Fragments of Chaldea

by GhostXavier

Between singularities, there was plenty of downtime for the last bastion of humanity. Despite an uncertain future, they formed a semblance of a new life within Chaldea, their home of precious memories. Here they were a family... an unusual, hectic, and often imperfect one... but that's what made them perfect. [Slice of Life] [Short Story Cycle (Interconnected One Shots)]

93. Fragment 92: At Arm's Length

It was a calm morning for the last week of October. Mount Meru's perpetual blizzard had lightened to a whirlwind of gentle flurries across a dark, cloud-covered canvas. The sun would be rising soon, but the bright lights of the large Port Room, which had been renamed the Aerodrome, could fool anyone. Slowly, one of the massive doors continued to close as the whirs of its massive gears echoed through the vast room; They were drowned out by the happy cheers of an excited knight.

The canopy of a Vigil Aurora lowered to shut as a grinning Mordred hopped out of the cockpit. She placed her arms into the sleeves of her favorite red leather jacket, then gazed back at the advanced fighter she'd just exited. A small squad of robots floated over to begin maintenance checks, but she paid them no heed. After dusting off her ripped jean shorts, she turned eagerly towards her four companions instead.

"So, did you get it all out of your system?" Arthur asked. His blue polo and white slacks matched the refined halter dress of his counterpart, who stood beside him. As a grinning Mordred nodded eagerly to her uncle and father, Brynhildr chuckled at Arthur's other side.

The Valkyrie, with hands folded before her own purple sheath dress, nodded gratefully to the female Vigil pilot beside her. In her native tongue, she whispered, "(I'm glad it all worked out. I owe you for this.)"

"(Oh no! Please! The honor was all mine! I can say I've had three servants fly my fighter!)" the uniformed Norwegian giggled, then turned her smile to Mordred. "Was it everything you expected?"

"It was better!" Mordred exclaimed as she clenched her fists to her chests with lingering enthusiasm. "That went so much faster that the jet I flew before! It's so agile and quick and nimble and…!"

The knight fell into a toothy grin with plenty of chuckles, making Arturia smile warmly towards her, but cross her arms gently. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, but aren't you forgetting something? What do you have to say to the generous pilot?"

Mordred only chuckled brighter, hopped towards the pilot, snagged her hands, and beamed. "You're so lucky! You get to fly it whenever you want! It's better than a flying horse! Ah, but father's flying horse is still cooler! But your jet is still really, really awesome! I'm jealous! I wish I could own one! You're so lucky! Wait! Can I buy one?"

The young knight completely missed Arturia slap her hand against her own forehead; Brynhildr and Arthur laughed. While the King of Knights' brother gently rubbed her shoulder in reassurance, they seemed unaware of who watched from one of the entrance doors. Instead, they remained content talking amongst themselves as the servant, who wore the Vigil's black PT shirt and light blue shorts, stood idle with crossed arms and a steady gaze.

"Not going to mosey on over and say hi?" The groggy question caught her mild interest, and Artesia quietly glanced behind her. She cracked a tiny smile upon seeing her master, who looked like the equivalent of a luxury trainwreck. His PT uniform was neatly clean and worn like hers, and his hair was newly trimmed from yesterday… but total exhaustion occupied his face like an invading army.

But that was how Skyler always was before he had either PT or coffee… or both. Sometimes both was needed. She smirked, "You're up early. I'm surprised I didn't have to rip you out of the bunk."

"It's only half an hour earlier… Just because our leave starts today doesn't mean I'll be lazy." Artesia only kept her smirk levelled and aimed at him. After a pause, he blinked, then groaned. "…Oh shut up. You know what I mean."

Sure. He loved being lazy when he could, but when business was involved he was something else entirely. That duality was quite something to witness, almost like two different personalities. Chaldea only really got to witness that aloof side, but a few, like Gudao and Gabrielle, knew how rather similar he could be to her. No doubt, that was just one stone that led them down the path of profound trust and understanding of the other.

Instead of stabbing him further, she let out an amused huff, then turned back to the distant servants. Skyler walked up next to her, rubbed his eyes, stared tiredly, then sighed. "You didn't answer my question, you know."

"Because I don't need to. You know my answer."

"Doesn't change my reasoning. They're nice and friendly, just like the others. It could help you work together better on the battlefield if that time ever comes."

"I doubt we'll see that day." She glanced to him again, and he only stared at her quietly. It was seriously annoying her how persistent he was with asking, but if anyone could get away with it, it was this Vigil master. She only shook her head again, crossed her arms, and began walking away. "I only watched just in case that brat got any other ideas besides a simple joyride."

Skyler cocked an eyebrow. "So you're saying you would've rounded your child up by force?"

"My only hesitation would be causing the Vigil unnecessary problems and disobeying our orders to be respectful to Chaldeans," Artesia snapped lightly with a small glare. "I don't consider her as anything but a treacherous knight. That other Arturia can be her parent for all I care. Otherwise, stop making me repeat myself. I don't care what they do, and I never will so long as they stay in their lane."

After saying her piece, she began walking away. Skyler only sighed, began following her down the small side hallway, and slid his hands into his short's pockets. "A shame really… Camelot gets along so well. Like a family, I'd say… I'm sure they wouldn't mind you joining them."

She didn't even entertain him with her glare. She'd meant every word. Like Chaldea, they'd managed to build something surprising. She'd heard bits and pieces of the hows and why, which was more than enough to piece it together. But even if they were her former comrades, they already had the King Arthur they needed from what she could see; Two, strangely enough. Her altered form had no place there, not that she was even looking for one.

Artesia only scoffed. "I don't need anything from any of them."

And that was no lie, for Artesia already found a place a cruel woman like herself fit perfectly.

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Fragment 92: At Arm's Length

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The waves were pounding the resort's shores that morning. The crash of each wall of water drowned out the musicians playing in the distance, the gentle caws of flying birds, and even the warmth of the rising sun. The surf was all that was different on that pleasant morning, but it was lost on Artesia's focused mind. Only the cold, unrelenting bombardment of the waves mattered.

Not even the nearby classes registered in her mind. Further down the shore, Leonidas and Spartacus were leading a grueling physical fitness class for Chaldea staff. Brynhildr and the three Valkyries were helping their usual polearm class only a hundred meters away. They were but blurs in their peripheral, but their intensity would have made Artesia scoff if she paid any heed.

But her glares only held one target every morning. "HALF-DOWN! UP! DON'T EVEN FLINCH! YOU WAVER, EVERYONE WAVERS! HALF-DOWN! UP!"

Her roar wasn't met with annoyed stares. That pleased her. The many groans never came from her commands either, but at the urging of the relentless surf that tried them all. It was simply another hard session for all of them, just with different circumstances. Nevertheless, like everything, they handled it together.

With feet on another's back and hands gripped by the sand beneath them, they remained connected. It was a group pushup, where any one who faltered could cause a cascading collapse. For most units, this was almost always done in a gymnasium or grassy field. Doing it on slipping sand was treacherous, and in pounding surf was asking for an injury. Yet, this is what she chose as the designated PT leader, and she held no concern about the potential dangers.

Because after so long with them, Artesia was beyond confident Vanguard could handle this.

In fact, they always met it with defiant confidence she'd come to respect. Sergei roared out, "This is nothing, comrades! We've waded through worse in battle!"

"Kill, Hooah!" "Victory's worth the pain!" "Second place is top failure!" "PT make you sexy!"

Their cries of motivation, and some chuckles, was her daily signal: They were alright. Joined with them, she felt Skyler's feet on her back barely flinch as another wave slammed into the chain. Most would have fallen, but they were elites. The chain held. As her legs remained perfectly straightened on the Afgani operator's back, she yelled out, "THE PUSH UP! IN CADENCE!"

"IN CADENCE!"

"LOUDER, YOU SACKS OF DIRT! I MADE PICTS SCREAM LOUDER WITH MY BLADE, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT!?"

Once more, her yell caught the attention of some of the others who gazed from further away; It was hard not to. They were on the shoreline in front of Club Cove, where some staff and servants had come to the railing to watch. It was a rare sight to see the Vigil's morning physical training since they usually kept to themselves, but the beach offered new variety Artesia wished to exploit. After all, she had her own platoon role, and she would exceed the standard to make them even better.

They were powerful individuals, each and every one. They could stand against tremendous odds individually, but united, groups of these warriors moved mountains, decided battles, and forged new eras. Against what the blind fools believed, they were no pawns. Together, they were knights on the world's chessboard.

Vanguard wasn't the most powerful. Even with their sister platoons and the rest of the Vigil, they couldn't match the might of Chaldea; It was unnecessary. They were helping define a new era by fighting a natural tide many before had done under different colored banners and ideologies.

At her core, when Artesia was first summoned by Skyler, she found it ambitiously stupid and doomed to fail. She still did. Because it was.

But it was admirable, and their unwavering perseverance and carefully grown comradery had earned them her loyalty. She called out to finish their set of pushups, "ONE, TWO, THREE!"

"TWENTY!" Sergei's roar was louder than the rest, but it was followed with his traditional, hearty laugh. "These waves are weak! They break against us!"

"All due respect, you might break my back, sir!" called out the Italian woman, which made Kairi crack a smile from his own nearby position.

