[Rainbowfox Ari]

Usually, Donovan didn't take drinks from strangers... or drinks at all, to be perfectly honest. Something, though, told him that the lady is on the level. He swiped the vial from her hand, and downed it immediately, making a face at the taste, and shuddering from the magical recoil. He'd known there was magic in his blood - there had to be, at least partially. What he hadn't known was that magic was capable of calling... her.

Once he'd swallowed the acrid stuff, he sighed, and crossed his arms, leaning his weight the left. He picked up the whole 'Bond' thing rather easily, and found that he could skim bits and pieces of information off of what the bond was providing. What he managed to put together was... well, odd. It proved his grandfather had not been a raving lunatic toward the end, at least. It also showed him that grandpa could have never wielded this much power and lived. The Grail had chosen HIM for some reason - although why it waited two and a half generations down the line was anyone's guess. The Holy Grail War - now he knew it existed, and he knew what prize there was to be won. His wish, his deepest desire. At least that was what he could glean.

He could also, now, read the random runic scrawls inside his grandfather's journal. Spells. The wording was right, but the phrasing was wrong. That could be fixed. He glanced around the room in semi-dismay.

"Okay, so apparently I've figured out how to use our Bond to glean just what the hell is going on. Now that I know, I have every intention of winning this War. ... Lady Catherine, right? If I don't miss my Historic Murderers. I think we need to start by increasing our station in life. This apartment is nice, but nowhere near either of our... tastes. There's a little chateau nearby. A delightful little place with a massive garden, and corridors of books. From what I'm able to glean, you devour souls to make you stronger, right?"

Leaning his weight in the other direction, a smirk traveled across his lips. How easily boredom turned to bloodshed. "I'd say a quiet takeover of some fancy lord or lady's mansion fits the bill to test out your powers, don't you think? Once we've got a bigger place, more fitting of both of us... we'll start planning how to take out the others, and win this War."