Emergency Call

[Aya Howard]

Day 2; 22:00

"Haa... Haa... get to the theatre, it's nice, haaaah? What the fuck is nice!? Ben you idiot!" Her pulse raced, while she was wasting breath on a complain. He had been very eager to join her on this trip to Lucca, before he caught the flu and was very envious of 'little Aya'.

Who was envious now? If he just knew about this hell hole! First all the trouble to get into the plane and then into the country. They seriously had thought that her documents and ID were fake. S'cuse me? Some people can look a bit younger. She had felt like a criminal, despite being the exact opposite. Always the upright citizen. She was the kind who would probably even pay for a gratis newspaper....

Back then, Aya only wished to get out of that place and have a nice word with that freak's boss, but now this had changed. "Why did I not stay...?" Everything was better than this! She had already been in bad situations, tight spots, but this time was really topping everything and she wondered if her heart would not give out any moment.

Now I know what all my training was for... She had to thank her father and all the superiors for their 'doting' nurturing of her body's muscles.

Now she needed every single of them to make a run for it. Those muscles were more than just to create an ass as an ogle item for some colleagues. She hated those guys, but she would right now prefer some human eyes on it than those creatures who wanted to literally take a bite. At least the guardsman, who was less lucky, was proof that they hungered after flesh.

It felt easy to leap several meters to the next balcony, all thanks to a little magic, and this was also the only thing that seemed to work right now. Well it was worth another try. She turned around mid jump and emptied the entire magazine into the body of that black mass of energy.... yes, energy. It had the shape of a dog, but maybe that was the reason why the projectiles did absolutely nothing.

"Just great! Can't you just die already, you sucker!?"

A little panic was in those words, as she landed, rolling off just in time to avoid having her head removed by one of those things. They were also quite fast and agile. That one at least had followed quite easily. People at least died when they were killed shot into their head, but those things were completely unaffected. Even a tank would take more damage..... and those were usually not in a theater. Monsters on the hand were not the usual guests in one, either.

Why did she have to put her nose into this? The flight was not nice, and after finally getting into town after that nightmare, it was basically just a pointless sightseeing tour to get a basic overview over the city. This was one of the last remaining spots on the tour, and despite her buddies suggestion, the ex soldier did not feel too compelled to pay a visit at first.

But then you hear a little scream and one thing comes to the next. The completely normal reflex. You run into the theater to play the hero and see some monstrosities, you open fire, kill a few, and then see another group that looks different, you fire again and nothing happens....

Okay? Nothing of that was normal. It should not be normal, or she was just going crazy. How wonderful would this be? Just a little pill every morning and nothing ever happened. The claw barely missing her head still seemed just too real to be a hallucination.

-Click- It was just getting better. Guns were your friend, during the training, it was not abnormal to sleep with them, and she really adored hers. They were like trustworthy friends, just that this gun of hers really failed its duty right now.

And she had hoped to keep this monster at distance. That thing was seriously ugly... Unfortunately the clicking sound was indicating a small problem with her ammunition. Unlimited ammo only existed in games. Where was the controller to enter the cheat code!? The beast was not providing an answer and instead was jumping at her again. At least something that was partly planned for once. Aya had already set some methods in her head to react accordingly. It was not exactly foresight, but it helped to have a set of possibilities in your head to act faster.

This and her reinforcement made this thing almost appear in slow motion. Hah! Bullet Time. Some cheats work, after all. But she would still prefer unlimited ammo and invincibility. Those things instilled fear in her heart. She could still not say anything about them, except for one thing. They were pure hatred, the embodiment of malice. If this had something to do with magic, then she knew why she had tried to stay away from the inner circle and only learned what she thought to be useful.

"Do you want to tell me that magic works here?"

She spun on her heel and delivered a well executed roundhouse kick straight at the place which supposedly held the heart and the wonderful cracking sound felt like a stone falling from her heart. The body smashed into the wall and stopped moving. A part of the inexperienced magus still had issues to accept that her roundhouse kick was more efficient than a bullet, but she did not care too much. Her life was on the line and if she had to play Karate Kid to survive, then oh hell, she would.

If only her time would allow it. 2:32 That was the time she had left until her reinforcement would wear off. "You won't just run away, after I tell you guys that I can throw fireballs, eh?" .....Guess not. There was also the problem that she had simply skipped that lecture. Well she never had a master that taught such fancy, flashy tricks.

Fixing the gloves and preparing for the next wave, Aya made up her mind. The time for running away had ended. If she needed to punch her way through, then so be it. "Bring it on!" She was ready to kill any dog like thing, and that ..ape... towering a bit over 2 meter....? "Who told you that you can just bring big daddy? I thought this was between you and me."

The next instant that thing was next to her. Had she fallen asleep or was this brat just much faster than it looked like? Her arms blocked, but she felt like something would break any minute. It really hurt, despite the reinforcement. Her power and reinforcement was beginning to wear out. Too much time wasted on running away.

"Could.. ow.. " Could what? Ah, right they could have just told about their weakness beforehand. She felt like an idiot know, but how should she know? There was no chapter about dealing with monsters in any of her books. "You goddamn Furball." Sounded kind of cute, but that thing looked more like a black, naked gorilla. "Shaved furball then, whatever." The fist came again, ready to squash her under its weight, but she was prepared this time.

She only needed a flip to the side to evade this vicious attack and use the moment for a speed run up its arm. She felt like one of those super ninjas at the moment and then kicked at the head as hard as she could. Not the most elegant method to be frank, but she thought for a moment that it was quite cool and grinned cheeky. Her short lived moment of victory. Theaters were not created to survive the weight of a supernatural creature and the reinforced kick of a careless Officer.

They broke through and the landing was partly cushioned by the beast that already began to fade away, but the glorious sight was not for Aya to be seen. The body was not the only thing that faded, her vision also began to give out and she really blacked out for 3.05 seconds. She counted the time and it seemed like an eternity, while the monsters were waiting to rip her apart. "Haha... great, Aya. Hey, playing the hero is nice and all, but isn't there some other fool out there who wants to play the hero and save me tonight? I'm not exactly quiet..."

A scream, gunshots, crashing floors? You had to be deaf to not hear that or they were just not as dumb as her. Whatever the reason, she was alone with some corpses and lovely black dogs.... "I should have brought some dog toys with me..." At least Mister Black Gorilla had fallen off the Building, his captured girl ramming her heel deep through its skull. Just wonderful that the only dirt on her clothes was her own blood, leaving some faint trail and maybe she was already turning crazy, but talking to herself felt a bit reassuring. There was just nobody else who was interested in sharing some friendly words of comfort.

"0:00" ...time was up and she felt sluggish and weak. The after effects were kicking in. She needed a steak and a good night of sleep. A pity that this moment would never come. Another drop fell and landed on something like a circle...


"!?" She had been too busy to notice it, but there was something like a magic circle on the ground. Did someone try to summon something? Where those things all the work of some crazy magus? It seemed outside of a normal person's abilities, but she knew that her knowledge was fairly meager and she was too tired to think straight.

The glow increased and the entire area was filled with light. "Don't tell me.... Give me a break..." Would she summon more of those things? Will shereally become a sacrifice tonight!?

[Chevalier D'eon]

It was nothing, a blank outstretching outline that made the servant question whether this was conciseness or limbo. In every direction it was barren with lifeless rocks protruding from the ground that had no color or real height. To say he'd opened his eyes to whatever this conception was supposed to be would be a lie, he had no eyes... he had nothing and yet this was still in a way existing.

The only real shades in this world were the warmer ones, red, orange, brown. This crimson was actually the over caste of the sky that loomed above, it looked like it had been bleeding for the longest time and still seeped life fluid onto the ground bellow.

Was this even a world, he had no body in which to interact with it. Why would heaven or hell be so plain? Nothing in the world looked like this, it had to be some kind of compromise between death and life. The mental task of trying to move his body gained no result and there was no way in which to adjust himself to see if a physical form existed. There was no need to though, this life was as light as air and the view was clear in every direction. This was more than a soul but less than a man.

How could things be viewed without eyes? Was it all just feeling? If such be the case how did he know what eyes were? How did he know his gender? The information was building up more and more without links. Was the entire purpose now to understand and then have nothing to filter that knowledge onto? This world held its own dominion and followed rules that weren't written in stone; they had to be learned.

Who am I? What am I?...

Human, Charles D'Eon; Chevalier and captain of the Dragoons of France. The time was the late 1800's during the time of the United States Revolution... It seemed just by asking the question, his mind could forge the answer. The spirit was being reconstructed.

How tall am I? What's my hair color? Skin Pigmentation? Outfit of choice...? Eyes? Shape? Weight?

Each question receive their mental answer and started to forge the body itself. Apparently he'd slipped up on the outfit though, remembering one of his old negligees ended up getting that manifested instead of something a little more proper. It was a skimpy thing, light and very revealing. Maybe his imagination ran a bit wild there, that was without hormones even in place yet. Soon enough though he held a solid body as 3 inch heels held him up over the desert.

It was now possible to interact with this world, but what could really be done? Was there anything worth exploring? It's not like he could just manifest food, or a home. No the limit on this power was based solely on himself alone. Raising one hand up with the back of his wrist pressed upward letting the hand linger downward, he came to realize that this body may have looked human; but it was much more than that.

All of this had taken place in a matter of seconds, it was caused by a alabaster circle that imprinted itself on the dirt bellow him. Slowly his body sunk into it stripping him of consciousness once more.

When those light lids fluttered open once more, he was standing erect around a woman who looked roughed up and beaten. The inside was cold, but well lit and a wide open area. Compared to the desert he'd just come from, this was actually quite welcoming. It looked a familiar in some ways... but there was so much infrastructure that made no sense.

What wasn't a welcoming sight was the sea of vicious looking pups that seemed to be circling them in a horde. The pure number was a problem, the damage they could inflict looked to be serious too. But they looked like they were moving in slow motion, it was like they were standing still ready to be slayed.

So the earth was giving him his chance huh? One shot at going back and making sure the article is published in full. His one deviant act against god was going to have its chance to be corrected. It'd almost make him grin, if his slipper didn't just step side ways into one of these things saliva pools....

" SON OF A BITCH!"

The yell outward was enough to actually make the demon hounds recoil a bit. It had been quite the sudden reaction from something they just saw rise out from the floor. The tone was laced in malice and the words following showed that very emotion in their broadcast. " Are you fucking kidding me?! OH LOOK LETS RUIN YOUR BIG FUCKING ENTRANCE WITH A PILE OF DROOL! Hey everyone have a good fucking yuck as the great Chevalier uses the utmost elegance in putting his shoe in a damn puddle of spit. I swear which one of you little bastards drooled this shit, huh huh? I'll cut you all down one by one till I get some answers."

True to his word, he'd put both hands out causing a mana rift between his fingers that lead to a twin set of crescent jagged butcher blades to come into his awaiting palm. As heavy as they looked, Charle's seemed to flow with the weight as if he actually used it. A lurid lemon aura cast itself as the servants eye flashed to the same sun drenched shade. Within the next moment the fight began with beasts that couldn't even translate the level of speed they were now opposed against.

Only a vapor trail of yellow energy gave anyone some level of perspective of what was going on. Dogs would seemingly burst into violent spasms of demonic blood, giving a couple of whimpers before fading out of reality. When each one had met that kind of fate, Charle's was seated on a bench behind Aya using a dish rag from the concession stand to wipe off the bottom of his foot. " Assassin class, Charles D'Eon. I'm assuming your my master... that or your a witness in which case..." Tossed his sight over to the twin blades he'd set down in order to do maintenance on his shoe.

[Aya Howard]

Great demon summoning. From little to no knowledge about magic turning into a freaking demon summoner. It was hilarious and sad. Dying so young after unlocking some super potential, because of some stupid accident. That was the thought until something with a human shape popped up and finished those beasts off with ease.

Well, she had also done fairly well at the final stage, but that person was just cheating. Aya could not even feel any reinforcement, and the silhouette was the only thing she could make out. It was difficult to follow this killing spree. But hey, clean up done. The stench was already a bit better and only two left standing. Although, number 2 was theoretically sitting....

"Hahaha," she returned a bit bitter, while turning around. "You complain because of some saliva? I'm bleeding all over and you still got your flashy entrance. At least I liked it.. it was funny, but if you want money for this damsel in distress show, then I'm sorry. I did not get around to get cash. I'm blank, right now."

On another note, fast, a potty mouth, Assassin class, Charles D'Eon, and she was probably the master. Assassin? Was that some kind of Succubus? What a weird dream. The last psycho test showed that she was fairly healthy. The air in Lucca was bad for her.

"You are not the devil in disguise, are you? When you want this entire contract thing with my soul and the other blabla, then give me a break. I'm a little worn out right now and you can forget about that demon tag game too. I was on my feet the entire day. My feet are killing me."

And many other things. The ego for one. Comparing herself with a demon was out of question, but couldn't someone grant her a bit of that super strength? Now only some stupid country cop needed to show up to complete this wonderful evening.

