[center][h1]Wes Downgate[/h1][/center]

Wes almost breathed a sigh of relief. Crisis: averted. He smiled. His Servant was weird. Well-meaning, but [i]weird[/i]. I mean it's not like he minded, what with her almost literally bending over backwards to please him, but he had a feeling life with Tamamo would be interesting. 

Was he ready for it? Maybe. His father hadn't really been the "commitment" type, but the influence he'd had on Wes' life was less than the commercial for a box of Cheerios. 

Of course the question "what if I lose and one of us dies" hung over his head like a heart-shaped sword of Damocles, but Wes wasn't worried about that. At least, not like "really worried", he thought somewhat nervously. He'd planned far enough ahead to know that he had a winning strategy, and new ideas were popping into his head every second now that he knew what Tamamo was capable of. He was confident in his ability to win, with whatever methods or measures were necessary. 

"Alright, change of plans," he said, standing up and rolling up his sleeping bag. "We're renting a boat. We have to get as far off the mainland as possible. Tamamo, grab that rat!"

Wes pointed to a particularly large rodent trying to squeak past unnoticed in the corner of the shed. Once she had done so, he looked the wriggling rat in the eyes and

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With the rat incapacitated, Wes gingerly took it from Tamamo and placed it in an Amazon box with bubblewrap to cushion it. There was work to be done to make this a proper familiar, and this was not the place.

Peeking his head outside, he had Tamamo dematerialize. 

[i]Alright, I might need you to do some translating for me, so if we run into anyone speaking Japanese, be ready.[/i]

He then approached the warehouse supervisor he'd met with earlier, an American expat by the name of Bob. He'd been working in Fuyuki on a contract for his company for a few years after the divorce. This was to be his last season in Japan. 

"Hey, Bob," Wes said. 

"<Hurry it up! What the hell are you loligagging around for?!>" he shouted in heavily accented Japanese before turning to face Wes. "Oh, it's you again, kid. What, was the shed not up to your standards or something? I told you it was a shithole."

"No, the shed is actually quite fine," Wes said, putting on a smile.

"Well... good. Because you ain't getting the deposit back," Bob said, ready to get back to work. "Is there... something else you wanted?"

"Actually there is," Wes said. "That yacht over there, parked down the docks a ways away. I'd like to charter it for a few days. Do you know who I'd talk to if I wanted to make that happen?"

Five minutes and some light hypnosis later, Wes had convinced the owner to hand over the yacht in exchange for a rather generous deposit that had put him back more than $30k, leaving him with less than ten of the original fifty thousand he'd brought with him as emergency funds. Any more significant expenses and he might have to start skimming off the top of the accounts of the local crimelord, Raiga Fujimura. Thankfully, it seemed like for now he had everything they needed. 

"God bless you, Amazon Japan," Wes said to himself, loading the last of his boxes and climbing aboard the boat. "You ready, Caster?"

[Going to: I'M ON A BOAT!]

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[center][h1]Berserker[/h1][/center]

Then Berserker dematerialized, and all was good.

[Going to: Copenhagen]

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