"My little sister warms up with this!" their Chinese second-in-command yelled out, and the unit finally nearly buckled… with laughter. Even Bazett chuckled as they took the brunt of another wave. Artesia kept her glare, but the smirk couldn't be stopped: She enjoyed their banter, but it was a taste she'd grown to enjoy long after they included her. It was a comradery she hadn't fully embraced in her past, but now had become a part of her life for years since her summoning.

…But that didn't mean they would get off easy. She had a reputation to uphold. "IF YOU'RE ALL LAUGHING, THEN WE HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY FOR ANOTHER SET!"

"Then quit yappin' and SEND IT!" Skyler's adamant cry made her glance to her master as motivated cheers roared from the others. Skyler stared back with a smirk, and she saw the fire in his eyes. She smirked back; This form of coffee always worked wonders to bring out his admirable side.

"THE PUSH UP! IN CADENCE!"

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Artesia allotted more than enough time to change into their Vigil fatigues before breakfast. Even if the robots cleaned and this was outside, standards of respect must be held. She adhered to it as much as the others, and Sergei demanded no less out of courtesy for their Chaldean hosts. Having changing rooms on the boardwalk certainly helped.

After quick and orderly showers, which gave Artesia enough time to fetch Cavall II, Sergei had rounded them up to remind them of their only obligation later this morning. Before he could even say dismissed, they'd raced off to the nearby outdoor cafeteria; As usual, Artesia beat them all to getting her breakfast. Wisely, no one ever got in her way.

Except Joan. But they were always butting heads.

They exchanged a small, mutual glare from their own separate tables. The saber would've said something more, but her mouth was currently full of delicious spongey breakfast. Most refused to call the crime against nature scrambled eggs, but that's what they were; The Vigil called it morning at the DFAC. Artesia was annoyed so many still thought with their taste buds instead of logic. This greasy food was clearly superior because of how many more calories converted into extra energy.

But she was used to ignoring uncomfortable glances from others watching her eat, especially her current tablemates. Medea was the worst offender since the witch in a pristine white chiton dress kept eyeing the saber's food like it was a plague. Vlad occasionally did too, as he seemed to take careful bites of his premium sliced fruit so not even a drip would fall onto his favorite, elegant black robe. Fortunately, they were more interested in the other's conversation anyway.

A plate was plopped onto the table beside her, but the food looked healthy so she ignored it. "I'm not late, am I? Gudako was taking forever choosing her omelet."

"I heard that, Gudork!" It was yelled from somewhere nearby; It was honestly impressive over all the happy conversations.

From beside Medea, Naomi glanced to Skyler at her left, then to Gudao who'd recently taken his seat between Artesia and his cousin. Like Gudao in a blue floral Hawaiian shirt, Naomi was actually dressed down for once. It was a simple jade chiton, but it was like a stun grenade after countless days of diligently wearing her uniform. Though Skyler's subtle glances were careful, she may have seen it as she quietly eyed the two.

Before Gudao could ask, Naomi smiled. "Sorry… You two are just very different. It's hard to pin you as cousins."

"Medea and Asterios are cousins," Gudao pointed out, and the caster cocked an eyebrow at him. He quickly smiled and raised his hands. "Ah, I didn't mean any ill will. I'm just pointing out a jolly minotaur and an elegant woman might not be someone's first guess as cousins, but that doesn't make your family any less endearing."

"So quick to diffuse anything…" Medea cracked a tiny smile and hummed. "It's true though. We wouldn't have thought you were cousins if you didn't say so."

"Oh, we're very much cousins alright. He just traded his Italian blood for Japanese," Skyler calmly pointed out as he speared a slice of bacon. Artesia quietly noted the usual satisfaction his eyes as he glanced at it, then to Medea. "…And the family's military tradition. But he's a mage… and a hero of the world… so I reckon he gets a pass, I guess."

Gudao smiled apologetically his way. "Sorry. It just didn't feel right to me... I didn't feel as gung-ho, and mom really wanted me to be a magus."

"Yeah, yeah. My sister and I would have been amazed if our generation's crybaby actually manned up and enlisted. Gabby always did prop you up." Artesia didn't even blink at the outright bluntness of his words, but the other Chaldeans did, if only for a moment. It was the first time Gudao and Skyler sat together to talk with Naomi's friends, and her master insisted she sit with them. So long as he kept the attention steered away from her, she was fine with it. She just wanted food.

So far so good. Skyler's smirk remained planted on his cousin, but Gudao only rolled his eyes with a sigh before they both chuckled. Her master waved it off to the others, "Just yanking his chain. It's been years since we got to squabble like that. We were always embarrassing each other every time my folks brought us to visit."

"So a sibling rivalry of sorts…" Vlad mused with a nod, then quietly waved someone over; It was probably Boudica, who had yet to join them.

Skyler and Gudao nodded in agreement, but Artesia's master spoke for them. "Kinda like that. Our family is as big on staying close as our military legacy."

Artesia nearly zoned out of the conversation for her food. She'd heard all this plenty of times. She actually believed she knew Skyler and Gudao's family as well as her foster father and brother at this point. A long line of American patriots that dated back even before the Revolutionary War. It was always interesting to hear, but not as delicious as her soggy eggs and oily bacon bits.

"Gudao, what did your father do in the army again?" Naomi asked as a loose-haired Boudica appeared from the crowds with a tan cardigan, jeans, and her breakfast plate.

"He was an Air Force JTAC, so he coordinated close air support attacks," he quickly exclaimed, and Vlad nodded in remembrance.

"Mm, yes. That's where your love of air tactics came from," Vlad commented as Boudica quietly took her seat beside the berserker to listen in. "Like father like son."

"I might've been more like him if I did enlist," Gudao pondered aloud, and Skyler was quick to stare.

"Having regrets? I'd say you got the better deal. Warrior of a different kind with a job many- no, everyone would kill for. Not often indecisiveness over what to do for a damn living pays off like this, you know?"

"I just can't help but feel the first singularities would've gone smoother if I had more experience and less hearsay," he countered calmly. "Better than I was, at least."

"Ah geeez… Don't go trotting down the mopey trail. It's still breakfast," Skyler sighed. "Considering you're a big ol' hero who helped save the world? I'd say it worked out fine. I know you and Gabby have that habit of dwelling, but that's gonna rip you apart if you let it."

"It almost did…" the Chaldean master replied quietly, and quickly drew a sympathetic frown from Boudica. There was a small, awkward silence as Skyler stared, making Artesia study her master. It was a blank stare, but she knew full well what was going through his head. He didn't have time to voice it though. Gudao offered an awkward chuckle and scratched the back of his head. "Right… Sorry, everyone. It's the first day of the festival, but here I am singing bad notes."

"Yea, well pain gets to everyone on some level. But you're still ticking. Remember that," Skyler reminded as he flicked the side of Gudao's head. He winced, but the operator already turned his smile to the others. "You've made a bunch of good friends and comrades, though. Thanks for getting him through hell. I thanked Medea already, but… Yea, thanks."

"He's great with words, as you can see," Artesia decided to jab between mouthfuls. The stink eye was well earned, but she merely stared back at him while chewing on her new bite of eggs. She considered making another quip, but Cavall began happily barking underneath the table. Confused, Artesia went to look, only to spy one of Chaldea's little monkey clamber onto the table, sit down, and eye their plates. The second it looked at hers, she glared. "Mine. Back off."

"Yea, that stuffs no good for you, buddy. You'll drown in all the oil," her master countered. He stared for a moment as the monkey wandered over to Boudica, who gladly offered it one of her bananas. It began fiddling with it to peel as she gently rubbed its back. "Boudica's food, huh? Chef's choice."

"More like picked from the biogardens," Boudica finally voiced in the offered window. "Good morning, everyone! Have a nice rest so you're all perky for the festival?"

"Two more cups will do it," Naomi voiced as she picked up her coffee as Skyler rose his mug. They shared an amused smile, clinked theirs together, and quickly downed them like thirsty camels. Vlad and Medea chuckled at the sight, but Artesia merely shook her head. After so long, Skyler finally found a fellow coffeeholic who stomachs an unhealthy amount of the black liquid.

She eyed Gudao carefully. "Does this run in the family too?"

"Sorta? Everyone who served likes it. I have one every now and then."

"He usually wakes up to Mashu," Boudica teased with a smile, but the master only chuckled and nodded. "How about you, Artesia? You're always so quiet. Do you do anything to wake you up?"

Artesia had to stop herself from scoffing. She was quiet because she wasn't interested in conversing with most of Chaldea. To be honest, she seriously didn't care to learn about any of them. She didn't see them as comrades. They were residents of another organization who had no direct impact on any of Vanguard's mission. They just happened to be kind enough to let them share their base with the Vigil, but her civility by necessity was where she drew the line.

Besides, that question was rhetorical. She was a servant, just like them. They didn't need sleep, so they can wake up and be battle ready as needed. All of this was just needless luxuries for a blade whose sole purpose was to serve her master. Couple that with her efficient and indifferent disposition, no, she didn't- "She likes waking up to junk food under the Christmas tree. But her face when she wakes up to a McRib next to her bunk? Priceless."

The outright betrayal could only make Artesia glare at Skyler with the fury of a thousand volcanoes. He only smirked her way and rested his head in his hands. Unfazed at her growing anger, he didn't even skip a beat as he pulled out his phone. "…I've got the video if y'all want a gander."

"I will actually kill you!" she snapped with infuriation that hid her embarrassment well; Not that she ever let it leak. His smug face only angered her further, if only because he was the only one who could take her threats like a castle. She wouldn't kill him, and he knew it. She'd grown to enjoy this lazy yet hardened master… but she still had counter tactics. "Or better yet, how about I share some of your drunken foolishness?"