She already saw herself getting a wonderful new pair of accessories and a night in a cold, uncomfortable cell, because she killed a guard and vandalized the theater. She sighed and moved some misplaced hair strains out of her face. At least that did not happen.... yet. Aya was unable to focus properly, tired and worn out from that entire day. She could eat an elephant right now and still remain hungry.

This strange demon person was still busy with her shoes, while she tried to understand its intention and began to muster it from shoes, up to the eyes. Well there was also something between the shoes and the head that was attracting attention and causing a bit confusion.

"Well, are you sure that you want to be called Charles? You really don't look like one, you know?" Well, demons might not care about gender, but a bit realism, please. She'd love to return from this fantasy world before pink birds would start to speak to her. Maybe while flying on their back. It would be amazing. Not half as amazing as some succubus with a male name, over-sized knives and a goddamn pair of high heels slashing some tank dogs apart, but she would like to see it, some other day.

"Do you have some food with you?"

[Chevalier D'eon]

"Son of a bitch..."

It was just the best words to describe how he felt right now, this wasn't acceptable in the least! This crap may of wiped off, but it still smelt like shit. That made no sense, all the demon pups had already vanished with their deaths... but not the drool! Oh no no no, can't have that magically into thin air too! That'd be too fucking convenient.

Getting frustrated he'd swipe more furiously getting no where at this point. It was important to note that there wasn't a spec of blood on someone who just butchered a whole lobby of these things. Actually all that speed winded him a bit, but Charle's wasn't the type to waste energy so the battle was decided before his stamina went to total shit.

" You know what, fuck it. Just plain fuck it, i'm not dealing with this shit anymore." It was hard to watch someone so deadly complain about something as arrogant as vanity, but the Dragoon captain was doing it non the less. Reaching downward he'd lightly touch the handles of Le Fortelle causing them both to fade back into his mana pool. They seem to combust from the inside and go off like a small firework.

Judging by his remaining mana that he could feel and the prana level coming off Aya, it was fair to say she was a master and in battle before Charle's took the field. What the bitch couldn't deal with a couple dogs? Well this was going to be a disappointment, oh well it's not like he'd get to reroll for a new master... at least she wasn't ugly. Might have some decent clothes too, not that he found anything wrong standing in the open wearing what was practically lingerie.

So that settled it, this was his master and there was no reason to kill her. Actually he'd reached that conclusion upon being summoned; there was no one else around with a prana signature that could of done it. As the son of a lawyer he knew how to read evidence pretty well, it was a open and shut case. The strange thing was, this chick seemed completely confused... did she pull off something as complex as a servant summoning without knowing it? Hell was that even possible?

Aya would get a concentrated stare from the tranny as his eyes watched her reactions for genuine emotion. There was clear confusion, exhaustion and a uncontent feeling about her. This was real, she was having a hard time accepting that though. Was D'Eon really going to have to explain how all this shit worked?! Why did he have to get summoned by a blond... they don't know anything in this era either.

Now that the action had died down, Charle's was free to take a look around this room. Lighting was not done by candle, it was hard to tell what fueled it. This wasn't sunlight, it was being projected from something underneath a veil. These weren't brick walls either, they seemed to be smoothed out and painted over. Carpet? Candy vending machine? Arcade games? Looking for sources he kept seeing plugs on the wall and attributed that with the host. There would be a lot to learn about this place, first he better deal with this woman.

A steady set of clicks on his heels carried the tall herm over to Aya. Both hips swayed in order to get smooth steps on each of the pegs protruding from the back of his shoes. In a moment he was standing over the blond like a mountain, one hand on his hip while addressing her. "You look like shit, got your ass kicked huh? So i'm guessing you summoned me cause you were cornered like a little bitch. Well I can't have you dieing on me." Flickered his finger out to gesture at the mark that had burned into Aya's arm. " Since you got no damn clue what you're doing, I tell you what those marks do. Basically your the dominatrix and i'm the sissy getting whipped. I have to do what you say or you can use one of those to force me to do it. They can also summon or dismiss me. You get 3, if those run out you epic fail and we don't win shit. But if we win, you get whatever your little heart desires. There's probably 30 or so people out there just like me all trying to do the same shit. I wouldn't worry about it though, I plan on winning."

That was the short version, she could ask her own questions. She had some snotty ass comments for someone who was ignorant to everything going on. "Don't call me the devil bitch, i'm your guardian fucking angel. I just saved your life from a pack of assholes so a little appreciation wouldn't kill your ass. Besides god is my lord and savior and the devil can have no rooms in my heart." Bible quote, maybe that was over the top but Charle's didn't care for being called a devil in the least.

" I wouldn't worry about minor shit like gender, you're in a war Blondie, just call me Charle's and live with it."

She wanted food now? Fuck what a needy woman. At this point the hermaphrodite progressed over to the solid metal case a crossed the room. Threw a right hand punch downward onto the concession stand glass causing more than enough force to break inside. Grabbed a couple chip bags and candy and walked back to Aya offering them over. "Looks like shit to me, but I guess you eat it."

[Aya Howard]

Okay, that weirdo was in her element. Cursing until the sun goes down? Heck, we already had past 21:00.... ? That was not possible. It was already later on the theater clock... Great, the watch was dead.

"Yeah, thanks for the compliment, but it was a horde of rats, those stupid dogs and a fucking, skinned gorilla for your information, and they forgot to mention those in the guidebook of Lucca. Heck, my gun didn't do a thing."

Running around from invincible opponents was more draining than the little fight after that. The fear was a good reason for that. God, she wished to scream and than this woman began to bitch at her. Somehow a fitting candidate to vent her anger on, just that she was this time around the weaker in the quarrel. It's been ages for this to happen.

Aya took another breath and still felt physically exhausted, but the prana for reinforcement was back. Took its sweet time, but she would be ready for round 2. Yet that demon angel had ended the game. No need to complain, though. Those things were gone, the day could only get better. How wonderful that she had no idea how she should explain this whole ordeal to the authorities, and she would leave a great amount of evidence behind, blood and tons of bullets.

Would they think of her as a cannibal because of that corpse? Well, after growing a rather special set of teeth perhaps. It was quite clear that some dog had taken some chunks out of it.... the stench was also already spreading through the room. Wonderful atmosphere for a dinner.

A nice theater, a cursing demon gal, rotting corpses, and candle light dinner light. That was all some of the smashed lights were capable of doing in some areas. Did she overdo it? The broken floor screamed yes, but they also had the last ingredient for a meal.

Chips... Not nearly enough to still her appetite and it was stolen. There was no way she could just grab and eat them. Even if Miss Charles, the Fetish Angel offered them to her. "Don't mock chips, try them at least before you make them down. They have fee.. no they don't but that's unimportant. There's no way I will eat them. You just stole them, ...Charles. Look, I can't just crash into the place, break things and get what I want.

That sounded so wrong after breaking a good part of the theater apart, but hell this was war. Charly had just said it. A war between humans and demons, or not? In what kind of mess had she landed? The symbols told her that the contract was already established. NO ONE HAD ASKED HER!

"I honestly don't give a damn about your gender or if you call yourself an angel. You just came out of the ground like in a fabulous demon summoning scene and if one of us looks like a dominatrix than it is you."

Honestly, she ran around in underwear and high heels! The Interpol Agent had already performed some secret mission in night dress and high heeled shoes, but for sure nothing on that speed level. Oh great, she was a cop and would now need to make a run for it. How embarrassing was that? Perhaps not as bad as getting saved by someone in underwear.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!" The best way to get rid of some frustration was a bit of cursing and stomping into the ground. Only the loud thud of another part of the ruined upper part ungentle kissing the ground made her stop and frown. Cursinator had mentioned a war, and this place looked like a battlefield.

Her shots had been clear hits and she could declare with pride that there were no bullet holes around, but the wild escape and beasts running into walls like some bulls had made the structure integrity of this theater suffer. She sighed again.

"Fine, fine... monsters, demons, I already believe in that stuff. So am I supposed to meet those other heroes of justice to finish off more of those bastards, will they come to me, or is there some hotline for my lovely problem?"

She wanted to take her notebook for some entries, but all she had in hands was some collection of shredded papers. One of those freaks got her jeans. Still better than Underwear Woman, but Aya hoped that she would not show too much skin. Another pair of jeans would have to take over and they were one of her favorite pair.

"My wish right now is to get out of here and eat some steak. Maybe it's a small wish, but you said it yourself. Have a small heart in here. Complain all you want Blue Lingerie, but I've already got my good share of conflicts and Wars and this is a shitty game. I only got one life here and no save points. I'm not Herakles...."

This partner was reliable, all nice and good, but that would not mean that the hobby magus would have the nice opportunity of sitting back and even after her car with all the extra shipment of guns and ammunition would arrive, it had showed that those would not be too effective and she doubted that the armor piercing ones would do much better.

So it was fist against claws. Eye against teeth... yeah they also wanted to bite her eyes out. It was nicer to fight someone with a bit of morals... something that could be shot....

[Chevalier D'eon]

Damn this chick had a mouth on her, she swore entirely too much. There was easier ways to communicate then using reliable verbs like fucking, nouns like fuck and accusations like fucker. If the Germans knew their word was going to be abused like this, they might have considered making it less flexible.

Finally taking the time to observe this woman, he had to note that she was packing heat... seemed decently attractive and was on full alert. On top of that she seemed to hold the law in high regard, the final conclusion! He'd been summoned by a cop. That was probably a good thing, he needed someone who was going to be alert and untrustworthy of those around, her attractive appearance might become an issue for drawing attention... but it was clear to say she could handle anything on the non prana level with relative ease. Still with so many servants running around? That didn't really mean much, magus were back up support and against a servant that hasn't even been weakened? They bore no chance of victory. The speed, power and even intelligence of the most heroic warriors in the past just were far superior. Referring to himself as a hero? Seemed like a ill-modest bastardized concept.

Was she really shocked that her bullets couldn't pierce their skin? They were beings formed from mana, but what servant would summon them? They didn't look like their mana was relying on a near by source, rather it seemed like their roots were drilled into the lay lines of the city itself. Did the Grail summon them? Why would it? This was supposed to be a war between the servants. There was something else going on here, was the Grail really hunting servants? No, those things were too weak to take down a servant. Magi? Humans? Come on Charle's you're a genus right? Why would the grail summon creatures like that? It wouldn't there was nothing for it to gain. Which meant that they were escaping from voids from the Kings Throne. That was the only logical reasoning he could conclude at the moment.

" Bitch more why don'cha?" It couldn't be anymore clear that Charle's had no sympathy for anything that Aya had been put through tonight. As close as she may have been to dieing, this was just the tip of the iceberg. There were going to be multiple opponents on Charle's level... or maybe even beyond it. Winning this was going to take cooperation between the two of them.

" I want to get this out of the way because it's going to become an issue very fucking fast. You know that your a master and you're are far inferior to me. If someone can't beat me, they can kill you in order to reduce my stats to shit... but the same can be said of us. So I need to know right now if you're going to stop me from cutting down other masters? As an Assassin class they are typically my prime target but if you wish it, I can put all my effort into the servant. The choice is yours, just don't go regretting whatever your ass decides."

Did he want to kill humans? Not really, as a man of god "thou shalt not kill" was pretty clearly written into his believes. However there was no telling the type of things someone else might do with a wish from the Grail. Killing a master might mean saving the world or some shit. Some people who summon servants will want nothing more than to see the world in utter chaos, clawing at its own eye sockets until bleeding red tears.

D'Eon's eyes were directly locked on Aya, as a cop she might be able to hide her emotions from most people... however being a spy Charles excelled at reading peoples emotions from the most subtle of weaknesses in their composure.

Listening to her talk as more than frustrating. She was on the war front, the front fucking line and she was talking about "stealing is wrong." This place was reduced to shit, these vendors weren't going to get to resell this trash. Hell with as much damage as the building took and this whole city was going to take? No one was going to be able to hold a business, by the time the theater was fixed all this crap would be stale anyway. Whatever, the hermaphrodite was the servant so Aya could make whatever decision she wanted.

" I don't need food, they look like their chalked full of fat anyway." Much rather prefer a good bottle of wine, though his brands date back 200 years it was doubtful any of them even existed anymore. Vineyards still existed though right? If there was a moment of peace he'd want to find out what wine tasted like in this era.

Back on topic, there were a couple things he needed to get into this womans head before they progressed. " If you don't want to steal, cheat or kill you're going to have a hard time winning a war. How high we climb in this is based on how we work together, either one of us separately is royally screwed. Reality is going to smack your ass like a drunk Scottish elder unless you wake up before that happens and thus are prepared. The two of us have to utilize every ability, connection, power and influence in order to take the gold. At this rate we'll be taken out in the first fucking round."

At this point Charles started pacing back and fourth channeling the deeper levels of his thought process. The mans mind was hard at work trying to figure out the best way to explain all of this to her. There was a total of 12 clicks in both directions before the herm turned and started walking in the other direction. Every time he passed Aya his eye rolled to the corner of the socket to take a glance at her. It wasn't like Charles regretted getting this woman as a servant, she has a lot of potential even if she didn't realize it yet. Son of a bitch, he may have been a genus but he sucked at articulating.

