@Lucker13

[b]Fuyuki Park - Kawakami Gensai[/b]

As she appeared, coming into life, Gensai couldn’t help but take a wistful breath, a serene smile on her face. Ah... Japan. Even if she was unaware of the passing of time emotionally speaking, she would never mistake the air she was taking in. At once, information flowed into her head. Her smile wavered ever so slightly. This history of her home... She couldn’t say she liked it. But she shook off the melancholy and instead took her surroundings in.

Buildings unknown to her. People wearing clothes from a time far beyond hers. But even with all the changes, changes she didn’t have to like... this was the Japan she fought for. THis was the Japan which choose its path. Even if she wanted to, she suppressed the faint spark of loyalty towards her country. She had her chance and fought as hard as she could. Now? Now was the time to be a bit more self indulgent. And for that, she required the grail. Naturally that meant she needed a good master. Turning to him, her smile remained even as her eyebrow twitched a bit.

Hm. A westerner. Disappointing, but beggars could not be chosen. It was a petty dislike anyway, Gensai was mature enough to recognize that. So instead of acting out like a child, she merely bowed with respect.

“Your servant Assassin, heeding the call,” she said in a polite tone. Still, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth as she opened her eyes ever so slightly. “Quite the frank summon, I must say. In daylight, in a park.”

Some might call it even foolish. While she felt at peace during the day, there was a time and place after all. Paranoia born from a long life of being a Manslayer made her touch the hilt of her katana, sheathed at her hip as she glanced around.


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@Reflection

[b]Miyama Town - Abaondoned Home - Jacob Ainsworth[/b]

Fuyuki City. A quaint place, if one were to compare it to London. But it had its own charm. The air was quite clean and the weather rather nice. If the evenings had the same weather, his night walks would be even more enjoyable than they already were.

“P...please... “

Jacob closed his eyes, sighing wistfully. Ah. There was just something about hearing another language entirely. So different from English. It was quite exotic and the change was already filling his mind with inspiration. The differences in general were ever so slightly. In a smaller city like this, the commotion over the TV was bigger in comparison. The long black hair had a nice touch with the red color of the blood that dripped from her. Even the smell was quite exquisite if he could say so himself. Mixed with the more 'antique' smell of the building he was inhabiting. Yes, it was left alone, but the structure alone was just something new. The amount of wood was gave this entire situation just the right amount of refreshing aura. Humming to himself, the man cut the flesh in front of him into proper sizes. A glance, out of mere old habit, told him that his familiars, his guard dogs, were securing his parameter. 

Movement from the corner of his eyes caused him to gasp dramatically. Oh no, what bad manners of him! Putting the knives down, he stood up, shaking his head, chiding himself mentally. That would not do!

“My apologies. I have become distracted.” The man chuckled, wiping his hands with a handkerchief. Pouring some tea into two cups, he shoved one of them over the table, before sitting down with his legs crossed. Taking a sip as if their surroundings were completely normal, he smiled as he savored the taste of his drink. “How do you feel about your current circumstances... Rider?”