Reunion

[Genessa Satellizer]

The school had finally ended for the teacher, whose now leaning back on the seat of the cab as she watches the passerby of the street of Ponte a Moriano. She had received an interesting text message earlier on her cellphone earlier, much to her surprise and amusement. An encrypted code, sent by a fellow Enforcer who had work with her once before.

"Arsenal Liege Zests."

It was an anagram that reveals her true name, her real identity which she had discarded the moment the steel bird she flew with landed on the airport. The moment she received that text message, she quickly leaves the area until she was out of earshot before she calls the number of the sender of the text message.

"Private Eye Farron, at your service."

She found herself automatically saying that as soon as the caller picked up the phone. As for right now, the teacher is playing the character of private investigator, something which she is familiar with in her line of work.

"...."

The request was simple. There's a suspicious package which the client had received inside the hotel which she wanted to be examined. It's a task which should be a catwalk in the path. Usually this type of clients are those who had been stalked before, and now because they had rejected them the deranged stalker send pictures of those being stalked. The P.I will be requested to capture this stalker and hand them over to the police. Or so it would seem as it's actually a ruse to have the Enforcer head over to the scene with an excuse.

"I see. Thank you for trusting this case with me. I'll be sure to head over as soon as possible Ma'am." comes her reply, business like and serious.

Of course, there's always a chance that this "meeting" is a trick, a joke or a trap. Which is why right now, she had her servant hidden in the darkness to keep a bird-eye view on the cab heading towards the hotel. She drummed her finger impatiently on her handbag as the cab finally slow down to a stop just in front of the hotel. After she paid her fee, she stepped out of the cab and made her way inside the hotel.

[Lenneth Archimedes]

A woman sat in one of the many comfy chairs of the hotel's lobby. She had in her hands, a newspaper, which she was apparently reading. But the matter of the fact was, if one paid close attention, he would note that one of the lenses on her glasses was an HUD, and that there was something that looked like a thin wire crawling out from the bottom of one of her pants-legs.

Said wire had dug a hole through the carpet, slithered around underneath it to one of the corners of the room with best visibility, and popped out again to act as a sort of periscope. Indeed, upon closer inspection, wrapped around this wire was a layer of optical fibres, ending in a micro camera module.

Essentially, she was performing a new form of spying that was far less obvious than anything from the previous generation. Of course, the real trick was catching the fact that she was wired, but she had enough experience to make it impossible to spot unless you were actively searching. The woman with the lengthy green hair turned the page and adjusted the tie on her suit. Yes, this woman was wearing a sharp business suit, much like the one who just walked in.

She was still somewhat new to this, but figured that it wouldn't be a bad idea to supplement what she didn't have with something that was available for the right price. And her partner had lots of money to throw around. The latter complained, of course, and she also had some issues, but they were Enforcers, the garbage of the Clock Tower. Really, nobody cared how good they were. Indeed, this woman herself wasn't qualified to join the esteemed CCB, the Vice Director's personal army.

So this somewhat gave her a license to do what she wanted. Though this was more of a necessity than anything else. As it turned out, her targets became more and more wary of unidentified flying objects, because they were, well, familiars. So, why not use this instead? Indeed, it was so much easier to get a fibreoptic wire into position than a familiar. Sure, there was some limitations in distance, but it was easier to hide that way.

As the expected guest entered the hotel, she stood up and called out. "Hey. Got a free chocolate bar?"

[Genessa Satellizer]

Upon stepping into the hotel, Genessa Satellizer was greeted by a male porter who gave her a professional smile and open the door for her. Though he might want to try a bit more relaxed for that smile to work, she noted but nevertheless utter a barely audible thank you as consolation. The moment she stepped inside the hotel she had a feeling that she's being watched but ignore it. Whatever it is, her servant should be able to handle to problem swiftly and without notice.

Now it's custom habit for her to make the usual mind diagram inside her head as soon as she stepped into an unfamiliar building. A robbery, a fire, a natural disaster, an assault, the building itself might be caught inside an explosion, anything can happen at any given time and the slightest mistake she made might be her last. She need the route to emergency exit, how tall is the building, whether she'll be in danger close, watching out for bugs.... Given her line of work and with all these pressure a normal person would quit just after one or two assignment. But not an Enforcer from Chevlon Canticle Brigade. Through harsh discipline training and constant exposure to danger, their mind are slowly warped into the mentality of a soldier. There is no need to think about anything other than the mission. What they should be thinking is just how to accomplish it as efficiently as possible. And even if their lives only had seconds remaining they should never, ever compromise the Brigade.

I do really deserve a vacation....

"Hey. Got a free chocolate bar?"

She turned her head towards the woman who just said that, stopping her from walking to the front table. A fair woman with long green hair and matching green eyes. Not to forget the glasses. And did she just ask her for a free chocolate bar? Of course she did. Yes, this matches the Eva Princeton she know so far. Which means her partner(a.k.a the person she's looking for) is around inside the hotel too.

