, she proved shortly thereafter that it was no such thing. 'Still, the order was curious indeed. I myself was moments away from executing it in full. Perhaps our interest intervene more than I had initially believed.' Her voice trailed curiously forward as her unseen form accompanied him up to the gate. She did not blame him for his actions, and instead blamed their opposition for fleeing. The order had been given through passion, the escape through cowardice. In this grand play set up for her to be an actress in, such a thing was unforgiveable. 'Ah, Lancer is approaching.'

She gave distance away from her Master and his conversation with those who came to greet him, at least granting the mysterious Einzbern Servant the benefit of the doubt in her abilities of perception. Stheno was untraceable in this form, but with Heroes, the impossible even in menial tasks were never a full assurance. When Saizou took to entering the premises deeper, she remained after him in the shadows, until his proposition.

'If you are to cook, then I must appraise the value of such a meal. Would it be appropriate for me to reveal my form to these?' She was not usually one to ask, but in the location there were likely to be at least 2 other Servant pairs. Even if she didn't see this conflict as serious, she was not yet at the point where she had grown bored enough to wish for her own departure. 'And make something savory. I have high expectations.'
Finally the post it up! Excuse me for the delays and all that, I'll have no problem being alot more active from now on.

The Church
Sunday, August 27th, 1939





Stheno doesn't give the ex-Overseer a second thought as she leaves the scene, her mental conversation with her Master continuing uninterrupted throughout aside from the visual charade on display from him in order to not show the awareness of her presence. It wasn't an odd thing for her really. All of her life, it had been men who entertained her with their actions. Considering the place she found herself in now, it was only natural for her to expect him to be a source of such things as well. Praising her was simply a given, Stheno being unphased by any and all compliments, but she still found an endearing side to the modern idea of chivalry compared to her own.

'Very well, Stheno accepts your gratitude.' She left the matter at that, as she disliked being a 'second thought', and it was a matter of fact that the boy had his mind and eyes on something other than herself. Namely, the objective. 'If I need to retreat, then I fully expect a victory from your hands at a later time. As you have faith in me, I will have faith in you, Partner. Fufu...'

How it did annoy her to be out of sight, every bit of energy spent on a light endearing laughter or smile being yet another waste. With those words, she departed from the scene, leaving it but a momentary blur before her eyes captured the route up ahead. The speed of a Servant was formidable, moving across impossible distances in but seconds. Just like her Master had said, she could already sense the presence of another Servant. It didn't deter her, after all, she would have to face one eventually. Perhaps it was because of her own personal inexperience with battle, having served only as an observer to many without any act of participation. Despite what the reason may be, she didn't leave any hesitation for her mind as she came closer to the Church.

The path she had taken towards it was mostly straight, but once she could see the holy grounds, even she exercised a sense of caution. Compared to other Servants, she wasn't nearly as hardy, and more prone to many types of risks. At the very least, she didn't have Caster to worry about, so whatever was set up wouldn't be a direct cause of loss. Sensory fields and such were uneffective to the Goddess who might as well have been non-existant for all that the perception on these humans boasted.

She was quick to notice the decay around the area, a lifeless mess that had been broken down to the tiniest of coal-based fragments as if the many years needed for their bodies to degrade had been accelerated to but seconds of the consious mind. A grotesque thing indeed, but she found it difficult to be disgusted over such actions. After all, 'bugs' taking the lives of other bugs to sustain themselves was the proper order of things.

A brief period was dedicated to simply looking at it from different angles, circling the Church without the worry of being noticed herself. After that, she was to focus her attention on any sign of 'life' whether Servant or Human. If it was the latter, then she may be able to score an early victory in this battle.

She came to an immediate stop. Ah, what a mistake! Anything that materialized within the premises was subject to her gaze, and the 'weapon' was no different. The mental link with her Master transferred the single line. 'Archer is on the grounds.'
Sorry everyone for the delays and stuff on my part, still stuck in London and won't be back until Monday. Trying to find time to post but have been pretty occupied with people ;;

The Church
Sunday, August 27th, 1939





A mistake on her part. She had gotten caught up with the flow of her own speed, the newfound abilities that filled her body, as she moved like the wind. The ritual had already made sure that she was fully capable when it came to these things, but when it came to her mindset, nothing had changed. An occasional tall leap over a treetop to another just to observe the world was not uncommon for her, showing an alarming lack of urgency. In the end however, she was still a Servant, and an Assassin at that. Her whims would only delay her for a few additional seconds, as she finally arrived at the scene in around a minute.

While her sight was not comparable to that of Archer, the naturally enhanced physique of a Servant and the relatively tall areas used for her movement gave her the oppritunity to spot her Master ahead of time. What was this? He was conversing with another woman. Kufufu, how shameless. She was invisible not only to the eye, but to even the most skilled of Servants. It was a given that she could hide herself from any regular human. However, the woman didn't seen to be such an individual. At least, not in her current position. Regardless, her Master hadn't alarmed her of her, and there weren't many humans either who would pose a real threat to her. Hence, she was swiftly ignored as Stheno landed on her grand empty stage to a full audience of one, plus one extra. No, a stage wouldn't be held by someone who was simply eavesdropping. Standing next to her Master, she didn't announce her presence right away, and certainly not through spoken language.

'You seem to have found yourself in an interesting situation young boy. Is that confidence I see in your eyes? Kufufu, having so much faith in a Goddess, your heart is kind.'. Flattery. The one thing she knew best, where each spoken word was truth from the depths of her heart, yet it would never change the feelings or view that she had towards the 'object of affection'. Ah, it was entertaining after all. She didn't reveal her appearance to her Master nor the ex-Overseer. If she did, then she might not have been able to keep her voice down at her splendor. 'It seems like the opposing faction have already made their move. So, what are you going to do Nanaya boy?' Even when her voice was spoken in thoughts, the tone held no lesser essence of sweetness for which to lure with.

'We should act quickly. I'm eagerly awaiting your first order Master. Ah, but you prefer partner right? How grand! I apologize, so what are your orders partner?' Her teasing saw no real end in sight, an onslaught of bait and switches for the sole purpose of innocently fishing out the reaction that would appeal to her the most.
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