"Let's get this over with." Jett suggested.

"No, please, don't mind me. I wouldn't want to interrupt your little soap opera." Vance replied, noticing Erik's puzzled expression shortly after. "It's a future thing," he explained, “Just remember, bucco: if your little brain can’t handle all these new words, you can always put a bullet in it.” Before the exchange could continue, the mage's phone started ringing. He raised his index finger and turned away to answer.

A few moments of silence passed as Vance listened intently to his sources.

"God, I love you." He made several smooching noises into the phone and hung up. The suited man faced the group once more. "Soooo, new development: a thing popped up at H-5." Vance elaborated to Rocco and the knights telepathically before speaking out loud again.

He gestured to the knights, "Violet. Blue. Warp over and keep a close eye on the coordinate until we show up."

He pointed to Erik, "You're riding with Rocco in Jett's car."

He slung an arm around Jett, "And you're riding with me."

After receiving confirmation from his pawns, the future king of the world stepped into his car.

He waited for Jett.

Jett snarled, "Let's get one tthing straight," he stared the suited man down, "You don't insult Erik, and you don't demean hhim either. Leave that to your own servant."

At the moment that the phone rang for Vance, Jett had felt a presence--something big, possibly another artifact. Vance stated that Rocco would be riding with Erik in his car and he sighed--they might not even make it to the destination.

But what made his skin crawl more than anything was the idea or riding with him. As Vance slung an arm around him he glared up at the bastard, shrugging the arm away and moving toward the car. He went into the passenger seat, crossing his arms and watching the servants do whatever they planned.

"This alliance won't last forever," he spoke simply, "Even if you have my parents. I'm not sure how long I can stomach you for."

OOC: A bunch of shit happened in Skype and so this post shouldn't have happened.

OOC: I've said before that people only learn of new artifacts once they're back at home. You guys wont know that this one is a thing yet

Despite his lack of understanding of what Piss Hair was trying to threaten, Erik managed to get the gist of what the fool was trying to say to him. He simply chuckled at such a weak attempt of intimidation, especially when it comes from someone who can't even fight well and honorably. Despite his lack of caring for the insult, he still appreciated the sentiment of what jett was saying. He patted Jett on the head and leaned close by his ear.

"The more forked a snakes tongue is, the more likely it is to kill a man behind his back." He whispered, standing up straight again. He stared at Rocco with a massive sadisitic smile on his face, and a blood-thirst barely contained in his own eyes. He lifted up his open hand to his "team-mate" in expectation for him to shake it. Rocco appeared to be a slender man, one who didn't eat enough for his own muscles to grow properly into manhood. Appearances could be deceiving however, and Erik made sure to not even imagine how weak the boy could be.

The overly sized man reached out his hand. Rocco shook it firmly. "I look forward to working with you."

Rocco could sense the bloodlust emanating from the man's body. His aura was one of pure rage, yet he had a smile on his face. The smile, however, was oddly eerie.

To be fair, in a situation like this, one cannot smile with real happiness. Vance had done something that Rocco really hadn't expected him to do, going further than he thought he could. But Rocco was stuck with him, and he would follow his orders, no matter what. He had come too far to change his heart. Vance was...

...right.

As Rocco took Erik's hand, Erik squeezed. He squeezed with all his available might as he looked into the smaller man's eyes with more rage than before, his eyes penetrating man's soul. He squeezed as if to break the man's hand as his arm tensed up in some sort of holding his attack back.

"Trust me boy, I don't look forward to it. If you try anything with me, be ready to die." Erik whispered, his voice filled with held back violence. After a while of extreme squeezing, he let go of the man's hand and started to walk towards the car. He hopped in through the hole that was once where the door was and sat in the seat. He grabbed the wheel by both hands and looked at his "partner" with a fake smile on his face

As Rocco expected, the man attempted to squeeze Rocco's hand. But Rocco was a servant, too. It was nothing more than a nuisance. If he had tried to pull the same thing with Vance, it might've broken his hand.

As the Eric walked into the car, Rocco smirked.

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"I prefer the word: eccentric. He seems to have left that part out. And the fact that they were three," Alistair sighed. "Or I may have been too ignorant to ask if there were more." At that moment he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Ah, respect," the gentleman nodded. "Sorry for assuming the former."

Alistair noticed the change in Isabelle's face. It was bordering annoyance. I seem to have annoyed her. It was the right thing to do! She should understand that. That close proximity, she could have stabbed me in the gut! He told Dimitri telepathically.

"Your wish then. It would be given to Jett, I assume?"

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Dimitri listened to the two squabble, albeit it being amusing, was quite inappropriate for the time and place. He gave Jack a smile and a nod before he interjected, placing himself inbetween Alistair and Isabelle, his suitcase shifted so that he could block any offense spell just in case. "Madam Isabelle, I would request that if we are to continue talking in such a polite manner to perhaps take it to a coffee shop or lounge of sorts as this cold, windy area is hardly a placed to enjoy. As we did come here for the artifact, not to chat. But you found it already. Now you said it only lasts an hour, so if you find the need to head off, then I say you should be on your way, I will not stop you. Though I would request to join you if you plan on hunting down Vance with this new power you have obtained as I have as you state, business with that man."

The buff must be a physical or magical boost to her or her servant. Fighting would not be a good idea at all. Dimitri spoke to his master telepathically, chiding him now as he continued, you should have noticed such and realized perhaps annoying her was not the best idea. I do hope you apologize. He still stood inbetween his master and her, just in case she decided to stab him in the gut.

