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Aerith Hastings


-Main Road, Intersection between Docks/Suttling's Basin/Golden Quarter-


The Big Reunion


Resets: 5

Deaths: 4





"Elder Sibling has me on work today."


Wait a second here-...ah. Chieko had been offering to go with the bandits before. It seemed that had worked out so far, from the sound of things, for Chieko. Though happy the other girl was still alive, the dark-haired girl herself lightly frowned at the words. So this "Elder Sibling", who was either Fritzi or not Fritzi for all she knew, was sending Chieko to get something and bring it back? Probably something valuable, she felt, but at the same time concerning enough as it was with all that was going on.

They were both on a timed schedule, her own being unknown for now and Chieko having to be back by noon. And it wasn't like they had any idea who was going to die and cause everything to reset either this time around. Not like Chieko's pauses were giving her any faith in things working out well if she didn't complete this mission. Likewise, Aerith felt that the looming army literally just beyond the walls in the forest were the biggest threat of them all, but...last time she had tried to force things it had gone badly with Chieko.

She had to show some faith in the girl, perhaps, to get faith in return.

"Hmm...maybe i can help with your mission? At least if i can, as what i can do now having some advantages i believe.

I don't want to mess things up, though, but...i want to help you out as well,"


Aerith spoke calmly, but she still bit her lower lip lightly after speaking to Chieko again. She'd looked the girl dead in the eyes when speaking to her, even, to show she was being genuine about this. It was an awkward topic, at least for her to speak about in these sudden circumstances, but she trusted Chieko. The other girl was one of the few she did trust here, at least, in terms of people or demihumans.

Not paying attention to hear comments on the Vorpal Blade in her crates, however, Alistair's words finally clicked in Aerith's mind.

"Wait....where is Hiro?" Aerith spoke, her words a bit more cautious and wary as she slowly looked over to Alistair.

She has a sinking feeling, with how the other boy had talked about Hiro. More than anything, she hoped her fears from that time hadn't been proven true. She hoped the large man was just around the corner, working at a shop in secret or something.

Hiro was to strong to...to die, right? Right?!

@Rune_Alchemist@FamishedPants@BrokenPromise
Annabelle Irons


and






Annabelle felt her chains maneuver beyond the barrier, tunneling and worming as best as she could get them to until she could perceive the altar's bottom being in contact with the chains themselves. The horror-warped magical girl then had the tips of her chains pierce into the altar, before she began to channel her magical energy towards the altar from the arm. At least, what little she had left at this point.

Soth was nearing the ritual's completion bit by bit, closer than she had expected him to end up being by now at least. But she could feel it, that thing thread of magic forming between her patron and the body. A channel formed for the consciousness transfer, and the most fragile piece of this equation that could be done on short notice. Maybe...just maybe at least. But she wasn't going to give up so easy! After all, her body was feeling weaker and weaker, her Soth-granted magic and life force being sapped away (unlike her own darkness magic in the chain arm) as the pain rocked through her body.

It was easily visible that Annabelle was not in the best of straights. Sweat was dripping rapidly off of her forehead and onto the floor in front of her, her complexion becoming paler than a ghost, and the shudders that ran up her spine and through her limbs visibly every few seconds. Even the arrival of two new magical girls, out of the corner of her eyes. But not even these two arrival would perhaps fix-...wait a second!

"Hey! You two over there! He isn't covering the ceiling above the altar, or underneath it!

If one of you could come over, i need some backup to help with something over here!"
Annabelle said, calling out to Summer (@DarkwolfX37) aloud, after which a pained grunt could be heard escape the void-touched girl's lips.

Amaryllis seemed to be doing a good job...er, so far at least. Albeit Annabelle could tell her 'boss' wasn't being serious, and heavens forbid he ever did get into such a state. His anger was enough to terrify even her, a mind-bent magical girl.

Soth, on the other hand, seemed to take the attacks in stride. Severed tentacles withdrew and were replaced with new emerging ones, and more eyes began to emerge from the cylindrical darkness surrounding the altar on all sides like a hollow tube. The portals began to become a little larger as well, as if to accommodate more appendages for battle.

With this being the case, Alicia (@Flamelord) would not find a gap around the sides of the altar. No space along the sides that wasn't teeming with Soth's eyes and tentacles and dark portals stretching to the ceiling and floor. At least...not an obvious one, as Soth's eyes and tentacles were now lashing out at the Star Seraph and her afterimages with an unrelenting ferocity.