" Your a cop, someone like you doesn't judge someone based on their appearance. You're not nearly as observant as I assumed one to be, you're looking but your not picking up the right shit. Hell your eyes seem more concerned about this room then the fact that you just entered a all or nothing free for all." Stopped his pacing in order to turn and face her, advancing forward so that the other woman was in arms length.

Aya seemed kind of short, or maybe all the women of this era were. Hell he got flack for being too damn tall to be a woman back in the 1800's. Little bastards took bets on his gender and thought that the Chevalier didn't even know about it. At 6.5 though there was a lot of distance between the two of them, though it might start answering her gender inquiry wouldn't it?

"Fine, lets use the right terminology then shorty, i'm a servant, you're a master... and those things were demons. Also dominatrix's wear darker colors like black or sometimes red. Colors that are associated with a more demonic nature. Black is night, red is blood." Lifts up some of the slack of his negligee to give it a little emphasis. "As you can clearly see this is light blue...like the sky. That's a color more associated with the sun, or light. Get it? I'm trying to tell you i'm one of the good guys." Would that be enough for her to drop this demon shit? Demons were warriors against god so the term was pretty insulting... of course Charles could have just said that, but instead he went into a rant about colors.

Finally she was getting her head in the game and the hermmie could address much more potent issues other than clothes or anti-Christ demons. "Some of the servants who attack us might be good people, but if they are weaker than us we need to be the ones who win in order to make sure that the assholes actually lose. Besides just because a servant is good doesn't mean the master is, vice versa on that. Even if a master loses their servant, they can kill another master and steal their command spells. That means if you lose me, you're still a threat and unless you go to whoever is over seeing this war and seek their protection, you'll be a target. We might want to figure out who the hell that is for future reference."

This food shit was going to become really annoying... he needed to get this bitch something in her stomach or she wasn't going to drop this issue. With a not so subtle roll of his eyes, he offered his gloved hand down to the other woman. "Fine, i'll take this as a order. I don't know this city so you're going to have to tell me where you plan to eat this stake." At least some words were still the same, he knew what a stake was.

[Aya Howard]

"You want to hear me bitchin'? Okay, I can give you that, Miss, I am not a demon because I wear peaceful blue. You are cursing nonstop, not as bad as my ex drill sergeant, but hell, listen to yourself. And then you come to me with your good guy talk, suggesting to steal, and kill people?"

She spoke down to her and Aya did not like that. Absolutely not. Although she was relatively calm and collected, some had really complained that she was hot headed. Yeah, right, like they knew her. They just didn't give a dime about her or her opinion, as long as she was a good little puppy, that could bite the target's head off on command.

Her face was showing anger, and heck she was pissed off for being called short. "And I am not short either, beanstalk. What are ya wearing those high heels for, anyway? Going to impress the next giant on the street or what? I really don't care about your psyched out circumstances, but I am not going to kill someone for a freaked out game. Those things were clearly not human and when there are others out there like us..." She was considering to not put herself into Team Underwear, but it really seemed that they had a contract of sort.

"... then it is obviously more intelligent to team up with them. Everything about you is as dark as the night, it's even getting cold and you belittle me, while standing there in underwear. Some people wear more when they go to bed."

She was so furious. Taken for an incompetent, short, idiot, was the least she expected after this stupid day. Somehow she wished to be comforted... like some stupid little girl. Okay, that punk had a point with some things, but she was not in the mood to listen to that comment. If she did not like Aya, then she should just get lost and look for someone else. Could not be so hard now, could it?

"I am goddamn hungry, after this workout, but that does not mean that I am a weakling. Don't think you are Super Woman just because you beat some dogs. Take out a tank to impress me, will ya? I won't stand for this. I worked hard to finally become a cop and am not going to ruin that for some stupid gladiator game with monster slapstick and experience boosting. I only wanted rest tonight, but ...."

The dog in her was not just whining anymore and barking, it was ready to bite, the tall demon lady, even if she might actually hurt her teeth in the progress. Aya began to draw symbols into the air. "どいつもこいつも......" She fell back into one of her bad behaviors to speak in this foreign language, that she hardly even used the past years. One could see what extreme aggression and pure stress could do to a person and this night was far from normal. It was a goddamn nightmare!

"おい、ざけんな! 何言ってやんで、嗄れ声ちゃんよ!?　つ焼きをやるべきわね。それでは、できることを見せ、テメエを剥製にしてやろう。 かかって来なはれ!"

Just random comments about showing her how pissed she was and that it would be clear who boss was after the next couple of seconds. Not even worth anything, but she did not care. The freshly baked cop did not even care that it was dumb. It was stupid. Oh god, how stupid that was, but she did not wish to play the role of the underdog. It was better to be the boss in that chaotic, messed up psycho game, than the pet and despite his last words about a stake, she was clearly the underdog?

Besides, was only the pronunciation off or did this person not even know a steak!? What in the world was that supposed to be!? Time for round 2, or 3.. maybe even 4? Agh, what the heck, it did not matter.

Interesting was only that this one was tougher than the previous ones and for even more interesting reasons her servant. "I don't wanna, so let's make this clear. Move your high heeled ass over here and fight with me."

[Chevalier D'eon]

Damn it, fucking sucked being such a genus but having the weakness of low articulation. Aya wasn't catching a thing he was saying, questions were being taken as straight up assumed answers... Shit though this chick had been swearing just as much, ok maybe not as much... but who the hell was she to get upset about cursing when her tongue wasn't clean of them either? Where was this damn situation leading to, actually he knew the answer to that one which is why he'd slowed down before... but apparently with this chick he'd need to come to a dead halt.

Really the tranny would of loved to had some time to examine all the technology in this room alone. Aya wanted to leave though and get a meal, well actually that had been her goal until she'd decided to turn on the guy who just saved her life. What a way to show appreciation? Charle's had to calm her down without beating her down, if they were throwing blows at each other their first day as servant and master... then they had no chance of winning this shit. Winning the fight would be easy, that wasn't the point... quelling this fight was his only chance at being convinced they could take the gold.

"I'm not saying you have to do shit lady, you're the one in control here. I'd rather not kill people myself, god frowns on that and I want to keep my ass within the boundaries of the big ten. However I don't think it's stealing cause they are going to have to trash this food. When I commanded the dragoons, we didn't burn down our enemies resources; we used them ourselves. You wanna see that as stealing? That's is your call sister. You're the one with the bull whip, so crack it and take control. The only reason i'm able to suggest shit is because you are leaving the floor open. Stop trying to wake up from a dream and realize you're in a fucking war... Now let's try this shit again, I gave you my name stop being a bitch and tell me yours."

That was Charle's idea of toning down his rudeness. While he may of made solid points, they would be blurred and gored by the manor in which they were delivered. They really shouldn't stay here though, getting her that stake would at least allow them to change locations. Not only would those things have scouts in this area to find out what happened to a party they could no longer sense, but fighting would mean reducing both of their prana pools and making themselves vulnerable to another servants attacks.

This chick must of had the most tolerant boyfriend in the world, actually based on the way she was soloing this mission and not stressing over contacting anymore... or worried about another persons safety, Charle's was pretty sure this chick was single. It had to be conveyed and realized just how much of a bad idea it was to attack someone who was dedicating their existence to your protection. Thinking shit like that was easy, but when it came out of D'Eon's mouth, it tended to get lost in transition and instead evolved into a borderline insult... or direct one, however someone chose to hear the way he spoke.

Bean stalk?... Hell he wasn't self conscience his height at all. Looking down with a frown it was like his eyes were measuring the distance to the floor. The herm really didn't remember being this far off the floor, maybe it was the heals? Still she wasn't letting this underwear shit go, Charle's tried to ignore it for the sake of getting the topic some where else. Who was this chick to talk about clothes anyway? " If you hate this look so much, you can tell me to change into something else. Well theres no damn resources for that here, but ya could give that order later. It's not like I wont comply, although I thought this look was quite fucking sex." Bit his lower lip to keep from grinning, the truth will set you free right? It's not like he was ashamed of anything.

Sighs, lets try this disgusting nice shit. It was going to sound fake as hell, but he needed to be on good terms with this Sweeney. " Fine fine, I see where you're are coming from. I'm sorry for insulting you, not very good team educate. I'm trying to force some pretty bizarre facts down your throat. You summoned me from the holy throne as a contender in this battle. We were teamed up because I guess we're compatible in some way or another. I don't really know about the demon dogs. If I were to guess i'd say the Grail summoned them to clean out the weak shit. .. As for me being demonic, hell assume what you want. You're Heat, so use some mind tricks to interrogate me into saying something evil. I guess saving your ass wasn't enough to show that much." Ok... shouldn't of said that last part, but he was bitter about being called evil.

" I'm not going to fight you, if you want to kick your own protection go ahead. If you want to waste all your command seals to eliminate our pact you can do that too. Like I said before girl with no name, you're in complete control. Hence the term master and servant." Folded arms under his chest, if she was a magus she could attack for some real damage. But if it was the only way to get them on the same page, then let her wack away.

[Aya Howard]

Her speed was insane, perhaps there were even faster ones, but it was already hard to keep up with her, less fighting her. Maybe... I see, yes.

The preparations were in progress and it did not take long, until she had some moves ready to fight. Aya could only count on the plans to remain a competitor in the bout, she had been on the losing end for quite too long, including the bad flight. Only her handheld, something she had not used in ages could help her over the long and boring flight. Her trusted, most loyal friend, ...confiscated by those jerks because it was supposedly something that could be a bomb. Atomic Portable!?

At least she had the time to play some oldies and new games, that were otherwise not on her time schedule, or that was the problem. The cop was tired, exhausted and full with crazy video game experience. Perhaps her brain was just carrying all that info over and trying to convert it into reality. The blond ex soldier felt the great urge to throw some energy ball at the lady in blue for the next insult, but that was also the end of the supposed bout. No matter how many plans she had ready, this one a definitely uncalculated result. The least expected, and Aya had won.

Yet, it felt to her like she lost, like a little kid lectured by an older, wiser master that she was not ready yet and would just end up beaten down. Of course, she could rush in and beat her into submission, like she had intended before, but images of rushing in like a hotheaded beginner just to get beaten down were replacing her plans. It was far from a victory.... she had lost, to that underwear girl, who demanded that her outfit was sexy.

"Yes.... it makes no sense to fight, and no doubt, you certainly can pick up some guys on the street with that outfit." She facepalmed. Yes, there were prostitutes with more decent clothing than her. Aya herself did not care much about the appearance of her opponent, but maybe some guy.. servant.. or whatever would be hesitant in slaying her right away. Okay, the appearance of an opponent could be important.

Who would not enjoy to bring a naked guy in handcuffs, where you could count the patches of dirt, because he had not showered for weeks on the dark, slimy skin, filled with kilos of meat, that overshadowed any pork. Ewww...... the mere thought made her shudder and praise the existence of gloves and decontamination. Anyway, her clothes, that was calculated. In some way quite brave, and Aya knew that she would not have the courage to go that route, or was it just too dirty of a trick? Right and Wrong, that should be so easy, but the boarder already began to blur and that all because of some monsters.

Monsters... in the 41st Millennium, there is only war. On the edges of the Imperium, Aliens lay in wait and plot. All that stands in their way are the mighty Space Marines. They are more than mortal, they are steel and they are doom.

No fear, no retreat, no mercy. The Angels of Death.

And heavily armed and armored. How she would like to have a bit extra defense around. Lingerina did not seem to require any extra protection, but the human magus felt a great need for everything. Aya was regretting that she had forgotten her Grenade Launcher, loaded with Acid Rounds in her imaginary trunk, somewhere in the non existing land of Aya's Dream Land. But nobody had ever told her about monster dogs and gorillas that came out of nowhere, reducing her gun to a mere toy.

Space Marines, huh.... well, 2nd Millennium. It was clearly a bit too early and so a woman and her trusting Lingerina went to war against monsters and other monster hunters.... That was really the part that was hard to swallow. Why did she need to fight others? This was the most crazy and absurd game plot of all times, and really lacked an introduction. No tutorials, no leveling up, no creation of a party. Reality sometimes was just worse than anything made up by a bunch of crazy movie or game makers. She had hoped that this 'reality' was just a dream, but pinching her own cheek quite roughly did not help, and Charle's comment just added another heavy weight on her. THAT WAS REAL!

She continued to rub her stinging cheek and gave a proper reply, trying to ignore the still rather potty dialogue with her so called servant. "My name is Aya Howard, I am an ordinary woman trying to find some things out about a tragedy that occurred many years back in Fuyuki City." She held her ID up, identifying herself as an Interpol Police Officer, albeit not expecting any great reaction from Lingerina. She was quite clearly not from this world. "And you are my servant, Assassin, called Charles D'Eon, something like .. a familiar?"