Isabelle shook her head at Alistair's question, "I have not made up my mind yet on what I would do if it is I who am left standing at the end of this. I am uncertain of why you think that I would give it to Jett, when you hardly know either of us save for our alliance last night. I am not even sure of what exactly he plans to wish for, or if I can trust him fully, so I do not yet have a proper answer for your question."

As soon as Dimitri stood between the two masters, Isabelle cautiously took one step back. She was confident in her capabilities so much that she would believe that she was the most versatile master in the war, but even if she were to hold such a title it would not trump the power of a servant. Dimitri suggested that this location is not the best area for idle chatter, but Isabelle didn't mind. The cold never bothered her anyway. "I understand your sentiment toward Vance, but I highly doubt that I would be able to track him down before I lose it. You two on the other hand..." Isabelle chuckled, "I would prefer to not have to eliminate another master from the war the same way I had to eliminate Cesar, but are you two really worth sparing at the cost of this power?" Isabelle flicked her wrist, releasing a blast of electricity in her palm. "I'll admit, my lightning isn't normally that great. It might stop someone's heart if I hit them just right. This on the other hand, this could probably cause some real damage." She flicked her wrist again, this time creating a massive fireball that was slowly squeezed itself into a small ball of pressurized fire. "I'm not against the idea of helping you two with Vance, but I'm sure that Jett and I are pretty capable of dealing with Vance. What do you have to offer me in exchange for not using this newfound power to end your participation in the Grail War now?"

Alistair took a step over to Dimitri's left, to allow himself and Isabelle some sight of each other. He was grinning with an eyebrow raised.

"So the only reason why you find not ending my participation is my answer?" The gentleman placed both hands behind him. "I don't know what you want so that I can offer you anything. Whatever you said before, about your true reason of participation, is that you are here to protect its power from negative usage. From there, all I can say is that I will not use it for such, instead just free myself from my curse."

"Have you ever heard of the phrase: an enemy of my enemy is my friend? There is no harm in garnering more allies that enemies," Alistair exhaled. "I am sure you alone or with Jett you can destroy Vance but the boy has many things up his sleeve and if he is capable of murdering a child in cold blood, there is nothing stopping him from doing anything else under the table."

"So if you are asking right now, I can say that I offer my services against Vance," he said. "Everything afterwards, we can leave to the future to hold."

Isabelle crossed her arms and stared blankly at Alistair. "You insult me, Mr. Dunwich. I want something more beneficial than your teamwork alone. I have an ally who already shares a common interest in bringing Vance down. You cannot just expect me to allow your further participation in this Grail War without offering something unique in return." Lady Ashmourne rubbed her chin before snapping her fingers. "How about this. For the sake of me sparing you here today and forming an alliance with you and your servant, you are to tell me the extent of your servant's Noble Phantasm. The enemy of my enemy is still my enemy, and this particular one is not willing to display the slightest gesture of trust to ensure such a bargain could be met under normal circumstances." She shifted sideways, "After all, you are aware of both Jack and Rocco's Noble Phantasms."

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As Rocco expected, the man attempted to squeeze Rocco's hand. But Rocco was a servant, too. It was nothing more than a nuisance. If he had tried to pull the same thing with Vance, it might've broken his hand.

As the Eric walked into the car, Rocco smirked.

H-5's location was massive as it was desolate. The enormous ship once went waywards, venturing much too close to the shore and becoming permanently stuck once the tide went back down. Now it lays turned onto its side, slowly being eaten by rust as the city officials bickered with laborers as to who should dismantle it. It was certainly much too large to carry, or even drag back into the water.

This artifact was somewhere deep within the ship's bowels. But who knew what else may have taken residence in this place in the years that followed?

Jett was silent the entirety of the car ride, staring outside the window and staying as far away from Vance as he possibly could. He was lost in his own concentration and thoughts--how were his parents? How was he? He hadn't even taken time to rest since this morning. Not to mention, he began to wonder just how badly Erik felt about him for all of this. And how would Isabelle feel?

He exhaled, looking down and stepping out of the car. He stared at the broken down ship, in awe of its overall size. He turned to see where Erik and Rocco were, and would wait for them before he started to speak, "We go in, get the artifact, and get out," He said with an edge to his voice, "And then we'll discuss what happens next."

He closed the passenger side door and began to look for any entrances.

OOC: Sorry, Musical rehearsal is kicking my ass

Jack stood by Isabelle, sick of all the talking. Yeah, he wanted to make allies and such, but damn he was bored. He didn't say a thing during the exchange, patiently waiting for them to leave. At the mention of his Noble Phantasm, he smirked. That was one of the coolest moments of his life...Well, there was that one time when he jumped out of a building and...No, turning into a dragon was cooler.

The crooked smile remained on Vance’s face for the duration of the car ride, savouring his new ally’s silence. Savouring his victory.

The suited man brought the car to a gradual halt. They had arrived at H-5 and… what a dump. It seemed as though an artifact’s natural habitat was any crummy patch of land. Scrapyards, alleyways, shipwrecks. Ugly places. When he became king, Vance would ensure that none blemished his perfect world.

Jett hopped out of the car and Vance followed shortly after, “Don’t be a sore loser, bucco.” The mage slid his hands into his pockets, pacing toward his opponent casually, pompously. “We all have our weaknesses…” he narrowed his eyes, “Yours is just intelligence… and you're not the best fighter... oh-- and height.”