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Albert Prelati

Interacting with: Berserker (@Grey), Saber, Leon & Togami (@vancexentan), James (@Shadow Daedalus), Brynhilda (@Loki Odinson), Jonathan (@BubbleGumKing), Amina (@Phase Transit)

Fuyuki Church - 6:20 PM December 1st, 2012

Albert clicked his tongue. "Well isn't zat just bloody convenient..."

The young magus looked around. The church grounds stood next to a Western cemetery, a very large one by the looks of it. Hallowed grounds, to be sure. Wraiths thrived in environments like this, when they were surrounded by the anger and the grudges of the sanctified dead. If he needed to, he could probably flood the entire church with angry ghosts, enough to overwhelm any Master who might think of trying something sneaky. 

Albert sighed. "Fine."

He tuned into his mental connection with Berserker, being mindful not to give anything away that might be heard by others. 

Ma chère, it appears we must part ways 'ere. Keep watch outside, but for ze love of God, please do not try and start a fight with anyone just yet. Let's keep zese sacred grounds sacred, no?

Of course his command had nothing to do with respect for the Church. He'd already made a huge concession just showing their faces in front of the other Masters, he was not about to give anything else away that might reveal their identities before the real fighting started. His or Berserker's. 

He looked at the holy man stationed outside. "Zere. I've told my friend zey are to wait outside. May I go in now?"

After exchanging promises and pleasantries with the two at the door, Albert quietly snuck into the meeting, sitting down and crossing his legs. Even though it was a perfectly agreeable temperature inside the Church, he kept his jacket and scarf on. He didn't expect to be here long. JK had been listening in on the conversation since the beginning. So far, it looked like there were only a few Masters among them that he could take seriously (of which he did not count himself as one, due to the very fact that Berserker had "convinced" him to show up at all). Out of those, it looked like at least two of them took themselves a little too seriously. 

Albert stared at the barely-concealed firearms James was carrying with a modicum of disgust. 'Andguns? Really? Someone's been watching too many action movies. What good does 'e zink zose little toys are going to do for 'im in ze 'Oly Grail War? You may as well bring a bow and arrow to ze Apache 'elicopter fight.

He sat still, waiting, completely quiet until someone, anyone acknowledged his presence. He smiled brightly and waved a hand in greeting.

"Bonjour, mes amis idiots. Je m'appelle Prince Albert dans une boîte. Je suis un sorcier hérétique qui mange des bébés et adore les dieux aînés. Est-ce que quelqu'un veut faire équipe avec moi?" He clasped his hands and cleared his throat in prayer. "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."
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