[center][h1][color=Teal]Oliver Hallett[/color][/h1][/center] [color=Teal] "Wonderful!"[/color] Mr. Hallett smiled widely at the Spirits agreement to interrogation. He was making real progress already, and with what might be nearly indistinguishable from a real flesh and blood occupant of the 13t Century! It was nothing short of a breakthrough, both for magecraft and history! Reaching into his small napsack he fished out his [color=red]NOTEBOOK[/color], and began flipping quickly through the [color=red] SEVERAL INCH THICK NOTEBOOK PAGES[/color]. [color=Teal]"Remember, this will be recorded for posterity, so please answer honestly and without reservation. Ahem. My first question - and please feel free to take your time to clarify any point you wish - as I understand from our modern written records you were alive during the foreign invasion of your homeland by the Mongol leader of the day Kublai Khan and his Horde. This was naturally we assume a great shock to your nation and people at the time, with the Shikken in power and your military having been in a state of relative peace for the past 50 years how do you feel events would have played out had the famous storm not turned the tide in your countrymen's favor on that day? Please if you may, describe for me the general atmosphere of the time. How was it before the invasion? After news of it arrived how was it taken? And after the victory? We know so little these days! You really can't imagine how much of a godsend the success of this ritual is you know! Anyway, how do you feel the country would have handled a change of power at the time? And of [i]course[/i] I must add just from my notes herethatinmyopinion...[/color] [hr] The journey back to the apartment that Oliver had rented was a... strange one to say the least. At some point in his somewhat extended first question Oliver had noted the simple truth that there was not enough light to record the spirits answers properly. He had sighed sadly, the location had struck him as to romantic to pass up but nothing could be done. At least he had discovered, much to his alarm, that the strange spirit could infact leave the circle considering anchors keeping the entity in this reality were infact coming from the spells marked out on his hand. He made a personal note to get around to asking it about that in his second question. A relocation was necessary, so, somewhere in between his question on the subject of Hōjō Tokimune's rule and the subject of how pickled cabbages were made Oliver began to make his way back towards the city. Not one to lose time he continued his first question on the way back, climbing into his small car with his notebook cradled in his lap. In a way he was almost glad of the distraction, keeping active was a good way to prevent the mind from wandering. It was with a sense of relief he made it back through the apartment door to crash onto one of the high backed chairs of the apartment where he could continue his question uninterrupted... [hr] [center]Wednesday, November 17th 12:00 AM Urbanizacion Cruzpata room 6E [/center] [color=Teal]"... as I understand it at the time you lacked decisive leadership to quell the food riots of 1311, so, I suppose I must just summarize my first question by asking what do you think should have been done about the fishermen?"[/color] Oliver finally put down his [color=red]NOTEBOOK[/color] and looked up at the summoned spirit smiling expectantly. Then he blinked, rubbing his eyes. Was that sunlight coming through the window? How long exactly had he been talking? He must have lost track of time somewhere in between- The mail slot on his apartment door banged suddenly, a white letter depositing itself onto his floor, breaking him out of his reflection. [color=Teal]"Ah, pardon let me just get that. Take your time if you need to think it over."[/color] [@Raijinslayer]