Ansgar did not appreciate being so suddenly recalled from assignment. He also didn't appreciate that it had been abrupt, being pulled through the Nevernever due to how hastily he had to be taken off station. Even more so, since he went from the arid deserts of the Middle East, due to rising tensions in the communities of the supernatural that swore sides in mortal affairs between East and West. He especially didn't appreciate having to utilize formal wear for the official meeting of the White Council again. Probably what was the only redeeming factor? The weather. It reminded him of home, he had not been back to Germany in some time, not since the Second World War had reached its conclusion with the death of Kemmler. That mad man, Ansgar remembered, gave the German people a bad name, and that was saying something when the hatred for Germans, transposed from the Nazi regime, still simmered in places. That was a fact Ansgar was all too aware of, despite lacking the traits of the Übermensch in the eyes of that old Reich. The fact he spoke perfect German when casting, and was most comfortable with that language, with Latin and then English last? Didn't help matters at all.

However, despite being lost in thought, Ansgar glanced up as the meeting finally began proper. He had managed to secure seating after an apprentice mistakingly got up to take care of something, rapidly losing his seat. One does not readily surrender their seat in this kind of meeting. He had nothing of particular note to say as things began, keeping his peace despite the presence of the Summer Court's mortal champion, the Summer Knight, alongside one of the wielders of the Holy Blades, a Knight of the Holy Cross. What warranted such guests that they would be invited? Of course, his question was rapidly answered, much to the chagrin of Ansgar. Heinrich Kemmler was back. Included in the shouting was not him, but he muttered loudly enough to be heard by those around him, although the German was lost on most of them. [color=598527]"Verrückter Kemmler ist zurückgekehrt? Scheiße, muss mehr von der Welt brennen, um seine wütenden Systeme zu beenden?*"[/color]

After order was restored, the orders and plan was put out. Teams were going to scour London for Kemmler before he could enact whatever madness he intended to use against the world. Of course, the meeting was ended and, before reporting to his team, Ansgar ditched his formal gear into a rucksack he had snagged before taking a Way to the manor. He was thankful to be outside, after all, he had access to his magical abilities again. Looking at their leader who had not yet ditched his formal wear, the now more casually dressed German wizard listened to what was being put out. He certainly did remember the last time Kemmler was around. He had been in Germany when the man was slain again, and had personally put some of his work to the torch. Dark times indeed, and the world thought the Concentration camps that had been revealed to the world had been bad. He spoke with a frankness only matched by his accent, leaving no question to his place of birth despite the long time not spent living there. [color=598527]"I was in Germany when Kemmler was active at the end of the Second World War, before and after his death. So, only one real question right now. Do we have a contingency for when London must be put to the torch? I've seen Kemmler's handiwork near the end of his last known activities, and finding him in London will take a god forsaken miracle, no offense meant Six-Weeker."[/color] It wasn't a nice way to speak to the French Knight of the Holy Cross, but it was as frank as Ansgar always was.

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"Madman Kemmler has returned? Shit, more of the world must burn to end his mad schemes?"
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