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Georgios, otherwise known as Saint George, was a few things. Rider class Servant, martyr, and dragon slayer but a photographer isn't something many would peg him for at a glance. Though he'd have to admit, he was far from a professional, it was just a hobby he picked up when he decided he'd like to capture moments of those around him or just sights that caught his eye, such things were...precious.

Which is what lead him to, like many other days, wander Chaldea's winding halls in search of anything that'd be worth a picture. He stops at a familiar workshop, the abode of Chaldea's resident Universal Genius. Even from the outside of the door, he could hear the Caster hard at work tinkering with whatever she had her mind to this time, which could range from something as simple as toaster to a weapon devastating enough that it'd have poor Romani downing coffee from stress.

Leonardo da Vinci herself could best be described as eccentric, not that she'd deny it any case. She never made moves to hide how proud she was of her inventions as they were always as stunning to look at as the woman herself, nor has she ever shied from flaunting brilliance, her current visage being the most outstanding testament to that, her body resembling that of one of her most beloved paintings.

Surely, she wouldn't mind if Georgios took a single candid picture of her workspace...

He knocks once, twice, before entering, a little surprised that she didn't look up to greet him. Either too engrossed in her work to have heard him or just not giving him a greeting, with the woman hunkered over a work desk facing away from him. Figuring it wise to not disturb her, he quickly pulls out his camera, fidgeting for a moment as he tries for a good angle before making a satisfied hum and clicking a button.

The snap of which finally pulling the Caster from her work, she whirls around to face him, expression easy before brightening up almost impossibly at the sight of the Rider and his camera.

"Oh my!" Da Vinci says, beaming, "Have I finally gained myself a paparazzi?"

Georgios feels himself flush slightly at having been caught out. "Apologies for the intrusion. I simply wished to photograph your work space."

"Just my work space? Well, i'm flattered!" She giggles, hand waving up and down. "Although... why settle for that when you could photograph a Universal Genius as well?"

"If you so wish. I'd would be disingenuous of me to decline after letting myself in." The Rider bows his head at her offer before hefting the camera again.

As it would happen, Georgios did not end up taking just one photo of Da Vinci, it was quite numerous. From the way the Caster practically preens at his camera, her enthusiasm was quite infectious. Da Vinci would take several poses, stating that her beauty, like her Genius, is Universal, and encouraged him to take many, many more.

The picture he took of Da Vinci's workspace was nice, of course, but was pale in comparison to the many photographs that came after. Not a single shot of the Genius was anything but breathtaking, appearing photogenic no matter the pose or angle. However, the shining star among all of them would have to be the photo where Da Vinci took the pose of certain painting. It pained Georgios to part with the particular picture, but between the some mild guilt at intruding and how utterly pleased the Caster was at the picture, it was a sacrifice he could make.

In the end, he didn't mind too much, the rest would make fine additions to his collection anyway.

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With a hum, Georgios opens his binder of photographs, flipping through until he finds his quarry- a picture of Chaldea's very own doctor Romani Archaman. He closes his eyes for moment, or rather, he should say, the late Romani Archaman; King Solomon. It depicted the man with his elbows on his desk, enjoying a spoonful of pudding as his looked at the camera sheepishly. It wasn't the only picture the Rider had of the late doctor; just one he figured would be best for the current situation.

Satisfied with the selection, he turns around to face the other occupant in his room, one Mash Kyrielight. The Final Singularity had since been dealt with for a short time by now, and the good doctor gone with it. Leaving behind some grieving hearts- like the Shielder before him, who was, by most accounts as close to being Romani's daughter as one could be.

Gingerly, Georgios offers the photo, holding his face to be as comforting as possible as the girl takes it from him with shaking hands. He says nothing but feels his heart grow heavy as he watches her bite her lip, eyes watering and fingers clenching the edges of the photograph. The room is silent- save for the Shielder's sniffles as she visibly tries to find the words to express herself.

"Sir Georgios, thank you. I..." Mash begins before her voice seemingly gives out.

He bows his head in understanding, raising a hand to pause any further attempts to speak. "You needn't explain yourself, dear girl, not to me. I understand."

Mash wordlessly nods, staring at the photograph for awhile longer before giving the Rider a teary-eyed but grateful expression as she leaves, photo held close to her chest. Georgios, now alone in his room sighs as he sits down and looks through more of photobook, feeling especially glad to have taken up the hobby.

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In all of Georgios' time of indulging his hobby, he has since learned that sometimes, careful movements and absolute stillness were integral for a good photo.

Such things he was practicing at the current moment as well, stilling his movements and positioning himself to absolute perfection; he'd only get one shot at this.

He breaths in and... Click.

The aftermath that followed after he had hit the button could only be described as chaos.

His muse for the day, Fou, the infamous bacon thief, bounded from the table and skittered across many more, his ill-gotten gains held squarely in his mouth as his tail twitched erratically in triumph.

Director Goredolf- the most frequent victim of Fou's crispy robberies, sputtered indignantly as he reached in vain after the beast before resting his head on the table with a 'thunk'. The furry creature had bested him once again.

Mash hurriedly took off after the creature, expression flustered as chastising words toward Fou left her lips while Fujimaru only shook their head in bemusement of the common occurrence and continued their own breakfast.

Across the room, one could see the red Archer and master chef EMIYA shake his head in exasperation as he set to make more bacon to soothe the poor Director.

