Notes: As you can imagine due to the long break between chapters, I've got lots of new Servants. I won't squeeze them all in this time... but I got close.

FGO: Tales from the Second Archive
An FGO Fanfic by
Nate Grey (xman0123-at-aol-dot-com)
Chapter 11: A Shot of Divinity

Babe the Blue Ox lived a simple but charmed life. As the constant companion of Paul Bunyan, he was more or less given free reign of the apartment complex, though he (and Bunyan) preferred living outdoors. Upon request, Babe could reduce his size enough to fit indoors, but it was understood that Bunyan (and Babe himself) preferred largeness in nearly all things.

In general, Babe was considered more of a Noble Phantasm than anything else. This was perfectly acceptable, as Bunyan, while overly large as a rule in most situations, was never too large where there wasn't enough room for Babe to accompany her. If necessary, Bunyan could carry Babe, and of course, the reverse was also true.

The other Berserkers accepted Babe without question and counted him as one of their own. Even Beowulf, who had always had a remarkably poor relationship with Bunyan during his time as Boss, had been known to take naps while slumped across Babe's back. Jeanne had not continued that tradition, though she would at least pat Babe's nose if he approached her.

Babe could take care of himself fine, but the Berser-girls were especially attached to him, so he allowed them to spoil him as often as they wanted. And in any case, it was far easier for him to get pancakes if someone brought them to him. However, this also meant that it was virtually impossible for Babe to ignore medical check ups as he would have preferred, since there were so many Servants who loved him. They had even begun to distract Bunyan long enough for someone else to bring a veterinarian to him, since she was no fan of doctors, either.

Even when unhappy, Babe was rarely violent (he left that up to Bunyan, who was far better at it). Mostly, he would stare soulfully at the offending party... which, honestly, he also did when happy. Or bored. Or anything, really. Facial expressions had never been his strong point. Bunyan always knew what he was feeling at any given moment, and as for the other Berser-girls... they tried, and he appreciated the effort. But if he hadn't already been round and large, he would have become so quickly by their attempts to please him with ever-increasing amounts of food. Which was not to say he ever turned them down, because he didn't, or that he didn't enjoy the food, because he did.

It helped that the veterinarian in question was both gentle and quite efficient. She tended to bring food, which distracted Babe for the duration. And, for no reason that Babe understood, he sensed that she was not too different from any of the Berser-girls, deep down.

On this day, however, the veterinarian ended her visit with a pronounced frown, and a great deal of double-checking her results. And then, instead of leaving, she pulled out a notepad, jotted something down, and then held it up, as if showing it to an invisible person.

Paul Bunyan was not happy.

Her breakfast had been interrupted. And worse, someone had taken Babe away.

Once she calmed down, or at least stopped destroying the surrounding area with her axe, she was able to understand more of the details.

Something was odd with Babe, according to Flo. He was not sick, Babe did not get sick, and the very implication that he might be in less than perfect health was offensive to Bunyan. Still, if Flo was willing to risk angering Bunyan with such an interruption, then this probably was something to be concerned about.

Babe had been moved to the eighth floor, where Bunyan found several Casters performing scanning spells on him and comparing their results. In an effort to keep Babe calm, Nursery Rhyme was reciting fairy tales, and feeding him a large chocolate bar. It was difficult to say what Babe thought of her story selection, but he clearly enjoyed the chocolate.

None of this seemed particularly odd to Bunyan, and certainly not worthy of the interruption, but when she tried to remove Babe, all of the Casters said it was a bad idea. This nearly sent Bunyan into a rage, but Irisveil quickly intervened.

"It's a bit dangerous, is all," she said. "When Flo was examining Babe, she noticed something... odd, and immediately informed the proper authorities. If you take him away before we conclude what caused the issue, the results could be catastrophic."

Bunyan was not impressed. She knew what catastrophic meant. She knew lots of destructive words (and had even caused the invention of a fair number of them, if her legends could be trusted). So she did not really see what Irisveil's concern was about.

Just then, Babe's nose twitched, he shut his eyes, and his entire body began to tremble.

Having seen this before, Bunyan merely stuffed her fingers in her ears, and prepared to be hit by a ton of ox boogers. She would have warned the Casters to do the same... except, curiously, all of them had vanished in a hurry.

Babe sneezed. Being a large, ridiculously powerful ox, it was quite a sneeze. It always was. This time, however, there was a result Bunyan hadn't prepared for.

