Post by Gafe on Apr 15, 2010 23:46:20 GMT -5
Haneeve smiled at Mac's lack of words. He liked signs such as those that defined him, and whatever he did, as nothing less than superior. He had summoned Archer, she was the living proof of his magical aptitude. Archer, on the other hand, stood silently behind her master, curiously eyeing the girl standing in the ktichen, but more so taking in the man that stood protectively in front of Mac.
"Rider." She announced with a slight grin. After a small time in the room Haneeve had slept in, he had made sure to tell his Servant of the girl and her success in summoning another Servant. He hadn''t told her that much else, nor had he gone into great detail of how they knew each other. In Haneeve's eyes, Archer did not need to know a great deal about his life, she was just there to help him obtain the Holy Grail. Thus, Archer knew both people in the room not to be foes.
Haneeve took longer to take an interest in the man that Mac had summoned. Really, Mac's magical prowess wasn't nearly as big as his, and her Servant... well, he didn't have high hopes for Rider. But, he supposed, he would be able to contribute something while the alliance between Mac and himself stood strong.
"Good morning, Mac." Haneeve greeted, walking past Rider as if he was nothing more than another part of the room. "This is Archer, my Servant."
Meekly, Archer whispered a "Good morning."
"I, of course, appreciate the breakfast, Mac." He told her as they headed towards the kitchen. "As I've told you before, gastronomy is not one of my interests and, I'm sure, that must be one of your talents."
Several things happened before either of them reached the kitchen. First, a small ringtone - annoying too, what with high chimes and an upbeat tone - came from Haneeve's pocket. Where he kept the cellphone the Proctor had granted them with. Nonchalantly, he fit his hand into the pocket to retrieve the device. Archer's head, immediately spun behind. Haneeve dropped the phone inside his pocket, as his eyes opened in surprise. Both of them presumed Rider had felt it too.
"Master-" Archer began. "-yes, I felt it," was his response
Now, Haneeve came from a powerful line of magicians, he himself was no joke. He had potential, ability and natural talent for magic. His magical circuit was powerful enough to act as a billboard for other magicians (much unlike Mac's) to see and feel. But it was precisely this what hinted him, and Archer, of the intruder. Its magical presence was highly vibrant. It was as powerful as Haneeve's. Master and Servant had been taken off-guard by this approach.
Neither of the people present moved, awaiting an attack from every side. Naturally, they had no strategy for this cases. In the air, the tension was palpable. It was then, very ironic, for all of them to hear a slight knocking on the door. For a war it was... too civilized. Without consulting Mac, Haneeve made for the door, followed closely by Archer.
With a dozen spells at ready in his mind, he opened the door to see a blonde woman with a skin complexion similar to Haneeve's and a man standing beside her, lance in hand. Archer also stood next to her Master, bow strung and three arrows at the ready.
"Yes?"
"Rider." She announced with a slight grin. After a small time in the room Haneeve had slept in, he had made sure to tell his Servant of the girl and her success in summoning another Servant. He hadn''t told her that much else, nor had he gone into great detail of how they knew each other. In Haneeve's eyes, Archer did not need to know a great deal about his life, she was just there to help him obtain the Holy Grail. Thus, Archer knew both people in the room not to be foes.
Haneeve took longer to take an interest in the man that Mac had summoned. Really, Mac's magical prowess wasn't nearly as big as his, and her Servant... well, he didn't have high hopes for Rider. But, he supposed, he would be able to contribute something while the alliance between Mac and himself stood strong.
"Good morning, Mac." Haneeve greeted, walking past Rider as if he was nothing more than another part of the room. "This is Archer, my Servant."
Meekly, Archer whispered a "Good morning."
"I, of course, appreciate the breakfast, Mac." He told her as they headed towards the kitchen. "As I've told you before, gastronomy is not one of my interests and, I'm sure, that must be one of your talents."
Several things happened before either of them reached the kitchen. First, a small ringtone - annoying too, what with high chimes and an upbeat tone - came from Haneeve's pocket. Where he kept the cellphone the Proctor had granted them with. Nonchalantly, he fit his hand into the pocket to retrieve the device. Archer's head, immediately spun behind. Haneeve dropped the phone inside his pocket, as his eyes opened in surprise. Both of them presumed Rider had felt it too.
"Master-" Archer began. "-yes, I felt it," was his response
Now, Haneeve came from a powerful line of magicians, he himself was no joke. He had potential, ability and natural talent for magic. His magical circuit was powerful enough to act as a billboard for other magicians (much unlike Mac's) to see and feel. But it was precisely this what hinted him, and Archer, of the intruder. Its magical presence was highly vibrant. It was as powerful as Haneeve's. Master and Servant had been taken off-guard by this approach.
Neither of the people present moved, awaiting an attack from every side. Naturally, they had no strategy for this cases. In the air, the tension was palpable. It was then, very ironic, for all of them to hear a slight knocking on the door. For a war it was... too civilized. Without consulting Mac, Haneeve made for the door, followed closely by Archer.
With a dozen spells at ready in his mind, he opened the door to see a blonde woman with a skin complexion similar to Haneeve's and a man standing beside her, lance in hand. Archer also stood next to her Master, bow strung and three arrows at the ready.
"Yes?"