Domino and Merlin quickly rolled the three dead bodies for anything useful, making sure to steal their waterproof jackets. They didn't find much more than the jackets and weapons the three men had, plain unadorned average swords, not even worth taking. They quickly left the rapidly cooling bodies and made their way even further into the city. Domino had no idea where they were going but she was pretty sure she'd found it when they came across the tallest building yet.
The building they stopped in front of had to be at least a dozen stories tall and relatively intact compared to the other crumbling edifices around them. Quickly walking toward the building showed no one nearby to guard the entrance and the interior looked temptingly dry. They quickly made their way inside to get out of the rain for at least a little while. The moment they walked out of the ran, Merlin cast a simple spell that had them all dry.
The interior was dry, but empty of anything. Their footsteps echoed in the empty hallways and all the rooms they passed lacked doors, allowing them to see the empty interiors. The place had clearly been completely cleaned out. There wasn't even a scrap of broken furniture or ripped cloth anywhere. It didn't take them long to find stairs and make their way to the second flood. Once thing all of them agreed on was that whoever made the place, made it to last. Even after being abandoned for who knew how long, the stairs were still sturdy and easy to climb.
Once on the second floor they made their way to the room that rested over the entrance to the building. It would let them keep an eye out for anyone else coming inside as well as Peter and Artoria. Merlin, the godsend that she was, cast a quick spell to set up an alarm in case anyone tried to come at them from behind. None of them were in a hurry to go back out into the pouring rain.
Peter grumbled to himself as he once again was forced to wipe his wet hair out of his face. He'd never really thought about it before, but his hair was an unruly mess. Now that it was soaking wet it loved to just hang in front of his eyes. It had been years since he's had a hair cut and even then it was just him taking a knife to his hair and slicing it up. Perhaps one of the girls would be willing to help him with that.
Aside from that, he was cursing himself even more for not taking the time to get protection from the rain. He'd been so blinded by the idea of an adventure that he hadn't considered what walking into a storm actually meant. He would have to encourage his companions to speak up even more so they could stop him from doing stupid shit in the future. Hell, even though he was essentially a god in the future, Nami was still willing to punch the hell out of Luffy for being stupid, surely his homunculi could do the same!
He glanced to Artoria at his side. She looked as miserable as he did, though she had the advantage of her long blonde hair being pulled back into a nice braid and kept out of her eyes. Then again, she was wearing a dress with strategically placed armor plates, much like Artoria from TYPE-MOON had. He could only assume she got the idea from his memories. She, unlike most of the others, seemed to take a lot of inspiration from the source of her genetics.
Artoria turned to look at him and gave him a small nod. Together they moved quickly and as quietly as possible. Just a moment ago they'd come across two armed men walking through the streets, clearly searching for them. They'd moved up behind them using the sound of the rain as cover. With Artoria's signal, they both lunged forward, their blades slicing through the air. Then, it was over. Two headless bodies fell to the muddy ground.
Artoria looked a little disgruntled at the sneak attack, but was practical enough to know that she couldn't always have a duel with her enemy. With the current problem taken care of, they moved deeper into the city. Soon they found the tallest building around and made their way toward it. As they got close, Artoria tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. When she had it, she point up to the second floor window. Looking, Peter grinned at the sight of Valaria waving happily at them.