She woke up ten minutes later, sprawled across the parking lot. The way the Casters told it, Babe had blasted her out of the apartment complex entirely, and she had instantly grown to giant size to avoid the injury that might have occurred from falling eight stories. As it was, her back ached slightly, which was unusual in itself.

Babe's sneezing had never done anywhere close to this much damage to her. She used to think they were funny.

Reluctantly, Bunyan turned her giant head to Irisveil, and whispered loudly, "Something's wrong with Babe."

Irisveil tenderly patted Bunyan's nose. "Don't worry, dear. I promise that we'll help him."

"We have two problems, both related to Babe the Blue Ox," Flo announced in the Conference Room an hour later. "After much testing-"

"Skip to the part where you say what broke and how we fix it, please," Mash said wearily.

"Very well. I noticed that his game stats had increased tremendously-"

"Wait," Jeanne interrupted. "I realize I'm the newest Boss around here, but it was my understanding that Babe was considered a Noble Phantasm. And that's more because he can't actually be measured. He doesn't HAVE game stats."

"So you see why we're so concerned. He didn't have game stats, and by the time I discovered that he suddenly did, and was double-checking them, they had increased tremendously." Flo paused to glare at Mash. "Which I could have explained, had I been allowed."

"Are you saying Babe is officially a Noble Phantasm now?" Jeanne asked.

Flo shook her head. "That was my first assumption, and if it had only been that, it wouldn't have required anywhere near as many precautions. His game stats are not those of a Noble Phantasm. Babe is now a Servant."

Jeanne stared. "Berserker?" she asked hopefully, as that would have been the simplest option.

"Unfortunately, no. The degree of damage done to Bunyan by Babe's sneeze confirmed much of my suspicions. We're dealing with an Extra class, and there really is only one option left: Alter Ego."

"Separating Babe and Bunyan is not an option," Mash said at once.

Flo blinked. "I never suggested that. Although they might need to live a little farther away from the apartment complex, at this rate. Walking back and forth certainly won't be an issue for them."

"The Berser-girls aren't going to like that," Jeanne warned.

"Then they can live outside, too!" Flo snapped. "The complex simply can't house Babe. It couldn't even when he wasn't a Servant. More importantly, he has Divinity now, which is increasing the resulting property damage of his sneezes, and any other offensive action. He is entirely unfit for enclosed spaces. Definitely not a house ox, if there ever was such a beast."

This earned several uneasy looks.

"How exactly would he have gained Divinity?" Shirou asked. "Bunyan doesn't have that."

"Perhaps she wished he did, too near to a Holy Grail. We cannot be certain."

"But we can be certain that he is now the second divine bovine among us, which makes me very interested in reviewing the condition of the first," Mash noted. "I also see that both Ishtars have failed to appear for this meeting or show interest in the matter, which only makes me suspect their involvement all the more."

"If you are planning to confront Heavenly Hosting, then the Unholy Spears would be happy to provide backup, Mash," Enkidu offered.

"Thanks," Mash muttered. She was still not a fan of the Unholy Spears (not of their theme song, at least), but there was no denying that she needed them now.

There were, in Mash's mind, far too many red flags.

For one thing, each of the Unholy Spears had been curiously available and willing, so Mash was escorted into the Rider spa by the full group.

This was entirely unnecessary. The spa was deserted, save for a lone Servant. Mash did not immediately recognize her, because she hadn't even been aware that this particular Servant had been summoned by their Master. This was not entirely unheard of, but it usually meant nothing good.

"The others are gone," the Servant said. "They left me behind as a guard."

Also unnecessary to say: she was wearing a swimsuit, and an armband with the Heavenly Hosting logo on it. And Mash feared it was not of the mana-draining variety.

"You're not going to tell us where they went, are you?" Mash guessed.

"To the Extra floor."

Mash blinked. "Why would they... no, wait, why would you tell us that?"

"Because it will do you no good to know. Which is exactly what I told them before they left on this fruitless task. They will prove equally powerless. If it helps, I hope none of you will be injured."

"Can I ask why you're siding with them? It can't be as simple as you're a Rider, right?"

"Unfortunately, yes. None of you are prepared for what is coming. Neither am I. But if this is to be the end... I'd rather meet it in a heated pool."

Mash could not argue with that. "Thanks, I guess. But, one last thing. You didn't happen to see any other new Servants on your way in, did you?"