It was Skyler's turn to hide his embarrassment out of shame. He tossed a quick glance to a curious and amused Naomi, but then glared back at his servant. "I've got more dirt on you and you know it."

Gudao smiled lightly between them, and glanced to both. "Sorry to step in, but it's breakfast, and-"

"You're not diffusing this one, Gudao!" "Stay out of this, fool!"

Their mutual response made Gudao's mouth drop open in shock. The knitting quartet laughed as the stunned master sat awkwardly between the feuding pair, but Vlad offered him an amused smirk. "It seems negotiations are not on the table. Fair try, Gudao."

A mere moment later, Artesia was squabbling with her master. It was the norm, honestly. They went from total respect for each other, to joking around, to bickering like rivals often and in circles. Yet, at the core of it all, her cold heart had let in her master, who'd been thrown into too many trying situations and come out swinging. She's gladly follow him to hell and back, command seals or not.

…But that didn't mean this asshole could just share that embarrassing McRib video!

Especially when he was supposed to be deflecting attention away from her!

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After breakfast, it was straight to the Ready Room. With hallways leading directly to their Barracks, Armory, and the Aerodrome, it was considered Vanguard's meeting place and hub. Da Vinci had said it was one of their stranger rooms Chaldea built, but to them, it was like an extension of home. Though the Chaldean aesthetic stuck, it was the Vigil who truly completed the construction, so to speak.

Rows of light-blue, plush airliner-style seats filled the large room, big enough to fit the entire platoon and attached squadron comfortably. Its walls were covered with accolades, medals, plaques, photos, flags, and banners of their achievements and origins. Front and center were a small desk and a large wall-mounted projector for their briefings. Most importantly, it was currently filled with every member of their detachment, and all the noise that came with it.

"I bet none of you will beat me at the basketball toss!" "Nah. What I would do with goldfish?" "Did you see the dress Medusa was wearing?" "Those three. Kill, Marry, Fuck. Who for what?"

There were too many conversations in a room with terribly acoustics; It was annoying, yet perfect. She'd come to like this sense of flies buzzing in her ears as she sat in the front row beside Skyler. He was busy arguing about peanuts with the Filipino next to him. She didn't care to listen in, but relished in the calm comfort as Cavall happily panted at her feet.

Back then, their first Ready Room in Area 51 was an annoyance that nearly made her execute everyone. The disunity was ridiculous. It was often unnervingly quiet between the constant arguments. She thought it was the end of the Vigil in 2014, but a few untold battles later, they came together, just like the other units. They had their former platoon leader's death to thank for that.

Even now, Vanguard was far from pristine. They were like a typical military unit, and she'd come to accept all their faults under their bright spots. They were often back talking. Many were vulgar. Sometimes there was too much rough housing and stupid shit she'd smoke them for. Some would whine about the bureaucratic messes. Many wouldn't shut up about trivial issues while others yammered on about pride in their country and units.

But they'd all had a common goal that made them serve again and slowly unite under a new banner: Belief in the Vigil's mission that beat a salted outlook.

"Alright! Settle down, comrades!" Sergei's booming voice quickly silenced the room, but no one stood for attention. Though the cream of the crop, Vanguard's formalities had become ignored when out of the public's eye. It was needless hassle, but it was a comfort that only came after becoming so tightly knit. "I know you are all eager for break, but duties are duties."

He stood before his desk, crossed his arms, and quickly did a head check with a sweep of his eyes. He smiled, "Very good! No one snuck away from last briefing! Now, we make this quick. As you know, the rule of battle buddies will be removed. You will be free to wander Chaldea alone, but Liu and I still suggest everyone keep battle buddy near for security reasons. We are trusted now, but I do not trust many of Clock Tower team."

For fair reason too. The Mage's Association, with all its turmoil and fractured state, did not agree to an alliance with the Vigil like Chaldea and the Holy Church did. There's only the United Nations nonaggression pact as their word, but hidden spats with the Church showed it only prevented outright warfare. Though that suck-up Vernier seemed harmless and Touko was merely using a team slot as an excuse, Artesia wasn't about to give the benefit of the doubt to the others.

"So for safety reasons, at least keep within eyesight of a Chaldean at all times. Better if it's a servant," their Chinese officer called out from the back. "We're representing the Vigil here. We keep it peaceful. We keep it respectful. We keep on their good side and not give them trouble."

"That's more true because of our limited leave! Warhammer will be on standby and we are in reserve. I've gotten word we will have true leave in November so you may all visit families," Sergei declared again as the murmurs began. Everyone was already starting to get a bit eager. Obviously that means they can enjoy the one-of-a-kind festival hosted by Chaldea heroes. They were excited, but she was only mildly curious.

Sergei raised his hand to silence the unit. "There's two more things to note before I dismiss. First, the experimental weapons Big Brain wants field tested will be arriving in November. Mobius will get that new missile, and third squad will be getting those plasma cannons Sentinel got to enjoy."

"About damn time! Those power rangers lose another exclusive!" Their squad leader's cry from nearby roused a chorus of chuckles, even from Artesia. The rivalry between the servant platoons was well-known, but everyone in the Vigil loved to hate on Sentinel Platoon. As their caster's bodyguard unit, they were the first to get access to all the fancy experimental weapons, leading them to be mocked as the toy soldiers or power rangers. She'd still give them begrudging respect as one of the Vigil's hardened elites, but she knew Vanguard was much better.

No bias or anything. Certainly not.

She glanced back and cleared her throat. "Do not let it get to your heads. We'll be running familiarization drills around the clock when leave ends. I don't want any field accidents."

"Hoo!" The confirmation from the sea of black multicam was a gruff, strong grunt. They couldn't manage much better back then, but it stuck.

"Last thing before you run off like monkeys!" Sergei earned another wave of chuckles. He then turned a calm gaze to the side of the room. "Ali. We've gotten word back from the Commander and Big Brain. Once you have your surgery, you're free to do as you wish again. Leave. Stay. Continue your studies. Find something else… Go home. Whatever you decide, you've done much for Vanguard and we appreciate it."

To the side of the room, Omar stood from his seat. The Afghani woman beside him gently reached out with her hand to steady him, but he'd grown less shaky in his actions since they arrived in Chaldea. He still wavered like a stick, but he wasn't just sulking anymore. Artesia approved, even if she still didn't think she belonged with them. He was just an orphan they picked up on a covert Syrian mission that went sideways.

"…I see, sir. Am I allowed to take the time to decide?"

"All you need. You've assisted us more than you should have. I just wished for all of Vanguard to know, because you've become one of us, and, like all of us, you will be free to enjoy Autumn Festival with everyone. Even that Chaldean beauty who been helping you more and more! Yes?"

As soon as the first cat calls and whistles flew through the air, a flushed Omar dove back into his seat to a roar of good-natured laughter. The Afghani soldier gently rubbed his shoulder, gave him a warm smile, and whispered something to him. It was probably encouraging. More encouraging than what Artesia would have said, for sure.

Without even trying to calm everyone down, Sergei simply used the mood to end on good notes. "Don't forget about big surprise later! Dismissed! I race you to club bar, now!"

As if rank meant nothing, Sergei and some others were already barreled and elbowed each other towards one of the doors. Their hyena-like laughter echoed in the room as the calmer individuals began lining out by the other exits. As Cavall raced to random people with excitement, Artesia sighed and stood up to reel in her adopted, happy-go-lucky pup. Skyler stood soon after and elbowed her. "I'm going to join Kairi and the recons. Gonna see if we can't find out about this secret first event before it pops. Care to tag along for fire support?"

"You'll live. I need to take Cavall for a walk after I grab him."

He nodded, then quickly speed-walked towards the Canadian that waved his way. Quietly, she glanced around the emptying room for her puppy, then quickly snapped its way when it let out a cheerful bark. She followed it to the last three to usually leave the room. While the Finnish and Afgani women chuckled, Omar slowly bent down to try and pet her dog… who was now behind him. Cavall barked again, rubbed against the young man's leg, and moved towards his hand for free pets; Where she loathed attention, her dog loved it.

With a small huff, Artesia strolled over, then stopped by the trio as the others filed out. She watched as her puppy made content pants as Omar rubbed his head. "Cavall II's come to like you."

He didn't flinch at her presence, but gave a tiny, nervous smile. He was always wary around her, but she had that initial affect on everyone. "He's a good, fluffy dog."

There was a moment of pause as Artesia watched, but before the two other smiling soldiers could start up a conversation, she fired her blunt words. "It's best you left."

The gazes of the others snapped to her, but she didn't care. She wasn't one to mince words when it came to her comrades. She remembered long ago what walking the line could bring, and she was angry no one, save for Tristan, had said anything back then. So when one of her comrades was conflicted, she'd offer the sharp words many would often curve or delay. As the two battle buddies flourished with skepticism, the Finnish woman quickly fired back. "Artesia! He's been with us for so long!"

"And we were never the best fit for him," she returned adamantly, then gazed back to the now nervous young Syrian. "I mean it. It killed your parents. Brothers. Friends. It nearly got you too. You told us you hate war for what it brings, yet you're helping a military organization by repairing their weapons of war."

He may have flinched, but she respected the fact he was quick to voice his opinion. "I wanted to repay my life's debt, and I believe in the UN's goal."

