[center][h1][b] Team Black | Asheckalva Zabolruju [/b][/h1][/center] A normal man may have asked him why does he walk normally. Why does he simply trod in puddles and dirty streets when he could fly or ride as though he were nobility. Why did he walk instead of sparing the funds to have a comfortable drive? With his fortune he could afford a pleasant time and do well for himself even in this city that was driven into fervor and want due to its destitution. The golems that traveled with him were the only signs that he was anything but a normal man. Covered in drapes more suited for storage containers, and holding enchantments that repulsed those that could only be called normal. It was partially thanks to them that the streets happened to be so empty in his wake, leaving his path unobstructed, allowing the man to travel without a single delay. All the better since he was walking the entire way to take stock of the city. Potential places to harvest for materials, the simple flow and traffic. Of course the sense of its (suffering) business side was important. Money was a facilitator, and a means that was at times the ends for people who never were able to discover their dreams. To understand the flow of people was important for attaining success so one could in turn avoid dealing with them. Yes, to understand people was needed to distance one’s self away from them. A thing that sounded most contradictory, but perhaps not if one viewed philosophers and men with insight. The great author who wrote tragic stories was but one example of a pessimist who understood the nature of things. This man was no misanthrope, nor a pessimist. It was simply that it was tiring, a distraction.There were good things of man, terrible things of man. But that was not a thing that mattered as much to him. His was not the place of one who worked with others. He was the lone crafter who would make things beyond man, make things below man. The things of great power and wealth that walked like a strange vanguard, hidden and yet out in the open held a strength beyond man and yet were limited as creations of man. If humans were weak then let them make things that are strong. Yet as men fight each other what was strong will become weak as they continue to advance further and further. Civilization continued to advance and now the ability to destroy and create both has reached a grand scale unthinkable by any other era. Golems were a reenactment of the creation of man by god. An inferior adam. His Golems were the domain of an angel, a shade of a higher-order being. Beings that were both above and below humans. Such a thing could not be called a beast, such a thing could not be called god. To hang between earth (man) and heaven (gods) was to be a lone star. A beautiful and lonely existence that could see all of creation and understand what was beyond the mentality of both. In other words a keystone, in other words those who see. His golems were not people and did not reach that level of existence. Yet the nature was still in a sense the same. The path to all lied within the stars. Above humans, and yet not completely divorced. There he will achieve nothing. There he will achieve 「」 He had asked Assassin what they thought of his nature, of his path. He was both a product of the path, and a man who pursued it. Made to continue it and an individual who saw it as something worth continuing. He toiled for the future and yet hoped to be the one who would be the end of this line. Ah, Assassin was not a being he hated. Indeed, they were the personification of a composure and purity that could be appreciated by any true magus. There were those who saw the world for how it was. There were those who saw into the heart of things, and there were those who told others the truth that laid plain as day and hidden both. - One golem had already been present as his eyes. In the shape of a bird, it was a scouting model rather than one optimized for fighting. Or rather, it was a scouting configuration that was born out of a certain part of Bereshit. Through it he saw those that arrived. Through it he saw the worn down warehouse that was their meeting place. How unsightly. Yet there was no sense in gathering somewhere that mattered if they were not to take it as their workshop during their stay in the city for the war. His use of the masters clairvoyance help identified the different attributes of the servants. While not a complete view of their capabilities, or identities it was still a good measure. Together with that information he found that those that were gathered so far were a group of pairs that he found much to comment on. What seemed a member of the church, the knight who was most likely a templar. Accompanied by a Caster class servant she was likely to be fighting herself. He was certainly glad that he would not have to oppose such a thing. A woman who walked in creating ice so as to not get wet. What a farce. Assuredly not a magus. Perhaps a newcomer to the magical world that did not understand magecraft? A woman who was an esper? She was the most unpleasant right off the bat. There was the odd man who was certainly not one of the men he was told of. There was an odd bearing to him that he could not quite pin down. A hard to read man. But he could not tell if he would be a most annoying one, less than others. Then there was a child with the features of a jew. Quite frankly he was not sure as to why such a young child would come out here. One who should still be learning, one who barely would have inherited their lines magic crest. Well, perhaps she was an abnormal monster who simply remained, or became a child once more despite being old. But yes, who indeed was this young one that would come h-Oh yes. He remembered now. Yet he found that it did not dispel his confusion. A foolish quest of a child he felt. Taking stock of those who were present he entered in silence. The man made his entrance with six golems walking to his sides. Two in the shape of man, two as a strange creation with long spider-like legs and a center mass that was like a wheel. A final two that were hulking beings of stone meant only to fight. There was no need to introduce himself. With those golems his identity could only be of one man. Asheckalva Zabolruju. "This ice is an eyesore." he commented as it cracked under the weight of his creations. "I pity the one who wasted magical energy and utilized a mystery for such a trivial thing. One may as well burn their books of research notes for fuel for the fireplace if a morning was extra chilly at that rate." He shook his head after sending a quick glance over at the woman that he already knew to be the source. "But there are greater concerns. Let us begin. I am the master of Assassin. Once we have all gathered let us decide upon a place to wage this ritual from." To state the class of his servant now was both a waste of words and not. Others would come, but he would no doubt be asked by someone before they arrived. So he simply answered before that question would come out.