The 1st Council Meeting [Open]

[leopold]

Leopold anxiously tapped his foot against the floor, his figure was facing toward the large window. From this room in the third floor he had a good view of the campus, the large track field and the dormitories that laid on the other side, the campus felt lifeless and he'd almost wish for young people to soon appear in his vision and fill the field with laughter and noise but this wasn't a school in the real world. Not this was a prison of sorts, a virtual world composed by Reality Marbles, a sanctum for their survivable inside the Moon Cell. That track field nor this building would ever be filled with laughter or the trivial chatter of adolescents.

This school was both a refuge and a battlefield, everyone who woke up here should realize this. But still there were still far to many unknowns and questions to be asked, as well as where was the exit of this bird cage. He didn't have all the answers and for him to even consider holding a thread that would lead him to a piece of the puzzle was still tenuous at best. Still Leopold had an idea of what to do.

He shifted his gaze from the empty sunny outside to the room he was in. It was about the size of your average classroom, though unlike one this one seemed to have the purpose of being the student council room. It was more of a meeting room and partially an office than a classroom but the size was sufficient for a large group of people. Leopold wasn't sure how many masters had ended up here or how many had woken up yet, but he felt that it was imperative that some sort of order be brought before chaos fell on this place. He was quietly and anxiously praying that his idea would work.

He passively watched at the terminal he had prepared, that he had been working on setting up since coming into the Dark Side of the Moon. More or less twenty minutes ago he sent out a message to all portable terminals that where within range, so he hoped that all the masters currently awake or within the campus would receive his invitation.

Greetings, my name is Leopold Volken Ostrien.

I have sent this message to all masters with the purpose of discussing the nature of the anomaly that has trapped us within the Moon Cell.

I will be in the Main building, on third floor in the Student Council's Room.

I sincerely hope that this invitation will be accepted for what it is, I am aware of our purpose for coming here but given the situation I feel we have grounds for cooperation or at the very least a momentary cease fire while there are more pressing circumstances.

Leopold shifted his gaze outside again, the tapping of his shoe against the floor ceased. He re-affirmed his choice to still keep Rider as sleep, he needed to make the right impression, the risk though life threatening it was a necessary step.

[seluna]

With a brisk pace Seluna moved through the corridors, her clenched hands swinging side by side as her long legs carried her in long strides. The blond girl in the black sailor uniform had that look of purpose and like wise moved with clear purpose. Seluna's expression was one of thought maybe even a tint of trepidation and caution.

"This could be a trap for all I know" 

She briefly mused as she began ascending the flight of  stairs.

"But in this situation, all I can do is gamble... I'm sure this is what mami would do." 

In an invisible scale Seluna was thinking, she wasn't the type that decided things in a passive way.

"Ideally... the pay-off might be worth it... but the risk..." 

The driven teen was the type that acted on emotion and she was the type that decided on things as they came. The message she received was fishy as hell and in a normal circumstance she would ignore it. But she was in the dark, this was not the what the Moon Cell had invited her for, there was no tournament nor there was a war taking place. That nurse wasn't helpful at all, in fact she was the opposite of helpful with that attitude of hers.

"Can't access the Near Side? got sent somewhere else... just how much do I have to do to find mother and Anthy..." 

The blond girl grumbled briefly as she reached the third floor. She took a deep breath, she had to be calm and attentive now. The time to gamble was here to see if this was a foolish endeavour or someone was actually being sincere about trying to puzzle this whole being trapped in the Moon Cell issue or if this was just a honey trap for Masters.

Regardless of her doubts Seluna ended in front of the Student Council's office, she took another deep breath and her expression of thoughtfulness shifted to a guarded one. She knocked twice, then after a two second pause she slid the door open and made her way inside.

There was a man on the other side of the room, he was looking out the window but shifted his attention toward her. He seemed relieved that someone showed up, that gave a little faith to the blond girl. Though Seluna didn't speak and with some reservation entered the room, she didn't sit and instead leaned on one wall near the door.

Now she merely thought, time to wait and see.

