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    Caster of Blue
    16th of December, 2004
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    Quote Originally Posted by Archer
    “But before I leave… Lady Caster, I’m afraid this is a situation where ‘pushing myself’ is required, as much as I would have agreed to prioritizing a gradual complete recovery over hasty fixes. If I may ask, might you be able to allow my arm and leg to function somewhat better, nevermind their actual state of damage…?”
    The girl pursed her lips, her visor lens glancing towards Erika for a moment before looking back nodding. "If that's what you want. Stay still a moment," she instructed him sternly, and quickly untucked his dress shirt again, not asking permission before sliding her gloved hands under the shirt and against his bare skin. The cold fingers grazed his midsection, exploring upwards until they reached the pit of his stomach. Still looking up, Caster sighed, then put on a breezy smile.

    "There we are. Now, I'll warn you, Mister Archer, this may tingle..." She murmured as she planted her fingertips and thumbs around the solar plexus. "...Well, everywhere, really, but I promise it'll be in a good way."

    She paused. "Well, after the first ten seconds, at least."

    An open window.
    A silly dream.
    And with that, she squeezed her eye shut, warbling softly under her breath as she began to run electrical current throughout his spiritual body. "▂▃Surge."


    Wise up!
    Statistics:
    STR: D+ (C+)
    END: D
    AGI: C+ (B+)
    MGI: A (380/800)
    LCK: C
    NP: A

    List of Spells:
    Cellular Surge
    Rank: D
    A spell that could easily be mistaken for healing magecraft, but which, in reality, is an extremely specific form of physical stimulation magecraft, akin to Reinforcement. By focusing and accelerating the electrical signals in the body, Cellular Surge accelerates cell processes and boosts the body’s natural healing, due to the increased rate of cellular division.

    When cast, two [Minor Injuries] are immediately healed on the target. However, as the spell acts as an accelerant of natural healing, rather than a bonafide healing spell, it weakens the body’s natural capacity for regeneration, disabling the healing of Minor Injuries for the next two Phases. Wound healing is unaffected.
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    Saber of 『 』
    15th of December, 2004
    Night (Phase 1-3)
    Lee Valley Park

    The girls chat among themselves, talking of games and hiding and lunatics and whatnot, but I ignore it. None of that matters, not now, not anymore. I watch them speak and banter, but I hear nothing. I focus only on the man before me, a young warrior about my age with a presence of a lord or king— but a warrior nonetheless.

    Am I grinning? Forgive me; I can’t help it. They say a warrior must keep her heart like the still water, but I’d say mine was set ablaze. This man has a aura distinct even among heroes, almost oppressive in its weight. It presses down on all around him, sapping the strength of all by his mere presence. Even in a War as strange as this one, this man is an anomaly. A warrior without peer— that’s what I’m looking for.

    Show me how a real hero fights.

    “Well then, my apologies if I’m a bit rusty. Its really been quite a while. I hope you don't mind if I play around a bit…”
    He charges. Spear in hand, kicking up a storm of dust and snow and earth out of sheer speed, faster than any human eye can track—

    It meets no resistance. No force deflects the blow. Nothing stops it in its tracks. The girl barely moves from her position, an unmoving target. As if it hit its mark entirely, as if it could not miss. And yet…

    —I’m faster.

    I smile. “You speak of games?”

    Pay attention, Master. This is your first lesson.

    “—Then let us play.”

    No force is needed. No power is needed. No motion is needed. Divide the waters with your blade, and it will simply give way. I hold a sword in my hand now, a plain and simple thing with no name, but a simple thing alone is enough. All is needed is one touch to divert the path of the thrust, throwing it off course.

    Strikes have momentum, and it takes more to change one’s course at the full force of one’s momentum. True, he could recover from his strike before the snow sent flying would even begin to fall, but for a split second, he would have to recover— a fraction of a second longer than if I had completely stopped his spear in its tracks.

    A fraction enough for me.


    Like water, my body gives way to his blow. It flows, like the winds and rivers, a whirlwind that flies past the thrust of his spear. I close the distance even further, sending a blade screaming at his vitals. Bare distance separates us, close enough that I could probably touch his face.

    Please think about other things.