"But you didn't need to stay after we saved you. Pritchard told you. We found your aunt and uncle taking refuge in France. We could have returned you, but you insisted you stayed. Was it because Caster was being overbearing? Was he fluffing you with words you wanted to hear?"

"Saber, you're going too far!" the Afghani woman cried out, but she begged to differ.

"No. The truth needs to be said. Something many of you have discussed when he wasn't listening." Her eyes narrowed, and though Omar couldn't see it, he visibly braced himself. "You don't belong with Vanguard, Ali. You're too smart. You're too young and bright and Caster had no right to try and drop the weight of responsibility on your shoulders. Like the Captain said, you're free to choose what you want. If Caster really wasn't forcing you to study under him, and that's what you wish, so be it. If you want to leave Vanguard, good. You have too much potential that we'll only prevent you from reaching."

Artesia drilled a hole through him. He was gifted with mathematics, and was far more suited using his mechanical know-how to become an inventor rather than continuing to help Vanguard with repair work and modifications. He wrapped his head around concepts so easily, which was a talent ancient rulers would pay high prices for to get an edge. That's why she knew he belonged: He was a scholar who disliked what war brought, yet he still stayed to help longer than he should have.

Honestly, it could be because their Edison demanded a bunch of talented brainiacs to mentor so they could be revealed as the 'true geniuses' behind Vigil technology. She always assumed that. Omar had the smarts for it, certainly. But she knew people when she saw them. Omar may have passion, but he was a poppy trying to grow in a field of thorn bushes.

The other three were too stunned with opened mouths to respond, but she wasn't through anyway. "We're warriors, or have you somehow forgotten? You've lived through one of the nightmares we call Tuesday, and you understand you don't want another taste. But we return. You're not innocent, and you're not naïve. You may be part of Vanguard, but you don't truly belong, nor do you need to be part of something to believe in it. Dwell on that."

She quietly took Cavall's leash, making the puppy turn to her curiously; Her dog was certainly naive and ignorant. Omar wasn't. Yet she suspected he was blinded well before or lying to himself. With her piece said, and a small exhale, she glanced his way one last time. "You have our thanks for all you've done, but for your own sake, it's time you left."

With quiet gentleness, she led Cavall towards one of the exits as the room fell with tense silence. Artesia didn't care. If anything, she believed she was far too soft on a fool, but she'd come to appreciate him just like the others in the unit. They were one, and that brought an unfortunate hesitation over the years her newly-summoned self would scoff at like salads. Try as she might, she can't lie to herself she'd become a bit too soft when it came to these people.

"But where would I go?" She hadn't expected his response. She paused in the doorway, then turned to the blind engineer. "Syria is in… I don't speak French either."

She narrowed her eyes. A scholar needed a place that brought adversity, questions, and inspiration. Somewhere that could offer him the same direct tutelage from a genius inventor, and better, if he desired. An accepting place that was looking to relight the fire of hope in humanity that often waves and sizzles into the darkness… A home she secretly found impressive, even if the atmosphere was much too blissful for her liking.

Artesia rolled her eyes and scoffed. "You fool. You should already know the answer to that question."

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Every day, the resort was the same sunny weather with little cloud variation. It was a picturesque paradise, so of course it was going to be like that. But she hadn't expected them to actually have different weather patterns; Or she never noticed. Today, as she let Cavall II whined and led her down the boardwalk, it actually snagged her attention for a second… which was a second longer than it ever did.

The air was still warm, the waves were a gentle hum, and the seagulls were making their usual racket she couldn't stand. But the thick layer of puffy clouds blotted out the sky, and made the resort dimmer. Yet the pillars of light that speared the clouds was like a new breath of air… if she cared for it. It only brought back a fleeting memory, where sunbeams occasionally appeared through the cloudy British weather as she looked out from her castle balcony.

Her eyes glanced past George taking photos by the waterline, to many Japanese servants playing volleyball, then landed on a spot where New Camelot was enjoying a beach day. Many were sunbathing in cloudy weather… ridiculous. A few seemed to be playing some sort of game on a central blanket. Among the hunched over pile, Bedivere had glanced her way and waved, but she only returned a tiny nod.

Even with her cold shoulder, they were still nice to her after their first encounter. She always saw them doing things together, and deep down, she had to hand it to her counterpart. The taller king accomplished what they were always capable of: Unification. Arturia just managed to do it a different way then her. Sometimes she wondered what they were like now, but she wasn't about to get involved when she was secretly satisfied with what she saw.

Many in Chaldea had approached her. Some had often invited her for a talk or a seat. Nearly all were dismissed, and she aimed to keep it at the bare necessities. No number of invitations could pique her curiosity. She just didn't care about Chaldea, because she had no reason to. They were allies, and all that mattered was keeping civil ground. No more, no less. After another nudge of the leash, her gaze shifted back to her puppy who was dragging her every which way.

Cavall whined for the tenth time that minute as it played tug of war with her leash. She rolled her eyes, "Will you behave if I let you off your leash?"

He turned to her, barked happily, bounced like a grasshopper, and wagged its tale like a victorious flag. His eyes shined at her, and as cold and stalwart as she always held herself to be… that look always melted into her. It was no wonder her counterpart saved this puppy in Shinjuku. It just had this damn sway over her she couldn't wipe away. After another expecting bark, Artesia relented. "…Fine. Come here."

Cavall waggled its tail as she bent down and carefully undid the latch on his leather collar. The second the metal click took to the air, Cavall happily barked and bolted towards the nearby flower gardens. Artesia stared in stunned silence for a split second before she growled incredulously. "You dumb dog! What did I just…!? Arrrgh!"

A moment later, she was running after her puppy. Cavall bolted down the garden paths, stopped next to Asterios, Chiron, and Frankenstein, and barked happily. The trio turned to him, but he was already running off again. Artesia's eyes widened in disbelief as her puppy made a beeline words the forest. "Cavall! No! Get back here this instant!"

She was quickly considering using her true servant strength the second Cavall's intention became clear, energy saving be damned; Chaldea did trade silver apples to the Vigil. The white blur vanished into the bushes by the cape path. He'd be in Lobo's territory soon, and she wasn't going to allow that for an instant. "Cavall! You're not getting your doggy treats if you don't get back here!"

To her growing concern, the puppy didn't answer. The first prana exploded from her legs, and she rocketed forward. It caught the attention of some beachgoers, but she'd already skillfully weaved her way into the trees. Even with the wind rushing past, she could hear his barks, but felt the terrible presence it approached. He'd followed his curiosity much further this time, and she cursed herself for actually being lenient. Perhaps she had mellowed out too much after all.

As she cleared past a set of trees into one of the small clearings, her combat boots skidded across the grass. She stared to the other end, where her puppy was happily barking and wagging its tail. The little white blur shimmered in the light of a bright sunbeam among lush grass. Its fur was rivalled only by the coarse yet fiery blue waves of the much larger wolf.

Resting in the center of the sunbeam, the powerful Lobo had its head perched atop its front paws. It stared directly at the puppy bouncing around its face, and its golden orbs followed its erratic movement. Artesia had materialized her blade in preparation, but the avenger paid her no heed. It didn't even snarl, roar, or raise its hair at an instinctual threat. It only eyed Cavall curiously like it was in a trance.

Artesia studied it cautiously while keeping her muscles tensed for a prana burst. This was the first time she actually saw the beast in Chaldea, but she'd heard enough stories. It was territorial, and appeared to have been forcefully summoned. Her cold, calculating mind had already determined it was merely a cornered beast among its hated enemy, and that was a dangerous security risk Chaldea shouldn't even be entertaining.

Chaldea was too lenient for its own good… She would know. Artesia narrowed her eyes and called out. "Cavall. Come to me. Now."

Her puppy glanced to her, but his ears fell limp and he whined. Lobo finally glanced from the puppy to Artesia, and she felt the sudden, overwhelming aura of hatred slam on top of her like a downpour. In an instant, the beast's eyes flashed with recognition. Its hair stood up on end as it rose to its full, imposing stature. Its glare pierced her, but she didn't even flinch as its voice snarled in her mind. "…You…"

"I'm not a Chaldean, beast. Make one wrong move, and you invite your execution," Artesia growled back easily and calmly. She didn't need to yell or roar back. Her smaller stature with a hardened confidence would scream louder. "I've crushed more difficult beasts. You're a speed bump."

If her threat worked or not, she couldn't tell. The beast turned to face her fully. She'd seen this many times. It bore its fangs as it sized her up, but she held firm. Yet he wasn't a regular wolf, but a king among them. Even against someone more powerful, avenger or not, it didn't waver at her threat and prowess. She could give at least a little respect to it for that, but he would be easy to destroy.

"Last warning." She calmly presented Excalibur before her. She'd taken this stance many times before opponents. Countless fell before her blade, and many more mercilessly fell since her summoning. It may cause the Vigil some trouble, but if this act rid Chaldea of an obvious nuisance, then the ends justified the means. They had enough servants anyway that they wouldn't miss an uncooperative beast. It was just its misfortune Cavall decided to…

Lobo's angry gaze had shifted to her puppy, and she felt the tiniest pang of fear shoot through her heart. She gazed quickly… but the two opponents quietly fell into mutual incredulous stares. Despite the aura and promise of conflict… uncaring of the obvious stand off, Cavall was just happily jumping around. It bounced in the grass between them as it waggled its tail, then tilted its head curiously as it gazed between them. Her puppy barked playfully.