But wasn't there more? After cooling down, and trying to ignore the rather intense hunger, some things came to mind. "Hmm... that name sounds quite familiar. I think I remember having heard it already in the past.... Charles Geneviève Louis Auguste André Thimothée d'Eon de Beaumont?" That was a Charles d'Eon and the person she had read up on, after acquiring one of that person's past possessions, but this person did not look like that one at all!

"Well.... no matter the sex. I don't mind it too much, but it is quite cold out there." Okay, she minded it. It was one thing to have a naked opponent, but it was another, and quite embarrassing when the naked fighter was a part of your team. Especially when you were the master, whatever that was, but it sounded like someone who gives orders. They could as well think that Aya had some quirky taste and wanted her servant to dress up like that. She frowned and removed her jacket, proceeding with throwing it to Charles.

"Here. It is not the best, and a bit small, but it will at least cover the shoulders." Yes, it was really a long way before she could cover Assassin. There was still the quite clear visible ass window, not to mention that the lingerie was also leaving some windows on the chest open, that offered more than just a little suggestion. Now, the cop was not prude, but this was quite clearly an outfit for another kind of battle.

"Okay, let's just get out of here. Time's up." With those words, she headed towards the exit. Even the most lax of cops would only take around 5.37 minutes more to arrive, and she disliked the idea of being seen. Why me!?

[Chevalier D'eon]

Well the good news was she seemed to finally be off this whole "fight the servant" kick, bad news was she really didn't seem to want to drop the whole outfit thing. Was it really THAT bad? Granted he dressed differently than back in the late 1700's.. well duh, this kind of outfit didn't even exist back then. But really cops dealt with street prostitution all the time in France so why so different here? Maybe she was a newbie, that was more than likely the case.

In all honesty what kind of fight did she really hope to occur? Aya needed to have lightning reflexes and insanely capable eyes if she was even going to understand a single movement the servant could produce. It wouldn't have even took a second to put Le Fortelle to her throat if the herm was so inclined to do so. That wasn't the point, this was about building trust and his first steps in that direction were falling flat on their face. It was much easier being the leader then being lead, as the captain of the Dragoon's soldiers did what he said without question. Only bad part about that was being hit on by other superior officers, when they got turned down they took it pretty personal. They were a good 300 years away now though... amazing by its own right.

As an assassin, reading people was something that he would like to believe he excelled at. But with this girl it wasn't that she kept her thought based physical reactions completely hidden... its that they didn't match up with anything remotely adult. It didn't matter if her reactions were masked or not, they were too jagged and inconsistent. It was like she knew what Charle's could do so her face was purposely screwing with his calculations. At first she seemed solid in her decision to strike, then she doubted it... then her eyes went up which typically meant looking for a lie or going into the past. Just too heard to read... she even had a face of accomplishment... So basically she attacked something in the past and it hit... so she threw a party? The Grail must of gave this blond to him as a giant mental strain.

Now she looked defeated, kinda like some child scolded for being out too late after 8 o'clock. Well it was the future, the curfew was probably more like 6 o'clock now... poor kids. Still how'd she go from victory to defeat that quickly? Maybe the hit didn't win the fight, it was just her best shot and she was satisfied with its force... but still ended up falling in the end? There was something about this era that just made emotions much harder to follow, he'd need to know more about common practice in this time if he was to decipher with their kind of logic.

Instead of playing the part of a timid little chipmunk, he'd instead make Aya more intimidated or rather "awkward" about bringing the topic of his outfit up again in the future. " You keep looking at it, maybe your seeing something ya like ey their half pint? Well this is a look but don't touch zone." And after softening her up with the comment, he'd make it worse by raising both hands interlocked behind his head, lifting one leg to slide up along the other in a rather sultry pose. Aya's type responded more thoroughly to physical action, detectives were sensitive to evidence and thus what they saw was what they could understand. Still Charle's chose his wording to make Aya feel like a little girl looking up in envy at a grown woman. If she was thrown off far enough, she'll be afraid to bring that kind of topic up again in the future.

Oh hell there she was again making that far off face like she was locked in some story book. This kid wasn't meant for anything but muscle, she seemed like the type that was too innocent to endure torture or any kind of paper work. One hand settled over his face, watching Aya from between his fingers as the sparks of the sun started to have their last flickers on the servants sights, bringing it back to their original cerulean hue. Getting used to this woman was not going to be easy, but that was the nature of a partnership he supposed.

Wanted to mutter "Welcome back." when her eyes came back to rest on Charle's again; but he managed to resist that childish insistence. Tapped the glove hand on his left cheek while watching Aya deliberate on if she should actually surrender her name. Luck would have it, she was willing to give that much... or make one up, cause Howard... wow that was irk. Slipping that hand from his face, the noble was shown an ID that confirmed that this woman was who she claimed to be. "An ordinary woman that reinforces her body, summons servants and works with the law granting her a lot more power than any civilian?... Ordinary my ass." One might almost think the shim was insulted by her answer.

Aya... it was a pretty name but the Howard thing still roughed it up. Still she didn't seem like there was any kind of wish on her head, instead she was investigating the events in a Japanese town? Well if she was a Magus maybe there was more to that than his mind was comprehending. Charle's may have wanted his own wish, but it seemed clear enough why the Grail and chosen them now. This girl was going to be researching something dangerous and it was going to be his job to keep her from getting hurt while she uncovered something sinister unmentionables... So be it, she needed a servant that was an escape artist and with the power to identify vulnerabilities it'd be hard to catch this chick. Not to mention she could handle a lot on her own from what Charles had seen.

"A familiar would be the closest description, but i'm fueled by one of Akasha's tools and you so i'm different. Your only going to get the pleasure of my company during this war, so enjoy this shit while it lasts. I would imagine theirs a church some where that you can ask questions about this whole thing. Even if you don't want answers, its the only place you'll be able to go and be safe if you lose me while the war is still going. Other masters wont want you to grab up a different servant and become a pain in their ass again, they'll kill ya straight out. But you can wing it too, I know quite a bit of shit and the more you know the better chances we'll work together and win this bitch. Fuck now I sound like a damn broken record." He said some of this shit already, last thing the servant wanted was to make this shit boring.

His mind and mouth had the same explicit reaction to Aya and they both sounded in tune with one another. "How the fuck did you memorize my full name?" His parents couldn't even do that right every time and they were the ones who gave the damn thing to him. " I guess everyone knows about me who does a little research... But shit..."

Why did this chick think he was cold? Frostbite wasn't really a threat with something as hot as prana surging through ones veins. Still if it put her mind at ease in some way, fine whatever. Slipping arms into the sleeves, Charle's pulled on the opposing side to fit it into a snug position. It felt smell, his shoulders were more broad and squared off than Aya's. It wouldn't be a problem as long as he wasn't in combat though. "Feels like crossdressing putting on a girls coat though."... yeah, he just said that.

"Relax, no one else can see me.. and if they can... get ready to fight for your life." Smirked following out after Aya.

[Aya Howard]

Aya had noted the mustering look of her servant, and it did not take a genius to see that it had lead to some confusement, but she had to admit that this was quite easy with her own display of inaptitude. She was slightly bemused after realizing that, yet kept her face under control, not showing any reaction.

But more important than that was what Charle would think about her. Even if she was still not fond of the idea to join some war game, she did not desire to be regarded as a complete fool by her partner. Unfortunately all thinking abilities in the world could not give the rookie magus the skill to read that tall woman's mind.

Perhaps one in her lineage could make use of Etherlite, one of the few things that the cop was really interested despite improving her physical powers, but she was also doubting its efficiency when used on a familiar of Assassin's level. There was no way she would just allow herself to get a thread connected to her head, and Aya fell behind in terms of speed when it came to servant level movements. It also was definitely not within her abilities to ever make use of that Etherlite.

Really unfortunate..... maybe it would allow her some insight on the screwed up workings of Lingerins' brain. There was absolutely no meaning to this gesture of trying to pose for her. She could as well keep this for some punter, and Aya was not interested. Instead of envy or disgust, she just frowned, before commenting dryly.

"A pity. This half-pint was beginning to get eager to inspect this body from top to bottom."

She was average height for god's sake! Besides that white haired woman was cheating with her high heels. Considering that some guys had a complex about taller woman, one might wonder about her usual customers... ah, wrong trail of thought. That one was of course a servant. The blond police officer could only not understand why she dressed in this stye.

Especially after the clear confirmation of the little hunch, that this was really the person from legends. Not much to note there. Perhaps she was crazy and just thinking that she was some soldier of the past, but she was clearly not lying. Aya could still rely on her instincts with this, but a person who was crazy enough to believe in it by herself would not be a lier, either.

There was no response to Assassin about the ordinary woman, trying to remain somewhat ordinary. There were not many indeed who would resort to the use of 'ordinary' when trying to describe Aya Howard, but that was when she acted among them, the really normal people. Everything on the world was based on comparisons and this situation was no different. She was just like she had said, not able to compete with the power ...and weirdness of D'Eon.

Funny enough the outfit could fit, but all attempts to imagine herself in it failed. Denied because of censorship. Well, her servant loved the potty mouth tour, one after another, and Aya grew tired of commenting on it, knowing too well how fruitless and dead this endeavor tree was. Besides, if not for the sudden involvement with powers beyond her imagination, it was a bit nice. She felt a bit nostalgic, taken back to her times in her training days. It certainly has been a while, and just thinking about it made her feel a bit old.

Nobody could see her age though. Time had flown past her without carving the harsh furrows of time into her skin. And this would likely remain until her return to Akasha. Given Assassin's repeated preaching about the chances of dying, this might happen earlier than the last fortune tellers stated. It was just some woman that read the lines in a hand, and was the only interesting part of the restaurant trip with a very boring suitor. At least she could fill her stomach and freaked him out, turning that into their last meeting.

Although she could make some people turn around when she really dressed up, her eating habits were better suited for a bear than a woman of her stature. Well, she had also politely told him that she was not interested. Actually it was more her fist, but it was quite politely and tenderly trying to not hurt him too badly. The reason for that outbreak? ....Not worth mentioning. Back to fantasy.. erm reality, she had already left the building and sighed a bit.

"Okay... I have a good memory and you really don't need to repeat yourself that often. I have seen a church during my walk through the city and know where it is, but I don't want to go there right now."

She had to admit that her stomach was doing more of the thinking than anything else, but although she did not care too much about her looks in this situation, it would be helpful to actually take some rest and a shower before heading to the place where more unbelievable information would be fed into her head.

And yes, it was her stomach that needed the food right now, just like Assassin might also be less grumpy after some food and a shower. Hopefully that attitude was not her regular behavior, and if nobody else could see her but Aya, then this was a reason to be worried about.

"If nobody else can see you, then you are a hallucination. That does not really put me at eas...."

The final part of her sentence was cut off, when she twirled around on the spot to face Charles.

"What do you mean by cross dressing? And you run around in girl's underwear."

At this point, she was too tired and drained to think much about it, but this just made no sense. For one, a girl would obviously have no troubles to wear clothes for a woman, and even if the person in front of her would be an old, obese geezer, the person in question was wearing lingerie of a woman!

"Oh great. You really enjoy this, don't you?"

The smirk on her face was probably just an introduction to more questionable answers and another series of poses that would most likely ruin some brain cells, while Aya tried her best to get some sense into the current situation. She still hoped for a miracle and wake up from a nightmare, but she had already tried to wake up earlier. As everyone could see to no avail, and god! IT WAS REALLY COLD! She really missed her car at the moment.

[Chevalier D'eon]

Well the Grail threw the one person on the world that he couldn't read as his master, the irony of that wasn't lost on him. That didn't mean he'd stop trying, but the mental concept of trying to treat Aya like some kind of lab rat that needed to be watched to figure out she reacted to the world, it was better to see her as human and equal. They were partners, this was going to have to be a synchronized effort with both of them working toward the same end with the same moral composition. Besides it seemed rude to just ask Howard what she was thinking about every 5 minutes, as a spy the more knowledge he had the better his chances of success, but Charle's did need to remember that somethings are perfectly fine to remain a secret. It was a stubborn concept and one that his mind wasn't going to embrace whole heartedly, but for now he could keep the detective from prowling into every dark corner of this womans life... though it's said you can tell a lot about a woman based on the color of their underwear...

Rolled eyes a bit, it was embarrassing to say the least; Aya knew she was being read which meant anything she display was going to be disingenuous at face value, the only facial reactions that would say anything about her now would be initial ones that were reflexive reactions. So be it, he felt like the boy that was peeping in the girls bathing area at the moment anyway, which was kind of interesting considering it didn't take much to come off as one. Hell in his starting days in college no one even believed him when he claimed to be male.