"Just Snickers if you don't mind." she replied, slipping her gloved hand into her handbag before handing one to her.

[Lenneth Archimedes]

"Ah, perfect~" As if she had gotten hold of the Grail itself, the woman clutched the chocolate bar to her chest before opening it and taking the first bite. If one had to know, this Eva Princeton character had been simply bribed into this war with a year's supply of chocolate, and had completely forgotten about the fact that there was a chance that she wouldn't be able to enjoy that chocolate if she died. Nevertheless, who dares wins. It's either no chocolate, or chocolate with a chance of death.

It wasn't exactly what one would consider a weakness. She was no idiot who would pick up some random bar on the road. No no, that was such obvious bait. When the Green Serpent slithered about, she made sure to have chocolate on-hand to satiate her luscious desires. "Well, this way, then. The Bavarian is waiting."

Of all the crazy code names, why would one think of 'Bavarian'? Well, it was only vaguely related to the person in question. But most of the vehicles she bought with her family's gratuitous money came out of the Bavarian Motor Works, better known as BMW. Princeton led the guest into the elevator and hit the button for the ninth floor, munching on the candy bar along the way.

"You know, I tried to sign up for the Chelon Canticle Brigade once. They said I wasn't good enough." Not that this actually meant anything to her. After all, she was just some weirdo from a young family who had a weakness for dark and sweet things. "What's it take to get in there any-"

Ding!

The doors slid open, revealing a young girl whose burning red hair would easily make her stand out in a crowd. Her attire said much about how she didn't particularly care about dressing formally, unlike the two in the elevator. Instead, a trench coat, black pants, and a tight zip-up suit, which said much about her lack of... assets. The briefest smile crossed her face before its features shaped into a stoic poker face. "Been a while, Gen. How's the War coming along?

Lenneth Archimedes held out her hand for a shake, as the two women in suits stepped out of the elevator.

[Genessa Satellizer]

"Ah, perfect~"

And Eva Princeton clutches the snickers bar she gave like it's some kind of trophy or medal. Letting out a small chuckle, she could only deduce how this chocoholic colleague of hers got dragged here by her partner.

"Well, this way, then. The Bavarian is waiting."

The Bavarian. Obviously a code name, since she wasn't planning to make any meeting with the company of Bavarian Motor Works. No way. She's more interested in Japanese Steel, preferably Subaru. This can be noted by her pride, the steel beast kept within her garage which she fondly name Mjollnir.

Following the host, they made their way to the elevator and get inside. Now normally, a magus tends to avoid the elevator. Because, it was well....an enclosed box of electronics. The risk of getting caught in such situation multiplies by having just one active circuit, one couldn't blame those old fashioned magus to avoid them entirely. And it's a common joke that when an elevator stuck, one of the occupant is a magi.

As they make their way up the elevator her companion speaks up.

"You know, I tried to sign up for the Chelon Canticle Brigade once. They said I wasn't good enough."

Oh, that's news to silver haired magus. Figures, not every enforcer could just join the famous CBC. If the Enforcers are the underdogs in Association, then the Brigade are enforcers who are given authority to push even the Lord around should the need arise.

Before she speaks up, the lift door open up and reveals her ex-partner Lenneth Archimedes. The red hair woman extend her hand which Gen took and shake it briefly.

"Been a while, Gen. How's the War coming along?

"Smooth sailing so far. How's your trip here old friend?"

[Lenneth Archimedes]

Eva sighed as she stepped out of the elevator. Such personal inquiries would have to wait. Right now, they had to deal with business. Not that she minded, of course. That was how things were in the world of Enforcers. You had to take your business seriously. Sealies with their big fancy achievements tended to be smart, resourceful, and highly skilled. A deadly combination. On the other hand, blokes who went about trying to disclose magic to the general public were in most cases, technically a break. Shut them up, preferably by turning them into little pieces, then spend the rest of the allotted mission time doing something more productive. Like having a milkshake at a soda shop.

And so the Green Serpent continued munching on that Snickers bar she'd gotten as a present from Satellizer. They could talk all they want, she wouldn't interrupt. After all, she had her own date with this gorgeous chocolate bar.

"Airport just had to insist double-checking my papers just to make sure I was legal. You'd think they'd be smart enough to figure out that not a lot of kids can arrange for all this stuff in advance. No, instead, they wanted to see my papers against the embassy, just to make sure I wasn't some crazy girl running around with her mama's ID card."

Was the airport paranoid, or something? It wasn't like the government was run by a totalitarian regime that had equally repressive identity policies, and dictated who a person was. "To be fair, their DNA profiler machine in my row was broken, so everybody was redirected. She smirked. "Of course, I just insisted to go through my line, since now there weren't any more people to make it long."

