Not Entirely

"Oh yeah? Maybe I want to watch." You grin cheekily while waggling your eyebrows. "You know, enemy Serva...." Whump. You're cut off by a thrown pillow to the face. "Not now. I'm tired and cranky and you've got other things to worry about. Make yourself useful and start fortifying this place." She gives you a pretty credible **** glare and slams the bathroom door shut. A moment or two later runes begin to glow along its edge, marking her continued insistence on privacy. You toss the pillow back onto the bed and return to your astral form.

"'Not Now' huh?" You grin in satisfaction. She's already considering surrendering to your advances then. You'll continue to give her her space, like letting her pillow get through your Protection from Arrows ability. You very much prefer your women eager and willing.

The hotel is pretty standard in layout. You begin laying in a series of magical runes to protect against uninvited guests. A set to discourage curiosity and turn aside anyone who isn't invited, another set to warn against spirits or other incorporeal threats, and finally a layer to protect against direct magical or physical attacks. Nothing that will stand up to most Servants for long, but you don't need long to counterattack. You also familiarize yourself with the hotel staff, watching them go about their duties while unaware of your presence. If they begin to act strangely, you want to be aware of the change.

The sun is setting as you move unseen back to the hotel room. Bazett is curled up on the couch in front of the television, fast asleep with a blanket thrown over her shoulders. She's dressed after her shower, though her button-up shirt isn't done up all the way and her tie is draped loosely around her shapely neck. You clear your throat and gently call "Master, its time.

You're not the sentimental type, but once again your impressions are reinforced as she looks up sleepily, rubbing her unfocused eyes. Cute! It doesn't take her long at all to get oriented again, a legacy of her Enforcer background no doubt. She gives you a firm nod to indicate she's got her head in the game and stands up, moving through a short series of stretches that you shamelessly ogle. Despite her insistence on dressing to conceal it, she's got a very attractive body. Long, lithe legs, a well-rounded and exercise-tightened booty, and high, firm breasts that strain proudly against the white fabric of her shirt as she throws her arms over her head.

"Very nice." You compliment her honestly. She rolls her eyes and scoffs wordlessly, but you can tell that she's pleased none the less. 'Soon enough.' you promise yourself. You don't have any preparations to make yourself, you are literally ready to attack or defend at any moment, and your belongings are spiritually bound to yourself as projections associated with your legend. So you wait patiently while Bazett gets her clothing arranged, puts on shoes, and gathers her tube-shaped case to settle behind her shoulder on a strap. No doubt it holds tools or weapons associated with her magecraft.