Finally, it turned to Lobo and barked curiously, making Artesia deadpan. "Cavall! What is wrong with you!? Get behind me this instant!"

She stiffened as Lobo also growled something, but she noticed its aura had lightened; It was still smothering like a blanket. The beast merely gazed to the barking and bouncing puppy. It then paused to stare back at her as Artesia cautiously approached her puppy with blade at the ready, then quickly took him by the collar. The puppy whined sadly and looked up at her. "…You're in a lot of trouble, mister."

It whined again, but her focus shifted when she heard a gruff growl from the avenger. She turned to it quickly, but noticed it was turning around. As she stared, it glared back towards her with a small snarl, then dashed off further into the tropical forest with angry, pounding footsteps. Its message was clear, but she wasn't going to follow the worthless beast anyhow. She got what she needed.

After a moment of quietly staring after the beast, she sighed, shook her head, and pulled the leash out of her pocket. Her glare lightened as she stared into the apologetic eyes of her puppy; He was certainly smarter than he looked… half the time. She sighed, "First crapping in my room, then terrorizing the Sphinx kittens, now this… You're a handful, you know that?"

She was just glad her puppy survived this encounter, but she didn't pay any further heed to Lobo's peculiar behavior.

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Cavall's head hung a little lower as they marched back to the Port District. Artesia didn't need that little heart attack for the day, so the best cure was to put her puppy on time out in her room. He'd had his walk. He needed his punishment now… which was probably going to be ruined when she succumbed to his hopeful barks for treats when he took him to the festival.

Her dog quietly eyed a passing robot as it carried some boxes, but she gently yanked the leash to keep him walking. She was the leader now. Reminded, the puppy whined quietly and followed obediently. He eyed King Hassan as they passed, but the powerful assassin looked like a statue in front of the upgraded vault. After a dozen more paces, the puppy's ears perked up as they passed the Summoning Chamber.

Artesia quickly turned back when it heard him whimper, and felt the tug of resistance. She turned back to the puppy she accidentally yanked, stared at the door, then eyed him again. "What is it? They're probably summoning."

With a wagging tail, he quietly barked and stared at the door. She eyed it quietly, but her gaze narrowed. "No. We're going straight to the room."

After another bark, Artesia turned to fully face her ever curious puppy. She then stared again at the door and placed her arms akimbo. She'd never actually seen it in use. The last time she'd been there was on Vanguard's introduction tour, but like most of this strange facility, she dismissed it. The small vibrations in the floor and the sound leaking through declared it was active… and she was here already. Maybe just a small peek was in order to see what it looked like.

"Fine. But only for a minute." Her puppy bounced up and down happily as she walked to the doors. After waving her pass card over a reader, the doors unlocked and slid open. After strolling into the dim room, the first thing she noticed was Gabrielle sulking away from the machine. In her hands was a bowl of tofu that made Artesia's eyebrow raise quickly. After Cavall barked, all eyes had turned to her.

"Oh, hi Artesia!" a brighter Gabrielle called out, but stopped suddenly as she nearly spilled some of the bowl's contents onto her master uniform. She sighed in relief, handed it to a giggling Anishka, then turned to greet the approaching saber. "Come to see a summoning?"

"Cavall was curious," she deflected as the puppy happily barked. She took a moment to scan the room. Da Vinci was by the console, but Tesla was off placing the last saint quartz on a pedestal. Anishka was setting the newly arrived bowl beside another. Her gaze chose to remain there.

"Awww! You come to see a light show, little guy? Did you?" Gabrielle cooed as she bent down to the puppy. The white dog quickly dove into her arms and licked her happily. "Who's a good pup! You're a good pup!"

"So you summon food here too?" Artesia calmly ignored what was happening as she stared at two bowls of spicy tofu beside the counter. Da Vinci crossed her arms over her blue shirt dress and stared at her. Tesla stared too, and if it wasn't for his small smirk, he might have looked like a scrutinizing government official in his gray suit. Instead, he just irritated her because she knew exactly what both were thinking. She scowled, "Don't get any ideas."

"We only get weird foods like that mapo tofu," Gabrielle explained as Tesla came back. "They're the dumbest mystic codes. I don't even understand why they count!"

"Clearly the throne has a sense of humor," Artesia remarked dryly as Gabrielle stepped back to the platform. Cavall tugged at his leash, and she quickly relented to let the puppy follow Gabrielle. He stopped briefly to receive some warm pets from Anishka, who'd also shown him much affection in Shinjuku. Artesia only stared quietly between them.

The Chaldean masters were strange. They were mages, yet their mentalities were terribly off among other things. Gabrielle was too gullible and impulsive. Anishka was a doormat. Gudao was far too diplomatic and cautious. Yet, form what she'd seen, they were brave, and the Chaldean servants clearly trusted them. It was definitely no strict hierarchical order she preferred, but if it worked for Chaldea, then what did she care? They weren't her masters.

She watched as Gabrielle threw the biometric lever again while eagerly rubbing her hands. Tesla only laughed. "Going for three in a row?"

"That's not funny!" she snapped back, but Tesla and Da Vinci happily laughed. The two masters then shared a hopeful, yet exasperated, look; It was clear today wasn't their day.

…at least until the newly formed energy spheres turned a rainbow color. Artesia hummed with a firm stare, "That's a good sign?"

Gabrielle and Anishka's cheers were her answer. She watched the orbs spin violently and howl like a whirlwind. Her spooked puppy hid behind her and peered out with a whimper, but she merely scoffed; He wanted to see this. Moments later, the rings of light reached their crescendo and slammed into the center. The flash was bright enough to make her wince. Bright lights were annoying.

Thankfully it didn't last long. A new presence had firmly rooted itself among the waning light, and she quickly gauged the aura. The aura was strange, for sure. It felt like being before a keen academic, yet there was this unnerving instinct that advised caution… an enigmatic air one can't help but double check. As the silhouette formed at the center, it was obvious why.

Even if it was her counterpart who dealt with him, she'd seen him enough in the theater's projected screen. Well-combed gray hair and a moustache grew distinct in better lighting. Calculating eyes, framed within scholarly spectacles, became visible. An old-time pin-striped suit with an eyesore of a magenta cravat. Then there was that obnoxious cape, a golden cane, and regal dress accessories that screamed of a higher social class. Most of all, that annoying and domineering smirk that was aimed their way.

Her mind was set in an instant. 'Yup. I already hate him too.'

With silent disdain, she stared as Moriarty placed his cane against the ground and chuckled. "What fortune… You drew a great hand, Chaldea. Or is it a terrible one that spins a web you're already caught in…? I don't believe I need to introduce myself to yo-"

"POPS!" Gabrielle had flown across the room to practically tackle the old archer. He stumbled backward briefly and eyed the master incredulously. Artesia stared deadpan. Though Tesla glared cautiously, Anishka and Da Vinci giggled as Gabrielle tightened her hug and rubbed her head into her chest. "You came early! I thought we'd be waiting months for you! Not weeks!"

Artesia stared at the archer, whose expression went from surprise back to his signature, dastardly smirk. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder and shook his head. "…Honestly, Gabby. I can't even make a true monologue without you ruining it?"

Gabrielle only giggled, stared up at him with a bright smile, and cheered. "Welcome to Chaldea. Pops!"

Moriarty paused. He stared again in disbelief, shook his head, then chuckled warmly with an equally calm smile. "Right… Unreasonable to deal with… I did miss that. I suppose you'll give an old man a tour of his new retirement home?"

As she nodded, he looked up, noticed Anishka, but then stared right at Artesia. Before he could talk, Cavall had peered around her legs to growl and bark dismissively at Moriarty. He blinked, "…Is that the same white dog?"

"It is. But I'm not that Alter," she replied flatly and just as dismissively. Moriarty blinked, but she wasn't about to linger longer. She'd seen a summoning, and so did her puppy: Their task was met. "If you know what's best for you, don't bother me. Otherwise I don't care what you do unless it involves my unit."

Without even waiting for his reply, she gently led her dog towards the door. Anishka and Tesla stared after her, but Moriarty quietly brought a hand to his chin to muse. "…So she's the Arturia Alter of the Vigil. You'll have to tell me more about them now that I'm here."

Since it was just loud enough to hear, her instincts already flared in warning. She had a point to drive home. As the door opened before her, she stopped and glared back to the archer. "I'm not a Chaldean servant. You try anything on my comrades, I'm cutting you down. This is your only warning, fool."

The doors shut behind her, but her mood had dropped. She didn't like him. He was a top tier genius schemer who could bring ruin to nearly anything. She'd have to raise her guard around her comrades and tell them to be watchful; Regardless of what she'd seen in the Roman Theater, this was James Moriarty, the Napoleon of Crime. It was impossible that he wouldn't try something terribly foul. It was impossible that devious professor could have even a shred of light in his heart.

It didn't even register in her mind that someone as dark and corrupted as her had her own soft spots, against all logic.

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For most of the day, Artesia had shut herself in her room. She'd seen the many stalls going up near the Marina, but none had caught her fancy. Just a bunch of games and carnival activities she wanted no part of. It would be good R&R for the rest of the unit, but she'd preferred to do routine security sweeps and accountability checks.

But a growling stomach was always the signal to venture forth.