Martha smiled sadly, and said nothing. The others thought she was being uncooperative, but Mash understood. Martha hadn't wanted them to feel even more powerless.

Mash was starting to wish that she did sleep, so she could have stayed in bed today.

Things instantly got worse upon reaching the Extra floor.

The members of Heavenly Hosting were all tied up and unconscious in the hallway. Even with previous knowledge that the group consisted entirely of Riders and Archers, the idea that they could have been defeated so easily by someone other than the Unholy Spears, or some combination featuring Gilgamesh, was worrying. And Mash mainly feared that it was an entirely new group of Servants that she had no knowledge of.

All the goddesses were found to be breathing and largely unharmed, although Enkidu was quick to point out a worrying fact. Between the Rider spa and now both incapacitated Ishtars, there had been no sign of "Gu-chan," who was entirely unlikely to abandon them. And the list of Servants who could handle the beast and both Ishtars should have been severely short. In fact, Mash was almost certain it had been limited to Gilgamesh and Enkidu, and even that would have required the pair to work together. And since Enkidu was currently with them, that was impossible.

Curiously, there was a brand new addition to the Extra floor: a large door labeled in bold, bright red letters, "The Sakuraface Society: Entrance via Invitation Only."

"That can't be good," Mash muttered. "Enkidu, has Parvati mentioned anything to you about this?"

"Not a word. And I last spoke with her a few hours ago, so I don't think she's involved. Perhaps she wasn't invited."

"Then if I'm right, that makes two holy-inclined Servants that would prefer to stay out of this, some unknown Sakurafaces, a bunch of beat up goddesses, a missing divine beast, and a newly divine one. This is only getting worse the more we find out."

"So let's force our way in!" Elisabeth suggested.

"I would advise against that," Scathach said calmly. She poked the door with her spear, which immediately produced a significant electrical charge, as well as some ominously glowing runes etched into the door frame. Scathach, being herself, merely blinked and stopped poking the door, but Elizabeth, who was nowhere near as resistant to damage, looked very alarmed and backed away fast.

"There is no need to risk harming ourselves," Enkidu decided. "It's a door, and it's within the complex. That means Shirou can open it with his key."

"I'll call him," Mash and Bradamante said at the same time. They glanced at each other, and then looked away uncomfortably. Elizabeth looked positively giddy with glee as she glanced between them.

Shirou arrived in four minutes, accompanied by yet another Servant that Mash did not immediately recognize. Noticing the curious stares, Shirou offered an introduction.

"Everyone, this is Voyager, the newest member of the Royal Uruk Security Force. I'm told he'll be working closely with Mark II, but for now I've offered to let him shadow me to get a closer look at how we do things. He asks that you pretend he's not here."

Voyager said nothing, but his bright eyes focused briefly on each Servant, then seemed to zoom in on Mash, which made her uncomfortable only in the sense that he seemed to be expecting her to take action. So Mash pointed to the Sakuraface door. "Shirou, did you know about this?"

"No," he replied firmly with a frown. "And if my hunch is right, I suspect my key won't work on it. But if it doesn't, that's reason enough to complain to Master directly. You and I can't be responsible for anything behind a door I have no access to." Shirou actually sounded like he hoped that would be the case... which, by Mash's count, meant a third holy-inclined Servant that wanted no part of this. Surely not a coincidence, then.

But, surprisingly, and perhaps unfortunately, Shirou's key did work on the door. Not only that, there was no sign of the electric shock or the ominous runes as he touched and opened the door. Clearly, he was permitted to enter. And yet the sight that greeted him immediately made him not want to.

It was a tea party. Sort of.

There was a table, tea, and cake. But there was also Gu-chan, tied up and suspended from the ceiling by a golden chain like a living chandelier, and four Sakuraface Servants chatting around the table.

The closest one glanced at Shirou and Mash, and gestured to two empty chairs. "You might as well sit. Master made it very clear that we at least couldn't exclude you two. But no other exceptions."

Shirou glanced at Mash, drew a cross from his pocket, and proceeded slowly into the room. The cross did not melt or burst into flames, at least, but the Sakurafaces all seemed amused by it. When nothing bad happened to Shirou, Mash followed him. Neither of them felt comfortable sitting, though.

"Sorry, but... you are BB, Passionlip, Meltryllis, and Mysterious Alter Ego Lambda, aren't you?" Mash asked. "How is it I only know that now?"

"The influence of BB's rules is weakened once you're in here with us," Meltryllis explained. "So you're now allowed to know."