    “—Ah, but would you like somewhere a bit more private, to have our fun?” I smile again. “Or would you like to give them a show?”

    Wiseup - Saber
    Parameters

    STR (Strength) – A ⇒ B
    END (Endurance) – C+
    AGI (Agility) – A
    MGI (Magic) – C+
    LCK (Luck) – C
    NP (Noble Phantasm) – B

    Skills

    Ancient Martial Arts (Soft): A
    Proficiency in the martial arts of ancient China, dating from the Age of the Gods. Differs from the martial arts of the Age of Man. At this point in time, monasteries and schools of martial arts had yet to be developed, and most of them were practiced for the sake of warfare and military training. In this sense, they differ somewhat from the more well known “styles” developed later. The originators of the craft would be considered Huangdi and Chiyou, two of the founding sovereigns of China.

    They were, in general, split between “hard” (硬) and “soft” (柔) styles. Whereas hardstyle techniques counter force with force, direct and headon, softstyle techniques revolve around using the enemy’s force and momentum against them, indirect and seamless. It’s the latter style she focuses on.

    At this rank, the Servant can be considered to be an exceptional practitioner of martial arts, surpassing that of modern martial arts.
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    Berserker of Blue
    16th of December, 2004
    Night (Phase 1-3)


    There is honour in servitude, if there was wisdom in its terms.

    Apropos of the unfolding scene, these words rose from the distant past to the forefront of Berserker's thoughts. And while she did not think of her status as a Servant in consideration of such a thing as pride, there was cause to appreciate the binding power of words and therefore the good sense in one's careful selection of them.

    "As long as our goal is met, I will not object."

    She had spoken these words with the understanding that Freogan would pursue their common master's goals and keep her interests in mind in the Holy Grail War, and indeed he had given every indication both in his actions and character - if at times unconventionally - that those were his intentions. The caveat of his unorthodox methods was precisely what held Berskerker's tongue in this instance, else surely she would have had choice words of disbelief for the man's decision to accept an end to hostilities immediately after the first shots had been fired. And more than that, to then invite negotiations of alliance with casual disregard for deadly danger...

    Meeting Freogan's eyes, an unspoken entreaty in them, she weighed the situation in her mind.

    Berserker was no fool. She had come to understand that Freogan's seeming flight of fancy and outbursts of emotion served a purpose that the man was keenly aware of all the while. If he would, as he might have said, 'get chummy with the enemy', then surely he had an objective to pursue therein. Nevertheless she could not yet say she implicitly understood Freogan's intentions, which in turn led her to foster doubts where she could logically reason should be none. After all, she herself had asked of him to place his trust in her strength that Alexandra Chimeragenos had deemed sufficient; it would be unfair not to extend the same good faith to the man that was the Lord's trusted right hand.

    Perhaps it was a ploy. Perhaps curiosity. Perhaps he did have the authority granted to him to broker alliances on behalf of the Lord of Zoology. Perhaps... no, most probably, he wanted another beer.

    Whatever the case was, their action would technically facilitate the initial goal that they had set out to achieve. Her imprudent choice of words and the role she had assigned herself had been taken advantage of - intentionally or otherwise, it mattered little.

    Berserker could not raise an objection; despite that, she was not going to stay silent either. However self-possessed Freogan was he could still do with a reminder of what exactly they were dealing with tonight.

    "Well then, shall we get going?"

    The Servant identifying herself as Lancer offered an question that sounded more like an order to the mismatched trio. The leather jacket resting on her shoulders was entirely too large for her frame but altogether did not look as ridiculous as it by all accounts should have, the fur-trimmed details accentuating the Servant's affected air. The owner of said jacket braved the night air in a thin shirt as though he had no regard for London's December chill - or anything for that matter, seeing as he was standing near Lancer as though she was a girl he was chaperoning to an after-concert pub crawl and not a supercharged familiar that could skewer him in the span of a hearbeat. If there was some sort of point in his behaviour, she was failing to see it.

    But then again... hadn't he acted much the same with her as well, against her insistence that such consideration is wasted on a Servant?

    In their first meeting, Berserker came away with the impression that Freogan Deofolgeat was a kind man. There was no reason to question that kindness now. If anything his actions demonstrated the lengths to which it extended.