She gestured to follow, and the trio walked down the hall to the room Lenneth had booked for the war. "I've got two others at strategic locations in the city, so that we have places to retreat to in case we get compromised. How are your arrangements? Safe and secure, I'm guessing?"

[Genessa Satellizer]

"Airport just had to insist double-checking my papers just to make sure I was legal. You'd think they'd be smart enough to figure out that not a lot of kids can arrange for all this stuff in advance. No, instead, they wanted to see my papers against the embassy, just to make sure I wasn't some crazy girl running around with her mama's ID card."

At this Satellizer couldn't help but let out a suppressed chuckle. Her ex-partner here is more than a midget, but still pretty damn short for someone who is 24 years old. She would love to tease Red Sun about her lack of asset during the rare occasion when they bump each other but often the circumstances was not right for any witty remark.

"Honestly, your growth spurt need a kick lass. Unless you're planning to play as my daughter this time?" the British magus replied with a slight smirk.

"To be fair, their DNA profiler machine in my row was broken, so everybody was redirected.Of course, I just insisted to go through my line, since now there weren't any more people to make it long."

"Ho? I thought they'd have that fixed by now." Genessa asked, tilting her head slightly. Perhaps they couldn't afford a new DNA profiler machine? Wonder how much one cost anyway.

"I've got two others at strategic locations in the city, so that we have places to retreat to in case we get compromised. How are your arrangements? Safe and secure, I'm guessing?"

With that the crimson hair magus leads them to the room she booked.

"Of course. I used the old hide a flower in a forest trick. Anyway...what brought you here Lenneth? Britain and Italy is more than a hundred klicks away so it's hard to imagine your just passing through. "

What if Lenneth planned to join the Holy Grail War as well? This needless formalities might be because they're friends but she's unsure if she's ready to face Red Sun yet. An omnipotent Grail that could grant her wishes.....perhaps the Archimedes took an interest in it as well? Reviving the ancient bloodline that would have made them rival even the Almighty Barthomeloi.

What's your intention.....Lenneth Archimedes?

[Lenneth Archimedes]

Why make it sound so mistrusting? Well, it was no new news that the children of Archimedes were proud of their ancestry. This pride was most greatly expressed by how they refused to collaborate on solving the greatest legacy their ancestor left behind. Each generation of family head must try to decode the secrets of the stone by themselves.

Then, it would suffice to say that this pride also worked against them in some way, in the sense that it was perhaps what stopped them from regaining their place amongst the high powers. It was a family whose pride no longer suited them. They believed that most other clans were beneath them, young things with virtually no knowledge about the world. They would not suck up to such lowlifes with lesser pedigrees, for they were the children of Archimedes. Neither would they cheat the system and use an almighty wish machine to put themselves back into power.

Despite all portents pointing the other way, the Archimedes sought to regain their prestige and status through their own merits. "It's a game." She flicked her hair, sliding the window open and sitting down on the sill to gaze out at the skyline. A nice shade of blue, clouds off in the distance, topped off with a breeze that wasn't too cold despite the season.

"Running after Sealies and locking them away for study, that's a job. We have a standard operating procedure and generally know that it's going to end in one or another way." The traffic below seemed so far, as she continued to stare off into the distance, at those snow-capped mountains. Mmm... they would sure look good if they suddenly erupted, with the lava slowly flowing out of the sides like honey from a pot.

"Here, anything goes as long as we follow some guidelines. Of course the game is a little different, since there's going to be heroic spirits running around, but I think I can manage." The enforcer smirked. "I have more than a little of a hero's blood in me. But I know that you'll be the only one here qualifying to make any wishes, Gen. Go ahead and take it."

"And I'm just here for-" Eva opened up her closet. An assortment of branded chocolate bars spilled out onto the floor. She picked up a Three Musketeers. "For these."

"Knock 'em dead. I know you wanna get in with the Vice Director, and that it's gonna take a miracle like this one to make it happen. I say go for it. Besides, I think it's unfair to use a miracle on something that you can achieve with a few generations of consistent work. So don't worry about me. I'm not looking for the Grail. I'm just here to bash some heads and have some fun."

[Genessa Satellizer]

"It's a game."

That's one way to look at it. It was a game in which the victor's wishes will be granted. Staking everything you have at this moment, hoping that the ball will fall into the pocket number you bet.

"Running after Sealies and locking them away for study, that's a job. We have a standard operating procedure and generally know that it's going to end in one or another way."

Genessa nods slowly. Enforcers are the hounds of Association. Their job is not limited to purging the ignorant fools who foolishly use their foolish magic in broad daylight. Illegal experimentation and whatnot, anything that may compromise the Clock Tower will be locked up.

