The darkness was close, she could feel it; one of [i]his[/i] servants must be nearby, and she would have to act quickly if they were to repel their machinations. The Witch of the Waters, stepped briskly down the street, her long hair sweeping over the concrete like a cloak. As she was now, after her long slumber, she did not think she would be able to repel them alone, yet she knew not where to find suitable warriors to stand in her stead. Perhaps… Perhaps a summoning was in order. Draw strength from the past, to find and aid those with the capacity to act in the present. Yes, that would present a viable solution for now - though, how many would answer? And in her current state, how many could she really call forth? She supposed it would depend on how readily she could find a source of power to draw from, but aside from the fountain she’d found herself in, the Witch wasn’t sure of where she could look. A river, a lake, a pond - surely there must be [i]some[/i] sizeable body of water to draw from, she could feel it. This street she was on was lined with merchants and eateries, offering luxuries she had never seen before. Somehow, she could feel the flow of water all through this place, in a thousand tiny streams she couldn’t see. Were they buried in the ground, beneath the buildings? Perhaps. Even so, she may be able to call on their power to fuel her magic - she need only find a place strong enough to channel it, and then… Yes, with the power on this street, she may be able to call forth some few warriors. Hardly a match for the armies the adversary would call to his will, but it would provide a starting point. It would be enough, for now. She would make sure of it. That just left the question… from where would his servant launch an attack? And when? [hr] [hr] The lights of the arcade cabinet reflected off his sunglasses, his hand flying across the buttons in impenetrable combo techniques that were probably just mindless button mashing. Sure he probably wasn’t that great, but did that matter? It was fun. It was a game, and he loved games. This one was something called a “fighting game”, which he thought was kind of funny. It had bright, flashing colors, and the characters looked cool. Not as cool as him, but still cool. “Oi.” He ignored the large man leaning against the wall next to him. He was totally about to wipe the floor with his opponent at the opposite cabinet, he didn’t have time to entertain his companion’s nagging. The man looked at him sidelong, crossing his arms. “Ugh, piss off, man,” he groaned, waving the man away. “Can’t you see I’m busy right now? I can do it later, just let me- Agh!” He cried out in frustration as the words YOU LOSE flashed across his screen. “One more time!” he insisted, reaching into the pocket of his jorts for more coins. Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to see a line had formed behind him without him noticing. He grimaced at each of the students behind him in turn, then looked back at his companion to see the large man smirking at him. “Ugh, fine, I’ll do it. Man, what a pain.” He pushed past the line of arcade gamers, paying no mind to their shouts of indignation as he stepped on their feet or pushed them away, making his way back out onto the street outside. He stretched and cracked his neck, casting his gaze around for somewhere suitable. “So many noisy kids here, geez,” he muttered, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of his jorts. He chose to ignore the look his companion gave him. There were a lot of birds on this street. Yeah, he supposed he could start here- at least he wouldn’t have to walk that far. “Alright, I got this covered,” he said with a yawn. “You can piss off for now. You’re cramping my space.” The larger man crossed his arms again, each the size of a tree trunk. “Ugh, don’t give me that look!” he complained, kicking the man in the shin with the size of one flip flop-clad food. “I said I’d do it, so I’ll do it! Geez!” “Dick,” he muttered, after his companion vanished. Now to find a quiet place to hang out and nap. Or uh, work.