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[color=0076a3][center][h1]Walter Garbury
Abandoned Shipping Warehouse, Harbour[/h1][/center][/color]


Japan wasn't all it was cracked up to be. 

At least that was what went through Walter Garbury's mind as he leaned on a chair, sighing as three of his golems stomped around him, the sound of dull earth stomping against concrete pretty obvious as they decked out his new haunt with the various pieces of decor he had found appropriate for the grand opening of his new workshop. He had been lucky enough to win an auction online to win this warehouse after the trading company that sold it to him packed their bags up and left the moment they got the money. Thank the lords for father's credit card, as Walter's own money would not have won him this establishment.

The warehouse was filled to the brim with shelves of shipping crates and boxes lined up all over the place, however, it was all very neat and tidy just how he'd made the golems make it. At the end of the warehouse were 4 metal shipping containers and at the other end a clearing with one long table, beside it an office area. Overall, a pretty solid living situation for his "vacation" over here, something he was already regretting. Feeling the sun nearing sunset, he rubbed his hands together and got off his seat, grabbing stuff from the office and arranging it on the table beside the area he had set up with the symbols and materials needed for summoning.

Along with the table, he had arranged a selection of drinks,  which he had mixed by himself, that included Sex on The Beach, White Russian, Strawberry Daquiri, Mojito and a Hurricane. Little party sausages, sausage rolls, mochi, rice dishes and a few cheddar cheese sandwiches in little triangles were shoddily set up in plates for his newest addition to the warehouse, unfortunately, he could never mix drinks with the golems, but he wanted a good first impression with whatever hero of legend he summoned, he was expecting airs of self-importance and overwhelming confidence, so maybe giving them a little feast would start things off nice.

[b][color=0076a3]"alright, let's get this show on the road,  so nice of the family to lend me a catalyst"[/color][/b] The dejected career bartender announced as he began the ritual.

On the second try after messing up the first go, he got it right the second. [b][color=0076a3]"Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again. Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling, I call upon an Assassin, to heed my call."[/color][/b] He sighed and watched as the floor began to glow, his blue clothes flapping in the winds as they picked up, causing him to hold his hat to his head. 

[b][color=0076a3]"C'mon, C'mon, Walter needs a new pair a' shoes...."[/color][/b]

[@Seirei No Hai]