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[purpleprose]

 because you can never have enough crossovers.

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[purpleprose]

[continued from this thread.]

[Rose raises her eyebrows at that.]

I had expected you to manifest as a Caster, actually. But I suppose the Rider class does have its advantages, the least of which is not that I don't have a driver's license. [She won't mention that her main modes of transportation in recent years have been a meteor and her own flight ability--neither of which count as inconspicuous.]

As for tracking, I wouldn't worry about that outside of this particular excursion. Asleep in one of those bedrooms in a Thief of Void, who should be capable of hiding our presence.

[gordianknots]

Naturally, I'd assume I would turn up as Caster too. Truth be told, Rider class is a pleasant compliment.

Very well then. If you're comfortable with me summoning my Noble Phantasm so we can get moving, or else have a car or something we can hijack, we can begin in earnest.

[purpleprose]

[A pleasant compliment. Something to ask about later, to be sure... if she recalls correctly from the information she's been able to collect without her Sight, when he was a Master himself he'd had a Servant of the Rider class--hadn't he?]

Please, feel free. I'd be ecstatic to receive a taste of your abilities.

[gordianknots]

--I'd stand a few feet back. I'm not actually quite sure how flashy this'll be.

[With that said, Waver makes a point to head outside, and onto a nearby patch of grass that is, at the very least, a good few feet away from the house. No point in causing structural damage.

He takes a deep breath, then pauses, as if knowledge he didn't know he had has popped into his brain.]

--Oh.

[Its a mutter, barely audible. He reaches into his coat pocket, face now put upon, and withdraws a vial of something silver and liquid. There's something else that comes out of his mouth, not unlike so that's how the fucker made it work.

The cork comes off of the vial, and this time Waver's voice is louder, although not shouting. In fact, it is admittedly bored:]

Right then. Fervor, mei sanguis, volumen hydragynum.

[There's practically no time between the vial being turned over and a sudden rush of clouds covering the area where Rider stands. He himself coughs a few times, batting at the sudden puff, until all of it subsides.

In front of Rider is a silver ball, wobbling, tentacle like appendages carefully feeling at the ground. Rider looks over at Rose, pleased, and gestures her over.]

It can transform into anything. How would you like to get around? Perpetual wave, vague horse like thing? Something else?


[OOC: God, yes, this took forever. Grail war stuff from RC has FINALLY settled and I have energy, I APOLOGISE FOR TAKING FOREVER.]