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An exceptional hairdresser must always hone his craft. Finding temporary employment in one of Fuyuki's various hair salons was a tricky endeavor. Tricky, in the sense that up until recently he was an unknown in Fuyuki. The male's skills in his trade, however, guaranteed him a spot in this particular salon. At this point in time, the salon is closing for the night and Koujaku's the last employee here. A few weeks of laying low left the berserker feeling more and more on edge. It's only a matter of time before he, too, must enter the fray. The Holy Grail war commences and he has yet to make his move.

Initially focused on locking the place up for the night, a presence makes itself known. A potential customer? Another Servant? He couldn't be too sure. Pushing himself away from the now-locked doors, Koujaku turns to face the onlooker with a sincere smile.

Ryu had taken his time making preparations since finding his lodgings. He knew that he would not run out of his ninja tools so long as he was a Servant but still he found himself checking each piece of his equipment by hand. Even in life, the Dragon Sword had never dulled and likely would never dull, but even so the ninja did not neglect its care. The blade was oiled, wiped, powdered, wiped again, and finally oiled one final time before being replaced in its sheath. Standing from his kneeling position, Ryu replaced the sheathed sword on his back before replacing the cleaning materials into their case and setting it on a nearby shelf.

He had found in his time searching for this place that he could only maintain his spiritual form for so long without a proper master, so he would need to rely on his own abilities to roam the city unseen. And so, rather than exit through the front door of the apartment, Ryu walked to one of the windows looking out upon the city and, opening it just enough to fit through, slipped out and into the night.

Leaping to a lower roof than his own apartment, Ryu landed in a roll and came up running, sprinting silently and leaping swiftly from roof to roof, keeping his senses open to try and detect any opposing Servants who may be careless enough to not conceal their own energies as they roamed the city.

Nero, in her most humble opinion, was perfect in every way. Well, not every way. There was one fault and to Nero’s unending shame it was one that followed her as long as she wished to remember.

She suffered headaches. Not normal headaches that agonized many people, but skull splitting headaches that could bring down even the largest of beasts. Fortunately, Nero was far stronger then mere beasts and with great effort, she was able to suppress the worst of it and no one else was the wiser.

Unfortunately, even the strongest of people must suffer consequences for their actions, no matter how horrible it may be. Her action; she had a glass or two or ten more then she meant to. It was suppose to be a celebratory drink. One to commemorate the new Holy Grail War. Nevertheless, Nero had far too much to drink. The consequence? She woke up with a massive hangover. Coupled with her normal constant headache, Nero was in untold agony. Even worse, her normal migraine medicine was out so she was forced to go outside and obtain some more. 

How simply lovely.

She just couldn't, couldn't, remember much of what happened before coming here. Manaka and her wonderful prince had managed to be the only ones left standing, and she had returned home for a pleasant game of hide-and-seek with her younger sister, yet... what happened after that, really? It was a blur, but why, actually a better question. Why couldn't she see anything? Did this place disconnect her? Even though it was the Grail War?

She smiled, she really wanted to laugh. It was boring before, because she knew everything, she saw everything, but now it seemed, nothing remained. Odd. Peculiar. Interesting. Perhaps she could actually enjoy herself here, however she wouldn't let her goal be denied. Even if he wasn't here yet, she would fulfill his wish. He had to show up sooner or later, even if he wasn't her servant... he would always be her one and only prince. After all, true love will break through all obstacles. Stepping forward, what she needed was more information.

She would start with where her new home would be, as it was important to establish where her base of operations, so-to-speak, would be located. With what appeared to be a pleasant smile, she approached someone, anyone, that was around. Her visage seemed to shine for a moment, but if you blinked she seemed normal once more. A trick of the light, perhaps?