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....Elizabeth continues to stare for a moment. Somewhere in the back of her brain, she remembers that Einzbern homonculi universally possess white hair; it could have been dyed, perhaps to hide her identity, but then why leave the eyes exposed? And the other was just a normal girl. Visually, anyways. Which of course further emphasizes the already rather pressing matter of WHO IN HELL ARE THESE TWO?! One of them....might be a Dead Apostle. Which is bad. And the other....what is going on here? Why would she....unless the other was....oh, sweet Christ....if Avenger is just screwing her over, she was going to end him. Her. Whatever. And to top it all off did she say Harway? There's a Harway here? Oh, that's just great, no really, Fate, thanks so freaking much, that's exactly what she needs right now. Damn it all. At this rate the Fraga's and Bartholomei's would decide to show up, and then the Aozaki's would decide to continue their feud, and hey, why not bring in the 27 as well?! She mentally sighs. "Avenger, are we still clear out there? Are you sure you sense nothing weird in here?" And then, because really, this could have gone worse - she had confirmed what she came for, and more besides, after all - and at this point she was feeling pretty reckless, she stood up and spoke. "Um, hey. Mind if I ask why I'm not the only one sneaking into this crime scene?" Luck and Perception:
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Elizabeth's eyes widened in non-fake surprise; why so rude all of a sudden? More importantly, how to handle this little incident? "Sorry, I was just worried, seeing the scene so close to where I was going." She nodded politely and walked a bit away, smoothly slipping into a more tactical mindset. "Alright Do you recognize them? If not, a description, please. Do they look like they're trying to rob the place, or investigate, or what? And anything else you can think of. Also, if you could follow them, and look around the place while you're there." ....she felt a little guilty, actually, like she was being really rude to Avenger. But that wasn't important right now, so she put it out of her mind. Perception and Insight:
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Elizabeth allows herself to relax very slightly. Motioning for Avenger to follow, she turns and continues walking in the direction of the downtown energy signature. After a short distance, and making sure the man is nowhere near, she closes her eyes and concentrates. Perception and Insight:
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Three things for Watcher. 1: Important question: Are my (Elizabeth's) Command Seals reacting and you just didn't/forgot to mention it, or are they actually not going off? Second important question, related to the first: Are we doing that thing where we can communicate with our Servants telepathically? 2: Just wanna say: Both Elizabeth and myself realized from the get go that bluffing was unlikely to work; we both tried it to see if our respective opposing parties, you and ???, might go for it/fall for it, respectively. The glare was as much for being an uncooperative ass as anything; Elizabeth doesn't like Avenger very much yet. Let's not get into a fight, ok? 3: Quick apology: My person has yet to get back to me, I'm sorry; I'll keep trying. ![]()
Kate gave him a surprised look, which then settled into confused/sardonic as she mastered her expression and prayed she hadn't given herself away. She gave a slight grin as she answered, "The hell are you talking about? Master? Servant? We're in the 21st century, man. Get with it." She glances at Avenger with a "would you get a load of this guy?" look, seeing how he reacts; once again, she subtly feels the weight of a knife. Perception:
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Elizabeth gave her Servant a bleary, glare-esque glance. In the next few minutes, she would think of several decent responses to the needling, running the gamut from sarcastic to philosophical, succinct to long-winded: "I'm just not a morning person", "Since one of us didn't sleep, the other had to make up the difference", "Awwww, lonely?", "The sun is, functionally, in all ways as far above us as we are above microbes; I feel no need to adhere perfectly to its schedule", or perhaps even a rambling musing on the various possible causes of her not-a-morning-person-ness, including but not limited to long hours on most nights, low blood pressure, habit, or some Freudian whatever. At that moment, what came out was a tired and uninterested "#### you." Having deactivated the despised mechanism of her awakening and made herself decent, she moved to shove down something for breakfast. Poison Ingestion Avoidance Rolls: Perception, Memory (dat front page report, + Knowledge, I guess?): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 121d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 |