    However, to reiterate. She would not object, but sometimes the kind thing to do was to pull someone's ear.

    "Of course, by your leave."                                  

    "Temporary ceasefire, relocating to the northeast."


    Not bothering to break the coldness in her voice or blunt the edge in her words Berserker moved up to the pair of Servant and magus, placing herself between the two without a hint of subtlety and turning to face the latter.

    "Would you lead the way, Freogan?"

    She addressed him with an easy tone, but the flat stare that only he could see told a different story in very plain terms.

    Don't stand so close to her.
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    Akechi Tohsaka
    15th of December, 2004
    Royal Opera House
    Night (Phase 1-3)

    “So what is this person’s name? What kind of person is he?”


    “As I said, there is absolutely no…!”

    A deep gong echoed throughout the vestibule.

    Tokiomi let out a slight chuckle as the deep sound interrupted the rather lighthearted bickering between the two sisters. Pulling out a round object from his jacket pocket, the Tohsaka patriarch gave a slight tap to his pocket watch as he addressed her two daughters. Sakura for her part was merely watching Akechi and Rin with a soft smile on her face.

    “I hate to interrupt you two, but I think you will have to finish this conversation later, lest we miss the opera altogether.”

    Indeed. A quick glance at your surroundings made it abundantly clear that the gong was meant to imply the imminent start of the play. Most of the people around, who had previously been chatting merrily, handing in their overclothes, and chatting merrily, were now standing up from their seats and heading both up the stairs into the overhead booths as well as through the large wooden double doors into the main hall proper. Following Tokiomi’s beckoning, both you and Rin quieted, and the four of you rose left the cafeteria to enter the main opera hall.




    The hall, much like the vestibule before, was large and elaborately detailed, almost to the point of excess. Though, considering that it was absolutely filled to the brim with people, with almost all of the seats filled, perhaps its enormous size was warranted. Though you still weren’t completely sold on the excessive decoration. Either way, the crowd was… well pretty much as you expected. Suits and fancy cocktail dresses abound and composed mainly of folks with a… better financial standing. From the looks of it, one person had even bought tickets to his host of butlers and maids, who, along with their master, had taken up the entire balcony box located above you. A woman in the front row was wearing what could only be described as… a pleasant worth of feathers in her hat. It was clearly expensive, but… well, let's just say that it wasn’t the most aesthetically pleasing to look at.

    Another gong ran out, silencing the theatre hall.

    And accompanied by the shuffling of cloth and the dulcet tones of music…

    ...the show began.


    After some time...


    About thirty minutes into the opera was enough for Akechi to get a general gist about the flow of the opera. A tale about a faithful wife, named Leonore, who disguises herself as a prison guard in order to rescue her husband Fidelio, who is unjustly languishing in a political prison. Not too creative as these things went, but perhaps that was for the best. It was one of the classics, after all, and no-one came to watch operas for their incredibly realistic storylines, all things considered.

    The lead singer, a woman with long flowing black hair, opened her mouth, as the music started for, what seemed to be, yet another aria.

    You felt it a mere moment before it manifested.


    Suddenly, the entire opera hall was draped in an ethereal blue glow. A Boundary Field, no doubt, but it was on a scale you had never seen before with your own two eyes. Typically, most Boundary Fields were either limited in scope, being restricted to the size of a large room or a floor, or involved excessive casting time and prana expenditure, as seen with most Boundary Fields cast on workshops. This seemed to be limited by neither. Considering that you had detected no buildup of magical energy, the casting time must have been short. As for the range… not only was the entire massive theatre hall covered by the spell, so was the entire opera house. And half the street outside to boot!

    Your eyes fell on the rest of the audience.

    They sat in their seats, completely immobile, their eyes transfixed on the motionless singer on stage. A faint blue haze surrounded their forms, just like the theatre as a whole. Time Manipulation? No. Probably some type of spatial interference magecraft. From the looks of it, they were transfixed in some kind of stasis, completely unresponsive to outside stimuli. Interesting. Were their minds also transfixed? Or was that simply something that the caster didn’t care about?

    Perhaps it was a Grand Ritual? But such a spell should undoubtedly require a large number of magi to cooperate, not to mention you should have still…

    “I see our invitation was not for naught.”

