[h2][center]Alter Ego — Meltryllis[/center][/h2]

The sound of BB's self-proclaimed (and self-composed) theme song blasting from the room over, followed by the eventual silence into the sound of a running shower, was enough of an indication to Meltryllis that her Master had finally woken up from having to deal with her poison. It was likely that the necessary fear had wormed its way into her heart, which meant that things were all going according to plan thus far. So long as she remained at arm's length and acted impartially as a Master, then the Alter Ego would have no qualms about what she had done. Not like she had in the first place, though.

"I see that you've finally managed to get off of your bed. It's a miracle, really; I had expected you to remain curled up in bed for the rest of the morning," she remarked as Nanako walked into the kitchen. Before she could verbally abuse her Master any more than, that, though, a piercing voice—BB's, of course—shouted out the ever-quintessential introduction to her program before her visage appeared on the television. The AI, it seemed, was fuming.

"Hey, what's the big idea, leaving me hanging like that?! Senpai, you're horrible! The worst! Scum of the earth!" BB scolded, the TV's speakers loud enough for Meltryllis to feel the vibrations from where she was seated. "Well, it's your first day of vacation, so this magnanimous BB-chan will cut you some slack for now, but in! Any! Case!"

With that, a map popped up on the screen, right next to BB; it looked to be an overhead diagram of Fusang City, with their current position and a marker indicating... [i]Something[/i] near the southern side of the city.

"Alright, you two... Okay, maybe just senpai, but I'll address you both for now. Both of you, head to this location, right over here, and deal with the anomaly that just popped up. The sooner, the better. Am I clear? I'm clear, riiiight~?" she added, pointing at a route with her baton before leaning towards the camera on the other side of the TV.

"Yes, yes, I understand, BB," Meltryllis responded, rolling her eyes as if the AI's outburst hadn't fazed her in the least. "Well? How about you, [i]Master[/i]?"

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[h2][center]Ruler — Sherlock Holmes[/center][/h2]
Holmes simply smiled wordlessly at Othis' remark about 'authorization' as he rose from his chair, dusting off his outfit as he walked towards the door.

"A taxi shall do, Miss Obberhausen. Walking may give us the reprieve of collecting our thoughts, but when the only course of action is to gather more information, then time is of the essence. Wouldn't you think so?" he responded in turn, walking towards the door nonchalantly before waiting for his Master to catch up. "If it is my knowledge of Atlantis that you desire, though, then the most that I have is a combination of Sir Francis Drake's testimony coupled with a few miscellaneous facts thereafter. If you wish to hear those en route, I would not mind in the least."

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The prompt arrival of a taxi coupled with a small lecture meant that the ride felt considerably shorter than it might have been otherwise—no, the fact that the taxi [i]had[/i] arrived so promptly was worthy of at least some note. It was as if someone was waiting for them to head out in the first place, which necessitated some degree of caution from here on out.

"We're here, you two," the taxi driver spoke as the port, trading vessels and all, came into view outside the window. With a quick exchange of cash, both the Ruler and his Master were soon simply standing idly by at the entrance to the locale.

"This is... A tad [i]too[/i] convenient, wouldn't you say? I have a sneaking suspicion that something is amiss. Remain cautious, Miss Obberhausen, for we know not what force it is that desires our attention."

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[h3]City Streets[/h3]
The most notable thing about the crime scene was probably how haphazardly it was left. The culprit, it seemed, had come and gone like a storm. The security camera, positioned right outside the apartment, for example, was shot clean through with a rifle bullet not unlike the one that had wounded the girl living in the complex. More notable than that, though, was the lack of evidence of leaving. No, rather than that, as the birds soon noticed, the Servant who had done this act had not left via the stairs or the elevator. No, they had instead leaped off of the railing and, having landed in the gardens beneath, left behind footprints on impact. The number of tracks left over, distinct by the means of what sort of imprint they left, simply showed that whoever did this didn't care enough about being traced to even attempt to cover up what they had done.

The dirt that they tracked thereafter seemed to indicate that the shooter had headed west, though there was only so far to follow the trail before it petered out entirely. With this newfound knowledge in hand, the sparrows soon returned to their master to report their discoveries.

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