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[h3][color=red]Prydwyn na Airell[/color][/h3] [indent][color=green]Native District; Traveling[/color][/indent]
[@Paradox Witch]

[indent]As Prydwyn neared the Native District, he became privy to a few... abnormalities.

First was the huge riot.  It seemed like the denizens of Fuyuki were insistent on burning their own homes to the ground.  Second, speaking of burning, was the [i]fires[/i].  He found a somewhat decent vantage point to observe the chaos from.  What the Hell had caused something like this?  What had caused the gunfire, the desperation and despair?  What had caused these beings to cast away the shell of humanity and act as beasts?

Most of all, what in [i]God's[/i] name had left these corpses?

Corpses was a strong word to describe what Prydwyn had seen.  As was cadaver.  Any word that, by definition, described a body without life within did not fit the scene before the mage.  It was less of a killing and closer in nature to an abstract painting, done entirely in the red hues of viscera.  Two men, or at least that's what Prydwyn could assume them to be, had been utterly destroyed, their innards left exposed to the outside air.  He clenched his teeth tightly and suppressed the urge to vomit.  He'd seen death before, it was impossible to not in the hard, dirty streets in the States that he'd called home.  But this was... something else.

Was this what the Grail War was?

He shook that thought from his head and cursed himself for thinking it.  That was weakness, and one not shared by experienced magi.  He made to move deeper into the district, hoping his unassuming house had been spared destruction, when he was lifted and spirited away into the cool air.

"Vassal, if you must test your might, do not do it against mindless violence of the populace. Find worthy opponents and match them." 
 
Of course that's who it was.  Despite himself, Prydwyn's heart leapt at the sound of Lucius' voice.

He fought the accompanying smile.

[b]"Ah, Saber.  Forgive me, I was merely looking to collect my belongings.  But judging by the state of the district..."[/b] speaking this way was tiresome.  [b]"A bloody awful idea that would have been, eh?"[/b]  Somehow his hair became slightly more red, his general aura more unmistakably Irish.  Or maybe that was a trick of the light.  Prydwyn's features grew a bit solemn, much more sobered as the image of the gruesome murder flashed in his mind, but with his face on the dead man's, but beneath the horrors there was a distinct happiness there.  Happiness at the return of his Servant, a man who no doubt had not a single iota of care for his Master?  That was troubling.  His lips parted, and barely above a whisper: [b]"Thank you, your Imperial Majesty."[/b]

The moment passed and Prydwyn paid it no mind, hoping beyond hope Lucius wouldn't acknowledge that.  [b]"So, you enjoy your fight?  Don't seem like you took much in the way of, ah, [i]injury[/i]."[/b]
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