    Tokiomi’s voice was all too calm for a man who had been suddenly ensnared in unknown magecraft.

    A deep voice echoed from above you.

    “Hmh. Despite her talent, that girl is far too impulsive.”

    A man in purest white calmly strode down from the balcony in what could only be described as a staircase of silver wires. His face was as if sculpted from the very marble of the balcony itself, for all the softness it possessed. Behind him, at least two dozen maids and butlers followed, impeccably dressed and walking in perfect sync. Almost doll-like in their appearance, they all had hair as white as snow and eyes of deepest red, reminiscent of polished rubies.

    You didn’t need to even hear the name to connect the dots.

    Einzbern.

    Hehehehe. It's not like we gave the little miss any other choice, no did we?”

    It took every fiber of your being to restrain yourself in order to not strike out at the sudden voice that appeared behind you, seemingly out of nowhere.

    It was an old man.

    An old man, with a wooden cane, dressed in what was clearly traditional Japanese clothing. Something that should have stuck out like a sore thumb in this theatre filled with suits and ball dresses. Yet… this was the first time you had ever laid your eyes on this old man. Hidden magecraft or a Mystic Code of some description? And that deep, almost raspy laughter…



    As unintentional shivers ran over your back, Tokiomi stood up from his seat and gave everyone present a casual, confident smile.



    “Well then… now that we have been so graciously invited to a royal audience, it ill suits us to keep our host waiting, now does it?”

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    Michael Blackmore
    16th of December, 2004
    East London - Creekmouth
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    Michael was silent throughout the 'treatment', not for lack of things to say, but because he'd been rendered speechless.

    Such audacity! And such composure! Truly, Caster and Archer must have been larger-than-life figures, to be able to say such ridiculous things so easily. Michael himself could never have been so bold as to remove his trousers before two professional acquaintances in public.

    His embarrassment grew, and for a few moments Michael averted his eyes, meeting Erika's and offering only a weak shrug.

    Archer's words, after it was over, dragged Michael's mind out of the gutter.

    Quote Originally Posted by Archer
    “Master, there has been some movement in the river, though it is unclear from here. I will immediately head back to investigate. The path from the river to here was clear, it should still be safe enough for you to carry Lady Kanzaki through.”
    "Hold, Archer."

    Michael raised his hand. He dared to sneak a peek and was exposed to the sight of Caster slipping her fingers under Archer's shirt, pressing herself up against him.

    There had to be an reasonable explanation. Probably.

    "I'll accompany you. If there's an enemy, I can stall it while you fire from a distance."

    What went unsaid was Michael's true concern, something he couldn't dare voice for fear of violating the pride of every knight: You're already badly hurt because I forced you into a close range battle you were unsuited for. Please, don't expose yourself further for our sakes.

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    Archer of Blue
    16th of December, 2004
    East London - Creekmouth
    Night (Phase 1-3)


    Caster’s magecraft was different from what he knew about being healed by … not just her, but magi in general. To harness lightning as a weapon was one thing, but to utilize it for curing? He had obeyed her, holding still as her cold gloved hands pressed against his torso, warning him about tingling. Never question a healer; that was one lesson he didn’t regret learning.

    Quote Originally Posted by Caster View Post
    "▂▃Surge."
    Still, no amount of pain or combat could have prepared him for the sensation of electricity running inside him, leading to a slight gasp escaping him. Even warriors could do little to train their inner organs.
    After a moment to familiarize himself to the tingling, Archer crouched down to unroll his hem; he’d assumed Caster would need access to the injured limbs, but even as his fingers passed over the bandaged leg, the stiffness seemed to be washed away by the prickling crawling under his skin.

    Quote Originally Posted by Master View Post
    "I'll accompany you. If there's an enemy, I can stall it while you fire from a distance."
    Archer glanced at his master with something akin to a frown. Their mission was to clear the way and to keep Lady Kanzaki in shape for her dive. The ladies were both accomplished magi, Caster even had quite a good aim, but shielding her master would not be a role suited for her. Could they still have some defensive tricks up their sleeve, or would bringing his master with him leave them far too vulnerable against further unexpected encounters?