[Deleted]

David grumbles to himself as he climbs up the stairs in the school. "Gah, I wish I could just blow this off. But...it wasn't like I was doing much anyway." He groans, ruffling his hair. Still, he didn't think it was likely he would find any here, this was just a bunch of people complaining that things weren't going their way in the Moon Cell. He was fine, he had all the time in the world to work on his art here, and he would until the arena fights had to start. But he supposed he should find out what was going on anyway.

"Something about us being on the wrong side of something, Ah well. I'm sure I'll get a more thorough explanation, whether I want it or not..."

Rider didn't like it, but he figured that was just because she wanted him in the house so she had more time to try and seduce him. He didn't expect it to be dangerous, but if it was, hey, that's her job, right?

When he finally makes it to the student council room, he enters it without knocking. Finding it opens easily, he meanders in, and groans as he takes a look around the room.

"Darn it, I hoped I'd be late and you'd be onto the important stuff already. Just my luck to get here when there's just three of us..."

Not caring at all if he came out impolite or not, he pulls up a chair and looks up at the ceiling. It was pockmarked with numerous little dots, and he began to count them, hoping some inspiration will miraculously pop into his head. It's a practice he's become accustomed to. The room itself was dull, and the other people, while somewhat interesting, didn't seem to be statue or even bust-worthy. 

He didn't want to have to do Rider, though that would be worth his time. It'd probably just end up giving her a swelled head.

[Fredrik Henning Abels]

The odds of actually knowing someone here were pretty...well, actually, it was a decent shot. While the world was a big place, word about the Moon Cell was spreading further and further recently. No doubt quite a few people wanted a wish granted, especially in the wake of the chaos sewn by Leonardo's death. Sure, it wasn't total anarchy, but the carefully built structure that the Plutocracy had built was beginning to develop cracks. So of course, it was inevitable someone else in their line of work would end up here. Fred adjusted his tie as he made his way up the stairs to the third floor of the academy.

To be honest, he was a little thrown off by the high school theme. With such a wide variety of ages among the Masters present, ranging from children to the elderly, the choice in locale was...odd. Odd would be his word of choice; it was not a bad thing nor was it a good thing, it was just odd. Though he was given a "uniform" for the fake academy, he opted to remain in his suit. It felt more comfortable on him, though that was probably since there were quite a few times he had to be on the job while wearing it. Being comfortable in your combat attire was important, since being uncomfortable lead to distractions, and distractions lead to being dead.

Fredrik soon arrived at the Student Council Room and noted a few people already there, two of them looking like they actually could be high school students and one slightly familiar face. Sure, they weren't friends, but they had worked together before so they were at least acquaintances. His expression lightened up to a casual, friendly sort and he gave a small wave to everyone in the room.

"Hey there everyone, good to see you again Leopold. Glad to know we've got some people interested in working together."

He had told Caster to "show up if he wanted to, but he didn't have to", since this was a relatively peaceful gathering. Worst case scenario, Fredrik could probably stall long enough for Caster to arrive if someone did turn it into a violent gathering, though given Caster's demeanor he might show up anyway to say hi. If that did happen he'd just explain.

[Deleted]

Fred had told him he could show up if he felt like it. That wasn't the problem, he definitely felt like going. To find the people who were previously set to kill each other and were now going to join hands to right the wrong that has been committed, he would feel ashamed if he was not there to applaud their decision. It was not merely a manner of preference, he felt honor-bound to show up at the meeting.

However, he was worried the appearance of a Servant at what was to be a peaceful gathering would be misconstrued as bringing violence to their door. While his intentions couldn't be further afield from that, it was a concern that dragged on his mind. However, the only cure for that in his mind was honesty. It had crossed his mind to simply disguise himself as a human, but doing so would make him look bad if he was discovered, and given the number of magi that would be present, it simply wasn't worth the risk.

Stepping into the room behind his Master, Caster bows before the assembled people in the room. There weren't many, but there were some. He wasn't sure if more would come, or if these were the only ones that could put aside their own goals for a common good. He hoped it was the former. "Friends, I hope you will not take offense at my presence here. I merely wish to see clearly the obstacles that face us all, and that we will triumph over as one." He tilts his head. "I don't believe there are any other Servants here...I suppose my presence is indeed out of order. If any of you would prefer it, I will leave. It would be a dark stain on my conscience if it is my fault that our cooperation is put in jeopardy."

