[center][b]Brahelius Strombe[/b]
[i]Tokyo, Ginza Skylounge[/i][/center]

Brahelius chose not to answer, his focus fully turned up into the night sky, staring with a strange combination of both contempt and contentedness at the moon.

There was nothing but a non-committal hum at Lancer's words before he raised his glass to his face, swirling a bit of the clear drink within his hand, not yet imbibing its contents.

"To answer your question Lancer, I have not yet taken anyone to be my partner. Though the time comes that if I am to continue the legacy entrusted to me, that I will have to take one within the near future."

Taking a sip from his glass, Brahelius peered into his cup, continuing to speak to his servant.

"But truthfully, I would much rather be in the company of a good hotpot rather than a bothersome woman. In my experience, they are often forceful beings who push past anything within their way. They bring nothing but headaches. Anyways Lancer, come closer."

Brahelius gestured to Lancer to come to his side, pointing to his glass. 

The Ginza Skylounge was a small stop for their rampage throughout the streets and bars of Tokyo, yet here upon the rooftop of the establishment, Brahelius had carefully woven a bounded field to turn attention away from the small corner Brahelius sequestered himself away in.

"I find myself in a talkative mood Lancer, and within the course of my life, I have learned that my own abilities are lacking. Yet, that does not mean I cannot have some pride within my meager skill!

"Lancer, the World abhors a fantasy. The element we mages know as ether is an illusion the world crushes. It is only within the moment of its ignition that it can accomplish much. So for you Lancer, and for this world, I will show you a fantasy given form.

"Above us hangs the moon. It has been the subject of many a belief, such as that it is an eye of god. These beliefs continue to linger and shape the world we who hold the seat of primates live within. More importantly, and more relatedly, it is also a mirror. This is but one portion of this 'magic trick' I will show you."

Once more motioning to his drink, Brahelius continued with his exposition.

"In Vino Veritas. In wine, truth. All around the world, alcohol and other mind-altering substances carried the property of elevating man's vision, letting us catch glimpse of enlightenment. Though there have been many implements specialized for the use of divination and clairvoyance, at the core of each device they were 'containers', much like the glass I carry within my hand."

Pulling his free arm within his cloak, Brahelius withdrew from it a darkened orb, emitting light from a few holes carefully carved into its surface.

"It is time Lancer, even if we enjoy ourselves in this outing, we cannot deny we are in a war, thus, I will do my duty to support you, so that you can do the same for me."

With a small smirk, Brahelius went about his task, taking a small mouthful of his drink while positioning it so that it can clearly reflect the image of the moon upon its surface.

Within a hazy tone, as if he were lost within a dream, Brahelius incanted.

"Myfi yw llong Sadwrn. 

I wyth plasty ar hugain y lleuad rwy'n pledio

Ail-lenwi, Ail-lenwi, Ail-lenwi

Dangoswch y Ffordd i mi!"

Creating a symbolic connection to the moon, Brahelius utilized the properties of alcohol to gaze upon the city of Tokyo, seeking any masters out within the streets of the bright cityscape. Even by mundane means, tracking existences by their relationship to celestial bodies is a simple task. It was really only a matter of seconds before he discovered a wayward master

“Let us go Lancer, I have located a suitable target for us to battle. The night is still long, and I can still drink, but the war will not wait for us Lancer, we must seize victory with our hands lest it slips away.”


[@Yukitamas]