Somewhere in the USA, near the Rocky Mountains.
Taylor Rouen looked at the papers Percilla had given him to read over, but he didn't seem happy about it. on the pages were five profiles, he shuffled them a bit before frowning heavily as he placed them on the table in front of him before calling for her again.
"Percila, come back for a moment. I need to ask you something."the lady appeared in the the doorway as she finished changing from her town dress into something more comfortable.
"What is it, teacher?" She asked, bracing herself on the doorframe. He looked up from the papers and onto his young student. "I thought I asked you to gather information on the other six masters on our red faction. Why is it that there are only five files here?" He looked at her intently, waiting for her answer. She looked at him and shuffled her feet a bit.
"Sorry teacher, I wasn't able to find out who was selected to be the master of the Archer yet. It's like they haven't been chosen yet." She looked embarrassed. rubbing through her thick black locks of hair.
"I see you did a good job then, did you finish the enemy masters yet?" he asked turning back to his papers.
"No, but I did get some disturbing news. That bastard, Joeab Cinclare. is one of their potential choices." she gritted her teeth together almost vomiting in her mouth at the name.
"I see. It can't be helped. You may go." He said, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Do you think it is wise to let a mere child do the spy work for you, if she is caught she may wind up dead or worse if it is a truly evil master?" a woman in heavy Cavilry armor and a dark brown ponytail, with a massive spear that almost hitting the roof at full height appeared in the room and looking in the direction of the door.
"Don't worry my lord, she will be fine. On another note, we need to keep a watchful eye out for the name she mentioned. That man is bad news." the woman looked down at Taylor and cocked her head to the side as if to question his words.
"How so?" she asked watching his movements carefully as he switched to the next file.
"He just is." He truly did not know how to describe the man that was how bad the man was.
Somewhere in East Germany.
Erika Koch looked out her car window as the street lamps flew by. She tried to catch some rest as they sped to the airport. "Scheisse, I just can't seem to fall asleep. It's as if I'm actually worried about this Verdammt war." She rubbed at her teal green eyes surrounded by dark circles.
"My lady, what have I said about your language?" the older man next to her in the driver's seat said, not taking his eyes off the road. "You are a lady of the Koch family. You should be more appropriate." he warned softly.
"Yes, Anselm, I know I'm part of this godforsaken mage family. I'm not special. I'm not even the heir; I'm the bastard child of my father who's trying to get rid of me." She snapped back, "That Decksau and that Schlampe of an older sister think they're being sly by sending me off to a war where one out of four has a chance of getting stabbed to death so my father can rest well at night." she sighed grabbing at the photo she had in her pocket of a lady with red hair and eyes of the samed rubey before smiling.
"Do you think your Father thinks that little of you Lady Erika?" the Old man asked glancing away just for a seconed to focus on her.
"Does it really matter? It doesn't change what I have to do to get my freedom." She sunk deeper into her seat as she again rummaged through her pockets until she got ahold of the tiny box with her catalyst she used to summon her servant. She peered into the box again and dangled the iron cross commonly worn by German soldiers who proved their bravery in battle when her servant's voice filled her mind.
"It's pretty, isn't it? I'm honored to have won that cross, and yet I still don't know if I truly deserved it. And yet, I can't really deny that I did. It's a matter of perspective, I guess." his heavy german accent kinda comforted her and she knew this man was the servant she truly needed to win this war.
"Yes, it truly is a beautiful cross, and I personally think you deserve it." she felt a sence of pride knowing every bit of her servants story by haert already even before summoning him.
The Clock Tower.
Waver looked at his watch as he waited for the Tohsaka head and her apprentice to arrive and his sister sat lazily snacking on some sweets and sipping her tea.
"Brother, do you have some sort of fetish for that watch or are you just nervous?" she asked sarcastically. and staring at the man.
"Raines, do you have to be so vulgar right now?" she asked back, though he knew she wasn't usually in fact, this might have been the first time she ever said anything like that. He checked his watch again and again, then a vain bulgedon his forehead as the Tohsaka and the redhead entered by way of kicking in the damned door.
"We're here, Lord El-Melloi!" the young mage woman said as she plopped down on the couch, followed by Shirou about a second later.
"You're late, Tohsaka." Waver angrily spoke, placing both his hands on his desk.
"Sorry, I had to teach a Finnish woman a thing or two about not intruding on someone else's business." the Tohsaka sighed heavily. "She beat me up again today.
"I see then I guess you're not too worried about the entire war that's about to unfold in America and mind you, this is after the Seven-on-Seven Grail War that happened in Europe three years ago?" He rubbed his temples as he saw the deer in the headlights both Rin and Shirou had on their faces. "You forgot, didn't you?"
"No, I didn't. I just hadn't told Shirou yet, and you know how he gets when these things are brought up." She frowned and turned towards her student/boyfriend who had a tick mark on his forehead.
"You didn't tell me something so dangerous was going down and that you were involved somehow?" the boy looked a bit annoyed as he started to stand and switched to looking at Waver. "I request that I go with Rin and help her." he bowed his head. Waver hesitated for a moment before coming to a conclusion.
"Sure since Luvia is also going as a master; the master of Assassin to be exact." he sighed it wouldnt hurt to have someone with his talants go with them.
"And i has already summoned my Servant." said woman entered and behind her was a man dressed in white with only his eyes exsposed but didnt say a word.
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Berserker sat in his master's lounge as he drank his sake and could hear the loud pounding from the other room, bed frame finally coming to a stop, and a few minutes later, a couple of half-drunk, half-dazed women came stumbling out of the room, followed by his master, who was wearing nothing but a towel around her waist and her long, straight black hair covering her ample breasts; she still had the artificial penis she was using to enjoy herself.
Master Takawa must you do this every time?" he asked. It wasn't that he minded, but really, he didn't want to hear loud pounding and moaning every time he was drinking and it made him wish the madness enhancement had actually made him crazy like it was supposed to.
"What is one of the greatest Japanese generals jealous that his female master gets more pussy in one night than he did in his entire life." she spoke back as she opened a drower and tost the strap-on into it. "well deal with it." Yukiko Takawa was the single female mage of the small Takawa family who loved and worked alone and made it her life's mission to make men's lives hell and to get in the pants of as many girls as possible at least that's what she told Berserker he wasint sure how much he trusted it.
"That's not it at all. I'm simply questioning the merits of allowing so many people to know our hideout." He vanished and then reappeared at his master's side. "And what if a servant attacks while you're fucking?" He looked down on her, his almost black eyes searching for something.
She looked up at him with a very serious expression and spoke. "I if you are really that jealous then i'll let you join next time!" she smiled sarcasticlly.
"That is not the point at all... I don't want to kill innocent people all because they where fucking at the wrong place wrong time!" he raised his voice. it wasn't as though he had't killed innocent men, women and childern in his day and age. it was just that this time he had the choose not to and he would take it.
???. somewhere at sea.
Becket sat in the small room and watched as his Caster worked on whatever she was working on. to be honest he was not expecting a woman when he summoned one of the world's most influential scientists in her day, and he had tried sparking up a conversation several times, but she shot him down on all attempts, saying she was too busy for his foolishness. Becket was completely average in every school subject. and she had changed the very way the world thought about the universe. And so Beckit Lionhard remained quite so as not to disturb her work.
next chapter Preveiw.
The boy launched himself from the rooftop, diving into the window of the adjacent building. Tumbling as he did, he was lucky that the next three homes were vacant, so he burst out of the house and into the street. He lost his balance as the mass of red and gray steel smashed into the ground and cracked it.
Next Time Chapter Two. The Kid and The Storm.