Likewise, Amaryllis would find herself facing many more attacking tentacles from all directions in front of her, and the eyes firing larger and stronger beams in her direction than they initially had. The lasers were also being aimed in different manners, in varying directions even, to try to coordinate attacks on the Rose Knight.

A vital clue had just been noted, however, about the situation. Above the altar and below it, the ceiling and floor respectively, were vulnerable. Annabelle herself was already connected to the altar from underneath as well, trying her best to do something about the matter, though this was not something anyone might immediately guess she was doing? Hmm... So what would be the best course of action, in this case?

@t2wave@MadManMoon@Shifter_Master@Ariamis@PlatinumSkink@Vocab@FamishedPants@ERode@DarkwolfX37@Card Captor@BrokenPromise
Annabelle Irons


and






-Ritual Site Inside Crypt-


The Horror seemed to be amused with Amaryllis' words, giving a light chuckle as she played such 'games' with him.

'Hohoho! I believe this is an attempt to anger me to some end? Deride me like some mortal as mortals tend to do?

Frankly, you of all the puppets here would know the most about prostituting one's self and body out so freely, wouldn't you? And that blade of yours, such a pathetic tantrum it throws, for being abandoned like the garbage it is. It can't find any purpose but to kill, much like a worthless beast falls to instincts.'


Soth seemed to try his hand at taking a jab back, though even the Horror's tone didn't seem to betray any sort of seriousness in the process. As he spoke, however, Soth went on the offensive simultaneously. Multiple eyes fired smaller magical lasers towards the lone Amaryllis (@ERode) and Annabelle, whose power was greater than the smaller lasers of the behemoth at the stadium before, whilst tentacles stretched from the abyss to strike at them with lightning speed. A strong opening move, perhaps, not something to underestimate...but also not unable to be handled with help or the right strategy.

But shortly, it seemed, Amaryllis and Annabelle would not be alone in their battle.

Alicia (@Flamelord) and Summer (@DarkwolfX37), after entering the crypt and blitzing in the direction of the ritual chamber, would find themselves following a path of cultists remains and bloody bits splayed everywhere around them. This, as it were, was evidence of the Rose Knight that had plowed her way right through the entrance and opened it up for them. From here it was a simple trip, though, going down the long set of stone-carved steps towards the ritual chamber at the bottom...and trying not to slip on the bits of the deceased cultists and monsters.

The walls of this stairwell were also carved with dark sigils and twisted symbols alongside runes, many of these things unrecognizable as compared even to the abandoned school. But for such a thing to have been placed under a crypt in this area, it was nothing short of defiling for the dead that rested in this graveyard.

Upon finally reaching the bottom chamber, the two would be able to easily tell the scene that was before them. The partial manifestation, somewhat lazy in execution, of Soth that had appeared to protect his ritual and 'have fun' with the two magical girls in front of him. Speaking of the two, it would be easy to see the proud Amaryllis facing what was to be a vicious attack, and Annabelle behind her in...well, calling it a 'bad' condition would perhaps be an understatement to describe her condition. The void-touched girl's face had paled far more than was supposed to be normal, her body seeming noticeably a bit thinner, her eyes seemed almost like death, and her muscles in places twitched with each bit of pain that continued to rock the still-draining-girl's body.

The only saving grace was the small grin she had donned, trying to do her best to put on a good face for battle.....well, that and the fact her right arm was unraveling into a swath of dark chains. That was actually kind of badass, perhaps.

"Heh...hah..."

Annabelle huffed aloud as she pushed herself, placing the palm of her right hand on the ground as it began to unravel into chains. Using the Soth-less magic in her right arm, maybe...maybe she had a chance to disrupt this. Her ties to the Horror were enough for her to be able to best feel the flow of magic in this area, though her own soth-given power and life were still being drained away. She hadn't much time, if she was going to do anything, to try to disrupt this ritual.

Well, it perhaps wasn't enough time to disrupt the entire ritual, maybe. She couldn't overwhelm an entire horror's power, no one perhaps could dream of it for that matter. Yet like any war machine with a vulnerable point, this ritual had something she could feel being more fragile than the other parts.

Soth's own connection to the altar and altered body. He could exert influence over this area with ease, he'd done that just for this occasion, but his ties to that body were thin at beast as she felt out the situation. That was why he was performing the ritual, after all, to solidify that connection and properly incarnate...and if he did it would be impossible to separate the two thing at that point. He'd have total control over the thing.