"Here, anything goes as long as we follow some guidelines. Of course the game is a little different, since there's going to be heroic spirits running around, but I think I can manage. I have more than a little of a hero's blood in me. But I know that you'll be the only one here qualifying to make any wishes, Gen. Go ahead and take it."


A tiny smirk formed on her face as she sat down on one of the chairs. If that is all, then maybe her selfish wish of courting the vice director may not seem impossible anymore. She thought she would have to acquire allies from the site but Lady luck seemed to smile on her.

"And I'm just here for these." Eva said, confirming her suspicion. Sometimes, she wondered if Eva knew that chocolates could make her fat. Then again, does she really care?

"Knock 'em dead. I know you wanna get in with the Vice Director, and that it's gonna take a miracle like this one to make it happen. I say go for it. Besides, I think it's unfair to use a miracle on something that you can achieve with a few generations of consistent work. So don't worry about me. I'm not looking for the Grail. I'm just here to bash some heads and have some fun."

"First things first.....thank you. It's good to have allies at this early stage. It can be a little lonely in the battlefield you know." she said to her friend with a sincere smile. Putting the handbag down on the table, she continued.

"And you don't have to worry about that. I've been given a blank check on this mission. And I'm sure as hell going to use every cent of it to rip the other Masters head off. Their blood will be our wine."

There was a predatory look in her eyes, savage but it did not mar her beauty a single bit. If they were going to be her allies, then there's something else that should be done.

"Then as a token of trust, let me introduce my dance partner for this war. Come, Assassin."

[Ishikawa Goemon]

"Then as a token of trust, let me introduce my dance partner for this war. Come, Assassin."


"Already here master. But really, 'Their blood will be our wine'. Is that corny thing the best you can do? Pfffff." Was the causal reply sent her way from the couch located next to the wall. Goemon, master of death, was laying back on it and enjoying himself a musketeer that he had stolen borrowed from Eva. Finishing off his previous one in a single bite Goemon reached over to the pile laying around his legs. "God these things are delicious." After pocketing the wrapper from his freashly opened candy bar, he proceeded to happily munch on his treat.

Naturally the legendary ninja wasn't wearing his battle attire. Oh no, such a thing would make sneaking around the city all the harder. A simple disguise with the right acting could fool any man; as Goemon could tell you from first hand experience. So for his wanderings around the city, Goemon had adopted a new wardrobe. It was a suit he had been graciously provided by his master; nothing fancy mind you. Not that he cared for all the bells and whistles, as they say. As long as it helped him blend in he didn't particularly care what it looked like. Though he had to admit the tie was a little odd. It had the decapitated head of some weird mouse creature printed along it. All of the heads were smiling, too. Which was sort of creepy. What was it called? 'Minnie Mouse' Right, the mouse. And naturally, he was wearing his prized scarf.

One had to wonder, how did Goemon enter the room undetected and manage to sit on the couch this entire time without being noticed? It's because he's a god damn ninja. Well he hadn't always been there. After slipping through the window that had been so kindly opened for him, he grabbed a handful of bars from Eva's stache before plopping himself down on the couch. Amazing speed, skill, and stealth all helped Goemon aquire his desired result. Which was to chill on the couch while munching on sweets. The ability to effectively recline himself on his enemies furniture while eating their food was something Goemon had refined over the years of his life. Oh sure, he could have phased in like the spirit he was but even Goemon had his pride. And what good was a ninja that couldn't sneak in, anyway?

After finishing his current bar, Goemon took the time to address those occupying the same room as he. " Even'n ladies. I'm Assassin, Masters right hand man of death for the duration of this war."He glanced over his masters "friends".....Green and Red. Such a nice coloring to go with his masters silver. Because those hair colors didn't make them stand out in the crowd in the least bit. No sir. On the plus side the red head was a midget so that made a smaller target. The green haired one was tall though. Seemed a tad out of it too but Goemon had seen those types before. Spacey, focused on unimportant and minor things, had the ability to rip you a new one if they so desired, etc. Goemon could help but ponder if Greeny was better then Red. It was question that would no doubt be answered out in the field.

"Anyway, pleasure to meet you two. Whoever you are." He knew he wasn't going to get their real names, so he wouldn't bother asking for them. Goemon popped yet another chocolate bar into his mouth, perfectly content with letting his part of the conversation end there. Not like that was going to happen.

[Lenneth Archimedes]

"Lenneth Archimedes," She nodded and analysed the intruder who got in undetected, treating the couch and chocolates as if they were his own. There was a degree of casualness about him, evident in his posture and manner of speech. It didn't take a lot of effort to figure out that this Servant had slipped in through the window, given his attire. He wouldn't be wearing civilian clothing had he shifted through the walls, as clothes didn't dissolve into spirit along with their wearer. "A fitting choice for your MO, Gen. Now you have another blade with which to strike from the dark. Though it seems like you've nabbed yourself a pretty spunky one. Sure, he might be some kind of legendary killer, but let's not forget who's packing the command seals and donating the prana."

