[h2][center]Uehara Mitsuki[/center][/h2]
Despite the chaos of the market streets, Mitsuki found himself quite at home in Fusang. Though he hadn't grown up in, say, Tokyo or Kyoto or any of the other major Japanese cities, they were always far more enticing to him than the laid-back suburban scenery that he had become all too familiar with growing up. It had been a few months since he had moved here for college, in no small part in thanks to his parents, and much of the time between then and now had been spent reorganizing all of his belongings and making sure that everything was in proper order.

Of course, given that he was in the city known for having Servants, it had only been a matter of time before he had gathered enough time and courage to do so himself. His grandparents had been requesting that of him since his arrival; after all, the possibility of contracting someone like Abe no Seimei left even them excited.

The ritual itself had gone as planned, but the result had both disappointed his elders and intrigued him.

Archer, Tomoe Gozen. The famed onna-bugeisha whose appearance in the Genpei War had etched her name into history, was now contracted to him.

That was two weeks ago, and here he was now with his new Servant as the two of them walked along the streets searching for food. Despite an admittedly awkward start (which involved explaining, among other things, that this was most notably [i]not[/i] a situation that involved any sort of conflict), the fact that he could move about without worrying about anything superficial like 'keeping up appearances' said more about how things had settled more than any words could.

"Hm... Now that we're here, I'm not sure what to get..." he sighed, shaking his head before turning towards his Servant. "You have any preference, or should I just grab somewhere randomly off my phone?"

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[h2][center]Alter Ego — Meltryllis[/center][/h2]
When Nanako moved towards her face with a tissue, Meltryllis unconsciously shifted away from her, closing her eyes and furrowing her brows as the young woman cleaned what had been left off of her face. It was a bit unpleasant, having to rely on her for such trivial matters, but given the alternative, she reluctantly accepted that this was a necessity.

Once that was finished, the Alter Ego simply stood up and, after somehow manage to crumple the crepe wrapper into a ball, unceremoniously dropped it into the nearest trashcan before crossing her arms.

"Fine, then. If you've had your fill, then we may as well get you some more exercise. Let's go; I was getting sick of the crowds here anyway."
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A few minutes of walking had promptly brought the pair to the shopping district, and lined with malls and all manner of stores, Meltryllis' eyes could not help but move around in search of something she so desired.

The lack of figures in her Master's household was a travesty, of course, and one that needed to be rectified promptly.

"Hm... Not here, then...?" she muttered to herself as they continued down the streets, her eyes constantly scanning about in hopes of [i]something[/i] catching her interest.

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