It was supposed to be routine. Arrive a little early to see what the festival looked like in full swing, grab some junk food, and then make a beeline to the safety of her Barracks' quarters. Of course, what plan ever survived first contact? Not even half way to the Resort, Cavall II had barked happily at a familiar face.

A quiet walk now ruined by surprise company. Artesia narrowed her eyes and huffed. "Stop petting him. You're slowing our pace down."

"I can walk and pet him just fine!" Joan scowled at her as she straightened her height. "What? The tyrant is too incompetent to multitask?"

Artesia didn't answer. She was more preoccupied making another glance at Joan's new clothes. Her ebony dress was dangerously short, and the coupling navy-colored coat with black frills could only cover so much exposed leg as it swept down her back. As she gazed at her leather boots, Joan scowled. "Hey! Don't just ignore my jab! And quit staring!"

"Stop staring?" Artesia scoffed as she smirked lightly at the avenger. "With impractical clothes like this, you're obviously begging for it. So you liked that trashy streetwalker look your counterpart wore in Shinjuku, did you?"

"It's not trashy! It's flattering but impressive!" the altered saint snapped back as they turned down a new corridor. She fumed. "Unlike that tomboy goth getup that other you had!"

"It was nice. Simple, low maintenance, and decent to look at. A practical getup even an inexperienced farmgirl would be able to understand. I guess not," she replied calmly as she brushed yet another insult off easily.

Artesia only smirked as Joan, as always, took such a simple strike full force. "One of these days, I swear, I'll burn you to ashes!"

"Right, right…" To Joan's further infuriation, Artesia gazed out the first window among the giant windowed hallway. After a moment, Joan had started to pet the happily barking puppy to vent some of her frustration. Silence had fallen, and their mutual auras molded a chilling cloud of darkness and discord around them. However, despite their previous exchange, there was no tension. At all.

As they strolled past Chaldea's pair of scenic elevators, Artesia glanced back to her companion, who was too busy petting their dog. They bumped into her by accident, and wasted a few minutes. Despite her irritation, Artesia could have gotten worse company from the Chaldeans. At least she secretly approved of this one, just like her other friends.

Unlike most of Chaldea, Jeanne d'Arc Alter was very, very interesting. The Vigil saber wouldn't voice it, but she actually enjoyed her company. She could be irritating. Very frustrating to deal with… Childish in her antics and placed an air of superiority that was propped up like a cardboard standee.

Nevertheless, Joan was funny because of how terrible she was at being honest, and how obvious it was to everyone else. She also dared to wade into her discomfort zone… To fight against the very anger and overwhelming hatred that embodied her core. All so she could keep watering her bloomed acceptance in Chaldea that someone of her disposition should never have. For that, there was a silent respect for her fellow alter who was clearly challenging herself on a daily basis.

Without any doubt, Joan likely felt the same for her, but with different reasons… though she'd only admit it if Artesia yielded first.

…Which meant neither of them would ever admit it. Joan glanced over, then scowled upon seeing Artesia staring. "What now?"

"…Nothing. Just wondering if I should ask those witches for my own Shinjuku clothes."

"It'd beat wearing that uniform around everywhere like some unwashed zombie peasant. I thought you were a king?"

That stab actually pierced a bit, because she liked this uniform. It was her symbolic link to the unit that accepted her for her harsh cruelty. She narrowed her eyes… but then gazed away again. Joan gawked, then fumed. "Hey! Retort or something! I thought I had you that time!"

"Right, right." Artesia smirked lightly as Joan fumed again, and Cavall barked happily between them. That was another one of her favorite parts about Joan: She was too easy to pick on, and came with incredible reactions. It even made eating among Chaldeans more bearable. Artesia could bully her forever if it came down to it.

But everything with moderation, as their second-in-command liked to say. They were offered a small pause as they passed the library doors. A bit further ahead, Sergei's booming laughter signaled his presence, but he was not the one to appear. Instead, an unknown servant scuttled out of the salon's grand Dining Hall doors which nearly made her pause.

'This must be the one that arrived yesterday.' Artesia mused. As a new sight, the pale woman had a slither of her interest. Her royal outfit was like pure, elegant snow. Golden and silver jewelry painted her as higher class. The simple golden headband almost made the young woman appear childlike when coupled with the nostalgic, warm glint in her ice-blue eyes; They matched her flowing, warm cape that acted as a carpet for her long snowy hair.

The woman giggled lightly, and smiled as she gazed out the window into the calm snowfall. She could've been a snow angel brought to life, and her growing presence felt like marching up the icy steps to a palace. All Chaldean Servant had their own little twist on their presence, but none was so profound that it embodied a beautiful winter itself. It would have been mesmerizing to anyone standing near her…

…but as with most things Chaldean, Artesia quickly lost interest. Joan didn't. "Hmm. It's that new girl… I forget her name."

"With that small brain of yours? Of course you would." Artesia stared towards Joan as, yet again, the rug was pulled from under her.

"Anastasia?" And so their answer came as the Furniture Department's supervisor strolled out of the nearby double doors. Delaqua looked different in a loose white sweater and baggy track pants, but there was no mistaking that fiery hair of hers. Sergei soon followed after the other Russian, but chuckled and waved towards them.

Artesia returned the wave, but eyed his change of clothes. When he could, Sergei donned one of his favorite custom-made Adidas track suits; He chose red today. She was about to ask when Anastasia quickly glanced to her companions, then the alters. Artesia noticed the strange blonde doll in her arms, and noted it only made her look far, far more innocent and naïve. Not exactly the type she'd put her trust in on any battlefield.

"Artesia! Come meet the Grand Duchess!" Sergei beckoned over, and though much of her didn't want to, she had little choice; The big guy was huge on comrades and friends. At least this reveal sated the last of her fading curiosity involving this woman's identity. Anastasia Romanova, one of the last Czars of Imperial Russia, who'd just snuck a quaint happy glance at Cavall. "Anastasia, this is Artesia Pendragon. The Saber-class that assists us in battle."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she smiled gently and curtsied perfectly. Artesia fell further unimpressed. She sounded way too quiet and innocent, typical of a royal shut in who didn't know the cruelties of war. It seemed her traumatic execution didn't even instill some grit in her; Oh well. "Sergei and Skyler told me a lot about you. I thought we would meet last night, but you were on watch? I hope it wasn't tedious."

"Voluntary. Someone has to keep tabs on the equipment," she replied calmly. In all honesty, sometimes she skipped dinner because she'd rather just munch on her junk food uninterrupted by monotonous conversation. Accountability checks always made for a good excuse though. "Have you been to the festival yet?"

"Only a quick stroll. I wanted to get to know my fellow Russians," she offered, then turned a warm smile to her companions. She snuck yet another glance at her puppy. If she wanted to say something about Cavall, she didn't. "We've been talking and watching the snow in the salon."

"But now it's time to enjoy festival together! Dinner is coming and then there's surprise later!" Sergei chuckled heartily, which made Anastasia and Delaqua giggle. Artesia quietly observed Sergei, and the two others he was clearly bonding with. Good for him. The big guy always needed some company outside their unit. "I see you're going with a friend too?"

At once, Artesia and Joan glanced to each other with a mutual scowl, then turned back at him and spoke in unison. "No way."

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A loose, smiley faced balloon rose into the warm air of the resort. Before it could escape its fate, Ishtar had rocketed into the sky on her glistening boat. She dove back towards the ground where the claps of a cheers of a happy baby were drowned among the many vibrant voices. They were matched by a fleet of colorful stands and awnings in unique designs that lined the boardwalk between Club Cove and the Marina.

Artesia knew it would be a bit of a chore getting around the festival without someone greeting her or her puppy… but it was worse than she expected.

"Bye, bye, Cavall!" Her dog barked as the large gaggle of children disappeared among the crowds and stands. Chaldea's child servants was just the latest of the road blocks. No doubt, there would be more.

As anticipated, though the boardwalk was wide and spacious, it was still chaos. Gleeful, happy, organized chaos. It reminded her of the many festivals Camelot held in the past. Each one was wonderful for her people's spirits, and she'd enjoyed them too… but that was then, and this is now. Right now, she just wanted to locate the tastiest, oiliest junk food. 'How is there no funnel cake splattered in powdered sugar? It's got to be here somewhere…'

Some stands were closed at the moment. Apparently there was a rotation so every day felt fresh and unique. As she passed the Oda clan's toy archery stand then the Egyptian's antiques stall, she kept her eyes peeled for desirable food. As Jaguarman dragged El-Melloi past her, she noticed the casually dressed Iskandar speed walk past, wave her way, and shove more fries into his mouth. If all else failed, those fries looked very oily.

"Hi, Artesia!" "Yo, Artesia!" "Hey, look who wandered out of the barracks!" "Hi Artesia! Oh, hi, Cavall~!"

"Mmm." Coupled with a nod, that was her default response. It was sufficient and quick. She was on a food mission, and she didn't wish to mingle or anything ridiculous. She tossed a fleeting glance to a basketball stand Beowulf was running, where Arash and Tota were competing to be the first to a hundred. Glancing to the passing stalls on her left, she saw a photo booth where Anishka, newly changed into a sapphire sun dress, quietly waited outside with some others.

"Shri Rama? Shri Sita? …Um… It's been ten minutes?" Why did that master look so nervous? As they passed by the stall, Bazzett stared while Gabrielle giggled with two pumpkin spice lattes in hand; They looked too refined for Artesia's taste. It did make her suddenly crave a sloppy milkshake from Burger King though.