And that was Lenneth Archimedes.

Her eyes shifted back out the window, as a plane passed by in the distance. She took aim at it, pointing with her finger and making a "pshew" sound as she pretended to zap the fuselage. Planes were such messy things. She knew, of course. There was an instance when some vampires had hijacked a plane she was riding. She was very limited by the whole "40 000 feet in the air with a pressurised cabin" thing, and couldn't fight at her most devastating.

Good thing Eva was there to back her up. Those were some good times.

Now admittedly, she would've said something like, "And their flesh will be our barbecue", but then the side-comment about the bloody wine had pretty much killed the mood. No, it hadn't just been killed. It had been assassinated. Now she was just imagining a cheesy pun, since he was rather blunt about it. But if one had to over-think the situation in a pseudo-philosophical manner, and Lenneth Archimedes was always one to over-think things, he had said it so smoothly that it didn't seem abrupt at all.

"So I take it he's some sort of Master-hunter." Again, it didn't take much thought to figure out the implications of the Assassin class. After all, Servants probably didn't sleep and assumedly would keep their guard up all the time.

"Well, that does make our job a lot easier." Eva could only look in disappointment that this guy had raided her chocolate stash. Nevertheless, after pushing her glasses up her nose bridge, she forced herself to smile. Genessa had summoned him, so that meant that she was stuck putting up with this chocolate abuse. How cruel the strands of fate were! "Please, call me Eva!"

"It does. Now Gen, what's the game plan? I was thinking we should spend the rest of our daylight hours today reconnoitring the city, seeing as the four of us could easily cover the general directions, but you're in charge." Lenneth was straight to the point when it came down to doing business. But just give her something casual to discuss, and she would eventually start beating around the bush until she could insert some fire metaphors.

Eva stayed quiet, and munched on a Snickers bar. Now came the intensive part.

[Genessa Satellizer]

"It does. Now Gen, what's the game plan? I was thinking we should spend the rest of our daylight hours today reconnoitring the city, seeing as the four of us could easily cover the general directions, but you're in charge."

After all the pleasantries out of the way, all that's left in the meeting is the strategy planning. As Lenneth said, she's in charge. She didn't elaborate why, probably because she doesn't feel the need to explain to the group. She just assumed that since this is her grail war, they let her lead.

With that she took out a small black hardcovered book, making sure the window is closed before flipping through some of the pages. "Before we start talking about reconnoitring let's talk about the battlefield we're in."

Starting with the most fundamental, familiarizing the battlefield. Not just the land but also the leyline and the climate. A great magus should know how to use the terrain to his advantage and if cannot, be creative about it. A battlefield can be just as treacherous and possibly even more dangerous than the enemy themselves. Increased awareness should also make them more senstive to changes occured on the battlefield.

"Like the previous holy grail war, the stage for the waltz will be urban terrain. Higher chance for the public to see us, I know and since we're basically walking within the Churchies backyard our move will be limited. Those Executioners will be breathing on all our necks during the whole war so let's make sure to behave ourselves." she added.

"Now onto the less pleasant news. It's barely the first day yet there have been rumors floating around, strange incidents occurring within the city. One such rumors, was that there's "maneaters" prowling within the city and feeding on the innocent by-standers. As we have not much to go on yet, we shall assume these are familiars employed by third-rank party and crush them with extreme prejudice. Just treat it like your simple mission."

[Ishikawa Goemon]

"It does. Now Gen, what's the game plan? I was thinking we should spend the rest of our daylight hours today reconnoitring the city, seeing as the four of us could easily cover the general directions, but you're in charge."

"Yes, master Farron " he emphisized, "do tell us of your master plan. I'm most eager to hear it." Goemon snickered to himself. He shouldn't have said a word, really. But could you blame him? What good were false names if your friends didn't stick to them? Honestly. Girl should have told them ahead of time. Oh well, hopefully the new arrivals would catch on and keep their mouths shut. Even if they had seemed to give their real names. Huh. Wasn't expecting that at all.

Goemon hummed to himself, having finished the last of his chocolate and pocketed th remains to keep the place tidy. Hands behind his head, feet kicked up on the armrest; Goemon was in a good mood. He had a compitant master, or close enough, and she had friends. Who were apparently battle experienced. They would make excellent fodder for them. And who knows, maybe they might even take out a few masters in the process? Shouldn't be too hard. Not all of them are as well trained as these girls seemed to be. Once more Goemons inner voice told him to hold off faviorable judgements until after he had seen them in battle but Goemon ignored it like he had been ignoring a certain other voice in his head. 'You know you love the company' I do but every time I acknowledge your existence I move one step close to being considered legally insane, so hush.