"What rules?" Shirou demanded. "We should know about any rules!"

"And you would, if you were meant to follow them," BB replied. "But we can't exclude you two. Master's orders. Still, we do want to be left alone. Therefore, you only 'remember' us when you're in extremely close proximity. I could tweak it, if you insist, but I'd really rather not."

"If you are going to kidnap divine beasts and beat up goddesses, I want very much to remember that you're here!" Mash argued.

BB pouted and snapped her fingers. Gu-chan was instantly freed and teleported to the ground, where he hid behind Mash's legs. "We were only borrowing him. And we only did that after your oh so innocent goddesses attacked us first. If they had stayed away, it never would have come to this."

"And how did they know about you, when we didn't?"

"Spies, obviously. I assume you met Martha? She was summoned shortly before us."

"Would you happen to know anything about how Babe the Blue Ox is now a Servant with Divinity?"

"If you're accusing me, then no. But if you're only asking, then I would try the Argoknots."

Mash blinked. "You mean the Argonauts?"

"No, I mean the Argoknots, the social club devoted to arts and crafts. They meet on Thursdays, have multiple members with Divinity, and love animals, or so I have heard. They were kind enough to make the sign for our door."

Mash had several questions, but she could feel Gu-chan quivering behind her, and so decided to cut this visit short. "I will be back for more answers," she promised, trying to make it sound like a threat.

BB nodded, but gave the impression of either not listening or not caring much. "Sure. Close the door on your way out, please."

Once back in the hall with the door shut, Shirou sighed in relief and put his cross away. Gu-chan seemed much more relaxed, but stayed close to Mash all the same.

"Do you believe her?" Shirou asked.

"Partially," Mash admitted. "Social clubs were something Master had mentioned implementing eventually. And BB has nothing to fear from us. If she were guilty, she would admit it openly and taunt us about our inability to punish her. If there was a fight, then hopefully Mark II saw it and will let us review the footage."

Voyager cleared his throat. "Mark II says the relevant footage is available for review in the Conference Room."

Mash stared at him. "That's convenient."

"Yes," he agreed, saying nothing more.

"Did... she tell you that, or...?"

"I am allowed to access her private channel for secure transmissions."

"Great. I think." Mash paused, then turned to Shirou. "Why don't I check the footage, while you look into these Argoknots? Take the Unholy Spears with you. I don't expect to run into any issues that would require them."

"Which is exactly why I think either Scathach or Enkidu should accompany you," Shirou replied. "Mash, how many unexpected twists have we run into already? Better to be safe."

"In that case, I'd rather have Bradamante with me," Mash said.

"You would?" Shirou asked in shock.

"Yes. I'd like to get to know her better."

Bradamante glanced at Shirou curiously, but offered no protest as she stepped over to Mash.

"And... you're sure?" Shirou asked, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Mash smiled. "Shirou, is there a problem? Is there some reason why I shouldn't be alone with Bradamante?"

"Not really, but-"

"But what?"

"This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Bradamante and I are dating?"

Mash blinked. "I wouldn't say that. But I also wouldn't say it's a problem. Not for me, anyway."

"Mash will be perfectly safe with me," Bradamante swore.

Shirou shook his head. "She is no longer the one I'm worried about, in this situation."

The Argoknots were not easy to find.

For one thing, when asked about them, everyone insisted on hearing "Argonauts" instead and kept directing Shirou to said Servants. It also didn't help that some Servants seemed to be members of both groups, though the relevant ones were never where Shirou looked for them.

Jason was also no help. Once Shirou explained that there was a second, separate but similarly-named group, Jason become obsessed with the idea that someone was trying to steal his thunder, and demanded that Shirou advise him on copyright law. Not only was this not Shirou's area of expertise, far more importantly, he didn't care one bit if someone ripped Jason off. But when Jason proved willing and capable of stalking Shirou until the demands were met, Shirou reluctantly took Jason to the Casters. They were also not law experts, but Gilgamesh certainly knew enough about safeguarding things that belonged to him (or more relevantly, things that he claimed belonged to him), which greatly interested Jason.

Oddly enough, it was Jack the Ripper who provided a helpful clue: a brand new crochet doll, gifted by Medea, in exchange for Hassans Unlimited moving their meetings from Thursdays to Wednesdays. Shirou was more concerned that there were apparently enough social clubs, none of which he knew anything about, that a schedule had been created. This was definitely something he and Mash needed to get ahead of immediately. He didn't doubt that Jack and BB could keep their respective groups under control, though he was slightly worried that BB would keep her group on the path to causing constant mayhem instead.

