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It was Ludwig's reaction that amused Xerxes the most. Resting his head in his hand, he watched the young mage reel at the sudden knowledge now at his hands. While he rarely told others just how old he was, a mere one hundred years still amazed in a way that satisfied. In fact, watching the boy's reactions all throughout were a bit of a blessing. Ludwig seemed to be the kind of person who wore his expressions on his sleeves, something Xerxes had once done. But by the time he was fifty he had long learned to create the perfect poker face. A little help from his dear friend Bahadur. Long dead by now, but that man was responsible for the man Xerxes was now. 

[color=fff79a]"You Ludwig, right now, are the only mage who knows in this war."[/color] Xerxes said, cheeks turned up into a smile. [color=fff79a]"You remind me very much of myself, so if I lied to you, that would be truly dishonest, wouldn't you say? But, you are not the only mage I have ever told this. There are a select few in Persia I have placed my trust in. They watch over my possessions while I am out and about. Should I die, my wills are extensive, and I expect they shall know what to do with my collection."[/color] It was clear just in the way that he talked that he had planned ahead in this case. Should he die, which was likely, he didn't plan to leave heartache behind.

[color=fff79a]"Then there were the few I met at the Clocktower. I was a teacher at one point, but it was a short lived career. I just couldn't stay in one place long. As for how I have lived so long..."[/color] Xerxes said, as if that explained so much. But before he could continue, he paused. A word had popped into his head. Something from Berserker? That word... [b]FIRE[/b]. "I-I apologize, Ludwig, but I have to check something. He grabbed a coat from one of the boxes he had littered around the room, and rushed up the stairs. His mystic codes still firmly attached to his belt, as if expecting an attack. But up there...

Berserker stood by the window, gaze drifting out across the distance. Across the river smoke could be seen drifting into the sky, and darkening much of the sky. The fire was just starting, and already Xerxes knew something was wrong. But he didn't move, he stood there for a moment, thinking of it. That was the foreigner district most likely. Let it burn. The Matous could suffer for it. But... [color=fff79a][b]"ARCHER! LUDWIG!"[/b][/color] He shouted, already making a move towards the door. There were valuables in the foreigner district. Keep playing the good doctor routine, say the right words, and he could very well find himself in a position where the Matous owed him. No, not just the Matous. The Tohsakas too. 

[color=fff79a]"There is a fire in the foreigner district! Archer, I need you to survey the damage. Berserker, Ludwig and I will follow. We have to be careful, the fire could very well be an attempt to draw out other masters and their servants."[/color] He explained as soon as the others had arrived. [color=fff79a]"You should find where your servant went. He may be in danger."[/color] Xerxes said, directing that to Suzaku. [color=fff79a]"We may need him."[/color]

They had to move fast.

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At the Bar... Not for long though. 
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Horse. Horse and horse. It was indeed as strange as he had expected. Without even a hello, his master had been kidnapped by the horseman with the intent to make him drink some kind of alcohol. Hopefully it wasn't expensive. Taking a seat, Roland let out a sigh, amused for the most part. [color=00a99d]"Horse man, if my Master dies from alcohol poisoning, I will make sure to kill you before I fade away, got that?"[/color] He declared, eyes narrowed, but a hint of a smile was telling enough that he was being playful. Just don't actually test him on it.

But as he gazed out the window, he turned to the foreigner district. Mind drifting to Olivier. What was she up to? Was she fighting the Matou master? Could she be fighting another servant? He was excited at the idea of it, and his heart skipped a beat as the first sign of smoke. That wasn't right. Standing up, he walked to the window, eyes narrowed as the smoke became dense, and his heart skipped another beat. [color=00a99d]"MASTER! The Foreigner district is ablaze!"[/color] He shouted, grabbing at the horse masked man. [color=00a99d]"I will leave you here for your own safety, but I must go stop the fire."[/color] He said, pulling his cloak up, and making his way for the door. Even if the flame went out immedietly, he was worried. He was... Afraid for Olivier's safety. The fire could very well be a fight, or the attack of a servant! 

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[u][b]Miyami Town[/b][/u] [@Froppy]

Roland tossed a bike aside as he crossed the bridge. Naturally he had of course been riding it, since it was easier than simply running all that distance. This was not the only bike he had stolen of course. It was the second. The first he had stolen right outside the pub, and had been half-way down the street when he snapped the handlebar right off trying to turn. These bikes were so fragile...

But as he looked upon the blaze, it had only grown since he had last seen it. Leaping onto a builiding adjacent to the flames, he reached for his Oliphant, the unicorn horn materializing into his hand. It was a curved horn, with a spiraled look to it like that of a shell plucked from the ocean. [color=00a99d]"Oliphant... [i]ROAR LIKE THE HEAVENS[/i]!"[/color] Roland declared, his voice filling the air, before he placed his lips to the horn.

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It was like a sonic boom. A blast of the horn echoed through the entire district, alerting all who could hear it. But the ones responsible for the fire? Their hearts were filled with fear, and they ran. The charisma of the Oni broke on all in the city, and nobody would be adding to the blaze from now on. But, the blaze was already set. 

The force of his horn struck the fire, and if it was a normal fire he'd had snuffed it out all at once. But that wasn't the case. But with luck, he had managed to curtail the flames, by blowing away enough of the flames from the force of his horn.