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"Excellent!" declared the petite girl with a smile, clapping her hands together as she did. It was quite clear she was pleased to now have a guide, which quite frankly wasn't exactly unexpected. Fusang was a large, complex, and multi-layered city with scenery that radically trained from district to district. Certainly it could get a bit overwhelming for someone who was there for the first time, wasn't it?

And yet, somehow the impression this girl gave was one that seemed to indicate such a concern was a distant second to her.

"Unfortunately, I'm not the most familiar with cellular phones," she continued, waving her hand as she spoke. "But my Elder brother teaches a class here, as luck may have it, so he should not be too difficult to locate."

She paused for a moment, her eyes drifting towards the white-haired, red-eyed woman.

"So, this is your Servant, then?" she asked, "How interesting! I suppose you can count yourself lucky that she isn't the type to devour you while you sleep, hmm?"

She leaned forward, hands clasped behind her back as her eyes scanned up and down the Archer's form.

"To think, there would be a day where Servants would walk around in the open air... the mere thought of the look on those lords' faces when Fusang's development began is delightful."

[@PKMNB0Y][@KoL]

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[h2]Mihama Nanako[/h2]

Just what kind of situation [i]did[/i] BB send them into? This was absolutely some kind of criminal deal!

"I... got it!"

Nanako didn't really have a choice... she was quick to look away when Melt descended. As much as the idea of people being killed didn't appeal to her, at the same time she knew, deep down, that these people were trying to kill her. She felt a little guilty, even if she wasn't the one who would doing the deed... but it wasn't as if she had a choice. There was nothing she could do against that many people at once...

She was quick to move to the far side of the roof, scrawling a set of symbols on the metal sheets that composed it. Channeling magical energy through her body, into the sheets, jets of wind erupted beneath them, bending them sharply upwards to serve as impromptu cover, in case the did come up the stairs as Meltryllis had told her.

At the moment, all she could do was try and keep track of what was going on below.

The man that Meltryllis had descended upon barely had a chance to scream as her spiked feet drilled through his body, almost disintegrating his entire torso from the speed of his impact. What remained of his body flew in two opposite directions, the remaining thugs staggering back with a look of shock and fear.

The first shadow Servant cratered the wall with its impact, but was swift to rather unnaturally rise, body bent backwards. The others raised fists, spears, and swords as they rushed towards the Alter Ego all at once.

"Oh~?" the Servant in the guise of a young teenaged girl tilted her head, "Oh, my! That was impressive, really it was, but I'd appreciate it if all of you could remember to fight~ [i]Thank you.[/i]"

Her words seemed to remind at least those that seemed to be her allies that they had weapons. Those with guns raised their weapons and prepared to open fire. Others, those wielding mystic codes and thus more dangerous, projected thing beams of energy from the edge of their weapons, to try and strike from a distance!

As all of this happened, the Servant drifted backwards.

"I think I understand, looking at that face of yours," she commented, as she stretched her right arm out at her side, her shadow seeming to suddenly fall longer, "You look as if you could be her sister."

Whose sister, exactly, went unanswered, as reinforcements emerged from the shadow cast by the girl's arm. They were ragged, translucent phantoms, skeletal and clad in tattered kimonos, long arms tipped in sharp claws, grasping at the air. There had to be a dozen of them.

The gunfire, the sounds of magical weaponry... would perhaps reach the sensitive fox ears of a certain self-styled JK...

[@PKMNB0Y][@Rune_Alchemist][@Pyromania99]

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[h2]Saber - Benienma[/h2]

It was at that moment that the mysterious third party swept into the building, revealing herself to be none other than the Caster from the other day, when the kidnapping attempt had been foiled.

"Kaguya-hime?" remarked Benienma, surprised to see her once again, and here of all places. This time, the supernatural charm of the Moon Princess was less effective, mostly because Benienma had prepared herself for it the moment she realized who it was. That didn't mean it wasn't there, however. Rather that she was more capable of dealing with it.

"I didn't expect to see you here dechi," continued the diminutive redhead, "You must be the other resident attempting to access the database dechi."

She couldn't help but wonder why, but given that they would be accessing it together she supposed it wouldn't be much longer until they found out.

"Ah, Kaguya-hime," the voice of the woman behind the counter stated, "I..."

She paused for a moment, cheeks coloring as she looked at the princess, before turning away and continuing.

"I've logged your arrival. It shouldn't be much longer until you're permitted access."

Indeed, it was only moments later that the doors on the opposite side of the room slid open.

The sight that greeted the assembled girls, however, was a surprising one.

She had the appearance of a child, with incredibly pale, almost paper-white skin, large red eyes, and long, pale blue hair that nearly reached her ankles. Clad in a black and white dress, there was something strangely ethereal about her.

The fact that she was a Servant was only obvious, for this was none other then the Caster-class Aleister Crowley, one of the Servants among the city's Board of Administrators. Exactly why the famed occultist was a female child was a mystery, given there existed real-life photographs of the man when he was alive.

But that was a mystery, perhaps, for another day.

"What an intriguing bunch we have here," she began, with a smirk, "I've decided to take a break from my work and oversee your access to HECATE's database personally. I think you should count yourselves lucky, personally."

Beyond her was a grey, hexagonal hallway that lead deeper into the building.

"Now, if you'll follow me..."

[@RoleplayerRoxas][@Raineh Daze]

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[h2]Yuriko T. Louvyngyr[/h2]

"Ah, you'll be more used to that, won't you?" Yuriko commented, patting Jack on the head as she did, "But that's not blood, it's red bean paste. When I was a little girl, I had it all the time, so I couldn't pass up the chance to introduce you to it as well."

Even after having summoned the famous Jack the Ripper for several weeks now, it was sometimes easy to forget that the child Servant was a famous serial killer. But at times, when the green-eyed girl was far more perceptive then otherwise expected, or she spoke about a far grimmer topic then anticipated as cheerfully as always, there would be flashes of her darker side.

Not that it mattered to Yuriko. Certainly, there was no denying Jack had killed people when she was alive, but so had Yuriko herself. For considerably different reasons, no doubt, but...

The child before her didn't deserve scorn.

"Taiyaki's still one of my favorite snacks, to be honest," she continued, "It's delicious!"

And so was the girl behind the counter... but alas, it was a bad time to try anything. Besides, she was attempting to court the beautiful young lady with the twin Sabers.

[@Raineh Daze]