Turning to his Master, he tilts his head. "Is that man a friend of yours, Master? What a joyful coincidence this must be for you."

[Oshiro Sakata]

Walking through the halls of that campus had proven rather amusing. The moon cell created that place as the holding area for the masters providing them what it considered to be essential to a comfortable stay, and it had picked a 20th century high school as the ideal setting. Regardless of the visitors status or wealth was outside, in the moon they’d be subjected to roughly equal conditions. It almost seemed fair.

The other Masters walking around wore a huge variety of expressions. From scared children to makeshift soldiers, the halls were dotted with people trying to make some sense of the intricate situation. Not that he could blame them for it, as he was in fact one of them as well. Not having his own servant by his side did place him at somewhat of disadvantage, but Archer had shown no interest to accompany him and Oshiro felt no desire to ask something twice.
A particular room felt busier than the rest, with several others already inside. He has seen a few of his peers around already but so far no real contact had been made, meaning that situation was a great opportunity to see who he was sharing the campus with.

“May I come in?”

He spoke those words together with a gentle smile, as he crossed the door into the room. He didn't exactly recognize any of the people inside, and he had doubt about anyone recognizing him. Although his name had some fame attached to it, his face wasn't as well known to the public, especially when his Avatar had his appearance set to look years younger than reality.
The diversity of the group in front of him was a bit astonishing, and if his ears had heard it correctly, it seemed like the brown-skinned man was the bald gentleman’s servant. Apparently, the other Masters weren't quite as paranoid as he thought they would be.

[Anthony Prescott]

Anthony moved briskly through the halls, not seeming to be rushing so much as simply having some important reason to be somewhere. Of course, he didn't draw attention to himself with his pace, such would be unthinkable to a mere servant (not in the sense that the Moon Cell used it, but as a man who simply served others) such as himself. He deftly avoided anyone else that was ambling about the hallway without a word, keeping a medium sized container held safely under one arm as he neared his destination.

Entering the room, he was not surprised to find others had already arrived. He had decided in a somewhat last-minute fashion to make a detour, and that NPC dressed as a priest in the cafeteria had been decidedly unhelpful to him, delaying him further.

"Apologies if I am late." Anthony spoke clearly, with clean regret but without embarrassment for his probably imagined tardiness. Bowing his head to the group which had already been assembled, he went to a desk and set down the container he had been carrying. Unclasping the lid he reveal the small collection of food he had assembled from what he'd been able to obtain from the cafeteria. Light finger food, unfortunately, some simple meats and cheeses on crackers, but the best he could do on the short notice.

"I took the liberty of providing the food for this meeting. In the future, if anyone has preferences or concerns they can inform me and I will strive to ensure all are satisfied."

His announcement over, Anthony went to stand by the window, casually observing the group that had gathered thus far. Unlike him, he expected at least some of these had modified their avatar in this world, either to mask their identity or simply for the sake of amusement, but there was still much that could be told from the way they carried themselves. Some, like the wild haired man that had entered just before him, seem completely at ease; others, like the young lady seemed quite tense over the situation, and understandably so. Anthony resolved to wait and see where his services would be needed most.

[Zinnia Edelweiss]

    It has been quite a while since she arrived here in Moon Cell. Though she expected it to be a battleground, she never thought it would take the appearance of a school. Of course, to Zinnia who has never been into high school once in her life, was very happy to experience such an atmosphere. And she also have a school uniform in her room though she opted to wear it later.



    She was very happy coming here. Being able to walk, talk, eat and do other things she can't back in the real world. Unfortunately for her, this was not all paradise than she thought it was. Even though she knew there would be battles, she never thought it would have this "dark" of an atmosphere. And there is this rumor that people will really die when they are killed in this "game".

    She thought that it was implausible that a person that dies in the virtual word will also die in the real world. It is a scenario similar to an Anime she watched back home which is very senseless. Regardless, she'd like to stay in this world as much as possible and enjoy her time. But for her to do that, she'd like to understand her situation.