Funny girl, she seemed like such a child that it was hard to take any comment like "inspecting his body" serious. Then again anyone who read thoroughly into D'Eon's work would note there was never a lover of any kind so it wasn't a far stretch to assume that this hermaphrodite simply just had no interest in affection in anyway. Whatever fun reaction Aya was hoping for, she'd probably be disappointed with what her words landed her as a response. "Top to bottom huh? If a little one like you got that thorough then I don't think you'd be able to stomach what you'd find in the nooks and crannies. Then again I don't think anything would stand out or up for you either." That was a more sophisticated insult that might require concentrated thought to decipher... it was also a pervert comment by all rights as well.

Really Aya seemed pretty immature and not experienced in the more harsh realities of life. Charle's could say the same, being a rich assassin who didn't really have hardly any failures to speak of how could he honestly say his life was ever miserable? Most spies took some rather hard punishment in life and didn't always get to live theirs out. Charle's didn't exactly live his life to its end either, it seemed as a old man he'd been welcoming death by constantly going into fencing competitions. Still based on others punishments around him and even Jesus himself he came to understand that most people really didn't grasp what it meant for their life to be utter hell. Shit he didn't make many mistakes in life and the one that stood out most he was brought back to life for a chance to correct.

Mother daughter might be the best way to describe how Charle's was treating this girl. Aya was a loud to throw fits and make all the comments she wanted at her expense, but D'Eon wasn't being affected by them and was constantly having to remind Howard of how she could change the layout of the situation at anytime. But despite only meeting her and being of the assassin class, Charle's found himself worried about what might happen to the girl in the war. She could take care of herself for the most part, but war was war and he'd fought in two of them... about to be three. It'd be a shame in such a pretty girl was cut short in life here, had she even experienced what all women are supposed to before shuffling off? If there was a boy friend, she certainly didn't seem in any kind of hurry to get home to him or anything. Actually the only thing on her mind had been food, she didn't look like a heavy eater or anything either.

That had been the reason he'd mentioned the church more than once, even if Charle's lost it didn't mean this innocent woman should have to lose her life for it. If nothing else he was already planning scenario's of how fast he could get her to the church if he was mortally wounded and didn't have much time left before fading? In truth as a Dragoon captain it seemed counter productive to prepare for losing and in all honesty there wasn't a fiber in him that wasn't willing to go all the way for his wish. Everyone had the same potential to win right now, that included the two of them. But just encase, Aya needed to be living after this war with her new wish or without it. Charle's was going to vanish one way or another, best to go out solo.

One thing was obvious and one didn't need to be a elite spy to spot it... Aya was starving. She barely seemed like she could stay on her feet and her stomach was growling like a chained dragon. Forget servants, this chick was going to be taken out by her digestive juices devouring itself at this rate. But oh no, she was too straight arrow to eat chips and candy... well even D'Eon doubted how good they were for her anyway, he was a fast reader and some of the stuff in the chips and candy were not chemicals best used to quench hunger.

" If i'm a fucking hallucination Einstien then what about those black dogs that kicked your ass. Those bruises on your body caused by them? I'm the one that killed the killer mutts. Damn, the reason you can't see me is because because civilains aren't supposed to know we exist. Other magi and servants might see me, that's not likely though because i'm of the assassin class so spotting my ass ain't easy. Then again when I was alive, I specialized in spying out in the open... Disguises and shit." Which also required crossdressing, so it made that earlier comment once again sound off.

Rolled his eyes pulling on one of the straps of his top, it was easier to get away with while wearing the coat without exposing too much of the breast that it was housing. " You like talking about this thing a lot Aya, want me to get ya one too love?" Grinned a bit, he may have looked female; but his mind was definitely still that of a male. Getting her off this underwear kick seemed impossible, making her uncomfortable about if didn't even work."Besides the grail chose this for me, blame it. It's all cotton, linen and silk in the end anyway, god never made clothes. Our asses were supposed to walk around naked, but some bitch and dumbass ate and apple and gave birth to the emotion of shame. Still going by that logic, people should be able to dress however the fuck they feel like." Look, the first servant to speak on the rights of crossdressers around the world.

" Come on blondie, lets get something inside of your stomach instead of your head." Motioned thumb back over his shoulder toward the door.

[Aya Howard]

That lingerin just could not stop with her insults. If someone was actually choosing the pairings, this perverted power, whatever it may be called would really have a laugh of a lifetime. It did not even seem worth to complain anymore about Charle's behavior. And the cryptic tone withstood all attempts to break a little into that strange personality. Whatever Aya's servant intended to do with this little show off of skin, it seemed to be a measure to distract from the more confusing maze beneath.

"Right, thanks for the compliment. If something's standing up than it's because of the cold, Miss I don't freeze. Or my dislike for this situation."

She had said it and partly regretted to have just added another small amount of fuel into the conversation, but there was no reason to hold it back. This team was meant to fail from the very beginning. If she should die in this meaningless game, than at least after getting rid of all the accumulated annoyance. Some called her tough and this was true for character and body, but for certain no reason to end up as a sponge for insults. Aya did not intend to stomach that bad meal, when she had so much else on her menu list. A steak would really be extremely fine. Something warm in the stomach would not help to improve the cold relationship, but would help in other regards. It already began to get troublesome to think straight, after this long and unpleasant day. Assassin's statements about disguises and stealth killing were laughable at best, but Aya did not possess the strength to do that anymore or the mood for that matter. What kind of logic was that anyway?

"I already took notice of your great skill to adapt to your surroundings. You are really not standing out wearing underwear in this city, because everyone in Italy is religious enough to run around naked. Want to strip to make the picture complete?"

The sarcasm in her voice was as clear as daylight, quite different from the bad lighting inside, and the tone in her voice sharper than the chilling wind outside. The servant's outfit was seriously one of the worst disguises that one could think of. Aya had her good deal of disguising and camouflage and she could fathom Charles' camo index to be extremely clear in the negative area. She was as much standing out in this city as Godzilla in some rural village. But what if the people really could not see Assassin? What if she was now talking to a floating jacket? Was this better or worse? Although then again, the masters would definitely be able to see Team Lingerie. Nononono, that thought had to be removed immediately. The clothes were not really bad looking, but there was no way that Aya would switch into that gear for this suicide grail war.

And sorry, but I am not really into this pair look thing, nor I am a fan of running half naked through the city and talking to some invisible woman in underwear. But let's forget about that... you are right. Let's go.

....Save.

Although by now just an imagination she could already hear the own stomach begin its obscure self consumption. Step one and one step closer to her desired meal was to finally get out of this place, and the destroyer of this sanctuary took the initiative and opened the solid appearing door.

....She should not have.

Her mood dropped even more, with a speed equal to the falling door, ripped out of its fixation and only the loud thud could hide the sound of her breaking heart. The imagination of having to pay for all the damage was more scary and a greater horror than the sight of those grail beasts. It took by far longer to kill those red digits away from your bank account than one of those dogs. For madness' sake, she did not even do anything to that frail door.

Who again was speaking about old, solid buildings, prime examples of architecture being superior to modern, cheaply build barracks that tried to say "Hello I am your house"!? That thing just collapsed all on its own. At least she could not remember to have done anything to that item that should have managed to keep curious eyes outside and let the destruction of this place remain a secret for a bit longer.

"Great...."

Given Aya's luck this day it was natural that Charles' voice was unfortunately not dampened and carried over quite clearly through the wind and ..the door. It would probably not take too long for Assassin to produce another insult.

She stepped out and faint moonlight caressed her lips, making all her words not just hearable but also very visually perceivable. It was nice to take a look at the moon, and see that at least something had remained normal in this twisted, surreal game, spamming out monsters and monster hunters in underwear, out of nowhere. Her eyes already having adapted to the darkness outside made out several stars, it was a really beautiful night. But all soothing feelings aside, another look at the door, reprimanded her to take haste and she sped up. Getting away as far as possible was the motto, even the steak ranked in at Number 2 at the moment.

Just like the light, wind also gave her a full body caressing and she easily and quite embarrassed realized that it was touching places it should not... just like that freak on the airport. It was cold and unpleasant, and Aya already had people complain that she was at times quite undressed, but those times were nothing in comparison to today. There was something terrible wrong. Her left hand immediately tried to grab what was no more, and her blood froze, not just because of the cold.

One could say, the monsters had ripped out a good portion of the warm layer on her left side meant to protect a certain peach from the cold and eyes of humans. She was just not religious enough to accept Charles words in this manner and run around like her. The peach ice tea in her veins cooled down, the freed extra warmth building up at her cheeks. No matter how hard she would try to blame the cold for the reddening of her face, it would probably not work.

"...You don't happen to have a car, do you?" One could expect some battle damage of clothes in a fight, yet this was the first time it happened to her to such an extent. If her friends at the Academy could see her they would likely not be able to stop laughing. The untouchable little queen had been defeated by some stupid dogs and completely humiliated in front of someone who was literally looking for openings to put her heels on and step deep, penetrating and hurting.

"And you are also the scout, so take the lead." Maybe she could save some face by walking behind that tall woman in Blue. Blondie was not pleased.

[Chevalier D'eon]

If she was expecting some kind of radical emotional shift, not even a command spell would pull that off. Swearing was just second nature to him, she was going to need to get used to it. Besides it wasn't like Aya's mouth was clean and pure as the wind driven snow. Honestly if all the heat of this generation couldn't deal with gang and punk like mentality then he was in a very Mary Sue kind of world indeed. At this point Charles was just looking over his nails pretty distracted from actually protecting his master. Right now his real opponent was sweat from holding the leather of his swords too long and the moisture had made it easier for the bottom of his nails to get a thin layer of grime. With a bit of a agitated click of his tongue, he'd fish it out with a cleaner nail.

After the dirt was extracted from under his thumb, he'd hold it up to the light to give one final observation and no longer found any problem with the contents under his nails. Pefecto. Smiled a bit achieving that status that he found flawless once more. On to business, they had servants to find and slay but first they needed to get in better sync with one another. It wasn't like Aya was going to be on the sidelines guiding his moves, but it'd probably still be a good idea to explain how his powers worked and where his advantages were. Winning required the master and servant to operate and knowing the situation before the opponent could comprehend it. But as an Assassin he was better suited to killing unaware servants, which means getting them from behind when they least expect it... the problem was Aya wasn't the type to use such kinds of tactics. So that left only one way to effectively do his job, use the woman as bait.

And he hated that idea too, it was too contradictory with his nature. Here he was constantly reminding the girl of what to do if Charle's died and yet his best tactic was to hope another servant didn't kill her while he tried to snipe them from behind? They would need to come up with their own plan, his mind may have been genius and all but they had to put their heads together for this. It wasn't like Aya seemed super psyched for the war in the first place, with the whole kill or be killed concept hanging over her head he could understand. It wasn't that though, police officers took the risk of dying everyday... Aya's problem was that the law was no longer on her side. Not just the laws of man, but now nature and logic had turned on her too. She had powers that could bend it, but really when someone says " 30-50 contenders and only one survivor" you really feel the weight of how close death really is.

" I don't think that's true, I can freeze my balls off if its cold enough. Prana's not really meant to be a fucking camp fire, but it helps non the less. At the very least it can prevent frostbite. Not much, but shit take what you can get I always say." His tone wasn't getting any less vulgar, the change was instead of directing the insults as Aya herself; he was simply casting them at new targets. In the case of that speech, the victim had been magic. Still it seemed to him that even he was getting some chills. Glancing downward at his breasts, it was a little easier to understand why. " Holy fuck, I don't remember'em even bein' that big..." Poked at his own bust for a second until Aya started talking again. That wasn't to say they weren't still distracting and the thought occurred to him to just zip the coat up... but Charle's was a little intrigued that the grail saw it fit to increase those... lucky for Aya; this servant was invisible.

It seemed like Aya didn't have much faith in his abilities, that or had doubt in their combined powers. As long as she could keep her head in the game and not force D'Eon to split his concentration in battle, then they should be fine. Power was great and all, but the smarter and more prepared fighter were the ones that achieved victory in his experience. Besides one thing about his power was that it rejected the concept of being caught off guard, prana had a natural flow to it when performing a certain task... and he was the only one that could see prana accumulate and forge itself inside the body. It was pretty much just like how he fought when he was alive, spying and observing waiting for the right moment when the opponent is dedicated to a certain action... and striking within that window. At all costs Charle's had to keep his body from lining up in front of Aya's in battle or else they really would lose.

" Strip, Christ woman you wouldn't be able to have a pale spot on your body if I did that. As it is I bet your imaginations already gotten all the details worked out... well." Grinned a bit remembering something that was pretty hard to miss on his body that no woman would. "Most of it anyway." Junk in the trunk, even if she knew it was there because he admitted to as much already... every man had a different look to it. Though he didn't want to get his mind going on how the hormone imbalance did a number there, so he'd just drop the thought completely.

Charle's hadn't used his stealth skills yet, but she was trying to be funny... or vindictive... probably the latter. It made him smirk a bit in a sly manor, but he didn't say anything. There would be a time where he got to show Aya all of his abilities first hand, but there was a more pressing issue.... Ok Charle's, your master is dieing from lack of nutrients in her belly. Shes been whining about it like a 10 year old princess for the last 15 minutes. She has rejected all the food that you've been able to offer... your mission, get less out of her mouth and more into it... Good luck. That was about the size of it right? Charle's always did have those mental assessment when getting a mission, he lived in a fantasy world where he was 10x more manly looking and saved women that were all about the gratitude loving... Aya seemed like a kid though, not in age just...demeanor.

