[center][h1][color=00CED1][b]Charlotte[/b][/color][/h1]

[i][h3]Bois de Boulogne

Near Lake, Within The Park[/h3][/i]

[u][b]Now Moving As Rapidly As Possible Back To:[/b][/u]

[h3][i]High-Rise District (just barely across the river from the Eiffel Tower)

Penthouse Suite, The Golden Shangri-La Hotel[/i][/h3][/center]

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Something...or [i]someone[/i]...had entered her bounded field. That was as much as she was able to know right now, but immediately the girl's back stiffened and an intense look of focus came onto her face. She'd expected that the peasants might be investigating the obvious places, probably knew she and a few others of notable enough rank were here in the city proper. That wasn't an excuse for potentially finding her workshop so fast, but in a war with desperate animals clinging to a wish or this land...heh, perhaps she shouldn't be too surprised. It wasn't like she hadn't come prepared for the occasion, and there were enough nearby hotels in this city that she had no problems setting up in another place of her choosing. 

But for now, they needed to get back...

[color=00CED1]"Ah! My love, i feel that someone has intruded upon our abode! We must make great haste back to it, my dear, to punish the Saracens that dare trample upon it! Hurry, for i fear Rinaldo has called the Saracens upon us!"[/color]

With that clearly communicated to her servant in the appropriate panicked tone and manner, Charlotte swiftly began to make her way back. She'd had the taxi bringing them here waiting, and with a call or two using the driver's cellphone...well, the traffic would be somewhat more negligible and it would expedite their travel time greatly by calling a lift from the local police station in this area. Not a major favor for her contacts here, merely a small thing that wouldn't stop up the city's traffic or anything overbearing. 

They'd definitely get the pleasure of intercepting the intruders, and dealing accordingly with their impunity~

[@Reflection][@Red Alice][@Seirei No Hai]

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[center][h1][color=8A2BE2][b]Autolycus[/b][/color][/h1]

[h3][i]Foreign District > Latin District
Observing Potential Opposition[/i][/h3][/center]

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By the time his master cast a spell to look through Assassin's own eyes once more, the servant was already moving into a position to scout about and observe the assembled servants and flow of events it seemed. That and listen in on them. He made no preparations to attack, and frankly he had long by this time donned his Helm of Invisibility before even entering the district overall. It seemed like enough of a mess, with that Archer, and those idiots with them and the like. It was almost amusing to the heroic spirit, at least that heroes never seemed to change...

[color=8A2BE2][i]'I'm already goin' at it, kid. Who do ya think ya summoned, some chump with a war boner or an honor fetish? These idiots really don't change over tha' years. But keep ya'-self hidden, in case we gotta anotha' one of Chiron's boys runnin' around or somethin'.'[/i][/color] Autolycus responded to his master over their mental link, jovially mocking the enemies and situation in the process. That being said, he was no less careful, swift, silent, and cautious in his own actions on his end...not even a single bit. 

Though whilst the idea of heroes was on his mind, he could on the side recall the days of training that big ol' Son of Zeus, and gettin' a laugh initially when he'd been told the kid had killed his harp teacher in the past. He was a big ol' baby when it came to that anger of his, the apple fallin' a little too close to the tree when he'd seen that anger in action, but he and the big guy had always seemed to have a decent teacher-student relationship and such. 

Then there had been that one grandson of his, smart-ass who was getting jerked off my Athena and all that crap. Got to name im' for some reason, so he'd named him after what he wanted the kid to do...pissing off people, just like his grandpa. Gotten a few frowns from his son in law for it, hell his daughter had nearly thrown a fit for where he got the name from! Haha! Took the kid hunting as he'd promised later on, but the kid had done a' stupid thing and scarred up his leg. Least' that scar had been good for somethin' later on when the kid had pissed of ol' Poseidon and eventually got back home. [s]You're welcome, you smartass.[/s]

And hell there was that other grandson...eh, now wasn't probably the time to talk about that little shit. The charisma and heuvos on that one were big, but he went and blue-balled himself and kinda pissed off the wrong goddess to boot. That was as much as he'd note on him right now, at least. 

[color=8A2BE2][i]'Idiots are going to be idiots, whether it's Zeus' kid, Athena's boy toy, or a little knight who thinks they have a big dick they can flaunt around...heh,'[/i][/color] the Assassin thought to himself in amusement as he continued on undetected.

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