[ The halls of Chaldea are still a strange place for Jeanne. She knows that as a Ruler-class servant, she technically should only be summoned in order to regulate a Holy Grail War but this... this is different. There is no singular Holy Grail War, no battle between magi or even groups of magi. Instead, it's a fight to preserve the future of humanity and a battle to preserve its past, one which she knows she should not remember but finds that new memories drift into her mind the longer she is here. She had been there, hadn't she? At Orleans, fighting her darker self, she had looked into what she might have been and defeated it.
And now she was here. A place teeming with Servants, their singular Master, and all the staff that ran the place. Teeming was perhaps the wrong word, but it was a small facility and it was hard not to run into people. Part of her wondered how one Master kept them all supplied with Mana.
The thought is driven from her mind in an instant as she peers down a corridor and catches a glimpse of a girl with her hair in two long tails and that absurdly round hat on her head. That girl is familiar and it feels as if her name is on the tip of her Jeanne's tongue. Without thinking, Jeanne turns and takes a few steps down the corridor. She's slow at first, hesitant almost, then her pace picks up speed until she is almost marching towards the girl. Jeanne feels giddy, excited memories picking at the edge of her mind as she finally eases herself to a halt. Be calm, Jeanne. ]
Reunion - for Marie
And now she was here. A place teeming with Servants, their singular Master, and all the staff that ran the place. Teeming was perhaps the wrong word, but it was a small facility and it was hard not to run into people. Part of her wondered how one Master kept them all supplied with Mana.
The thought is driven from her mind in an instant as she peers down a corridor and catches a glimpse of a girl with her hair in two long tails and that absurdly round hat on her head. That girl is familiar and it feels as if her name is on the tip of her Jeanne's tongue. Without thinking, Jeanne turns and takes a few steps down the corridor. She's slow at first, hesitant almost, then her pace picks up speed until she is almost marching towards the girl. Jeanne feels giddy, excited memories picking at the edge of her mind as she finally
eases herself to a halt. Be calm, Jeanne. ]
Excuse me. I think... I think I know you.