Like he was taking it for a order, assassin looked about at the cars on the street. There was no energy coming out of them so he couldn't tell what they were line on the inside like he could a servant. Still it didn't take much effort to kick in the back door of a Buick LeSabra that was parked on the side of the street. Now they had a car, though the taste is cars more than likely wasn't to her liking. This was stealing, god was going to smote him for sure... but hell it was also a order from his master. " I can take the lead if you want Howie, the issue is i'm an assassin not a scout. You don't want other servants to know i'm here and they will know what you are if they do. My advice is to trust in my speed, you're are more likely to be attacked if someone sees you have a servant... but they might over look you if they only see a woman with her left tit hangin' out like any other civilian."...that was fun to say.

[Aya Howard]

Her 'partner' improved a little, or just had grown tired of throwing insults in Aya's direction. The shield was up... the armor ripped to shreds. Maybe there was no chance to ever adapt to that unusual attack pattern, and feeling her arms loosen up after she could afford to lower her shield, it felt more comfortable to walk behind her servant. It was a quite nice and welcome change, as well as completely unexpected. Someone who was constantly speaking about balls ...she really resembled her former drill sergeant, just to soon switching to her breasts... even that was within the possible, if her sergeant would have grown a pair, did not seem to be the kind to care about finger nails.

The situation would have required more seriousness, but the cop honestly admired Assassin a bit for her calm nerves, bordering to not having a care in the world. Unfortunately you could not win a war with cursing or the cleaning of finger nails, except your name was Guybrush Threepwood, and despite Charle's display of strength, Aya could still not form any battle plans. She was completely oblivious to the abilities and powers of servants.

How was she supposed to make a comparison between assassin and other classes? Maybe it was time to get some intel to prepare. This was a war and war claimed lives, and she was not willing to become a mere victim. Slaying innocents or just needlessly killing others was not included into her survival plans, but she had killed and would again. The law was not on her side, probably justice was neither. At least she had some tall girl with hairy balls at her side, that reminded her of a rude teenager who required a caring mother to lead her back to the light side.

.....Okay, maybe not hairy. Why again did that even matter!? That was figurative speech! Just that this teen on her side used some words that really began to confuse the melee combat based magus, and the little alarm in her head already rang for a while. Just because she had decided to ignore it did not mean that it was nonexistent. Well, somehow just another unimportant random thought. Aya was not her mother, neither the daughter who would have to try to return her crazy mother back to the light side.

Darth Underwear?

She chuckled a bit, her unique opinion, fortunately for both, unvoiced. Most likely it would just end up in another useless bout and stamp the ex soldier a weirdo. Her thoughts were really drifting off on strange paths during this chaotic night, and it was probably not just the hunger and the lack of sleep that caused those issues. But not one thought had drifted any further down assassin's clothes' than the very first layer of her outfit. Besides, imagination was really not necessary, if she did not wish to count birthmarks. Counting steaks would in fact be more interesting. No matter what the woman, who had at least accepted Aya's clothes and now turned into a flying coat for anyone but her master, would do, it would not change her opinion.

She could care less about that woman's body. They would from now on share the same apartment, probably the same bed, and the same shower, albeit at least the shower not during the same time. It was just too small and she would prefer to keep the luxury of cleaning herself alone, as well as preventing assassin from commenting on Aya's body. There was no issue with her stature, as she was aware, but one could always be proven wrong, and this servant of hers was the type to enjoy this. A cursing philosopher. Great! She really got herself a splendid room mate, and partner.

At first Charles seemed to comply with her request of taking the lead, but when she saw the result of a joke, her eyeballs almost jumped out of her head, the mouth dry, unable to say anything for a total of 3 seconds. Only the cold wind, giving her a smack on her bottom woke her up, ripping her out of the illusion of actually staying in her bed, and having the most depressing dream in her new career. It also served as the bolt to trigger her shots. She could not muster the strength to be furious anymore, and she knew how much this also was her fault. Commonsense did not exist in that servant. None at all!

"What are you doing? First I wondered why you always think that I would be interested in women and now this..."

Totally unrelated for the person looking at the daughter of Mister Howard, but in her mind everything was mixing together, every little complain she could have voiced becoming a strange cocktail that partly did not even make sense to herself. It seemed unhealthy and fishing out the actual bits and bytes of words to fit into the correct context took more than some partitions in her brain. It would have required patience, that little usually wonderfully working trait, that was somehow OFF at the moment, after it had gone through an entire day of torment and suffering.

"I am really not. You may not believe me, and god only knows why, but I do like men. Well... and now you commit acts of vandalism for no apparent reason. At least tell me why, that I can understand that."

Bullying, there could not be any other reason. Aya had already clearly stated that she would not steal anything, that went for food AND cars. Besides, kicking in a door did not help much to also start it up. She must have slept during the lesson 'How to hot-wire a car' for cops during her academy days. It was also missing in the army training. She was no civilian and nothing was hanging out. Her chest was well covered, only the rear could require some support, and that should be provided by a new pair of trousers and not someone who would make fun of her.

"No... you will stay in the front. You said that you were an assassin. So I assume that the other classes and you all have some kind of special abilities. I will ask about the rest when we are out of that freezing chamber, and back in the warmth, but it might be necessary to know this now. What is your special ability?"

She had feared that Charles would not have much of a stealth ability to scout ahead undetected, not with that outfit and there was no rebuttal from assassin to make her feel at ease. Quite on the contrary, the woman in blue had confirmed how easily she could be detected by other servants. Aya was now a bright signal fire for them, like a fire for an IR missile. If there was some Archer Class that would use modern weaponry and rocket launchers, that thought would probably be correct.

"Your enemies can see you and you can see your enemies. Don't you have some trick to see them first? I really don't mind when you run from cover to cover now..."

While Aya would continue to walk in a straight line. Assassin could play the guardian of Convoy A-y-a 01, the one and only, and provide some comedy for the young cop. Who did not like to see some person weaselly dashing from place to place, maybe rolling or robbing around... better not. That coat was new and cleaning it also costly. Her wage was not high enough to simply replace them, either. Although for comedy's sake..... Hmmm. It was a difficult decision, but even the running alone would be funny.

[Chevalier D'eon]

" You know something sweetie, you're a little too frisky." More of that pot calling the kettle black, it seemed Charle's was quite good when it came to blaming other people for his own flaws. His senses were actually keen on his surroundings right now though. There were too many servants active right now, it really wasn't safe for a master who had no idea how to wield her servant. Charle's breathed out relaxing his shoulders. They were far off, but it wasn't that much distance for a servant once they knew where their target was. It was the main reason they really had to keep a low profile, D'Eon wasn't going to be much good with multiple opponents, one on one was his forte... most assassin classes were the same.

Typically he was pretty decent at keeping his nerves in these kinds of situations, hell he'd been interrogated a few times for suspected spy work. The herm was good with tongue work though, typical psychological tactics of deflection and pseudo alibi's were enough for him to get out of mostly all of his tightest scraps. Russian's didn't have the greatest tactics when it came to getting someone to talk anyway, bright lights, threats? Always being hostile just cemented in the victims mind that their lack of confession was the only thing keeping them alive and made them more likely not to talk. Also they tried that " we already know you're guilty" stuff, which failed miserably. They seemed like amateurs in their execution but then again perhaps it was good that they didn't know what they were doing. One of them he could swore knew for 100% fact that Charle's was guilty of being a spy, but being one of the queens favorite counselors and having so little evidence he couldn't get anything to stick.

Aya seemed to be calmer while protected by the non existent shadow. Charle's speed was severely limited right now, using presence concealment out in the open wasn't very effective... most servants would be able to spot him pretty easy. Still all the energy right now was coming from the opposite side of the city so anyone else would be drawn to that location instead of this one, they could use their battle as cover. There had to be at least 3 servants over there... maybe more. Could Aya feel it too? More than likely not, she seemed more like the brutal master fighting type... which was useless against a servant. Fighting needed to be specter against specter, masters were more better suited with defensive spells like healing and shields... unless they were going to be taking out the master which Aya already expressed would not be the case with her. Then again maybe she could still at least knock them out... who knows.

Just what was on this womans mind right now though? Did she fully grasp the concept that in 14 days she had a 90% chance of being dead? What was the survival rate for masters in these wars? Further more why was the grail going so sporadic? This many servants meant that its power was siphoned and spread out very thin. There can only be one winner true enough, but there was the possibility that the cup might form premature while more than 2 servants remained. This was all speculation, but it did make logical sense. If not then he'd have to say that the grail was so thinned out that the servants wouldn't be much stronger than the masters. That also meant another thing, the masters were the one treading most of the water in this. Aya in his case, he needed to keep the strain of this war off her the best he could.

This certainly was not going to last very long, but it might make her get defensive and slower if he told her his senses picked up a handful of servants having it out a crossed town. Instead he'd just do as Aya wanted, walked ahead with one hand on his hip, looking like some prom date that got stood up and was marching in an over seductive manor to her dates place as if showing just what it was he missed out on. Aya might feel a light nibble at her prana now and again as Charle's gave a quick prana scan of his surroundings now and then; it caused his eyes to illuminate in a lemon shade. It didn't take long to make a full observation, prana stood out like a soar thumb. Case and point he could see tiny glows of the specs the other servants were giving off. Even from this distance they seemed like forces not to be taken lightly.

"If you got any questions, nows the time to ask princess." Taking his eyes off the perimeter he'd turn his attention back down to his nails. Yes he was That confident that no one around was dangerous that he'd gone back to checking the condition of his cubicles once the gaze was caste. Where did she want to go anyway? It'd be really easy to say " I want to be at X" and then Charle's could just grab her up, take off and they'd be there in seconds. Maybe a servant might pick it up, but at his speed it really would be an issue. Aya seemed to have a decent enough ability to suppress her power; or she was just that weak. That didn't seem likely, he was getting a decent enough supply from her. As mentioned before she seemed to be great for quick bursts of over whelming power.

Why was she laughing now? Rolling his eyes he'd release a breath heavenward turning to face her while still walking, just where he was going was now blinded to him. It wasn't in his nature to ask what Aya was thinking, no he was someone that liked to figure out the answers himself. So there was a while of study, using Aya's physical give ways to try and deduce just what it was that caught her in the giggle. It wasn't prolonged, so she either was ashamed of it or it was a brief thought. The most likely culprit would be his attire since that's what she'd been focused on most of the time they've been out here. She needed to keep her head in the game, Aya Howard just didn't have the same advantages as him.

There were a couple things that came to mind about how to reply, mostly more lesbian innuendos that would only serve to piss her off so instead he'd just let her have the final word there. However now she was complaining so it got a little confusing... " You just said you needed a car... now we got one." No no no, what she said was " can you drive" and Charle's just arrived at the logical conclusion that she wanted out of the cold and to get to their destination faster. Damn she complained a lot, whining didn't yield good results ever... it served as more of an annoyance. Well maybe there were some guys that felt bad for making a girl upset, but that wasn't the psyche of the servant standing before Miss Howard now. " Shit you're really hard to please, did you know that?" One might almost think that it was her fault that the car had its door ripped off.

" Special ability? What the hell do I look like a Greek god? Shit just ask " what can you do" next time. Lets see..." How to break this down into simple words without sounding like a rocket scientist. What the hell is a rocket scientist?... Anyway he started to replace larger words in his head and replacing them with more basic ones. Finally he had enough to form a decent description. " My eyes can see the flow of prana by sacrificing seeing the physical world. With that I'm able to see its most vulnerib-..." Big word, break that down... " Weakest point of any attack used against me. Then I use my big pointy things to cut into the breaking point and cancel the attack. I have remarkable speed as you seen too... that's about it. My power is useless against energy that has the exact same structure throughout its entire mass. Typically I stop attacks from taking place rather than deal with the results of their power. Its all tactics, I can't compete with other servants in terms of raw power." That was a good enough sum up... though it would have been easier using the concept of "optical dissemination" but she wouldn't grasp that at all.

[Aya Howard]

Frisky.... that could be true. She had played enough games for a while though. Flights could really take their sweet time. How could people survive those trips on a regular basis? Whatever the answer may be, Aya was at the moment less concerned about finding an answer to that question.

But at least she could concentrate on keeping herself in the darkness, in a physical sense. The entire grail war was too confusing to say that she was not totally left in the dark about it, anyway. Assassin performed a good job at scouting ahead, although it was still the most horrible camouflage the ex soldier had ever seen.

Other times, other logic..... the blonde cop tried to call those words into her head over and over again. It just did not help to understand Charles. It would fit an acting ninja of old Japan to some extent, but what could her last mission have been? It also seemed to be a fairly modern outfit or that thing was one of the prototypes of modern dessous. Maybe she should look more into information about prostitutes to know about those outfits, for now it just seemed... different.

