[b]"...Traditions, my child. Traditions."[/b] The Voice of Change said to a way younger girl - most likely the youngest in the entire building - as a bunch of people actually made their way to take up on the [i]offer[/i] she had spoken about just mere seconds ago. [b]"Whatever. I get the whole snake-sealing business, and how it's important, but dead is dead. There is no 'victory' about that. Nobody is gonna 'celebrate' yet alone waste their time looking up all the names of all the morons who died."[/b] The rather blunt child replied swiftly, drawing out a sigh from the Voice. Ruffling her hair the older woman replied. [b]"It's good to be young, but you should watch your tongue around strangers, Charlotte."[/b] With those words, she finally turned around to the few who might have been waiting, ignoring the protest her young Apprentice was giving.

[b]"That's more than I expected."[/b] The woman replied in a way too casual manner, before continuing. [b]"Well, I am sure you have figured it out by what I said but... just to make sure... considering you are [i]disqualified[/i] when discarding the ring I gave you, there might be those still feeling uncomfortable with wearing it - for whatever reason. Thus, rather than simply having it on your body I am capable of [i]imprinting[/i] the same magic onto your soul. Of course, only until this Ragnarok ended."[/b] Turning her earlier, vague statement, into something rather blunt, she looked at each of them until her eyes rested on the blind one. [b]"For this to work, however, I have to directly connect to your soul, which is easily done through [i]closer contact[/i]..."[/b] Not even letting anybody assume anything dirty, she proceeded with a simple example. [b]"Like holding hands."[/b] 

With a smile, the Voice of Change now pointed towards a door that was further backstage. [b]"Now, if you would follow me, one person after the other. It's... better to do this under four eyes."[/b] With those words, as if some sort of command, four suited man came forward, each looking just like the other: Some sort of bodyguards, most likely, for whatever reason she needed them.

With that, the Voice of Change ruffled the hair of Charlotte - who had been silent the entire time - once more. [b]"Sorry, my child, but this is something I can not show you yet."[/b] To which she simply crossed her arms in annoyance. [b]"Whatever, just stop wasting time and get to it."[/b] And thus, The Voice of Change simply left behind the door, waiting for the participants to sort it out however they want.

The [i]experience[/i] behind the door would have been just like before, just tenfold more intense. While each individual wouldn't remember any specifics, outside of The Voice of Change holding both of their hands with her own and whispering forbidden words into their ears, they were aware that [i]something[/i] happened. And any attempts, how hard they may be, to actually remember, would end with a terrifying and cold feeling.
[hr]
Meanwhile, in the main hall, people were slowly doing their own thing. With most leaving, others gathered information and forged alliances and enemies alike. Under all those people, however, was one individual that made someone's heart skip a beat just by looking at her - and not in a positive sense. Despite her small statue, her face was nearly void of emotion, the most being something akin to disgust... or superiority? Yet, that wasn't it, nobody - except the blind one - could tell what exactly was up with this tiny noble and the butler accompanying her but some, weaker-willed people, were clearly greatly frightened just by looking at her. Of course, the small woman itself didn't seem to care about any of this, as she simply left the room. 

[b]"Mercurius van Alvensleben!"[/b] Another voice rung out, gathering the attention of a few Magicians and Einherjar still present. It was a blonde, tall man, walking towards another hooded figurine. [b]"Is that what you call a disguise, my friend?"[/b] He continued to speak, rather loudly. [b]"Please, why this charade, my dear friend?"[/b] With a confident smirk, he looked around, before getting even louder. [b]"For such highly talented individuals like ourselves there is no reason to hide, is there?"[/b] The loud man chuckled. [b]"I mean, let's be honest, [i]friend.[/i] We should just have an honourable, deciding, battle between each other. Every other Einherjar, not to mention those pathetic fools without a Seed, as far as I could tell aren't even worth the effort. Simply fodder. You and me, my friend. It is between us to decide who will call forth a Miracle."[/b] He laughed in a disgusting way, before looking the hooded man sharp into his hidden face. [b]"And I will crush you just the same, my friend."[/b]