    After a while even since she arrived, she started to look for information about the Moon Cell through the database though the information allowed was pretty much limited. Most of the information focused on the Holy Grail War which 'til now proved incomprehensible but is amazing in its own. She also studied key concepts like Reality Marbles and other things that did not exist in previous virtual games she played.

Overall, this is a new experience for her. That includes being stuck with a pervert for the majority of the War.


    Hearing the announcement made a second ago, Zinnia thought of opting not to go. Although gaining information about the situation and also meeting some of the people that got sent here is a good thing, it being a trap or a scheme is also pretty high.

She thought, "If you can kill everyone at the same time at once then winning this all thing will be easy," is probably what a plotter would think in this situation.

Also, she is also shy and awkward in making social interactions with new people.

    So in order to reassure herself, she asked her Caster on what to do in which she has still yet to have a proper response but thinks it won't be long until her Servant decides to.



    Ultimately, she decided to go with an increase of awareness of her surroundings to make sure she won't get stabbed by anyone on the back. Walking elegantly across the hallway, she noticed a lot of people staring at her which gives her a flustered face.

Well, it is the truth that her avatar is indeed beautiful and is almost the striking appearance of her real world self which was praised by her mother as very beautiful girl.



    Finally after a light knock on the door, she slowly entered the Student Council Room. Nervousness filled her every spine but she made sure that it wouldn't appear so in front of these people. She noticed there are already a handful of people present. Without bothering to say a word, she silently sat on the chair closest to the window. She calmed herself after sitting down without any attempt to look at other people.

However, after a short glance, she noticed a man wearing glasses looking up at the ceiling. Believing that it was his attempt to calm his nerves, she thought of "What's Up" literally and decided to look up as well.

She thought, "There's nothing interesting in here, huh," before looking out on the window to stare at the sky.

[leopold]

When the door was knocked for the first time, Leopold throat formed a small knot. He took a deep breath to steady himself. It had been almost three years since he retired from interacting with others, having a meeting did make him nervous but it was just rusted gears. The door slid open promptly and a young girl with blond hair walked inside. There was no other way to describe the youth as guarded, she didn't look uncomfortable but single minded.

Leopold gave her a smile, he hoped she would speak but the girl merely walked over to a wall and leaned on it. It was clear she wouldn't indulge in small chat. Frankly it made Leopold a bit uncomfortable, he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and then after a brief pause moved near the stationary terminal he had worked on setting up.

The door then swiftly open, fortunately for Leopold since he didn't want to the air to turn uncomfortable before the possibility of a truce ever happened. Thankfully, someone walked in but before Leopold could welcome the new arrival a young man with glasses, he made the rude remark of being too early. That took Leopold by surprise, he smiled a bit awkwardly but at least with this young man he had the possibility of speaking with, a signal that the girl wasn't giving.

"Ah, well hopefully one or more people will soon turn up and we'll promptly start."

Though both arrivals proved to be a handful, Leopold could understand why. Up until now every living person inside the Moon Cell had come with a strict purpose, with the drive to have their wish fulfilled, to battle one another in a battle royale until only one person remained. Leopold was no different and honestly he could excuse the behaviour of those two youngsters.

The next newcomer was a pleasant though unexpected acquaintance. Fredrik Henning Abels, a Scandinavian magus and someone Leopold was at least familiar with, they weren't close but they did meet a couple of times back when Leopold still worked as chief of digital security in one of the many companies of the Harwey plutocracy, Fredrik on the other hand was a special agent though they crossed paths enough to be comfortable around each other. A pleasant smile appeared on Leopold, whose's shoulders relaxed as if some weight had been removed, though shortly after his smile curved in a melancholic way, the sting of the Harwey's still weighed heavily on Leopold.

"Good to see you as well Fredrik, I'm relieved to see our interests match."

The next arrival was one Leopold had expected, it was something he did see coming and it was the biggest risk of this entire meeting, why no doubt many masters would not come here but it was an eventuality that would regardless of Leopold's wishes would have happened anyway. The servant that appeared looked young, if the presence of a servant was subtle then Leopold would have mistaken caster for another young master. Though there was no way to mistake a servant that revealed itself.

"Unless the others oppose, I don't see why you would be unwelcome, besides it would be foolish to ignore the wisdom and experience from you and your legendary peers." Leopold smiled, his gaze looking at the reactions from the others.