    Standing up while rubbing his healed elbow, he flexed his left hand. He was still weak from blood loss, but yes, Caster had indeed mended him the exact way he asked her to.

    “Lady Caster, my gratitude for restoring my limbs’ performance.”

    With a bow to Caster, and an acknowledging nod to her master, for she must have allowed Caster to spend prana on him, Archer turned to face his own master.

    “Master… I too believe combining our talents is indeed an efficient way to battle possible foes, but to leave Lady Kanzaki unguarded, with no means of communication between us and them? It is not my place to argue if the ladies have no objection, yet…”

    Archer trailed off, a slightly concerned look on his owlishly tilted face.

    Wise up
    Healed Injuries:
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    [Minor Wound - Bitten Calf]
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    Michael Blackmore
    16th of December, 2004
    East London - Creekmouth
    Night (Phase 1-3)


    "I trust in your eye, and your arrows. With a good enough vantage point, nothing within sight will be beyond them."

    Michael reached into his pocket and withdrew from it a cellular phone, black and bulky and clearly meant to withstand more than a bit of shock.

    "If any threat remains nearby, it will be in the river. That horse made of water you mentioned - the enemy Servant might have left it behind as a parting gift to anyone coming to claim the leyline."

    He flipped it open and pressed several buttons in quick succession.

    "As for communication..."

    From within Erika's bag, a tinny rendition of a certain song could be heard.

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    Erika Kanzaki
    16th of December, 2004
    East London
    Night (Phase 1-3)


    First Archer taking off his pants and now this…!

    I think I could just die of embarrassment right now…. Why isn’t Michael stopping Archer? Why is Caster shamelessly copping a feel? Why did Michael have to call me right now when I forgot to change my ringtone?

    My palm collides with my forehead. I really can’t handle this right now, but I should be more focused on the situation… Deep breaths, Erika. One, two…

    Alright. The plan, well, there’s not much to debate about. I’m fine with splitting off from them—but to be honest, it’s for the better. Before Archer was taking off his pants I’d realized the folly of inviting an Enforcer to aid me, and with that out of the way… Well, I can be truer to myself, I guess.

    “I’m fine with those terms. I’m certain Caster can take care of me,” I say, hoping my voice sounds calm enough. “Just keep me informed about the scenario, we’ll try to assume a position where we can support you or secure a safe route to the leyline.”

    Hmmm, Caster, have you ever been on a boat?

    It’s not really something I actually consider on using, but maybe… Well, I can explain it to her as we split up.

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    Individual Fundamentals

    In the same vein as Aetherflow, the flow of a fluid can be made to stop, rendering it extremely rigid and solid. Generally, this covers a wall-shaped area of fluid. Primarily used to defend against physical assaults, it is no good against curses and the like. More creative uses are things such as walking on air or water or delaying something, such as halting the air inside a lock.

    Rank generally dictates the strength of the wall created, but also can mean size. When used on prana, Aetherhalt temporarily halts the effect of the spell, but does not do anything more.
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    Caster of Blue
    16th of December, 2004
    East London
    Night (Phase 1-3)

    Quote Originally Posted by Archer
    “Lady Caster, my gratitude for restoring my limbs’ performance.”

    “Master… I too believe combining our talents is indeed an efficient way to battle possible foes, but to leave Lady Kanzaki unguarded, with no means of communication between us and them? It is not my place to argue if the ladies have no objection, yet…”
    The girl gave a giggle at Archer's slight, unbecoming gasp, tilting her head and looking up impishly as she extracted her hands from his shirt and scooted back. Her expression somewhat suggested that was already payment enough.

    "Happy to help, Mister Archer. Just be sure not to make the mistake of confusing functional for healed. It's easy to forget, believe me," she gave a thin smile as she got up, dusting herself off. "I closed them up superficially, but it'll still take time for your body to be good as new."

    She cupped one of her gloves to her cheek, a gloved finger against her bottom lip, chewing on the tip of that finger thoughtfully now that she was finished. Michael's device quite interested her too - she understood enough to recognize its purpose from what knowledge had been given to her, but the schematics themselves were left frustratingly opaque to her. Then again, it was better to discover it for herself, in any case.