"Like the previous holy grail war, the stage for the waltz will be urban terrain. Higher chance for the public to see us, I know and since we're basically walking within the Churchies backyard our move will be limited. Those Executioners will be breathing on all our necks during the whole war so let's make sure to behave ourselves." Goemon couldn't help but wonder if that behaviour comment was meant for him. Maybe it was due to his own paranoia, or maybe it was due to that quick glance his master sent him while finishing that sentence. He quickly disregarded it. He'd obviously cause no trouble. He was made for sneaking, not going toe-to-toe with other servants....Even if that's something he could do if it came to that. hurr hurr

"Now onto the less pleasant news. It's barely the first day yet there have been rumors floating around, strange incidents occurring within the city. One such rumors, was that there's "maneaters" prowling within the city and feeding on the innocent by-standers. As we have not much to go on yet, we shall assume these are familiars employed by third-rank party and crush them with extreme prejudice. Just treat it like your simple mission."

Goemon merely nodded at the given command. Feral beasts. Just something else he'd have to kill in this war. On the bright side, maybe he'd get the chance to fight one of them before he took on a servant? It'd make a good practice battle to keep the feeling back into his sword swings.

[Lenneth Archimedes]

"Ah, goody. Some target practise." To Eva, there was nothing that metaphorically smelled as close to chocolate as practise. One could never underestimate practise, and its values. She picked up a Cloud 9 from her pocket. "Great timing, too. I've got a few new tricks up my sleeve, and I haven't had any missions recently. It's high time I tried them out."

"So what are the limits? No blowing up warehouses? No liquefying cars? They've got to be really stuck up if they won't let me turn a car into molten slag. I mean, come on. It's what, some loose Euros to replace one?" Lenneth cleared her throat after stopping herself. That was not the most professional way to think. "I guess I'll just have to stick to piercing attacks."

"And slice and dice."

"Yes, slice and dice." A little spark burst as Lenneth snapped her fingers. Somebody was reared and ready to go. Nevertheless, there was a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Didn't expect we'd start this war by cleaning up some guy's mess, though." Vampires, experiments gone wrong, wild familiars... she'd seen the ups and downs of these activities, and compared it to putting down stray animals.

Yes, even if Magus 614 made this absolutely terrifying beast of such destructive potential as to level a city in a matter of hours, it wouldn't satisfy her if the magus himself was a pushover in battle. Still, it would make up for it if they had a nice, lengthy conversation while she slowly immolated him. Then she would be able to have a truly fulfilling time discussing the philosophy of fire.

Oh, and that was going to be after she obliterated that beast. Whatever it might've looked like.

"Well, as long as they're flammable, I guess I can enjoy killing them until Masters show up. Wouldn't you say, Private Eye Farron?" Lenneth smirked. "I forgot to ask for your alias."

[Genessa Satellizer]

"Ah, goody. Some target practise.Great timing, too. I've got a few new tricks up my sleeve, and I haven't had any missions recently. It's high time I tried them out."

That remark was greeted with furrowed brow, while she's not one to critic other's method, she also prefer it if her company didn't use an untested method. Friendly fire is the least of one worries, it might even unintentionally decapitate someone. Chewing her lips slightly, she choose her next few words carefully so as not to wound Eva's feeling and yet retaining her strictness at the same time.

"I normally advised to use only tried-and-tested magecraft but I would be more lenient this time. There's no way to know how good is the enemy intelligence network so all I ask is to take basic precautions, like evacuating the civilians within the area and also casting magic barrier around us to prevent the authority from interfering."

"So what are the limits? No blowing up warehouses? No liquefying cars? They've got to be really stuck up if they won't let me turn a car into molten slag. I mean, come on. It's what, some loose Euros to replace one? I guess I'll just have to stick to piercing attacks."

"And slice and dice."

"Yes, slice and dice. Didn't expect we'd start this war by cleaning up some guy's mess, though."

"You can do all that and much more only if we confirmed a Master or two is in it and not civilians Lenneth. We're not savages, we use precision." As if to emphasize her point, she nodded to Assassin. "If the Master and Servant work together, it'll fall on you to distract the servant so they split up Assassin. Otherwise, just watch over us in case of reinforcement."

A thought in her head pop up as to torture the Master first to get intelligence on other Masters but she knew the luxury of doing those things would be rare. For one, a Master can use command seal to summon his servant back to his side immediately, which would make it a fatal mistake. A master without a servant however....she turned her head slightly towards her servant and said,

"Assassin. Your top priorities are to scout the cities for any Master that has lost their servants. However, you are not allowed to kill them. Subjugate the target and bring them to us."

"Didn't expect we'd start this war by cleaning up some guy's mess, though."

“I think we’re quite lucky. It’s a perfect method to gauge the level of the Masters we’re about to compete against. With this we should know who to leave alone and who to take care of.” With a slight smirk on her face.