It also was a stupid question to ask anymore about this, despite her servants clear comment about asking anything that came to mind. A bit too careless for her taste though, when they had already previously decided to discuss anything else in the safety of the 'own four walls', or rented walls. Okay, she had decided it for the both of them. Aya could not feel the presence of anyone, but she was not sure how well her senses would work on supernatural monsters, nor how much to trust Assassin's qualities in their detection.

Nonetheless, they were a team now and it was essential to trust your partner. BUT IT WAS SO HARD! If one thing was clear, Charles' common sense and manners had been proven unsuitable at birth and returned to the sender, or they were well hidden under tons of make up. Maybe it was also that this underwear girl had in her past used too much strong perfume that had caused some brain damage. Quite the pity, when she appeared otherwise fairly intelligent.

"First time I hear that. I never had any problems on the field, but it might also be because nobody of my partners had ever attempted to steal anything."

This was not a war zone, where you could take everything you needed. The laws were still intact and Aya happened to be a police officer, one who was not only supposed to follow them, but make sure that others did as well. By that reasoning, she should now put some handcuffs on Charles, but all reasoning was lost here. Just as much as her words.

Greek God? If there was a Greek God of potty mouths or prostitutes it would fit Charles, but this Underwear Servant really loved to complain about everything. Where was the problem in asking about special abilities? What you can do was more or less the same, just that this could end up in a long list of traits that were quite uninteresting for survival.

.......Aya remained quiet and listened to the car burglar. When that is not a special ability, then what is it supposed to be?

It was also a rather long explanation, and... weird. Just like before. Did Charles dislike more complex words? The blonde wondered when thinking about the personality background of the warrior in front of her. There was no comment about hi... sorry, her to be an illiterate.

That could only mean that he thought Aya to not be one of the brighter people alive. Big pointy thing was still overdoing it by a lot? Mockery? Charles liked that or the insulted master just began to get sensitive about those comments. All that aside, she would prefer to keep any talks away from this street, and after changing into another set of clothes.

".............I see. Your eyes are able to trace the prana flow of other beings, especially those with a high concentration of prana inside of them, analyze said flow and scan for the vulnerable spot to turn any attack into a critical hit. If one would be a danger for Achilles it would be you, but you could not put a dent into Herakles... with your..."

It was really too much to simply hide a frown, and her feelings of discontent were very visible. Even the worst book reader could easily open the file Aya Howard and understand that she felt like assassin was toying with her.

"...big pointy things. But I really would like to speak about all of that when we reach our apartment. It is really late."

And was also quite cold for an overexposed human being, who had also given her jacket away. That was really not in the weather report, and Aya had stopped running around with full equipment after her time in the army had ended. Cops were not supposed to turn themselves into a multi slot set, although she envied all those RP Game characters with huge inventories at hand. No outfit problems there......

!? Aya's eyes widened in shock, rethinking her own previous statement about two Greek Champions. It was definitely Charle's fault for giving her that crazy idea. STUPID WOMAN!! There was a limit to make someone worried. Assassin was a hero, and the other servants of this war were too, and if the worries were right they could even be gods.

"D-don't tell me Herakles, Achilles or even Zeus are in this War as well....."

[Chevalier D'eon]

She was in some kind of denial if she honestly thought she was always level headed. Charle's knew this woman all of 20 minute and could already tell she was the type to go off quite easily. Maybe he was just picking bad topics that were sensitive, but most interesting topics were just that. Anyway Aya wasn't going to get the full grasp of all this till she saw two servants fight, D'Eon probably wasn't the best example since of all his battles relied on ending the battle very quickly so there wasn't much to see. Cop right? She should be able to get the hang of this all relatively quick. Still he couldn't feel like this chick was still at least mentally stuck on his clothes. Well maybe he was a little bit too, this jacket clashed soooo bad with the rest of his look.

Some how Chevalier doubted that was the same objection that Howard had, well fashion wasn't really one of his forte's or anything; still when deceiving a Russian queen he did have to know quite a bit about women.

Wait he should probably be more focused on the battle taking place and making sure he kept her far away from it. Well at this rate they wouldn't be any where near the location soon. Aya really should just get home so that they could discuss this while she was in the protection of her own walls. Part of protecting her was feeding this stomach of hers too, what did girls like her eat these days? Hopefully SOME meat, it was strange but his own stomach didn't seem to nag for anything. He'd have to assume as a servant since food wasn't required, hunger wasn't something that was going to make a large presentation. Still, he wasn't going to give up champagne for a dull reason like that.

Yeah there were no immediate threats around, maybe a couple of Grail Beasts but they weren't going to make a move with the smell of the death of their brethren leaking off the tips of La'Fatelle. Glancing backat Aya's own prana flow, she seemed to be on the ready for anything that might present itself. Well Charle's had showed up after Aya took an ass kicking, so he wasn't sure how well her battle prowess was. One thing was certain, she controlled her fear and had an iron wall of confidence. After seeing the odds she faced, he might have expected her to be on edge about how close death was; but no, heck she was more than willing to give Charles himself lip. Smiling while watching the blond progress forward, he'd turn back to look upon the surroundings again.

" You can be casual, there is no threats around that could sense either of us with how suppressed our prana levels are." Actually because of his own power Charle's could increase his prana to combat ready levels and only abnormally high sensing levels from a servant were going to pick it up. One of the advantages of the Assassin class, until they were noticed they were hands down the most lethal. Flip side however was once they were spotted, they were the least threatening... Well she didn't need to know that, if she knew anything about the other classes it was fairly obvious anyway.

For Charle's this was war and it was them against this whole city. But Aya seemed content to still follow the concepts of justice so Charlie was going to have to do the same. Well then they were going to keep walking. How far away was her apartment anyway? Did they really have to go THIS slow? What would Aya do if Charle's just kinda decided to pick her up again and let the blonde guide them home. Wasted time was wasted time to strategize and that was his specialty. But what kind to strategy could he make without knowing his opponents abilities? No the best he could do right is find out Aya's powers and figure out a way for them to work in harmony with one another. Once again, more talk that would be reserved for her hotel room.

The term special ability just sounded soo, mystical and really for D'Eon it was just using his eyes to see something; nothing special about it. It was the same when he was alive, though there was a sharp difference between this and then. With prana as a full source it became possible to expand on already existing powers, so that's what this was all about. " Servants have servants they are strong against and servants they are weak against. But you got the basic concept, just remember every servant is equally a fucking wrecking ball so they all have a equal chance to win this thing no matter who their opponent is. Off the top of my head I could only come up with 20 scenario's for dealing with someone like Hercules. I'd need time to figure out a more complete list... The best I could assume is god like physical prowess and some reward for his 12 labors... couldn't tell ya what. Eurystheus had to give him some kind of reward for all that shit." 12, 12 something... If he could connect the repeating theory behind the binding concept that linked all of the events together, there should be a over whelming concept that would reveal the proper reward.

Hercules's weakness in mythology was poison, that wasn't exactly something that Charle's used but he could improvise. Why was he giving so much thought to the idea of fighting Hercules though? Because Aya put the thought in his head, one of his weaknesses was to figure out any riddle put before him and she'd effectively distracted him with this Herc talk. " Anyone can beat anyone, its dog eating fucking dog. Stop worrying about who is going to bite our ass, a real master is ready to face anyone."

[Aya Howard]

Suppressed? This was a great word in her ears. She was already behaving a bit more covert than her appearance would suggest, but wouldn't that also mean that the enemies could do the same?

"Well, I do trust your instincts, because you just have far more experience with that kind of enemy, but I wonder if the enemy could not also just suppress their powers and lay in wait until the guard is down. But regardless of that.... you may be right."

Even if she did not possess an internal prana sensor, she still reacted to it and other situations, always claiming it to be instinct. Aya was not a hero of old and would not be able to compete with legends on that level, but situations made people grow and she had many opportunities to grow on them or die. Growing seemed much better than rotting somewhere.

The chances of that happening in this War seemed to increase, as more and more problems surfaced. At least it took her mind off the hunger, even though her stomach kept reprimanding her about the lack of nutrients. Who could think about eating a delicious... god such a delicious steak. Ah, the water... wait.. not the time to think about that...[/i] It had taken a moment to bring her back from McDonalds, Steak House and Co, back to the horrible reality and dangerous revelation.

...They could all be a servant. "That's quite convincing and charming of you. It really does not matter who bites our ass, but I'd prefer to keep them away from it." She had enough by today and was a bit sensitive to that particular word. Well, who would not after some crazy dog like creatures had tried to eat hers.... Aya was not a lady who was overly self-conscious of her looks, but being left crippled by a monster dog attack was really too much. She shuddered again... the temperatures and the horrible imagination, as well as a state of undernourishment were paying their toll.

"Brr.... and that's exactly the problem. I think that I rather face Jack, the Ripper than get roasted by Zeus. But don't worry, I don't intend to just drop dead because someone is stronger. Quite on the contrary, I don't like how you state that. It sounds like we are automatically going to lose. Facing someone when we can't win head to head is just stupid. I am a soldi.. well ex soldier, and not some honorable knight."

Maybe I should be thankful for that.... I wonder how many people will throw their lives away in this conflict. All for the sake of pride and honor. Magi are strange....[/i]

That world was not hers, but she had been tainted enough by it to know such things, and it made her sad. She was still a bit of the naive hero chara on one side and on the other a cop with a Justice Fetish. A tragic mixture that would lead to doubts, inner conflict and rushing to their own death if not the harsh training in the special forces had her face reality in the past and pushed some sense of logic into her blonde, stubborn head.

Yes, there were ways to win... hopefully protect. It just took other methods, and she would clearly not face a god face to face. Sometimes it was better to run away and have the careless, arrogant pursuer run into one or the other trap. Fortunately enough, Charles had claimed that everyone had a chance to win the War. The cop could not help but wonder a bit about that comment, because Beating a god...?? Certainly, they did not have any great weapons back in the old days, a rocket launcher would probably have produced other results, but after seeing the inefficient of her quite modern handgun in comparison to a .... kick, she casted that thought about superior firepower fast aside.

"Still... how does one beat a god? I unfortunately don't have any great God Killing Chakram hanging in my closet. I also doubt that Herakles will Sorbo like refrain from hitting a woman."

He would probably rip her in two. Nice thought... Hopefully there were ways to avoid that outcome. Preparation was the key for a successful operation, and she grew a bit worried. Nerves of steel here and there, but she could not just jump bodies when this one was damaged too much. Aya was blessed with a fast healing rate, but that would not help her much against those enemies. No esper, no servant, not even a great magus.

"The hotel is right over there.... thought it was further away."

It has taken long enough though, and definitely too long when the daughter of a criminal, and being unaware of that fact, was not dressed well enough to handle the current temperatures. Warm shower, followed by warm meal, followed by sleep, followed by conversation. Aya had already decided on her list of priorities. It did not really matter if someone would attack her now. She would probably run away desperately, but all preparations for combat would be in vain when she was so completely wasted as she was at the moment.

Although... she expected Charles to complain again. There was probably not one moment she would not berate herself in anything. Well, they could also just take their meal together after a shower. Maybe a good meal would finally also make her words sweeter. Most people were rougher when drunk, but in some cases the tough drill sergeant could become quite sweet with the correct amount of alcohol.

"I will speak with the portier." And that would be the greatest issue. A young lady coming back in the middle of the night to a hotel and only wearing the remains of jeans, while being accompanied by a person who looked like she could work in the Red Light District. That would most likely not exactly improve her image in this hotel. All she hoped for was that the lobby would not be full with people, despite its status as a hotel.

[Chevalier D'eon]

Trying to give a cop peace of mind wasn't easy, like the law enforcement of his time they were on edge and with good reason, by picking up a badge you've now made a silent agreement that you will stand in the way of anyone that tries to cause chaos in your reach. Both sides will see themselves as justified and fight equally hard for what they believe in. The thing they want to protect will motivate their limits and give their battle meaning and passion. Without the drive to fight in the first place, battle had no reinforcement and thus doomed to ill-motivated to death. All the combative skills in the world couldn't compare to the drive to act on the need to preserve what one cherishes most. Everyone had their own motives in the end, but passion had no equal.

Neither Aya or Charle's could say they were passionate about keeping the other safe. Right now Charle's wanted a wish for-filled to finally have peace of mind and to rest eternal with it. The one physical proof of evidence where he betrayed his country and violated his oath to France. What a naive man he'd been in life, all of these accomplishments and yet still falling victim to the affairs of men. Like it or not history showed his single act to shame his king and he would make it right or as the war suggested; die trying. It's not like he was a stranger to either pain physical nor emotional. It was true that the great Charles D'eon never had a wife or love to speak of, mostly because it would reveal too much about his true gender and the deception that came with his work as a spy. For those reasons, he'd lived out life alone only entertaining guests at wine parties and the like.