Though not soon after a fourth master appeared. From how he looked, it was another young man though unlike the other two he looked calm and at ease. "Please do come in, make yourself at home."

A fifth master entered, an elderly gentleman who in a rather servile manner apologized for his tardiness. Leopold took the impression that he was a butler of some kind, specially after he willingly offered some Appetizers. "No need to apologize, we haven't started yet." Leopold smiled kindly "How careless of me, I should have saved you the trouble."

Then a sixth master appeared, from her looks it was a heavily modded avatar and that of a young girl. Though it wasn't anything that'd bother Leopold, it was expected that to some degree people would alter their appearances, even him to some extent had altered his virtual avatar. The girl sat near the young man of glasses and proceeded to mimic him.

Leopold figured he could start the meeting now, if more masters joined in then he would welcome them but with six masters already present it was more than he had expected.

Leopold sat on the edge of one table, his expression passive and pensative.

"Well, I figure we can start now. If more people join us, then good for us."

"As you have no doubt figure out, I'm Leopold and the one responsible for the message you receive."

"I'm looking for people that will like me are looking to collaborate on figuring out what caused the Moon Cell to redirect us to the Far Side, how we can escape this predicament and at the very least return to the Near Side."

"I understand that we have all come to the Moon Cell for our own personal reasons, at our own risk but the situation is an abnormal one. So I won't take up more of your time, I called you all here to ask two things of you all."

Leopold took a small breath, with a calm expression he watched the gathering of masters. He joined both his hands and placed them in his lap.

"First is asking for a cease fire until the situation is resolved between all of us that are present. Since the SE.RA.PH security system is down we come up with some common agreements."

My second request is of those of you that are willing, I'd like to form a group with the goal of gathering information, cooperating on working out a solution for this problem. I do what to clarify that I don't want leadership of this group, but if its formed I'd like to offer my technical capacities and knowledge."

[seluna]

Seluna remained quiet, her eyes silently flickered between her surroundings and to the expressions of each newcomer. She focused more on how they expressed themselves than how they acted or looked. Leopold despite his serious appearance, seemed surprisingly susceptible or sensitive to others reactions. The guy that entered behind her, was either uninterested in the whole thing or just aloof.

The third master to appear, the bald man made Seluna's instincts briefly accelerate. Though her concerns were unfounded the implications that Leopold and that man knew each other from before was enough to make the blond girl raise an eye brow, one thing she did pick up was the subtle shift in Leopold's smile, though her thoughts quickly shifted toward Frederik's servant. The Caster looked surprisingly normal and as hard as she looked she could find nothing that stood out other than his really good looks and noble attitude. Though his intentions were clear, the inclusion of Servants into the meeting made Seluna a tad uncomfortable. Though in the end, Leopold made the compelling argument of we can't ignore their wisdom. Seluna could not find fault in that.

"I don't mind." Seluna commented off-handedly, shrugging indifferently though giving a weak attempt of a welcoming smile.

A few more masters turned up, a guy that looked cool but Seluna wasn't sure how to think of how relaxed he appeared to be. Then rather surprisingly an old butler appeared carrying a tray of snacks. Seluna, honestly did not see that one coming. "Thank you sir." She said, though she probably wouldn't eat the gesture of the old man still needed appreciation. Either the old man was a really good and considerate person or Seluna was being a bit too cynical for taking his action with a grain of salt, she wouldn't touch the food until she saw someone else doing it.

Then finally anther girl turned up, which made Seluna feel superficially more at ease. At the very least she wouldn't be the only girl in this room.

Leopold promptly decided to start the meeting and Seluna inwardly agreed, the sooner this was done the better. She still had to find her Servant...

Leopold began explaining his goals or rather his requests. He asked for something honestly reasonable, the war hadn't start and something kept it from starting, they were all trapped in the Moon Cell and from what little Seluna knew they were in the trash bin of the Moon. Obviously something was wrong. Seluna considered in silence for a bit, she remained cool and calm thinking of the most reasonable thing to say and to act by. She crossed her arms and stopped leaning on the wall.

