[centre][h1][color=00aeef]Ludwig Von Gravenheim Krauste[/color][/h1][/centre]
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Ludwig's ears were at full attention, the normally paranoid and to himself magus finding himself rather taken in by the stories and tales of Xerxes. This man held unknown knowledge that most of the world was oblivious to, except for the chosen few Xerxes had handpicked. yet, this man felt no pain or worry telling a stranger he had met merely a day before the secrets of his longevity or his lineage. The fact Persia held such a secret...well something felt very convenient.

Yet, his moments of enjoying his enlightenment were torn asunder by his sudden departure. Needless to say, Ludwig spent those seconds admiring the subterranean workshop the Persian doctor had set up. This doctor, saviour of lives and carer for the unwell, he sure knew how to work his stuff. He knew what he was doing and he was unafraid to do what he could to conceal his secrets and keep those around him safe, saving the innocent and ensuring the villainous got their ways. It was tragic in the sense. Ludwig only wished his morality compass could align the same. But, the grey in the black and white cared to differ.

Then his name was bellowed and it hit him like a sucker punch as he rushed to the church, staring at Xerxes. The war was afoot, someone had made a detrimental blow to the entire city. He cursed beneath the mask but was happy he had the mask. Knowing whoever was behind this, there would be poison and whatnot within this fire. If they approached it, they would all be at risk.

[color=00aeef]"Undertsood, Archer get as much information as you can and see if you can pin point any causation. If we can kill the point of origin maybe the fire will die. Xerxes, Suzaku, I would reccommend masks to be worn in this instance, we do not know what toxins are involved in this attack, gases hiding with the smoke and the such. I should also mention...there are materials of mine still hidden within a basement in Miyama town, beneath a bar. If the fire was to spread to them, I fear what the consequences could be..."[/color]

He went silent then nodded as he put on his large regal blue trenchcoat. [color=00aeef]"Shall we head?"[/color]

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[h1]Lady Trieu[/h1]
[h3]Miyama Town - Serving Justice
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The fire burned the town.

This little town didn't stand a chance as the warrior witnessed the flames change from the traditional sense of fire to a black putrid sense, something akin to that of demonic foulnes and god's own will. This was a servant's doing of course. The people ran rampant, there was conflict abound. After transporting at least 60 people to safety, trieu found herself facing the obstacle that would seem to be the worst of the problems.

Servants, ignoring honour and dignity, involving the innocent lives of the many in their egotistical brawl. A brawl, easily put aside, a brawl which to them eclipsed the horror and devastation that this town faced. She watched them on the rooftop, her ears hearing that distant BWEEEm of a horn. her eyes narrowed. A soldier was in trouble. Her eyes narrowed further as a frown and a snarlingemitted from her. Did these people have no sense of decency? Did their reincarnation kill all sense and thought within their already dim minds? She screamed as she commanded Nanyue to ride forth towards this display, rushing to the rooftop.

below the rooftop, the rumbling could be heard, the elephant stampeding to its destination. Directly below the conflict she arrived, standing atop her mount with a steadfast frown and a bellow.

[color=2e3192]Fire and devastation! Work of only a devil! A devil and it's company which serve only it and their own sellfish needs!"[/color] She unsheathed her First Sword. The Noble Phantasm rippled with it's effect. Those around her would begint o feel her whispering, slight images of her appearing in the corners of their eyes. her voice whispering to end this conflict, to face the reality of the situation. If only Trieu herself could hear her own words.

[color=2e3192]"I see you barbarians! Assaulting this lone warrior! but he will not be a lone freedom fighter! he is not the only one who cares for their lives over yours!"[/color] With that she pulled her arm down and sliced through the air in an arc, directly aimed at Jack and Shuten, hopefully getting them as the shock wave from her First Sword hurtled towards them, upon connection the thoughts of hatred for each other would spill into their minds. The thoughts to fight for themselves, for their own ideologies and their own beliefs. Not to crumble to the whims of others! The very thoughts that carried Trieu. She watched with narrowed eyes as she prepared to make her way up heir to show them the consequences of such foulplay.