Following the swaggering blonde is a figure of green. Yes, a figure who is wearing some kind of Lincoln green tunic, which itself is mostly covered by dark green cloak of some kind...said attire definitely being one designed to hide in the woods. Yet the Archer enters the room they lower their hood...revealing ginger, rather spiky, hair which has a fringe that covers the right eye, a left eye as green as the forest and a rather feminine face. This Servant is clearly a woman.
However said woman doesn't look so boastful as Carolina sweeps her long hair and introduced herself in such an arrogant manner. If anything the ginger seems more wary about those she'll be working along with, let alone who they'd end up facing against. "Are you sure we can trust any of them?" Archer ask, maybe she is use to backstabbers or something?
One of the Servants that Archer seems wary about is the other blue eyed blonde in the room. In a pair of dark blue trainers, matching tights that goes just above the knees and reveal her creamy white thighs that goes up to her blue short shorts, which itself is just below her blue zipped up jacket. Yet instead of returning Archer's gaze, the blonde Assassin with a blue scarf and matching cap silently looks at her sword.
"I'm coming, I'm coming Alice," was spoken out in response to Caster's words as emerging from her glasses wearing Master. Who is she? Her name is Rebecca Blake, she is twenty-two year old and, following her interest in books, she works at a library as a librarian. In small black heels, black knee high tights, matching pencil skirt and white blouse she doesn't look most impressive of any potential Masters. Why is she here? Because her colleagues told her she needs to learn strictness and signed her up into this game, not even bothering to tell her about some possibly important details.
However she makes sure to firmly stand herself between her Caster and this Berserker standing in front of her in a rather looming fashion. "Don't worry Alice, I won't let her hurt you," Rebecca tried to say as calmly as possible.
"Why not? My Servant can't help itself when it sees a bad person, regardless of if they're human or Servant," arrogantly emerges from a silvery blue haired seventeen year old wearing a black jacket, which does not cover her sleeves, and matching jeans. "I'm guessing that everyone in our team is already here, so why not you lot just introduce yourselves - Servant identities included - to the pair that'll stomp the entire competition," haughtily departs the lips of the punk looking girl...though she has yet to introduce herself.
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