Lukas Adalbert
Days 2 - Morning
Fuyuki City – Centre District
Health: Great
Magical Energy: Great
Objective: Find Lead on Target!
[BGM ON]
Last night could have gone worse. Master Grimmwold could have just blown up the Tohsaka estate and framed me for it. Or followed me here and destroyed the entire tower. Or he could have set his servant on me. I may not have achieved all that much but at least I’m still alive.
That…
Really should not be considered a victory.
Anyways.
Apparently according to that waitress at the Copenhagen bar, what was her name… Neko? There’s a particularly helpful young fellow with red hair who’s hard to miss around a certain area of town. Constantly helping people it’s his sole purpose. Well, let’s hope it’s like it’s a compulsive need rather than something that’s going to turn into a hero complex.
On a more positive note, if his is constantly around town trying to help people then he should catch wind of various goings on. It’s not like I expect him to know the first thing about the magical world but all I need is a lead.
Looking throughout the room, I gather what I need before I head out.
All I need is a lead…
The walk is nice and calm.
The streets are relatively quiet in the morning, aside from the initial morning rush while parents and young children are on the school run there are not as many people around.
I can enjoy the relative peace…
Ok, this is rather dull.
Yes I’m busy here but I’m alone and despite the urgency of the task at hand, I can’t help but feel lonely and frankly, rather bored.
It’s different when I’m at my shop, coffee is a pride of mine and have always been content but…
It’s just more of the same day in and day out.
Just the same.
On the subject of other people, I remember the last person I spoke to before arriving in this place, I cute but clearly exhausted and slightly fish eyed lawyer and a promise I made. It may not do much but at least I’ll have someone to talk to when this is done and I’d have standing to do so. It may take a little time out of my morning but it would certainly help with looking like a tourist, I’d rather not encounter any other masters today if at all possible.
It appears as a large traditional Japanese household unlike the Tohsaka estate and doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb but then again, the Tohsaka’s have never exactly been a subtle household. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect but it more-or-less hits the nail on the head of what I expected of someone who apparently has some renown around here, larger than normal but at least with a degree of discreteness which is apparently hard to come by.
As I approach however, I feel the power of the field boundary.
There is a magic fortification here.
No tell-tale signs of elite mages, no elaborate specters, walls, curses or the like. But it is seeped into the land. An average magus who has spent years here.
It is a familiar school of magecraft as well, I can recall trying and failing to make barriers such as this myself. So therefore whoever is living here is a magus from the west perhaps or at least connected to the Mage Association.
Possibly a representative, but on the other hand possibly not.
Unlike the Tohsaka estate that had its defences shredded, this is still very much active. There will be no sneaking around the back. Just walking to the front door.
I keep moving forward.
And I knock at the door.
‘Have I seen him before?’
[BGM]
Out of the door walks not a young cheerful man but a worn down & middle-aged gentleman. He is posture is poor, slump and shoulders lax and a vacant expression in his eyes as if he weren’t actually looking as me. He takes a drag of a cigarette before putting out and giving me what I think to be his full attention.
“Are you looking for my son?” the man asks with a dry and gravelly voice but with perfect English. “He’s the person people usually come here for but you don’t look like the kind of people he associates with so either you’re looking for me or your trouble.”
Hey now, well this man has certainly jumped to a conclusion!
“Oh no, not at all good sir. You see, I just came to ask for help and I was told this was the place to go.”
“Really?”
He cocks an eyebrow and leans on the side of the doorframe
I nod. “Yes, maybe your son’s just very good at making friends. Not that I’ve met him, I only in town for a week at most and he was name dropped at Copenhagen.”
“Yes, that sounds like Neko…” the man grumbles barely audibly under his breath before pulling out another cigarette. “Urgh, anyways. Fine, since I’ll probably never see you again I can give one or two things but I have things to do so be quick about it’
Very well then
I think I’ll-
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