EMIYA SHIROU
The freelancer wasn’t comfortable sharing the specifics of where he lived, but he had no cellphone or email to provide instead. Besides, it wouldn’t be too hard to move somewhere else if needed.
“A small house, just one block from the city’s border. The easiest way to pick it out is to find the only skyscraper in that area, it’s abandoned and overgrown with moss and vines. My place is just a block down the street and has a broken fire hydrant directly across from it.” It was difficult to describe how to find, honestly. He had chosen his home precisely because it was so unassuming. Of course, calling it a home was being incredibly generous. It was closer to a shack and technically condemned, but he had thoroughly checked it over with his structural analysis and determined it wasn’t about to collapse on him. He also wasn’t able to cook his own food there, which was disappointing but not necessary.
The blindfolded woman leaned in to soothe her sleeping master and try to coax her off him, but in response she only held on tighter and mumbled something unintelligible. Shirou breathed in deeply in an effort to preserve what little patience he still had.
“Hold on to her,” he said, taking one step closer so the Servant could more easily take the purplehead’s weight. At that, he let go and reached around to where Sakura’s hands were digging into his coat, working to pry them off.
LANCELOT
Arturia’s knight stepped out of the vehicle with everyone else, following detective Barthow to the trunk and took his own set of boots and mask. He had to dematerialize his armor leggings to be able to slip on the boots, then reformed his armor back on over them. He held his gas mask in one hand, grabbed a flashlight in the other, and started after the other members of his team.
They passed the bright “DO NOT CROSS” tape and made their way through the building to the covered manhole they would be starting their expedition from.
ANATU
The ancient babylonian stared intently, listening closely as the woman gave her name… both of them. Anatu understood on a subconscious level that she had just been given another gift, a secret that had been lost to the ages. When Aisha asked if there was anything more she wanted, the girl shook her head.
“N-no! I couldn’t possibly ask for any more than what you’ve already given!” Then she stopped, averted her eyes, and shifted her weight awkwardly. “Well, um, could we meet again sometime? It’s okay if you can’t…” she trailed off, feeling embarrassed and a little bit ashamed for having asked something else of this woman. She turned to glance at Just, who was having a guarded conversation with some stranger. Fortunately they didn’t seem angry or anything.
KARIN ZARAZA
Karin had missed her target, but the gravity amplification had ended. Making out the outline of her enemy through the dust, she leapt out of her personal crater and rammed into the mechanical vanguard like a freight train. Using her momentum to bowl it over, she then straddled the armless robot, making it so that increasing gravity again would be a poor tactical decision on it’s part.
Karin smashed her fists into the machine’s face, again and again, with strength that rivaled the greatest of monsters. She pursued her relentless assault single mindedly, not noticing the unnatural dark clouds gathering overhead.
