[H1][center][b]Mehdi Al-Baliya'al[/b][/center][/h1] [center][b]Shinto Town to Hilltop Church[/b][/center] "Time to close up shop for the night," Mehdi muttered to himself as night fell, fussing in the garden at the back of the Fruits of Ecstasy. A thoughtful hum saw a box being picked up from the ground. A sideways glance saw a sinuous green vine wrap itself around his arm affectionately. An affectionate pat and surge of energy through his Magic Circuits, filling a flowering herb with love, and a Bounded Field snapped into place; warded against poison, insects, disease, and all magecraft of hostile intent. The front door was locked with a careful click, and Mehdi looked towards the silvery moon, luxuriating in the feel of it on his skin before it faded away, numerous leaves bursting from his flesh, a silver cast indistinguishable from moonbeams. Passing through Shinto Town, a length of green snapped loose, burrowing into pliant earth beneath a tree where birds slept. As Mehdi walked upon the Hill with the Church, a second length snapped loose, burrowing into the grounds just beyond the iron fence which marked those hallowed grounds. And so Mehdi continued walking alongside his Servant, approaching that first clearing, and with it that last vine slithered into the unnamed trees beyond the outskirts of Fuyuki. While Gunner began preparing his noble phantasm, Mehdi leaned into the field of new growth, and pleased with the nutrient rich soil drew deeply upon the cultivation spells put together over nearly a millennia, and a certain, gnarled limb reached out to the magus in greeting. "Hey there little guy," Mehdi cooed affectionately, "Enjoy your day?" He nodded l, stroking the plant and infusing it with the growth inducing magecraft, and beneath his feet Mehdi felt the plant take further root, drinking deeply of the meals that had been prepared for it "Alright, now be a good kid and keep yourself hidden for when daddy gets back. He's off to make a certain young ladys night." With a wink of crimson pupils, Mehdi nodded towards his Servant, snapping on a helmet and goggles that completely obscured his features. Let's have ourselves a nighttime rendevous, Captain. Give our hosts in this city something to remember us by in the morning. "To the Foreign District." [@Lucker13]