Makoto listened to this Maria lady for a few minutes, before suspiciously narrowing his eyes at her. [color=1ABFD6][i]'She's nuts.'[/i][/color] he thought to himself, holding his face in his palm. She had all the speech giving abilities of the 3rd place runner in an election, and a whole lot of delusions about...saving the world? Putting his hands at his side, Makoto's installed Caster class card re-materialized in his right hand, and his appearance reverted back to normal. Running a hand through his hair to make it a little more presentable, he beamed at Maria. [color=1ABFD6][b]"Mhm, sounds good to me. Servant Class: Caster. I'm Makoto. Let's all try to get along with this world saving business, or whatever."[/b][/color]

[color=1ABFD6][i]'This seems like a good chance to get cozy with some mages. You said they wouldn't like me practicing alchemy, right?'[/i][/color]

[color=FFC300][i]'Yes...it seems that, despite being an institute founded on education and knowledge, they keep their practices, and existence secret. You would most certainly not be welcomed warmly. They bear a strong aversion for the Caster class as well, due to their enhanced magical abilities.'[/i][/color]

[color=1ABFD6][i]'Alright...so, no doing alchemical party tricks in front of scary looking wizard men. Got it. ...Zosimos, if you and me fought a mage...'[/i][/color]

Before he could finish his question, Zosimos flatly said: [color=FFC300][i]'Fifty-Fifty. Depends entirely on their specialization. Despite being a caster class, I only have resistance to electrical mana. A death curse, or a sufficiently strong curse of any kind would destroy us both.'[/i][/color]

Scratching his head, Makoto figured his plan was still decent enough. Even if it was relatively short-sighted, it wouldn't do him any good to make an enemy of someone with the resources to hire goons, and run cleanup. Glancing outside, Makoto silently crushed the card in his hand. [color=1ABFD6][b]"Include."[/b][/color] he said, as an incredibly thick leather-bound book materialized itself into the hand leaving his pocket. [color=1ABFD6][b]"Juuuust a second."[/b][/color] he said, slowly approaching Maggie and Virgil, as well as the personnel outside. His posture was relaxed as he flipped through the book, the contents looking like utter gibberish to anybody not well versed in Egyptian...consequently, that made it all gibberish to Makoto as well. Approaching the three Ratatoskr men who were outside, he waved at them passively. [color=1ABFD6][b]"Yo."[/b][/color] he said, before standing between them, Virgil, and Maggie. [b]"Let's see here...Oh, this'll work."[/b] he said, before crouching down. His eyes were trained on Maggie and Virgil, and his breathing slowed.

[color=1ABFD6][i]'Visualize the immaterial. Breath in. Breath out. Empty yourself, then fill with the other. ...Okay. Magic Circuits, on.'[/i][/color] he said in his mind, as the image of wave splashing against a rock surfaced in his mind. The Magic Circuits within his body, having been activated from his contact with Zosimos, sprang to life. Though low in quality and quantity, he made up for it by having the mind of a master guiding him through every step of the process, every minute detail flawlessly perfected as he drew a circle in chalk before him. [color=1ABFD6][i]'Material Composition: Primary Carbon...'[/i][/color] a gargantuan list of materials swam through his mind, as dust from the ground gathered towards him, even rolling itself out from the bottom of the shoes of Ratatoskr's agents. Atoms reshaped themselves, bonded, divided, changed state entirely, until materials interwove to create...

...A...plush replica...of Xerxes?

Picking up his six foot tall plush, Makoto unceremoniously chucked it right over Maggie, the plush suddenly booming the pompous Persian king's laughter. [color=DDA0DD][b]"AHAHAHAHA!"[/b][/color] it boomed out from a small voicebox within. Wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, Makoto waited to see if that'd work, erasing the circle he'd drawn with his shoe. He just hoped that Berserker was really, really easily distracted. At least, to buy that Assassin card holder enough time to escape.