"Well, as long as they're flammable, I guess I can enjoy killing them until Masters show up. Wouldn't you say, Private Eye Farron?" Lenneth smirked. "I forgot to ask for your alias."

“For this mission, I go by Claire Farron. If you wish to make up an alias it’d be wise to do so now and share with all of us. Also we would need to decide our callsign...just in case one of the other Master manage to tap into our radio signal.”
Leaning back slightly against the chair she had been resting on she waited for their answer.

[Ishikawa Goemon]

Goemon stretched, groaning as he felt something in his back pop. Goemon didn’t know why but for whatever reason he felt like he hadn’t moved in months. Geez, what was wrong with him? Lowering his arms back down the ninja reborn into servitude idly stared at the piece of candy he was toying with in his hands. Hmm, his stash was dwindling at a speedy pace. Maybe I’d do him well to sneak away a few more of Greenies chocolates…

‘Where have you been?’ Goemon heard a vaguely familiar voice speaking in the back of his head. ‘I missed you'. D’awww, I missed you too crazy voice.

"You can do all that and much more only if we confirmed a Master or two is in it and not civilians Lenneth. We're not savages, we use precision." Goemon’s master graced him with a nod. "If the Master and Servant work together, it'll fall on you to distract the servant so they split up Assassin. Otherwise, just watch over us in case of reinforcement." That sounded vaguely suicidal and suicidal tendencies Goemon did not have. Well, he could have the clones take care of that but still…

"Assassin. Your top priorities are to scout the cities for any Master that has lost their servants. However, you are not allowed to kill them. Subjugate the target and bring them to us." “Intel gathering? Sure sure.” What a perfect excuse to dick around on roof tops all night spying on people, and potentially abducting them to be horribly tortured for information. Just like the good o’l days.

“I think we’re quite lucky. It’s a perfect method to gauge the level of the Masters we’re about to compete against. With this we should know who to leave alone and who to take care of.” Good, his master understood that they didn’t have to strangle every master in the city themselves. Information gathering and an occasional neck snap can get them far in this kind of war.

“For this mission, I go by Claire Farron. If you wish to make up an alias it’d be wise to do so now and share with all of us. Also we would need to decide our callsign...just in case one of the other Master manage to tap into our radio signal.”

“Ooh! I have it for the callsigns. Let’s call shortie over there ‘Red’ and the chocolate lover ‘Greenie’. And you can be 'Silver' master. Then maybe you'll stick out even more in a crowd.” A beat. “Well it’s true. The one over there has green hair. Green! And ‘Farron’ over there’s got Silver! What the helll is up with your family genepool if your sporting hair like that?"

[] So, I originally intended to poke more fun at things/clean this up a bit but eh computer seizures so frak it. :V []

[Lenneth Archimedes]

"Oh, that." Eva nodded at the admonition as she took another bite of Cloud 9. Maybe the chocolate was starting to get to her, or maybe it was because of her excitement with trying out her new techniques. Either way, this had clouded the thinking of the usually clear-headed Enforcer. "Well I guess I should just save these tricks for the next mission."

Not that that was bad at all for her, no. The last of the chocolate bar went down her throat and she fetched a new one. "But if we're going to do this old school style, that means there's going to be a lot of arse-kicking to go around. Just leave the capturing to me."

For someone like Eva, solutions were simple matters that only seemed complicated if you didn't understand them. More complicated-sounding solutions were actually just groups of simple solutions working together. The way Satellizer was explaining the mission made complete sense, as it should.

"I suppose you can put it that way, yeah." She was still somewhat disappointed despite the explanation. "Well... as long as we get to do something during the course of the war, right?"

"And to make sure things get even better... why don't we just cut off their arms?" Lenneth looked out once again at the setting sun. "I mean, I've read up on the history, and these just basically went around killing each other. And if there's anyone who can do that while the enemy Servant is distracted, that's me. Or better yet, just let me blow him up once you've got all the answers. Or torch him slowly, even."

She coughed, as if to stop herself from talking, as she heard the ninja's suggestion - given in witty sarcasm, one might add. "I guess that would make you Black, then? But in all seriousness, why don't we switch those callsigns around? I can be Silver, Eva can be Red, and you can be Green, or something like that. Or we use completely unrelated colors. But as far as aliases go, I can be Nona F. Mecklenberg.

"Where'd you pull that one out of?"

Lenneth shrugged.

"In that case, I'll go with a nice, neutral one. Sascha Kramer."

Things were starting to get more interesting.

[Genessa Satellizer]

Looks like things are looking up. She knew that there are obvious flaws in her plan but it's a risk she's willing to take. These two come with their own will and if she didn't give them freedom to a degree, there would be friction.Assassin's witty remark does not help however but she have learned to get used to it. Just like she had learned to deal with Lenneth Pyromaniac tendencies or Eva Chochoholic.