Italy wasn't too far from France, a part of him wondered what became of the homesteads he held in both France and England. But his second life wasn't about catching up on what he missed, it was about going back and fixing what already happened to restore his name. People these days may not have had much protection or something as sacred as their name, but for him without a family or anything to give himself to; his name was the closest thing he had to a lover and so it had to be restored. The grail certainly seemed to think he had a chance at it, after all Charle's wouldn't be here if it didn't. On his earlier thought though, about attachments to one another... there might have been a side of him that was gradually giving way to seeing Aya as amusing if nothing else. Still she did seem to have a kind of obscure way of talking, like life was set up in predetermined constructs and there were just certain stages to clear while approaching a kind of... final advisory?

She had valid insecurities, however. " Maybe they are, but being paranoid about them won't solve shit. There are three scenario's that could take place in that situation. One both sides are so well concealed that one doesn't see the other. 2 one or both sides sees the others threat, but decides not to act on it out of caution... then 3, they see their enemy and attack. Number 3 would actually be the best one though if I have to be honest. If someone attacks that recklessly on the spot, it means they are sloppy and underestimate their enemies. People like them don't think, they just lash out trying to crush everything. I've always been under the impression that brains trump power. Proof and point, think of the physically strongest man in the world you can and think of the strongest politician... Who would you consider a greater global threat?" That said there were limits to that kind of thinking, if that strength was servant level? Then the politician would have a real run for their money.

" I could probably go into 1,000 scenario's lover but the bitch of the matter is everyone is different. Your best choice is to rely on acting casual and let the cards fall how they will." Stress wasn't going to do her any good, especially with this empty stomach of hers. Of course that was her own damn fault for rejecting the food that Charle's tried to provide. She could whine about it all she wanted, but in the end her suffering was by her own hand. " Don't underestimate yourself though, if you get into someones head then their strength over you loses a great deal of traction." Most heroes though knew how to guard their thoughts, some though might be arrogant enough to get manipulated with the right words. Simply put everyone had weaknesses, Charle's wasn't out to prove anything but taking someone out at the top of their game, his enemies defeated was the only thing to work toward; how its done wasn't an issue.

Rolled his eyes a bit, she was being difficult again. " Fine and dandy Aya, neither one of us plans to roll over and die. But if that's your attitude then don't start spouting off enemies you assume we can't handle. Figure out a way to even the playing field, or disengage." That was about all he wanted to say to that. This girl had a temper when she was roasted and Charle's needed them to get a long if they were going to accomplish anything as a team. There were too many people in history for D'Eon to just open a book and start to figure out a battle plan for each and everyone. Besides he was an expert at on the spot thinking, probably his greatest skill actually. This was his advantage over the rest of the servants and he'd use it to his entirety.

She seemed to have compassion even for her enemies, while the Grail may have matched them up because of their similarities, this was one aspect he didn't share with her. Charle's had been undercover and heard the things his enemy said about France... what they would do to it, how'd they'd do it, their end game plan. Containing his rage during those times was trying, the man truly wanted to engage them in battle at the time and end their existence... still he didn't, D'Eon knew that patience was a greater weapon than any gun ever constructed. He was always clear of mind and able to asses the perfect approach to any situation. In the end, his death had come about because of old age; the body no longer being able to keep in pace with the mind. An opponent that normally was laughable in skill ended the Chevalier as a simple "being the right man at the right time."

Blinked a little at the references about Chakram's and Sorbo's... what was she going on about? " I'll tell ya what, when we face Heracles then we'll worry about it. For now lets focus on the enemies we do end up confronting for sure chicka." Well it was expected for the Grail not to give Charle's the full low down on every modern concept... this Sorbo thing seemed to be one of them. Well he wasn't adverse to studying though, at least now he found one this that his mind seemed to lack knowledge of.

As they arrived at the hotel, one word entered Charle's mind... TACKY! While it was more than likely customary for a man to hold open the door for a woman, in this case the servant was more used to being treated like the girl so he didn't. "I'll remain in invisibility till we get to the room."

[Aya Howard]

"But knowing about the cards beforehand and knowing a bit about their appearance helps to avoid them or place them correctly. Still.. there are cards you don't want to know in the hands of your enemy." That was a real know firework... Which was strange considering that she still did not 'know' much about the other players in this game, and all the information came from a person in underwear and an unpleasant encounter with creatures that dared to do the same to her.

Charles liked to comment on her paranoia, but if she really were as accused, she might think that the servant had sent them to equal out their appearance and look better in front of her eyes. The savior in shining ...underwear. Well, it did not matter what gender the knight was, this part was also the least problematic. "Maybe I underestimate myself a bit, but I know that I can't take out a tank without a rocket launcher."

And she was clearly not the kind to get one, instead she got an Assassin, who was still an unknown factor. Aya thought that the servant at her side was strong, but strength was relative and despite Charle's statements about not underestimating one's own worth, she repeatedly spoke about the class usually not being able to match the other servants in direct combat.

Would this War provide "Naked Snake" with enough boxes to sneak into the enemies midst and take out the key figures before the overpowered Terminator Guard approached her? Somehow this seemed too optimistic, and the only other option would be to provide a loud and flashy deception. Considering that this team only had two players, the answer was a grim one. Aya would have to play the bait, and who in their right mind would want to willingly become the target of an overpowered boss character. The time was not ripe for her to be brought back to life like Mister Jenkins, receiving augmentation in the process to stand up to those Super Beings.

They were closer to an Elemental than a normal familiar perhaps, and made out of Ether, if she was not mistaken. The only magic element which seemed to produce some splendid results on them was 'Shadow', and while some special skills fell into that category, they were all not Standard and certainly not taught in any curriculum, nor part of regular family heritage. The cop, who felt herself like she had chosen the wrong city for an investigation, knew about her own shortcomings in magic, and doubted that she possessed any helpful skills that would unlock after gaining some ridiculous amount of experience points through the outcome of some boss fight.

Well, come to think of it, she would most likely fall before the enemy before gaining any points. There were also rather few videogames where you gained exp points from fighting alone, and having to beat the enemy was more common. Gaining experience for a level up to beat an enemy by beating them... that was as stupid as it sounded.

"Anyway, you don't start to worry about a tank when you are staring into its cannon, but you check your arsenal beforehand and include everything you can, eventually set the field with mines. That's why I am not so eager to stumble upon something that might kill me instantly without a plan. There won't be much time to think, less to prepare ourselves when we face that guy.... So when you have an idea, you can certainly say it anytime."

Not that she expected anything. Most likely, Charles would just repeat herself, but at least blaming one or the other made even less sense than part of this conversation. Aya as well, turned the conversation over and over. It felt like they were running in circles, albeit both physically at least, walking a straight line. Aya summoned all her courage together and tried to appear as proud as possible, while likely facing one of the greater humiliations of life.... she entered the lobby, and sticked to the walls as close as possible.

Fortunately, fate was once on her side and the Hotel was also according to time, relatively quiet and the lobby mostly empty. Everyone who bothered to look would recognize the strange path, the blonde magus had chosen for her return to her room, but this was not of her concern anyway. Sometimes it was better to be obvious about hiding something, rather than risking the hidden information to come out, and in her case there was a lot to be revealed during this night, and none was very pleasant. Alone for the reason to not become a suspect in the ruined building, she would proceed with extreme caution.

Oh please... remain invisible, no BE INVISIBLE!!

If Charles were to be visible, this would only draw more attention to her, although she had for a brief moment considered to use the servant as a decoy instead. She was sure that nobody would bother about a pair of jeans when someone like Eccentrics was walking next to her. Nevertheless, the shock would not last long and eyes just too often also peering curiously at the one who dared to stay in that lady's company, and this was none other than Aya. Yet another circle was closed, and the exhausted woman could sigh in relief when the elevator closed its doors. The corridors were likely easier than the lobby.

"It seems that they really did not see anything strange, or we will have some cops on the door in some hours... My boss will eat me."

Perhaps that was an even more disturbing thought than getting almost reduced to dinner by some crazy dark beasts on the very first day.

"Anyway, this would mean that a lot of scouting is required. First we need to find out who is even a master and who a servant, and I'd prefer to know that and mark them on a map, rather than meeting them like I did with those psychotic dog things. ...there should also be some way to hurt them with modern weaponry. There must be."

The elevator soon had reached the according level and Aya almost slipped from the opening door in the closest room, which was assigned to her. Swift and fast, like during a forced entrance, and then she only waited a moment for Charles to pass through the door before closing it. It was a simple room, with no more than a bed, a TV, a table and two additional chairs.

"As you can see, it is not exactly big.... the shower is in that small room over there, just like the toilet."

It was time to look for another set of clothes, and Aya could hardly await her very own shower to wash off all the pain and exhaustion. Although she was hungry, the priority list had changed for a bit, and her eyes had already wandered briefly over the long list of food that was provided by Room Service.

"24 Hours... hmm. Nice." It would have been correct to ask the servant about some food, but judging from one line during their long lasting conversation, she did not require anything of that sort. Must be quite boring...

[Chevalier D'eon]

They kept going back and fourth about this potential enemy they might face. What did she love living in a world where her confidence was in the shit hole? Really it didn't help her self esteem or their situation anymore to be scared out of her panties. Some classes were better for dealing with others, Assassins weren't meant to be used the way she was going to use Charles though. Hell not a whole lot he could do about it, if this servant was truly for certain that a strong mind trumped a strong body, this war was going to be his chance to prove it.

This wasn't Russia though, very few were actively looking for a threat when he was playing messenger with their matriarch. Still it was a little insulting when her own country told her to go under cover as a woman... Ok yeah so he had a little breast development... genetic flaw, what a bunch of insensitive fuck heads. They even realize a guys pride was on the line or what? Surprised the dick heads didn't come right out and say "cut your dick off for France."... screw that...or well, lack of screwing that. No wonder he never found a woman. Love was over rated anyway, being alone wasn't so bad. In England's Vineyards he'd managed to give great audience to a variety of guest... who stabbed him in the back the moment a little bit of controversy came his way...assholes.

Running a little prana through his eyes, Charle's took a moment to glance about the lobby. No one had any strong concentration of energy, nothing even beneath the surface... well accept Aya but that was a big obvious thing wasn't it... Following after her making sure no one walked through his spirit form, he wouldn't speak to her until they were alone in the elevator. So far he had to say it was rather impressive. " This is pretty impressive, France and England had a prototype for this thing while I was alive. But it wasn't practical. The tools and power needed to make it work just weren't accessible. Looked like that wasn't the case anymore, these machines used the power from lightning. The bible talked about god using lightning as a weapon, so this was the harnessing of gods power? It was interesting seeing how much the world had progressed; but in a war he wasn't going to have much time to research it all. The grail gave him a basic gist but the details of it all were still up to the servant to find out if they so desired.

The Chevalier had decided to simply drop the whole subject of "when X comes along" he'd plan for said situations in his own mind when he had the time to settle and strategize. The simple truth of the matter is a battle was a constantly evolving entity and any plan he made at best would help him deal with the first move, but if his opponent had any level of competence they'd adjust tactic and then all of his careful planning wouldn't be worth a dime. Still he was a dragoon and swordsman, he could plan in the heat of battle and his reflexes allowed him to construct complicated strategy even in the most dire of situations. The ability was a form of "fast forward" of each possible scenario. While most envisioned their next move and prepared accordingly, Charle's could envision 5 or 6 scenario's at once and as his opponent moved he could map out the route they were taking. This mind of his was the most dangerous tool he could posses and it was hard to be modest about just how great it was.

"Relax sweet cheeks, the grail paired us together for a reason. Its a balance of power which means out the gate its just a game of chess. In chess both sides have the same pieces, its just how they use them that determines whose ass gets handed to them." Yeah there were servants that had more raw power, berserkers and the like... but the draw back was their master typically had a hard time supporting such a creature. Play keep away and wait for the pair to make a mistake. Saber classes were also pretty taxing, though better taken down from a distance. Charle's had a speed advantage, he had to use that to its fullest. Really a lot of combat was figuring out what ones opponent thought of them; once that was known you got put in a box of predictability, any action taken that goes outside of that box will take said opponent off guard and make for a limited opening. "Fear is a healthy bitch, just make sure you slap her if she gets out of line." Way to sound like a woman beater... ah well, it was fun to say.

When they got in the room, the first thing Charle's did was to take visibility again and drop onto the bed laid out, partially reclined. So tomorrow he was going to need to start scouting huh? Well his eyes made that a more viable option... still he was worried about leaving Aya alone. She didn't have the tools necessary to hold off even a magus that long. Damn he wasn't up for wracking his mind with this shit right now though, shifting hands behind his head he'd watch the blond girl walk about the room in slight amusement.

During his life he'd gotten to know a lot of women, but this one was way more unique than the boring pure breeds he had to deal with. Everyone acted like a princess with absolute flawless manors. But not Aya, she was casual almost like she was still a very young girl herself still into mischief without her parents scolding her for doing "unladylike" activity. "Tonight we rest and take it all in, when we wake up we can get started on this war shit. The minds not too much different from a muscle, once its exhausted and overwhelmed its better to let the bitch rest."