After their talk Caster is most of the time silent. Each corner, street, car, bus and intersection are taken in. Blue orbs suck up all the information and route, the address is written in his memory. For now that’s the only information that’s high priority.
As they enter the apartment he scans around. Inside he moves, the allowance of his Master made it easier. It’s not like he wouldn’t do it anyways; He has to make escape routines in case they get flanked in the apartment. Masters are easier to hurt than servants, servants don’t need a door to enter a home.
The walk in the apartment is slow, a staff is in his hand and a white veil that tints the colour blue appears and disappears.. Gem after gem appears, runes he wield into the walls, floor, door and ceilings. A soft hushed tone of Irish and Japanese, blood drips from his fingers as each gem has a rune drawn on them. Some runes are drawn on the underside of chairs, bed, table and a few other props that could come in handy.
Most of the apartment now has his runes guarding the area. Setting it up, he heads back to his master as he looks at the arrangement of guns.
‘’ I need to set my runes in them. It’s good that you have something against the other masters but these guns will do almost nothing against the servants. ‘’
From his hand palm he reveals smaller, more expensive looking gems as he sets them on the table.
‘’ It won’t mess up the weapons. I just push the gem in the handle of the gun, knife or any form of weapon you will use.’’
He lets the staff lean against his shoulder. His staff is of white wood, wrapped around as a blue orb is at the top of the staff. A blue orb that reminds most of the sky, a sky that is sucked into a wormhole. A few flowers stick out from the wood.
‘’ After that I need to set up a few more things outside.’’
Outside he could pull some mana from a few places to stock some more up. Since his Master is nearly wrung dry when it came to magic he won’t bother his body. Caster is sleepy, yet he knows he has to focus now before he can take a nap.
Emiya watches calmly as Caster sets up whatever it is he’s setting up. It’s rather interesting, thought Emiya can feel the drain it’s taking upon his energy. “Yeah. Whatever you just did took a hell of a lot out of me. Give me a moment.” He’s tired, but there’s things to set out first before the energy depletion sets in. It manifests mostly as Emiya being rather dizzy, feeling more distant from his body than normal, but he can adapt to that. It’s not like he usually feels very centered. He moves around with a determined confidence to gather his main weapons. Three pistols, a sniper rifle, and a jackknife. He places them down on the table near the gemstones. “These ones are my main weapons. I’ll get you more mana in a moment.”
He came prepared for that, too. It’s no surprise -- he works with mages and magic so often, despite being barely a mage himself, that he needed to find an equalizer. Or just something to make him a little more useful for whatever his employers might need. In this case, it’s a large vial inside his refrigerator, full of a sickly-pink liquid, and a disposable syringe retrieved from a drawer in his kitchen. Not exactly a normal house that Ritsuka’s found himself in. If that weren’t obvious.
Emiya sighs and rolls the vial between his hands to reconstitute the liquid inside. It’s a practiced motion to tear open the syringe and draw a few milliliters of fluid from the vial into it. He reaches behind himself, tugging his shirt collar down so he has a space to uncap the needle and position it over his spine.
He doesn’t flinch when the needle punctures skin, instead pushing the plunger down and quickly removing the syringe from his back. “Shit hurts,” Emiya comments idly as his underused and poorly formed magic circuits are forced into functioning, energy skittering painfully along his nerves to spark open any mana reserves that Emiya has no conscious access to. But Emiya being able to access further reservoirs of mana would benefit Caster as well, an abrupt flood of energy into the Servant from his master.
He rolls his shoulders. Still moving. “Alright. That should be enough for you to go touch up anything. I’ll come with you outside if you want. If you need more mana after that, it’ll be another twenty minutes or so before I can use another ampoule without overloading my nervous system.” Dying isn’t on his to-do list, especially not dying from magic circuit overdose. He’s only got so many vials, too. Might as well use it sparingly for a while.
