Late Night.  Dublin Airport<br/>Runway lights cast an eery sheen upon the slick pavement of the runway as a small passenger plane touches down.  The passenger cabin is practically deserted save for two individuals seated next to one another.  One of the passengers, a frail looking girl of approximately 16 years, with pale skin, silvery hair, and red eyes closes the book she had been reading before stuffing it in a carry-on bag labeled, "Izzy."  She looks to her companion, Zane Fortune, and offers him a warm smile, "Well, here we are, home sweet home. My family has taken the liberty of providing us with some accommodations. We won't be using the estate because that would be the obvious location for a base, though we are free to use it as a last resort. We can discuss any questions you may have once we get where we're going." She hesitates for a moment, before continuing, "are you sure about this? I mean, it's not too late to back out. Once you've summoned your servant, you're in for better or for worse."<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------<br/>Meanwhile, elsewhere in Dublin,<br/>Ryuuji Sagara has just finished the ritual to summon his servant at a location of his choosing.  In the midst of the smoke, stands Caster.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------<br/>Roughly midnight ish,<br/>A small explosion punctuates the rainy night in the suburbs of Dublin. Curiously, no one seems to react to the noise, as if nothing unusual had happened at all.  No sirens blare in the distance, no dogs bark, no one rushes to their windows, most sleep soundly, unaware of what has just happened.<br/>"Good, it looks like my bounded field kept the ritual contained," comments a young woman who extricates herself from a pile of assorted things in what appears to be a bedroom. The woman is dressed in raindrop camo-print, baggy cargo  pants, a black t-shirt, and a black cloth vest. What little of her hair isn't covered by a simple, red, skull-cap bandana falls in a bowl-cut style. The majority of it is dyed lavender, with a shock of green hair framing her left eye.<br/><br/>"Gotta say, I didn't expect you to make such an entrance, guess I should have expected it though," she directs towards Lancer. She slowly walks around her servant, inspecting her, as if appraising a car or a piece of machinery. "Amazing, to think that you're a legendary hero."  Her expression turns to shock as she realizes how that probably came across, "W-whoa, I didn't mean to say it like that. I just meant that it's inspiring to think that I was able to summon a legendary person such as yourself. Anyway, my name is Brianna McLeod, and if you'll accept me as your master, I vow to do everything in my power to ensure we win the holy grail war!"<br/>--------------------------------<br/>Deep in the bowels of the McFarlane estate, in a room that looks like a training dojo, Assassin finds herself in front of an old man in red robes.  Though his age is apparent, he looks quite healthy and vibrant, like a stereotypical martial arts master. He holds the staff in his hands with a grip that is in no way weak or feeble. Upon his head, he has a small copse of greying hair, though he is by no means going bald.  His face is very aquiline, all sharp angles and little warmth. Upon Assassin's arrival, a cold, mirthless smile crosses his lips.  "Welcome back, Assassin.  You may call me Caster, and with you at my side, this grail war is all but won. Do you accept me as your master?"<br/><br/><br/>