After a bit more walking, several more greeting, and a small pause to stare at a small ferris wheel they'd somehow set up since this morning, Artesia had finally found it. Her holy grail smelled so delicious! Some robots were running a carnival food stall with fries, burgers, churros, cotton candy, and countless other treats. But most precious of all was that treat she hadn't had in several months: Fluffy, oily, sugar-drowned funnel cake!

"I need to find me a girl that takes a gander at me like you do junk food." Cavall barked happily as Artesia glanced over to her approaching master. He waved to her, and she quickly eyed the civilian clothes she knew he'd pick. A red flannel shirt tucked into his worn jeans. Work boots with a giant brass belt buckle of Texas. All it was missing was that well-worn white Stetson he treasured.

Still. A stereotypical American rancher. She expected no better of her master. "You keep playing those hands of yours, you're about to get one."

"…You mean if I give you enough junk food I can take you to the rodeo?" She deadpanned, and Skyler held his fake, shocked expression. A moment later, they chuckled together as he pet her happy puppy. Artesia would never consider him, just like he wasn't interested. They'd grown a professional and almost sibling-like bond, but that's all it amounted to.

"You may take Naomi to the rodeo instead. She seems interested," Artesia noted quietly, making Skyler glance around instinctively as they walked towards the food stall's line. "Don't tell me you're getting second guessing if you'll be fine."

"I don't know," he mouthed quietly, and she saw the confliction in his eyes. She rolled her own in response. But she wasn't about to get into a personal conversation about his own hesitations and doubts. Not at a carnival with so many ears. And not with fatty, energy-filled foods calling to her.

So she changed the topic quickly. "So are you wandering about alone?"

"Nah. Was trying to decide on food. Billy and Geronimo are trying the Italian stall."

Artesia actually chuckled. "You've had enough of that for a lifetime."

"Well yea. There's no saying no to an Italian mom," he grinned back, but then knelt down to offer Cavall more tribute pets. He glanced around as he did. "What about you? Don't tell me you're just grabbing dinner and running. There's supposed to be that fun surprise at nineteen hundred."

"And I'll stay to see, but nothing more." Skyler rolled his eyes at that. She wasn't too sure why he was suggesting so hard for her to get along with the others. It was annoying, and would spoil her mood for a long-lost treat. "Don't give me that. You know my stance."

"Yea, geez… Head as hard as a rock. Took forever for us just to get you to talk freely around us," Skyler mused as Cavall licked his face. He chuckled. "At least you're open from the start, Cavall! Who's a good puppy?"

She noticed the two servants in front of them turned back to smile at the dog. Anne and Mary waved to her, but she only nodded back. Their jeans shorts were terribly small, and their matching black jolly roger tank tops were awfully tight. It caught Skyler's attention momentarily, which was enough to make Anne smirk his way. "Oh? Like what you see, army boy?"

"Woah now, blame it on my instinct!" he was quick to quip, and earned a giggle from the pirates. "I ain't walking the plank now, am I?"

"Hmm… Walking a plank? Sounds fun…" Mary teased back, and Artesia nearly rolled her eyes at the innuendo. Either way, she wasn't going to be a part of this conversation. As she zoned out, Skyler made some sort of joke back, earned a laugh, and it seemingly turned normal thereafter. She still didn't care.

It was difficult to impossible for her too. They weren't her kingdom's citizens. They weren't her army or knights. They weren't the Vigil comrades she'd fought alongside in modern times. No, as a mere weapon to be wielded for the Vigil's cause, she had absolutely no reason nor interest to engage further than necessary, and it baffled her some of her comrades couldn't accept that.

The few that did interest her were merely for convenience. Joan was the closest she had to a friend here, but she wasn't about to start dragging her places, nor letting her bring her around. Not like either would let it happen. Then there were the few tablemates she could hide amongst while she ate her food since they usually left her alone. No doubt, that was all she needed to get by between missions.

"Next!" …And delicious, energy-rich food, of course.

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"You should go sit by Joan and your other friends."

"No. Cavall and I are leaving soon anyway." Skyler sighed again as they sat at the front row of the bleachers. Cavall happily panted nearby, but he was getting a bunch of praise and pats from Billy and Geronimo. Her puppy made for a great deflector for turning attention away from her. It helped she had five plates of funnel cakes to keep her, and her mouth, preoccupied.

But most conversations on the quickly constructed bleachers was about the surprise. In all honesty, Artesia grew genuinely interested when she'd filed onto the beach with the others to fill the temporary stands. The blue, octagonal fighting platform, lit by a fading sunset and many light-wielding Colonel Olcotts, usually indicated only one type of activity. Yet the competitors were nowhere in sight. Only Helena, dressed in a referee uniform, stood in the middle.

Before she could grow bored waiting longer, Hans' voice suddenly roared over the chattering crowd. "Ladies and Gentleman! Chaldeans, Vigil allies, and Mage's Association guests! We welcome you to the surprise event for this evening! A Halloween showdown sure to excite!"

"If it doesn't, can I get back the money I never paid!?" Angra shouted somewhere from the back and roused laughter. Hans seemed to ignore him as the music began to rise. Artesia had listened to enough loud barracks music over the years to instantly recognize ACDC's Thunderstruck.

"Tonight, we bring you a friendly fight between Chaldea and the Vigil! A battle to temper confidence and forge bonds! I'm your host, Hans Christian Andersen, and refereeing this match will be Madam Blavatsky! But the servants won't be the stars this round! That belongs to our two champions!"

Artesia was now leaning in with full, knowing curiosity as Helena's familiars began moving the spotlights around to hype an increasingly energetic crowd. Maybe sticking around for all of this wouldn't be so bad after all. "Today will be a no-holds-bar match where any fighting style is allowed! So without further ado… in the blue corner, standing just shy of one-hundred-seventy high, we have the Chaldean chosen! The modern Amazonian! The superhero of the staff! Ladies and gentleman, please welcome, Valeria – Flashfire – Delaqua!"

Claps and shouts from the crowd grew as a commotion in the stands caught Artesia's attention. Spartacus stood up, and with a proud yell, hurled Delaqua into the air like a football. As the spotlight followed her, there was a burst of prana, and the battle-clad Quetzalcoatl caught her in midair, tumbled, and threw her downward. The cheers grew as Leonidas leapt quickly onto the arena in a pair of red gym shorts, caught Delaqua bridal style, then tossed her a dozen meters into the air.

Three backflips later, she landed perfectly on her feet like an acrobat. She then grasped her sweatshirt with one hand, her pants in the other, and ripped both clear off to reveal fiery red Muay Thai shorts with a golden Spartan lambda, a silver Gladiator's helm, and a rainbow Aztec symbol lined up the sides. Her pure ruby sports bra matched her hand wraps as she waved eagerly to the crowd, but Artesia's attention remained focused solely on how unbelievably chiseled her muscles were.

None of the Vigil's women were anywhere close to that level of definition. It actually impressed her. A lot. Skyler stared, "Lord almighty… Is she an actual undercover amazon?"

"She's just our resident superwoman," Billy chuckled back. Artesia didn't even notice Cavall was currently burying himself in the servant cowboy's own black flannel and jeans. "Aww, sucha excited doggy! You remind me of the one me pa had! But he was a Labrador! You met other Labradors, buddy?"

"In the red corner is a colossus standing over two-hundred-forty high!" If there was any doubt, it left Artesia. This was sure to be good. "He's a new face, but it's difficult to miss the friendly giant! Against the Chaldean champion, the Vigil have sent forth their powerhouse! An unyielding iron curtain! A Russian force to match its equal! Ladies and gentleman, please welcome, Sergei – The Bear – Romanov!"

Artesia wasn't too sure what to expect from his entrance, but his introduction sure roused an amused chuckle from her. She glanced over to a farther set of bleachers, where the imposing figure stood and casually strolled to the arena. Skyler chuckled beside her, and it grew to infect many. After such a grand entrance from the Chaldean supervisor, their Captain's was rather anti-climactic. Yet, his absolute calmness as he stepped over the ring's ropes emanated confidence.

Sergei simply removed his sneakers and socks, then took off his track suit's jacket. His ironclad muscles and many scars drew talk and gossip from the audience. He simply hummed a Russian tune to himself as he removed his pants to reveal a pair of simple red gym shorts. After finishing, he crossed his arms and grinned to Delaqua, who only shook her head and giggled. "I loved your entrance."

"I didn't know we were supposed to have one!" he chuckled back, then offered in their shared tongue. "(I hope you give a good fight, Val!)"

"(You too, Sergei! I'm not going to hold back. You don't look like someone to be underestimated,)" she chuckled back in Russian, then they both turned to Helena as she walked up.

"As a reminder of the rules, the match is on a time limit. I'll break you two up if things get messy so please keep things clean," she nodded to both of them as the spotlights went wild. "May the best Russian win!"

"Fighters! When the bell rings, write us a proper story to remember!" Hans yelled out one last time. The two fighters touched fists with friendly grins as Helena hopped out of the arena.

The music rose, but Artesia only eyed the much smaller woman curiously. Skyler voiced his doubt, "I don't know if she can take one of Sergei's hits."

"Not many humans who can." That went without saying. Delaqua and Sergei appeared to be friends, but did she know that she was about to go toe to toe with a rumor of the former Soviet Union? Like many, it may have been comic book fantasy for pop culture, but the Russian government did experiment with super soldiers. It turned out their mages and lab rats actually achieved it in the form of a few. Sergei is the only one left from that abandoned project.