"Fundamentally I agree with both requests, though until we have more details I can't agree with them. Besides there is no guarantee that the War might start at any given point..." Seluna spoke, she decided to be a Devil's advocate and honestly she had no reason to trust any of these strangers nor she had guarantees that they would obey whatever rules were discussed and acknowledged by this group for now...

[Deleted]

He blinks as the baldhead walks into the room, followed by a shorter, younger-looking man that ended up being his Servant. He was slightly interested in the fact that him and the person that called them knew each other, but the presence of another Servant was much more intriguing to him. He wasn't scared at all, quite the contrary. He was so different from his Rider...but it only made sense when he thought about it. 

As the butler comes in, David blinks. "Oh hey. Food." With that he helped himself to the opened tin of meat and cheese, he looks up at the older man. "Hey, thanks. Guess I probably should've said that first, huh?"

Pulling back, he waits until Leopold finally gets around to talking. The information he's learned from going to the meeting was interesting to be sure, but honestly it didn't change much for him. Either he was getting out or he wasn't, and honestly it didn't really seem like much was up to him. "So, we need to find out what caused the Moon Cell to go crazy? Am I getting this right?"

When he finally gets to the ask, he frowns. "A ceasefire sounds good, I didn't think we would actually be able to fight each other until we got arena'd up anyway. Dunno about doing much helping with the exploration, but that first one definitely sounds doable." He'd be able to get artwork done and, if he was going to be macabre about it, people could die before they got back to the Near Side and the actual War started. "If you need help with something specifically, feel free to give me a message, but I kinda got things to do otherwise."

[Rider of David Bezal]

"Things to do indeed darling."

The voice rang out clear, and a second later the owner appeared in a digitized flash of light. Such an entrance might have surprised those unused to the Moon Cell, but for the experienced or the well read it would simply be the standard way a Servant appeared in physical form. But while the admittedly unexpected arrival might have been unexceptional, who had arrived certainly wasn't.

Unlike most Servants, this one did not seem dressed for combat, or even physical exertion in general. Rather than any sort of armor, this woman wore a long black dress which reached the ground and emphasized her rather... eye catching figure. And her behavior certainly didn't match what most would expect of a Legendary Soul. That is, unless one expected a Legendary Soul to drape herself around the young David Bezal and stroke his face.

"I'm sorry darling but I just couldn't stay away from you for so long," the Servant cooed at her Master. With her free hand, she gracefully waved towards the others assembled in the room.

"Hello all, it is a pleasure to meet you! I'm Rider. I must say I am glad that this horrid war is being put on hold. Such an ugly thing, we can do without it. And it leaves time for much more enjoyable activities." From the tone of her voice and position in regards to her Master, there was definitely a great deal of implications to be found.

[Fredrik Henning Abels]

Quite a few others followed after him entering the meeting; the first was of course Caster. This did not surprise Fred too much, as from what he gathered of his Servant he was the polite and sociable sort. He enjoyed other people and also enjoyed peace, so of course with both in one place it was an inevitability. Following him were a few other Masters of varying sorts: an adult male of relatively relaxed demeanor, an elderly gentleman who dressed and behaved much like a butler would, and another teenage girl with a blatantly modified avatar. The third he did trust much, as one who would go so far to hide their real appearance likely had something to hide. He would not make assumptions about it, but he didn't intend to let her off the mental hook either. The other two, there was about the same amount of uncertainty that would be held towards anyone, but if they were concealing something beneath a modified exterior they were both good about it.

Fredrik maintained his silence as Leopold began the meeting, staying near his Servant simply to avoid making things awkward for others. The requests were simple enough and he saw no issue with them, and the first to respond was the blonde girl. Her answer was rational, but he did feel the lack of commitment to be a little unnecessary.

"If the war does start up, we'll have good notice of it. It won't be something that sneaks up on us," Fred spoke up after the girl did, ultimately relaying something he had picked up from some of the NPCs. Given how even they didn't know what was going on, and their purpose was to support the system and the Masters in some capacity, it was doubtful that the war would resume without their knowing.

