@firstspears ／ starter call.
It’s a late night. In between missions, the command room is quiet and empty, the Chaldea staff having long gone to bed---most of them, at least. Enkidu does hear the scuffing of footsteps in the distance, meaning that some must be up and patrolling, even at this hour. They suppose that one of the good things about being a Servant is that none of the most powerful creatures in this complex need to sleep, although certainly some have taken to it.
Tonight the command room door has been left open. Enkidu lingers in the doorway, hand against the cool, smooth material of the exterior wall. It’s a marvel to see that humanity had grown such since their day that they could build such a marvel as CHALDEAS. The astrologer’s ring spins slowly, almost imperceptibly, as they watch, lit up an unearthly from the back by the impossibly heavy floating Spiritrons that make up its core. They do nothing but watch for a few long moments, staring unblinkingly.
A sound from just down the hallway has them perk up and tear their eyes away from CHALDEAS at last, and they lean back to see who might be coming this way at this hour. A familiar Servant’s face---Enkidu offers a smile. It’s that Lancer, the Irish hero---Diarmuid ua Duibhne, if they remember correctly. One of Master’s first Servants, actually. “Hello there, Lancer.” They also raise the hand that’s not keeping them from falling flat outside the door and wave at him.