Nonetheless, he was near-perfect for what they wanted. A physical prowess most soldiers could only dream of. Refined senses. Strong intuition, peerless loyalty, and well-honed instincts. He only lacked magic circuits and a traditional leadership style. However, traded for an average human life expectancy, he was a true modernized warrior worthy of even her complete recognition. And now their Captain was about to show off in a relaxed one on one match with his friend.

As the bell rang, Artesia's expectations were for a quick match, but she did want to see-

Slam! She wasn't the only Vigil member to gawk in total surprise. As soon as the bell rang. Even Sergei's eyebrow had lifted as he stared at his shielding arms before him. In only a second, Delaqua had rocketed over five meters and launched a powerful flying side kick towards Sergei's chest. From what Artesia saw, if their Captain wasn't an enhanced super soldier, that would've likely been a ring out strike.

It still pushed the giant back a meter from the force.

Delaqua flipped off his guard, spun in the air, and through a roundhouse kick towards his head. The speed made it look like an executioner's axe. It slammed again into Sergei's quick block. He then shot one hand out to try and grasp her, but Delaqua used her momentum to rocket herself away. In a blink, she'd landed on the ground, then burst towards his legs.

She landed on one hand and made it her fulcrum. Her legs became a freight train that barreled into Sergei's legs, but he was a mountain. Hardened shins met his tree trunk of a calve, and the effect appeared less than desirable; It still made Artesia's mouth open as Sergei skidded back a bit more from the force. His counter wasn't slow. He'd quickly dashed forward to close the distance again, but Delaqua had already dodged backwards…

Bang! Just in time to miss a downward punch that slammed into the ring like a meteor. It shook the platform violently enough the ropes flexed like jumping ropes. He'd quickly leapt back and brought himself into a guarded stance. Delaqua mirrored him as they both stared with silent surprise at the other.

It couldn't rival the absolute stunned silence in the audience. Artesia and Skyler glanced to each other like they just saw wild unicorns. No one was whispering or anything. Even the waves seemed a little quieter. Finally, someone in the back yelled out. "…Holy SHIT! THIS IS GONNA BE LIT!"

Artesia watched as a slow, acknowledging grin appeared on both Sergei and Delaqua's faces. They chuckled eagerly as the crowds finally grew with chatter and overwhelming excitement. Artesia knew that glint in Sergei's eye, and found its match in Delaqua as she licked her lips like a hungry wolf. Somewhere behind her, Tyler yelled out, "Nice! You found a rival! Now I won't break my good leg with anymore spars!"

Delaqua laughed and glanced to Tyler, making Sergei look between them harboring equal mirth. As they gazed back at their newfound rival, Hans' voice finally echoed over the microphones. "What a turn of events! Two true superhumans! Do they really not have magic circuits? Has Flashfire finally met her match to the Bear? Or will he be brought into submission!? Whatever the end may bring, we're in for a match to remember!"

Finally fully engaged, Artesia leaned in with overwhelming interest as the battle exploded. Delaqua raced towards Sergei again. Her hits were fast and furious. Her movement was a blur. To many, she'd put Olympians to shame, but her opponent held fast like a damn against a raging river.

Sergei was slower, but his reactions were quick enough. His artillery punches rocked the arena and made loose sand fly like glimmering dust. He was a seasoned fighter who'd waded through critical situations. He was intimidation and power personified. Yet this time, there was no one to back him up.

All the unit could do was cheer for support, and so they did. Even Artesia. "Get her, Vima! You've got this!"

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"Ladies and Gentleman! Let's give it up for our Russian superstars!" The cheers were louder than a stadium.

They'd gone to the timer. The sun had gone to bed a while ago, but the spotlights shined on the two sweaty and panting competitors who stood side by side. They were both roughed up and bruised, but they grinned as they flexed mutually for George to take a photo finish for them.

There were no judges, so it was a tie.

Even with the match over, the cheers still rang in Artesia's ears. She'd have to congratulate Sergei on such a mighty display, and also that Chaldean Amazon for her jaw-dropping performance. To actually go toe to toe with Sergei for an hour was no simple feat. Their second-in-command held the record, and he could only spar Sergei while he was holding back; He still only lasted fourteen minutes.

"Cavall. Behave," she warned as her puppy continued to jump up and down in excitement. With the final picture over, several Vanguard members were already clambering over the ropes to congratulate their Captain. A laughing Delaqua was quickly hoisted into the air by an equally ecstatic Leonidas and Quetzalcoatl. The stage became like a classic photo from a wrestling magazine as so many taller figures moved to join the growing celebration.

The reminders of being short were always annoying. 'Hm. Wonder if that was one reason that good me did it….'

As Cavall bounced around before her, she looked at her empty plates. She'd gone through them like popcorn, but her stomach wanted more. It'd been so long since she'd last had it, and she wasn't sure if that stand would be open or not tomorrow. It should be. It's the classic carnival food, and this was a festiva- "You look disappointed. Is it regret for consuming vast amounts of unhealthy food?"

Slowly, Artesia turned to Nightingale who'd strolled up to her. She wore that ridiculous yellow lifeguard bikini that she wore around at times, though her hat was nowhere to be seen. The often shirtless Beowulf was, however, as he strolled up behind her with hands pocketed in his jeans. He chuckled, "Artesia? Regretting junk food?"

"She should sooner or later. Such eating habits can lead to poor health and cause multiple complications in the digestive track. Even servants can succumb to those effects," she listed off quickly with a flat stare at her close friend. Beowulf shrugged, but Artesia's eyebrow twitched.

"I've eaten far, far worse than what Chaldea offers as junk food."

"That doesn't make it right," Nightingale countered as she looked back to her, then at the empty plates that had seen true war; Powdered sugar littered them like the fallen on a field. She sighed. "…Though I do suppose your digestive track appears to behave unusually. Perhaps a side effect of the corruption. It works in your favor."

"If it means I can eat as many funnel cakes as I want, I don't care what the cause is," she simply countered. She was getting bored of the conversation already. Her mind was already resolved to congratulate Sergei, get some more funnel cake, and sneak away. The crowds made the plan difficult. She may have to just compliment him tomorrow and scurry off during the current smokescreen.

However, her chance to disengage with Nightingale and Beowulf was complicated when Dantes and Joan strolled up too. As usual, she noted Joan was standing a bit closer to him than she allowed with anyone else. The man in a pitch-black aloha shirt and tan slacks didn't seem to mind, but merely glanced towards her with a nod. "Gale giving you a lecture about health?"

"Flip a coin. It'll probably be right," Beowulf smirked, and it even got a small smile from Joan and a chuckle from Dantes. "That's not why we're here though."

"Mm. We were going to ask if you'd like to come and chat by Beowulf's stall for the evening?" Nightingale offered, and earned a quick happy bark from Cavall. Artesia glared at the treacherous dog, but Nightingale had already knelt down to pet him with a warm smile. "I see your dog is interested. Your friends Gugalanna and Babe linger around the next door booth. That lottery stall Helena runs"

She was about to pass it off, but then she glanced to Joan. With arms crossed over her chest, the smaller avenger quirked an eyebrow ever so slightly at her. Artesia stared back and scoffed. "I know it wasn't your idea. Though I wonder… How annoyed would you be if I said yes?"

"I couldn't care less either way. But it's not like I enjoy being around you, so if you'd rather just keep being alone doing who knows what, I'd love a quieter night."

Artesia nearly smirked at that comment as Joan huffed. Beowulf scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "Yea, she didn't raise an objection, so…"

"You didn't," Dantes agreed with a small smirk, and the other avenger turned her glare to him. Artesia only stared in silent contemplation. She glanced between all of them. It certainly wasn't the first time they asked her to spend time with them more than she had to. It likely won't be the last.

But some things were different today. Artesia had been pestered so much. She had a restless puppy that wanted to be here. There was a festival with some activities to do besides talk if they wandered around. The snooty countess was likely with her fashionista friends, so that was a plus; She didn't hate Carmilla, but she'd rather not deal with her. Most importantly the junk food was right there for her to keep buying with her stipend.

…Maybe sticking around a bit longer wouldn't be so bad tonight. "…Sure. But I'll need funnel cake first."

"More funnel cake? Haven't you eaten enough of that?" Joan scowled as she stared with disgust at the empty plates. "What about that fish and chips stand at the Marina? Or the lolly waffles dipped with butter and syrup?"

Artesia's eyes glinted at the last one as her attention focused solely on Joan. It actually made the avenger flinch lightly in surprise, making Dantes chuckle. Artesia didn't notice, nor would she have made fun of Joan for her response. The saber's heart was already beating heavily and her mouth was watering. Her mind was sharp as a sword, and offered only the most direct of words as she stood and marched to Joan.

"Take me to those waffles. Right now." The other laughed as Artesia clamped her hand onto Joan's wrist and forcefully began dragging the flailing avenger away from the bleachers with a happily barking dog in tow. Several onlookers began pointing and laughing, but Artesia could only see and taste the future. 'Lolly waffles dipped in butter and syrup? On sticks like lollipops? This has to be American cuisine. All the better.'

"Hey! Let go, you pale glutton! I'll lead you there, just LET GO!" Joan complained, but it fell on deaf ears.

It might be a long night, but who knows. With new food and decent company, it was proving to be the most interesting one she'd had since their arrival.