Jack told Shirou that the "super nice ladies" who gave him the doll liked to have their meetings outside in Giant Mecha Eli-chan Mark II's shadow, both because of the security, and the near-constant shade which made their outdoor meetings more pleasant. If nothing else, Shirou felt this also meant that the Argoknots were surely not breaking any rules.

The Argoknots were exactly where Jack had said they might be, but seemed to have put aside their usual activities, and were instead polishing the giant mecha's right foot. There was nothing odd about that in itself, but that wasn't what Shirou found to be odd.

Currently, the only Argoknots present were Atalanta, Atalanta Alter, Medea, Medea Lily, and finally Pollux of the Dioscuri. Pollux's twin brother Castor was standing nearby, glowering and not helping at all, so it was difficult to say if he was an actual member. As BB had claimed there were multiple Argoknots with Divinity, someone was missing. Although Shirou suspected that Servant was not related to his current quest, since Pollux was wearing a T-shirt with Babe's face printed on the back.

Strangely, Pollux did not deny that Babe had gained his Divinity from her at all. In fact, she proudly stated how she had done it: purposely feeding him bits of meat with her hair mixed in. Even stranger was the why: she thought him a noble steed worthy of being blessed by the gods... but since they hadn't done so, she had instead.

Despite how many problems this had caused, Shirou did not think Pollux had meant any harm. And even if he used his power to exile her from the apartment complex, it wouldn't help matters. Babe would not lose his Divinity, and while Shirou feared no Servant, a vengeful Castor, particularly as a part Avenger, would be tricky to deal with consistently. Especially if he teamed with a social club of Avengers that Shirou had no knowledge of, a very real possibility at this point.

So the only thing Shirou could really do was to plead with Pollux not to give Divinity to anyone or anything else. And once she was made to understand how many problems she had caused for Babe and Bunyan, she was apologetic and promised to do whatever she could to make things right... so long as that did not involve removing her gift to Babe. And in any case, Shirou had no idea how to remove it in the first place.

Mash was not certain how Gu-chan was normally treated by the Ishtars, but she felt that his current behavior was unusual. In short, he kept hiding behind the strongest female present when startled or anxious, which was increasingly Bradamante, who didn't mind at all. However, since they had come across nothing more threatening than the elevator on their way to Conference Room, this was mildly troubling. It was possible that Gu-chan had been traumatized, either by watching his owners defeated, or whatever the Sakurafaces had done to him afterward, if not both. Mash made a mental note to mention this to Flo later.

Mark II was standing by in the Conference Room with the security footage. Curiously, the first thing she did was pick up Gu-chan and pet him, and even more curious, Gu-chan allowed this and made no attempt to leave her arms when she stopped. This made more sense, once Mash realized that Bradamante was probably not the strongest Servant in the room (from an authority perspective, at least)... and Bradamante was instantly aware of this, judging by the slight scowl on her face.

"I take it Voyager was helpful?" Mark II asked.

Mash blinked. "You have cameras everywhere. You already know he was."

"I was trying to make conversation. Sadly, it's proving as useless as I feared. Anyway, the footage of the battle." She gestured to a nearby monitor, where the footage was already playing. "There really is nothing too impressive there. Heavenly Hosting lost, badly. Unfortunately, I was unable to see what would be far more relevant: whatever the Sakuraface Society is doing behind closed doors. Before you ask, no, we don't have a spy there. And I wouldn't expect that to change."

"Why don't you sound at all concerned by that?" Mash asked.

Mark II shrugged. "There really is nothing we can do. No sense in worrying. Master made it very clear that the social clubs are allowed to operate with some independence, so long as they are not in violation of the Club Codes set forth by the Club Boss."

"There's a Club Boss? Since when?"

"Since Master decided this would quickly spin out of control without one. I agree with him."

"But this Club Boss hasn't been to any meetings!" Mash protested.

"True, but I can confirm that every club that exists, has gotten approval from the Club Boss. And really, I'm slightly surprised you haven't met them yet."

Mash frowned. "Oh, really? Why is that?"

"Well, they are your first roommate. Haven't you been to your room since this morning?"

"You know very well that I haven't."

"Yes. This concept of conversation is truly beyond me. Anyway." Mark II gestured to the monitor again, interrupting the battle with a live feed from Mash's apartment, which was currently occupied.