    I wonder if Erika or Miss Natsuki have a spare that I can take apart...
    Well, if not, I'm sure I can put it back together.
    Probably better than it was, too!

    While making plans internally, she externally nodded, making a thoughtful noise while still chewing on the fingertip. "Mm. I don't particularly have any objections, if Erika doesn't... The two of you will be close enough if needed."

    Quote Originally Posted by Erika
    “I’m fine with those terms. I’m certain Caster can take care of me. Just keep me informed about the scenario, we’ll try to assume a position where we can support you or secure a safe route to the leyline.”
    Caster nodded, plucking the finger from her mouth and folding her arms behind her head. "That sounds reasonable. As long as we're kept aware of each other's movements, two vantage points are better than one," she agreed, then smiled and tilted her head. "Does it always play that melody?"

    Hmmm, Caster, have you ever been on a boat?

    I've designed more than I've been on, but a few. Though, ah...


    She paused, a strangely sheepish expression flitting across her face for a moment. I may have a few problems with swimming, ahaha.
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    Archer of Blue
    16th of December, 2004
    East London - Creekmouth
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    Quote Originally Posted by Master View Post
    "As for communication..."
    “… Ah, the modern wonders of far-speech. I see, there is nothing to be concerned of.”
    The device occupied one hand, but that should not be an issue if he did his job properly.

    Quote Originally Posted by Lady Kanzaki View Post
    “I’m fine with those terms. I’m certain Caster can take care of me”
    Quote Originally Posted by Caster View Post
    "That sounds reasonable. As long as we're kept aware of each other's movements, two vantage points are better than one"
    Tucking his shirt in as he nodded to the each of the two confirming the plan, Archer stepped towards the edge of the container they had been standing on for the past minutes.

    “Well then, shall we head off?”

    And off he went, dropping from the edge, towards the river.
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    Arwyn Cadfael Penrith
    15th of December, 2004
    Night (Phase 1-3)
    Lee Valley Park

    “Why?”

    The innocent question hung in the frozen night air, suspended by silence, only to give way to an disruptive entrance. One announced by unearthly blue light and sparks of electricity, of a figure clad in dark cape and armor—and one that, with its appearance, took with it all of Arwyn’s preconceptions of the situation he found himself in.

    His eyes took in the confidently grinning visage, one that could not have been further from his own at the moment of silent consternation.


    “Boo, Saver. Boo! You were meant to stay hidden and watch!
    Really... Have you never played hide-and-seek before? You are meant to only reveal yourself if you are found, not before.”

    Hide-and-seek. The flicker of a callback echoed in Arwyn’s mind, bringing to mind an eerie echo of the situation of mere hours ago, similarly following the unannounced appearance of an otherworldly being. Just as it had been then, so it was now.

    …A Servant.

    But this was as different in nature of an encounter as the once-orderly apartment was from these frigid woods.

    Though it seemed no one in the situation paid further heed to the shallow ditch that in reality concealed a grave, it was not relief, but disquiet, that dominated Arwyn’s consciousness.

    That the young girl was clearly a participant in this “war,” with all its inescapable implications of bloodshed, was a fact he could not help but be troubled by…perhaps even unsettled.


    “Well, it can’t be helped if you got found out already.”
    “Show me what you can do! Go get em, Saver!”

    With that, the exchange of blows began. In the meanwhile, Arwyn seemed hardly to react to it, standing where he stood, slightly apart but still much too close for comfort—if he had registered it at all.

    One may not have thought so, if weren’t for the faint expression of concern betraying otherwise. A brief inner struggle ensued, his instincts to...do what, he knew not, but something, conflicting with the rational imperative to simply stand by and observe—but no, Saber had said as much. Her goal in coming here was the very act of fighting itself. It was not his place to question, nor to interfere.

    …It would not be right for him to disrespect that desire. It could not be right.


    Instead, he forced his gaze from the otherworldly spectacle of inhuman display, to land back on the girl and the two maidservants behind her.

    In spite of the earlier deterrent of the flinty-eyed maidservant’s reaction, he hesitantly spoke up again; this time addressing one of them specifically, the young girl.

    “If I may dare to assume, miss, you are the Master here?”

    Against all his inclinations, the earlier exchange between the girl and the armored warrior could only seem to suggest so.