The next to speak up was the younger male, basically agreeing to the ceasefire but being useless besides. Did he end up with a totally useless Servant or something? Or was he just being a selfish little-

It was probably both, Fred realized as the next Servant materialized in the room. Her appearance did not befit one that would manifest as a Servant, but then again neither did his own. However, her voiced opinion certainly loaned itself to the theory of her being "useless". May be it was for the best she did not take part. Letting out a small exasperated sigh following the Rider's spiel, his expression became a slightly annoyed one before shifting to a more neutral expression.

"Anyway, since nobody else seems motivated to do so, I'll be the first to volunteer then to aid in the exploration effort. No point in sitting here doing nothing. After all, we may not know if the war will resume, but it's a pretty safe guess it won't while the sun is permanently stuck in the afternoon. Unless, of course, someone decides to start a war right here on campus."

His answer was blunt, but not necessarily cruel. He was simply stating the facts as they were, and making the point that sitting there wouldn't accomplish anything. He looked for a moment over to Caster before back at the others.

"Caster and I are not the best-suited to facing the enemy programs, but if we need to we can manage something. If someone's got a better suited Servant, we can aid in support."

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"I don't know if I would say that, Fredrick." Caster says, speaking up. A more prideful Servant would have been somewhat insulted his Master didn't think appropriately highly of him. Caster, on the other hand, simply wanted to allay any worries. "Mere programs will do little to hinder me, even should we be on our own." He glances around a bit. "Though I do not believe that will be the case, at least for a long length of time." 

The people around him were confused. The two who spoke were exhibiting two common problems he had faced in his time as king, a lack of motivation to act in the case of the black-haired boy, and the lack of trust needed to act in the girl. They were not permanent problems, but they would only truly be solved when acting was not something that should happen, but needed to happen. And that time will come soon enough.

Turning to Leopold, Caster smiles. "Thank you for the information, I appreciate you taking the time to share it with us. However, do you suppose you could go into a bit more detail? I'm not quite sure what you're proposing in finding information. Do you have a plan?" If there was one, then there would be no time to talk about it like the present. He was sure there would be other people curious, and people are more likely to jump on board something if there's been thought put into it.

The appearance of Rider made things a lot more noisy than they had been, and Caster was happy to oblige. "Ah, I was hoping I'd meet another Servant or two today. Thank you for coming!" He shrinks back slightly at the obvious and open displays of affection she was showing to her Master, and tilts his head, though he regains his ground as it seems they share common feelings about the War. "Indeed. The war is quite a waste...It's what allows us to be here as we are, and it rewards us for our time...but our time could be so much more worthwhile than as mere combatants, I feel. I'm glad we agree about that, though I fear we'd be the minority." 

[Caster of Anthony Prescott]

Anthony, a man full of modals and an exemplary attitude had asked her to stay by his side at any moment, under any circumstance and to appear when it was needed.

The presence of other servants was more than enough reason for her to make her appearance. Without a doubt and by avoiding dragging too much attention, Caster appeared behind her master; Dressed in a beautiful Kimono and holding an umbrella on her hands, she did not care about people having little guesses about her identity. Although her presence gave the impression of an elegant spirit, she knew the best for her was to remain quiet about her true identity and by doing so, she stayed close to her Master since it was the best thing to do at the moment.

With all her wisdom, Caster noticed that the meeting was far away to be hostile and close enough to be decently arranged, to talk about the current situation. She decided to have her master speak for her at any moment unless her opinion was needed and due the current situation, the best thing to do for her was to listen and to keep an eye open for any possible threat.

By looking at her master and the gift he brought to everyone, she immediately smiled at him. The simple gesture of a noble man like him to strangers was splendid and it was everyone's duty to accept it due courtesy. In her mind all she was thinking about was how lucky she was to have the chance to fight alongside him, but this didn't last long enough.

As more servants keep making their appearance and presentations, she couldn't hold back the urge to do the same thing, as a manner of respect. Her master already did his so it was only natural for her to introduce herself to everyone.

“With your permission master.” said Caster to Anthony in a low tone, enough for him to listen and understand.

By moving 2 steps forward and next to her Master, Caster said in a well mannered tone “Hello everyone, I am Caster, Servant of this humble man here. Pleased to meet you all.” Without further explanation or anything else to say, she moved 1 step back, staying behind her master while waiting for any order from him.