All in all, not the worst series of events that took place after one of Fou's heists; everyone still remembers the dreaded day that Fou dared to steal from Penthesilea. The picture depicting the beast as he snatched the bacon, little eyes full of mischief, was certainly a magnificent one.

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It's not often, but there are times when Georgios has no recollection of how he obtained some photos. The one in particular that he stares in bewilderment at today is one that depicts, for a lack of a better word, a gaping void. Abyss is also a word that comes to mind- but the point is, whatever is in the picture looks bottomless and it makes the Rider involuntarily shiver.

No matter how hard he tries to recall, the Saint simply can't remember when he took a photo. Bereft of figuring it out himself, he decides he may as well ask around.

He asks the King of Conquerors; who simply shakes his head and laughs as he states the photo unnerves but excites him.

He asks the blackened Knight of the Lake; in hindsight, a fools errand, his reply being nothing more comprehensive than a shrieked out "ARRRRRTHUR".

He asks Tam Lin Gawain, otherwise known as Barghest to those closer to the woman; the large knight glares at the picture but gently returns it to the Rider without a word.

All other inquiries proved fruitless until he comes across his Master, who seemed to in the company of Oberon, said Servant's presence making his stomach squirm without knowing why. Pushing his sudden unease aside, he asks the both of them if they had any recollection as to what lead to the photo's creation. The Fairy Servant smiles in the response, something that, again, makes his stomach turn while his Master nods.

"Oh yeah, that one." Fujimaru says with a nod, "I had you and some other Servants engage in a sparring session."

Oberon gives a tittering laugh, hand going to his side. "Oh yes, I remember that day, we were on opposing teams, Sir Georgios. As I recall, I had unleashed my Noble Phantasm, the sight of which prompted you to pull out your camera. Guess you were so in awe, huh?"

"That's one way to put it..." his Master mutters while glancing to the side, "Anyway, yeah, that photo is of Oberon's Noble Phantasm, which as I recall also induces sleep. Maybe that's why you don't remember?"

Georgios' lips purse into a fine line at the given information. He recalls that he had seen the Fairy's Noble Phantasm before but...he always had remembered it being more golden, and in a forest no less, not something so, well, abyssal. His unease must be visible on his face as does his unspoken question as his Master glances away again, finger scratching at their cheek while Oberon gives him another smile- for a second Georgios swears the Oberon's appearance changes to something darker, eyes harsher. The Rider blinks and the Fae appears as he always does, tilting his head in something akin to concern at the Saint.

Georgios tries to make his pace not seem too hurried as he finds somewhere else to be.

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Georgios considered himself a patient man, a certain saying about Saints aside, he thought his tolerance for nonsense high, especially when it involved his hobby. However today he found said patience considerably strained and the cause of his encroaching migraine was one Elizabeth Bathory. Correction, it wasn't one Elizabeth- it was four.

It had started with just one, the original Lancer Elizabeth- she had requested his photography skills for a photoshoot. Something about Idols, even after all this time Georgios really didn't get what she was going on about but delivered her request.

It was just as he finished filling the Lancer's exorbitant appetite for being photographed, that the Caster and Saber Liz's showed up together, demanding the same photoshoot that Lancer had gotten from Georgios. His patience was still relatively high then, he simply gave an mildly confused shrug but ultimately obliged.

Lancer Elizabeth, unsurprisingly, had asked for more photos as he took Caster and Saber's, the trio eventually convening for a "Super Idol Pose". Georgios pretended to understand what they were talking about and once again obliged.

The Alter Ego Mecha Eli's had passed by at some point and Georgios quietly thanked the Lord that they seemed entirely uninterested in the photoshoot. The same could not be said for Rider Elizabeth. If Georgios had a rough enough time understanding the previous three Elizabeth's Idol talk, he was utterly lost with the Rider who only seemed to speak by singing.

He felt a dull throb blooming in his head but breathed in deeply and raised his camera again, surely, surely he could excuse himself after this bout of photos.

He was, in fact, let go in a way after that session- but only after once obliging the Rider as well as the other three again. Followed by more photos after when they somehow got more ideas for poses they wanted to strike.

With a bounty of photos that some of the Pirate Servants might consider treasure finally consolidated, the quartet dragon girls were at last satisfied, chittering amongst themselves as they marveled through their photos. A distraction that Georgios gratefully took as a means to excuse himself, although he'd passed the Pretender Eliza on his way, who'd stopped to greet him.

He would admit with a moderate amount of shame that he mentally groaned at the child's greeting, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't want any photos today; and she didn't, she merely had stopped to greet him before going on her merry way, leaving the Rider to chastise himself for such rude thoughts.

Once Georgios was well and squirrelled away in his own quarters did he allow himself to heave a sigh of relief, rubbing at his temples after he set his poor camera on his desk, idly noting that it seems he wouldn't be adding any new photos to his book today.

A notion that was proven wrong by the evening when he spied a set of photos attached to his door, four photos of the four Elizabeth's- in what he assumed were their favorite poses each with a stylized signature. Along with a fifth photo of the quartet together, as were their signatures.

Though the Rider found himself sighing again, he would admit that they were good photos and could find some gratitude (after pushing down his exasperation at the sight of the pink devils so soon again) that these could make additions to his collection.