    He held his gaze at eye-level, so that he could speak to her face to face; made possible by the distance between them, or it would have been necessary for him to kneel on one knee; and perhaps he would indeed have done so even in the snow. The tone in which he spoke was soft, framing his next question carefully as he sought to steer clear of anything on his part that would seem to suggest accusatory or patronizing intent, and yet wishing to know the answer to the question nonetheless.

    “…Was there anyone who asked you, or told you to do this?”
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    Night (Phase 1-3)


    I continued teasing Rin until I heard a gong ring out loud in the area. This is probably a notification for all of the watchers to proceed into the theater proper. Judging from the movement of people and father’s tapping on his pocket watch, I seem to have made a reasonable assumption.

    Quote Originally Posted by Tokiomi
    “I hate to interrupt you two, but I think you will have to finish this conversation later, lest we miss the opera altogether.”
    “You’re right Father. Missing the reason why we are here would be bad… Even if I’m personally more interested in Rin’s love interest at the moment.”

    Walking into the theatre room’s hall was like the vestibule. Overtly ornamental, a giant room, and… excessive expenditures of money. Case in point, I see someone who has brought all of their maids and butlers for no reason other than that they could. At the very front of them was someone’s very expensive and horrible impersonation of a peacock. The casual display of wealth displayed is concerning. It was almost like an arrogant Lord’s flaunting of money which is concerting. Worst case scenario, he might have to be silenced.

    I did a discrete motion for Assassin to monitor them. Better to be safe than sorry.

    Some Time Later…

    The opera was something I could understand. Even if I have to question the realism of the play, it was mildly interesting. I liked the protagonist’s initiative and her unorthodox approach.

    The lead singer went to sing her next aria when I felt my circuits suddenly turn on. Without even thinking, I turned on my circuits to counteract whatever effect was about to effect me. And whatever it was, it was big. The whole building was covered in an eerie blue as if I was wearing my new blue tinted sunglasses and the people in the opera house. Everyone was stuck perfectly in place, the lead singer was still preparing to singing her aria and in the distance I saw a drink flying towards a surprised patron.

    Time manipulation? Spatial manipulation? I’m not exactly sure because I studied general magecraft and certain people’s magecraft more. The scarier information is the fact that it had neither a buildup or limit in scope at all. Which means a large magi group casted simultaneously and in sync to build a boundary field or Grand Ritual like this even temporarily.

    Who could do something like this? Go over the facts we do know. Large group of magi, highly trained, however in sync. Clock Tower Enforcers are out due to varied training and synchronization. The Church militants are incapable of creating a field this big even if they have training and synchronization to do it. So that left only one potential group, our allies for the Holy Grail War the Einzbern and the Matou. And there was only one massively large group in this Opera House.

    Quote Originally Posted by Tokiomi
    “I see our invitation was not for naught.”
    “So Father was this what you meant when you were going to contact the Einzbern?”

    Even if I’m on edge by the sudden magecraft, I kept my composure. I casually turned around to see the head of the Einzbern descending down a stairway made out of silver strings. So this was Justeaze Einzbern.

    Quote Originally Posted by Justeaze Einzbern
    “Hmh. Despite her talent, that girl is far too impulsive.”
    Quote Originally Posted by Zouken Matou
    “Hehehehe. It's not like we gave the little miss any other choice, no did we?”
    And behind me was a man… That I didn’t recognize… Even if I wasn’t actively trying to search for people, I should have seen someone that sticks out like that. Especially in my general area. I resisted the urge to eliminate the unknown who suddenly appeared next to me, but I had an idea on who it was. If he was casually talking with Justeaze Einzbern, then this was Zouken Matou the head of Gendou’s family.


    Both of their voices felt off. Unnatural, inhuman, and lacking. A doll and… something masquerading as humans.


    Quote Originally Posted by Tokiomi
    “Well then… now that we have been so graciously invited to a royal audience, it ill suits us to keep our host waiting, now does it?”
    I proceeded to stand up from my chair and carefully placed both of them in an equal view before curtseying.

    “Good afternoon, I apologize for my impulsiveness. I will admit that I’m not terribly competent at magecraft but I will do my best to support the White Team with my other talents.”
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