[center][h1][color=Teal]Oliver Hallett[/color][/h1][/center]

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[center]Plaza San Francisco, Just Outside The Bounded Field-Covered Building[/center]

Oliver mulled over what the spirit had told him as they made their way down the city streets together, winding their way through the crowds which were parting around them much more easily than he was accustomed to. He could have sworn they kept drawing odd looks from the crowd, though why he could not fathom. A wraith, even one as powerful as this should be invisible to non magi eyes after all. He was undoubtedly imagining things, a common symptom of staying up to late into the night. Hopefully the coffee would set in soon and clear his head.  

He turned pursing his lips and giving the tall wraith a somewhat exasperated glance. Oliver had swung back and forth from thinking that the wraith knew something he didn't and thinking it was simply out of touch several times in the past few hours, now he was leaning once again towards the latter. 

It kept making up bizarre new rules. Now the daft thing wanted him to keep its true identity a secret, warning dire consequences otherwise and requesting that he instead called it "Saber". How was he to present his achievement and initiate a proper interview if he had to keep its real name a secret from his colleagues? It defeated the whole point! Once he had confirmed that there was no danger this was one request he simply could not humor.

Mr. Hallett was shaken from his introspection by a rather odd feeling in his chest. He realized with some alarm that he was drawing near to something quite powerful. Looking up he found that they had gained the plaza and were approaching the designated building. The building itself seemed to be a rather large warehouse looking complex. It took him a moment to realize that it was in fact protected by a bounded field, though one so weak that no magically attuned person could have failed to notice it. It was the people standing outside however who drew his attention...

A rather odd pair were standing before the doors of the meeting place, two dashes of blue and white among a crowd of plainclothes. They were both of them Magi. Or well, the small pale child was a magi, the other was...

Oliver realized with some alarm that he was looking at another wraith similar to its own. At some point along the line he must have grown accustomed to the presence of Masamune as he was once again impressed with the simple sense of power that the wraith was radiating. Clad all in skin tight blue the spirit was a tall dangerous looking youth with sharp European features and a gleam in its eyes that he didn't quite like. 

Oliver took a subconscious step closer to "Saber" as they approached. He found himself wishing he had brought his dogs along.    

The pale girl gave them a polite greeting and he returned it with a small rather strained bow before entering the building's foyer. 

Together the four of them entered the building.

The reception room had been made out like someone throwing a potluck, tables of sandwiches and other delicate lining the walls and far corners. A large rather ostentacious banner decorated the back wall proclaiming welcome. It was surprisingly empty, the lack of crowd betraying the small scale of this affair despite what affectations the managers wanted to put on. All told there were only three people present, though Oliver recognized one as yet another of these mysterious super wraiths. 

[i]Well, I have stepped into the lion's mouth now. No turning back at least. If it is some kind of weird trap hopefully the sandwiches are at least good.[/i]