"I guess that would make you Black, then? But in all seriousness, why don't we switch those callsigns around? I can be Silver, Eva can be Red, and you can be Green, or something like that. Or we use completely unrelated colors."

"Or we could go with the three B's. Blitz for me, Blaze for Lenneth and Blade for Eva. Oh you can be Dick. No need to thank me fo that. It was a pleasure." she winked at her servant with a smirk.

"But as far as aliases go, I can be Nona F. Mecklenberg."

"Where'd you pull that one out of?"

Lenneth shrugged. She coulda swore she heard that name from somewhere.

"In that case, I'll go with a nice, neutral one. Sascha Kramer."

So one Nona F.Mecklenberg for Lenny, which she just chalk it as Nona, one Sascha Kramer for Miss Eva and one Claire Farron for herself. Personally, she think there's no need to think up Goemon's nickname, his presence concealment is of high grade she doubt anyone would notice him. Or care. But hey, maybe he can come up with something witty for his own name.

"That said, does anyone else have any question? Suggestion? Complaints? Course, if not we can wrap up this meeting with a nice ribbon." She doesn't like long meeting. Human attention span can only last for less than half an hour and if she drag anymore they might forget everything she said. Best to kick back and let them take the rein for now.

[Ishikawa Goemon]

"Or we could go with the three B's. Blitz for me, Blaze for Lenneth and Blade for Eva. Oh you can be Dick. No need to thank me for that. It was a pleasure."

“Hurr hurr” How creative of his dear master. Goemon opened up another chocolate bar, crumbling the rapper and sticking it into his pockets with the rest. His newly refreshed stock of chocolate – oh, you didn’t see him swipe them? That’s the point – would keep him pleased enough to reframe from any further remarks.

For now.

"But as far as aliases go, I can be Nona F. Mecklenberg."

"In that case, I'll go with a nice, neutral one. Sascha Kramer."Thus did the ladies decide on their code names. Goemon himself didn’t care for one. He was a ninja. Ninja’s didn’t need code names. They needed names that struck fear into the hearts of enemies, sure but never code names. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel a bit…‘Are you feeling left out, Go-chan?’ N-no, not at all. I-I don’t want a code name or anything!

Goemon coughed.

Where was he.

"That said, does anyone else have any question? Suggestion? Complaints? Course, if not we can wrap up this meeting with a nice ribbon." Oh good, she was finally getting around to putting this meeting to a close. Goemon, chocolate in one hand and a twirling knife in the other, lazily looked over the women in the room.

Red head, Greenie, Silver. Jesus, he meant it as a joke before but really, what the hell was up with some of these girl’s gene pools. How in Amaterasu’s name did someone get natural hair like that? Goemon clicked his tongue, contemplating the pros and cons to ditching the group in favor of some leg work. It took only a moment, long enough for Goemon to consume another chocolate, before the pros won out.

Shifting his weight so he could be in a sitting position, then standing to his feet, Goemon stretched and groaned the entire way. Cracking his neck both ways, Goemon made for the window, deliberately taking it slow. The ninja figured it’d be better if they saw him leave instead of just disappearing. He should, really, just on the principle of being a ninja but eh, his master needed to know he was heading out.

Placing a foot on the open seal and hand resting on the opened window, Goemon took a moment to enjoy the light breeze that had blown into the room. “Master” Goemon said, his suit shifting into his much more comfortable battle garments. “I’m going to do some recon. Try not to get killed while I’m gone, m’kay?”

And he was gone.

[] Mkay, lets wrap dis thread up. V: []

[Lenneth Archimedes]

[red]"None here."[/red] Lenneth snapped her fingers. A little candle light appeared at the tip of one, which she held up and watched. It seemed to burn on air, and really wasn't hot if one knew what to do with it. What did it symbolise, exactly? Well that was something she had to figure out later, but it would definitely look good on a book of false philosophy somewhere.

She slowly put it out with her other hand as she saw the assassin leave - visibly - perhaps to send a message that yes, he was leaving, and that they should end the meeting here and now, Less talk, more action. [red]"Unless Sascha over there has one, we'll do our thing and scout around those places we agreed on. For whoever that jerk was who's throwing familiars around like nothing."[/red]

[green]"Yeah, here's one. Could you, I dunno, ask your Servant nicely if he would leave some chocolate bars for me?"[/green] This was said with a smirk, clearly something in jest, if somewhat semi-serious. Eva took her chocolate seriously, yes, but she had a year's supply in this closet. How bad would it be if she just shared a few, right?

[red]"I'll pay for every one he's eaten, so just make sure to count them well."[/red] This was apparently lost on her partner, who actually thought she was that serious about chocolate. [red]"But if that's the only issue you've got, then we're pretty much done here."[/red]

[green]"Aye, that's about it for us."[/green]