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Abe no Seimei
Parc de la Villete, Canal District
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Escape was indeed the wisest idea on the intruders part. 

It was not something that would go pursued, just not by himself personally. He had his own servants for such matters. 

Formless Shiki-no-kami, spirits drawn from the land; expressions of ideas, forces of nature, hidden in [i]shinkai[/i]. The art of binding one to the will of the caster was something that took years to truly master without error. Error was not something Abe no Seimei had to be concerned about. Were [i]Byakko[/i], [i]Seiryu[/i], or the [i]Heavenly Ocean Tenkou[/i] with him... it would all be over already, but alas. It's simply too much to ask for a fraudulent device to retain the summit of his Magecraft. 

The one bound for the simple task of spying was a being which could have been called a 'fragment' of Paris' pride -- loud, old and somewhat riddled with dementia in recent years. A bit of human nature which had, in and of itself, become nature. Without shape, it ranted and raved about being 'the emperor', being 'the president', and then back to 'the emperor'. Then it was a 'prince-president'. It simply could not make up its mind. 

Something about invading the land of Russia too. Ill advised, but Caster would give the spirit a Russia to hound. 

While the spirit was formless, he was nonetheless able to perceive it -- such was the gift of his eyes, granting him vision of what was the 'truth'. A shadowy body, more akin to a hunched and masked [i]Nue[/i] than a man, wearing loud golden epaulettes, something between a tricorn and a crown upon its masked head, the latter of which could only really be described as 'mixed in mood'.

"[color=a187be][b]Go,[/b][/color]" he commanded the creature, and it went, slipping back into the world of shinkai, in pursuit of the brutish intruder and their similarly daft Master. From then on he would operate as if all others had seen his warning: Intruding upon the territory of Abe no Seimei was unwise. The land was his -- not merely his and the Master's joint workshop, but beyond it too. 

Let them squabble and skirmish for a false system and an equally false wish. He had his own goals to attend to. 

'I will applaud where it is due. She did manage to fend of the most lasting effects of my work, but a human mind is a human mind, Magus or no. Hopefully a lesson has been learned here today,' the Caster communicated to his Master, the smug tone of it making his praise sound dishonest in nature. Like one appraising a cute animal's failure, more than anything else. [i]'[color=a187be]Now, what to do with the others? I can't say I'm fond of inviting people into our little getaway, but...[/color]'[/i] Caster moped, pursing his lips together. 

The idea of working with people other than his given partner and the scion of the Minamoto was giving him a headache already.

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Ahez
Palais Omnisports de Paris, Bercy, Residential District
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"[color=f49ac2]Anyway, I'm the Magnificent Ahez! But you, Assassin, can call me Princess, Shadow Antoinette, or Master, or Buddy, or Ahez. Whatever work, really![/color]"

The introduction was a brief one, but Assassin had said it himself -- she was not to disappoint him. Upon spotting his first 'disguise', the undeniable King of Knights, she had almost puked on the floor from the very prospect of working alongside him. King Arthur was a goody-two-shoes! She was a mastermind! A Morgan! But... without the incest. One-hundred percent without that. And anything like that at all, really. 

But then he had turned out to be a clearly deranged clown. Much better!

A deranged clown with an appreciation for the stage too. What a good haul for her. His relative power didn't even matter, she clearly got the only Servant worth having from her perspective. 

"[color=f49ac2]So here's the skinny, Vinny; We need to get a lay of the land, so we're going to do some scouting. I mean, I already know the lay out of Paris but I don't know where everyone else is. And if we're going to be doing this all [i]sneaky[/i] like, then we'll need...[/color]"

She paused for dramatic effect, the stage lights adjusting and spinning around the stage, as if leading up to a big reveal. 

Then they homed back in on her, illuminating her stance with one hand on her hip, two fingers raised over the 'eye' of her mask in a V, a magnificent glint coming from the vertical, blinking thing. 

"[color=f49ac2][i]Knowledge.[/i][/color]"

"[color=f49ac2]I mean, if that's okay with you. I've already got Eagowl Swift and Rat Prince working on what they can, but they're only two things.[/color]"