Mash stared at the monitor. "If nothing else, I know exactly why Master failed to ask if I wanted this roommate."

"Because you would have said no."

"With my shield. In his face. Repeatedly."

Mark II stared at her. "I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to respond to threats against Master with lethal force, but instead I feel this odd desire to pat you on the shoulder and say I understand."

"Uh... thanks." Mash glanced at Bradamante. "You should probably come with me, but if you don't, and there's a fight, and I happen to die... at least then I wouldn't have this roommate..."

Bradamante gave her a worried stare. "If it's that bad, you could stay with us Lancers."

"No, that's... actually, I may take you up on that later."

The apartment looked like a hurricane had run through it. If that hurricane was rather small, consisted solely of a great deal of paint, got tired halfway through, and passed out face-down on the floor.

None too gently, Mash kicked the offending hurricane, which woke up with a loud cry of, "INSPIRATION!"

"What have you done to my apartment." Mash said this very dully.

"I believe you meant to say 'our apartment', and the answer is: I'll let you know when I'm done, and have decided what to call my latest work."

Mash counted to three in her head. "You know, you make a horrible first impression."

"You're not the first person to tell me that." The hurricane stood up, brushed itself off, and offered a hand still stained with paint to shake. "Feel free to call me Clytie, your new Club Boss."

Mash reluctantly shook the hand. "If this is going to work, I would appreciate it if you could restrict your... creative process to your room only. Or better, a closet. I'll even let you pick which room you prefer, so long as you keep all your creating confined there."

"That is easily managed," Clytie agreed. "Ah, I almost forgot." She reached down and picked up a painting from the floor. "A housewarming gift for my new roommate!"

Mash blinked as the painting was thrust into her arms. "Oh. Thank you."

"Think nothing of it!" Clytie was already in the process of gathering up her materials.

Mash decided that perhaps she had been too quick to judge. "Let me help you with that."

Continued in Chapter 12: Death By Any Other Name

Clytie causes a stir by supporting a MoonCancer becoming the Assassin second. And Mash figures out very quickly that causing a stir, is pretty much what Clytie does. On a daily basis, when possible.

Servant Spotlight! Extra Edition

Name: Babe the Blue Ox
Class: Altered Beast (unofficial Berser-girl mascot)

Class Skills:
Divinity: C
Granted Divinity for the purpose of carrying a god. And for being an experiment. And for countering another divine beast.

Personal Skills:
Bull of Bunyan: A
Being the constant companion of Paul Bunyan has resulted in Babe becoming unnaturally resilient.

Argoknot Approved: E
Less of a skill and more permission to attend any Argoknot meetings held outside.

Noble Phantasm:
Gesundheit: B
A powerful sneeze that restores 100 HP in the targets (applied after damage).

Preferences:
Favorite Servant: Paul Bunyan
Least Favorite Servant: Rider Ishtar
Partner in Crime: Paul Bunyan
Hobbies: Eating, staring, sleeping, standing very still.

Name: Clytie van Gogh
Nicknames: Paint Boss
Class: Artsies (Club Boss, acting Extra Boss)

Equipment:
Sunbrush: A preferred paintbrush she always carries.

Class Skills:
Extra Authority: B
Due to the only other two Foreigners being members of the Royal Uruk Security Force, and the lack of a Boss for the Extra classes, she is also recognized as the acting Extra Boss. For now.

Personal Skills:
Keeper of the Club Codes: A+
All social clubs must abide by a mysterious set of rules that only she can recite from memory. Rumor has it she changes them on a whim, and it is up to the clubs to make sure they remain in compliance.

Paint the Town Red: A
There is a definite aura of instability around her, even while she is cheerful. As Servants cannot accurately predict her moods and actions, most approach her solely for the sake of official club business, and avoid her otherwise. Only another painter could truly claim to understand her.

Noble Phantasm:
Sunny Daze: A+
Staring deeply into her eyes is never advised. One could only hope to understand her, by staring from her eyes. And that is even less advised. To the point where her ability to share this gift, can only be seen as a curse.

Preferences:
Favorite Servant: Those who appreciate a bit of chaos.
Least Favorite Servant: Those who ignore inspiration.
Partner in Crime: Himself. Herself. Themselves?
Hobbies: Painting, being unconscious, helping others create.
Personal Quote: Can you lend me an ear? Hee hee.