[center][h1][color=007236]Kitorai Valueleta[/color][/h1][/center]

[b]McCarran International Airport, Las Vegas[/b]

A limousine was strolling toward the center of the city. Inside, an old man was excitedly talking to the driver, signaling to a photo in his hand.  [color=f9ad81]"you should see her, she has 3 elemental affinities! 3! my little angel is going to be the star of her generation im sure of it" [/color]
The driver, a member of a branch family of the Valueleta, just smiled, already knowing this would go on the entire trip, it was well known that the old man in the backseat would take any excuse to talk about his granddaughter. If he didn't know the things the old man did in his youth he would fall for the trap of thinking he was just a senile citizen of age...and Kitorai knew that was the image he presented to the world, he knew very well.

 [h2][b]Wynn Resort, Paradise
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[color=f9ad81]"I know i told him to reserve me a good place for me to stay, but did it really have to be the most expensive luxury suit of them all... no matter, at least he had the decency of setting a bounded field and preparing the ritual, i swear that son of mine, worries too much about his old man.But enough about that[/color], [color=007236]let's focus now"[/color]

And so Kitorai Valueleta slowly rised himself to his full height from the slouch position he often used, left his cane to the side and walked to his room, where he knew his Magnus Opus was resting, waiting to be worn. He stopped being the tranquil grandparent he often played the paper off, and he became Kitorai Valueleta, the magus that was once the Head of one of the most prestigous noble families around, and began his summoning for the servant that would accompany him for the rest of the War

[b]30 Minutes later
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Overseeing the city was a man on a black suit. When he moved a faint [i]cling cling[/i] noise could be heard. [color=007236]"What do you think should be our first move Lancer?"[/color] His voice, normally one reflecting his age, slow and warm, changed into a sharp, cutting tone. His question was directed to the figure behind him, a young man, an otherwordly young man, too beautiful, even by the highest of standards, to be a normal human.

[color=007236]"Should we wait and see what this city can offer us, or should we move first and take the initiative."[/color] Kitorai mused. He wondered just what tests this war would present to him, what obstacles would it put on his way... he wondered if this creation of him would stand the strikes and be deemed worthy of defending his descendants... or would it break and kill him in the proccess, he wondered when should he put on the mask of the helpless grandfather and when he should act like the magus he was, he wondered this and much more while focusing his sights on the neon lights below, on the City of Sin that was his chosen battlefield this time around.