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[h2]Anastasia Alexandrovna Voronin[/h2]
[h3][i]Foreigner’s Graveyard, Shinto[/i][/h3][/center]

“Ooh, what is this?”

Curious, so very, very curious. She hadn’t really expected to meet yet [i]another[/i] fellow under these circumstances — a tad too presumptuous, considering that her reason to come could have probably applied to any necromancer worth the name, but her surprise at learning just who she had summoned had left her with the notion that there would not be another such coincidence.

Still, it was far from a bad thing — there was always that healthy sense of competition whenever she met a fellow practitioner, and this would doubtlessly be an interesting way to start the night off. Peering through the eyes of her familiars, she observed the approaching forces as her own pets moved toward the graveyard.

Hmm, now, what was the welcoming committee comprised of, again? She could distinguish a few normal ones, but also. . .oh.

Oh, that dog [i]could[/i] be a problem. Her smile widened and she giggled into her hand. Seeing as neither magus nor Servant were around from what she could perceive, it would actually be a fight if her pets were to be pitted against them. She had chosen to just send some that had been idling around — no more than five — since it was supposed to be scouting and retrieving materials, but she was glad to have sent an specialized one — it would give her the chance to gather information and get a show, since the things she required for further preparations would still take a while.

Besides, it was so earnest an attempt she just could not bear not to watch it.

“Well then, kindly show me what you’ve gotten up to.”
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[center][h2]Z-Team Alpha[/h2]
[h3][i]Near the Graveyard, Shinto Church[/i][/h3][/center]

They stilled without warning, vacant eyes turning to observe the sight that greeted them uphill. Originally, their orders had been to secure bodies and resources for their mistress to use, but that had now changed to ‘battle the creatures approaching from the church’.

One or the other meant little to them. If the orders changed, they would adapt to complete them regardless — after all, they had not been given any capacities beyond what Anastasia had deemed ‘necessary’ for them to function and perform in their allotted tasks — all else was secondary. One in particular, clad in what looked to be a heavy coat, approached to the forefront.

It was tall — particularly so compared to its companions, and more than a little bulky, yet when it shed the coat, the head looked disproportionately small compared to the body, fitting a more normal-sized fellow. However, the most eye-catching thing was. . .

—The stupendously ugly scar that ran from its neck to the base of the abdomen, almost as if it had suffered some particularly grievous accident. Its arms were spindly — altogether too thin, giving it a disproportionate appearance on every level, and its hands could hardly be called such, resembling more claws made out of bone.

They moved then, it ran them over the scar, settling over it for a second before the pinions [i]dug[/i].

There was no blood, there were no screams — the flesh parted for them and the moving corpse forced its torso open, but no viscera spilled out. It had been fully hollowed of anything that had been deemed unneeded, and in its place. . .

Like a macabre jack-in-the-box, more claws appeared, this time from the inside, as if seeking to hurry the process along. The entire torso parted down the middle, opening up like a wardrobe to reveal four more pairs of such extremities folded within. The mess of limbs disentangled as the monster stepped forward, its face the perfect picture of serenity as bones clicked into place.

its companions would help, of course, and his main target was the wolf that had earned the interest of their Mistress, but if any chose to approach it, it would kill them all the same.

[@EnterTheHero]