[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/WNaYGf8.png?1[/img][h2][color=39b54a]Costante[/color] and [color=a2d39c]Karizma[/color][/h2][/center]
Even by the strange standards of magical workshops the Angelozzis' was really something else. They had rented out an old wooden house near the edge of town, creaky yet spacious, and had immediately set about dividing it up between them.

Thing was, where most brother-sister pairs would have drawn a line on the floor and called it good, the twins had quibbled and squabbled over every inch of space, divvying it up according to some arcane agreement that only they seemed to fully understand. A single room could be divided into no less than five or six separate areas, half of which would be neat and tidy with elegant diagrams and symbols drawn in tastefully simple fashion and stacks of books or crystals tucked carefully away in the corner, and the other half of which would be an anarchic mess of discarded materials and half-finished spells, tomes lying open alongside unwashed items of Karizma's clothing. To make matters worse, the divisions were enforced by a myriad mess of Bounded Fields, cleanly cutting each mage's slices of space off from their sibling's. It was like someone had shattered two workshops into a hundred shards each and then jumbled them together without any regard whatsoever for the overall structure.

And yet somehow, it worked. For anyone else it would have seemed a mad labyrinth, but the twins moved through their divided space with a familiar ease, even popping into each other's workshop fragments at times to steal certain items or texts. The whole place hummed with power, each mage's workings seeming to feed off the other's but not a whit of it leaked outside the perimeter. The outermost layers of their Bounded Fields were a work of art, combining the quirks of each twin's methods and forging them into a whole far stronger than the sum of its parts.

That didn't mean they always got along, though.

[color=39b54a]"I'm telling you, that's not a viable strategy!"[/color]

[color=a2d39c]"Your [i]face[/i] isn't a viable strategy!"[/color]

[color=39b54a]"That's really not what's at issue here..."[/color] Sighing, Costante turned to their shared Servant. [color=39b54a]"Archer, I'm right, aren't I? In a many-sided war, it's best to hand back at first and let our opponents take care of each other. With your ranged fighting style, we can easily avoid risky conflicts. If we can pick off targets from afar without them striking back, then all the better."[/color]

[color=a2d39c]"Archer's a samurai, silly."[/color] Karizma grinned. [color=a2d39c]"A cowardly strategy like that wouldn't be honorable at all! And besides, victory goes to the daring and the strong, not the ones who slink on the sidelines waiting for things to magically go their way. We should [i]carpe diem[/i] the shit out of this and go take some famous names while the getting's good."[/color]

Costante let out a huff of disapproval. [color=39b54a]"You're so reckless..."[/color]

Karizma stuck her tongue out. [color=a2d39c]"Better than gutless."[/color]

[color=39b54a]"You'll end up literally gutless if you're not careful out there."[/color]

[color=a2d39c]"I'll be fine! I have a [i]literal[/i] legendary hero on my side!"[/color]

[color=39b54a]"So does everyone else in this war![/color]

[color=a2d39c]"Well, yeah, but they don't have you serving as their mana tank. I mean, come on: between the three of us, we're unbeatable!"[/color]

At an impasse, they glared at one another for a moment, before both turning to Archer at the exact same time.

[color=39b54a]"My plan is—"[/color]

[color=a2d39c]"—totally better, right?"[/color]