Awaiting the call for the officer who was to be assigned to him, Adjutor is suddenly made aware of a very pressing concern. The last meal he had was ramen noodles. Yesterday morning.
Let's see...probably not going to be able to mooch some food off anyone here. No money. Going into this half-cocked sounds like a very stupid idea...
...We probably should've thought this through.
Well, we should have enough time if we hurry.
Are you seriously about to go all the way back just to get breakfast?
Do you have any alternatives?
Ehh...nothing particularly appealing.
Glaring at his stomach for a moment in an attempt to quell the growling, Adjutor looks at a nearby clock, then looks around for a moment before finding a nearby restroom. Making his way inside, he quickly checks if anyone might be watching before Reinforcing himself and slipping into the nearest shadow. The journey back to the Compound takes a few minutes, but Adjutor finds a familiar shadow soon enough, leaping out of it to find himself rocketing out from underneath the table he fixed last night, at an angle that sends him sliding across the floor.
It takes a few seconds for Adjutor to come to a stop, thudding against the nearest wall in a daze.
Okay, let us vow, here and now, to never do that again.
We probably will.
The saddening part is that you're probably right about that.
Then a familiar smell makes itself known as Adjutor pushes himself up to a sitting position.
"...Pancakes?"
Looking back at the table, he spots his hostess, sitting at the table with some pancakes on a plate in front of her, with the Spirit from last night seemingly being the one who'd served her.
...Heh. Probably should've expected that Servants could be actual...well...servants.
...I honestly don't know how to respond to that.
It could be said that Fate was a bitch, Destiny was a whore, and Karma was just doing her job, but Michael found himself instead cursing Lady Luck as he crashed down heavily on a...couch? Granted, it wasn't a particularly soft couch, but there were worse things he could have landed on. Withdrawing a few of his curses to the fickle being, Michael quickly extricates himself from the couch, looking around to find himself in...what looked like a rather cozy living room.
Looking around, the immortal found nothing of any particular interest, except for a girl who seemed like she might be a little cute, dressed up in some formal attire of some kind.
Hmm...Nobody worth fighting around here. Shame. Ah well, might as well find out where I am.
"Excuse me," he starts, "Might you know where I've landed?"