Kanzaki Erika & Caster of Blue
16th of December, 2004
The House in Misty Village
Morning (Phase 2-1)
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The eggs sizzled on the pan in front of her, filling the entire kitchen with the sound of crackling oil. In the distance, the oriental Magus could make out the vague buzzing of the television. It was unlikely to be Natsuki, considering her tendencies to sleep in. No. There was only one possible culprit. Caster. No doubt that your excitable Servant was once again glued to the glowing box. Well, at least she wasn’t trying to dismantle it? ….right?
As you flipped the egg in your pan, Erika’s mind slowly wandered to the real thing that had been bothering her this entire morning.
The core, the anchor, that was fastening you to the sea of magical energy flowing into London burned almost like a star in your chest. Physically, it had no effect of course, but spiritually? It was almost overwhelming, even to a specialist such as yourself. And while you had gone to great pains to ensure that the flow of magical energy would continue uninterrupted towards the main campus… Holding it felt dangerous, somehow. Almost akin to a poor man finding a priceless diamond on the street. People who hadn’t even known Erika’s name would likely take note of her now, whether she liked it or not. And while your actions could be considered to be justified considering the circumstances…
There were individuals from whom even Alexandra Chimaregenos and Marisbury Animusphere couldn’t fully shield you from.
Suddenly, a calm knock echoed throughout the house, causing Erika to almost drop her spatula in surprise. It was a calm and collected sound, completely bereft of any urgency of any sort, but carrying an undertone of forcefulness that could not be denied.
A second of silence later, the sound repeated.
Gendou Matou & Rider of White
16th of December, 2004
Sanny’s Mini Market - East London
Morning (Phase 2-1)
Stepping inside the dingy little corner shop felt almost like salvation to Gendou as he felt the snowfall off his shoulders. The relatively soft snowfall of yesterday had been replaced with a far more thicker curtain of snow which made everything as wet and as cold as humanly possible. Behind the counter stood a rather lazy looking man, Indian from the looks of it, chewing on something as his eyes were solely focused on the magazine in his hands, Empire, by the looks of it.
Most of the cover seemed to be taken over by the huge red cartoon figure on its surface.
Walking through the shop revealed the selection to be… well shit. Crisps, coke, and all manner of junk food seemed to make up ninety percent of the products on offer. The rest was magazines and week-old pastries from the looks of it. Oh, and of course the “Two bottles of red wine for only 3£!!” offer that the nearby sign was not shy about advertising. Most likely because they were as close to the expiration date as humanly possible. The newsstand wasn’t much better, honestly. Gossip rags and tabloids, with a sprinkle of “adult” magazines on top. Despite the large “variety” on offer most of the front pages covered exactly the same topic. From the looks of it, a fire had burnt down the most Royal Opera yesterday, which had gleefully been picked up by every single rag in London. Horrible puns and bad references to the London Fire for most of them.
Or if you were the Daily Sport… “BOMBS ON THE ROYAL OPERA?! HAVE THE GERMANS STRUCK AGAIN?”
As he saw you examine the newspapers the shopkeeper finally deigned to grunt out out a couple of words.
“No browsing. You want something, you pay for it.”
Mori Shiori & Lancer of White
16th of December, 2004
Central London - The Ritz
Morning (Phase 2-1)