But, if that bond was severed, he couldn't "open the door" and go into the body at all. What would happen to it otherwise would be a mystery, if Soth didn't inhabit it. She had no time to question that, though, but if she succeeded it'd be horror-free at least in such a case. How much "juice", or magical power, she'd need to do this was in question though. If she could get some extra fuel from help, she could probably do it!

The chains of her right arm, or at least most of the chain tentacles thereof, dug into the ground and tunneled to try to get under the altar. Four stayed above-ground as Annabelle remained on one knee, to try to help protect her at least if anything got pat Amaryllis and towards herself. Not that she didn't trust the knight...it was that she didn't trust Soth to "play fair" in any of this and merely focus on the the Rose Knight herself.

One last thought did linger on her mind, however, even with her mind and magic going into full gear to try to do something about this situation.

'Regina...please, please be ok. I need you, here. I...i need to tell you so many things...' Annabelle thought to herself.

-Meanwhile, At The Ritual Site Exterior-


"Big Tony", as Sammy had dubbed him, was a seemingly fearsome beast indeed to be able to disrupt the barrier itself. Perhaps Soth had done a rush job on it, or didn't care if anyone managed to actually get inside? The mystery of that would perhaps be left to the annals of time, but more important than this was the fact this meant people could get inside at least! That much was perhaps a boon to the Beacon and other forces, and-

'Such a nasty beast to disrupt this barrier, but more guests will be entertaining.

It was so very cheap to set up, though....but to find truth is to also pay a price in this world~'


Soth's voice psychically rang out in all of the heads of those just outside of the crypt barrier, before Big Tony seemed to stop in his tracks and go still.

Then the great tiger began to jostle and squirm, as if something uncomfortable had worked its way inside. He seemed to be reacting to Soth's voice in his head, that unnatural thing that screamed at one's instincts to run. But he had assaulted the barrier, and the Super Sleuth herself had ridden him in here without trouble. So what could be going wrong?

Dark veins began to form on the front of Tony's forehead, removing furn and spreading rapidly down his face and neck and body. The tiger began to 'freak out' far more strongly at this point, writhing and trying to claw at itself to get rid of the offending power filling its body like a cup. It roared in agony and terror, but the lines continued to spread and spread...until its entire physical form was covered.

The now mostly-furless body of Tony went still, lying upon the ground as if dead, its remaining tufts of fur offset by the now black-colored skin underneath.

'Let this be entertainment, until more of you try to get inside.'

And then Tony's eyes opened wide once more, iris-less crimson red orbs of unnatural nature looking back out at the other magical girls. The body of Big Tony began to stand once more, the sound of cracking bones able to be heard from it. Tentacles and spikes of bone began to erupt from its body where fur had once been, and the beast bared its fangs and growled with a deep, guttural, alien sound that rang in the air.

Wait, did that thing have two more rows of teeth now too?! It seemed more powerful than the most basic goons at least, but it was a far call from whatever had been in that stadium by far. What in the world-?!?!

~Alert!!! Minor Lesser Horror Threat Detected!~

Type: Lesser Horror (unique)

Designation/Name:

Eldritch Tony, the Triple-Tripping Terrible Trouncing Tiger of Terror*


(*this trademarked name is not subject to change)


@t2wave@MadManMoon@Shifter_Master@Ariamis@PlatinumSkink@Vocab@FamishedPants@Flamelord@ERode@DarkwolfX37@Card Captor@BrokenPromise@DarkwolfX37@The World

Annabelle Irons





The tentacles binding Annabelle collapsed into a pile of meaty hunks on the floor, diced by Amaryllis' sword's might, before eventually dissipating into a black, ethereal smoke. Annabelle herself fell to the floor, emitting a small cry of pain.

This didn't stop her, however, nor seemingly stop the drain that had been put on her.

As the darkness-magical girl stood up again, bit by shaky bit, cultists swarmed towards the center to protect those who were chanting around the altar. Some were wielding nothing but their teeth or tentacles or fangs...others wielding a menagerie of other things such as metal knives and baseball bats stolen locally. Others held tomes in their hands, glowing with various sigils and symbols that would be found incomprehensible to the mentally stable or sane. It was a very visible effort to protect the ritual and the body lying on the altar, as if it was more important than their very lives and existences.

After all...wouldn't it all merely return to that void of origin?


'Ah, there is a mortal phrase to describe your position....a 'knight in shining armor' perhaps? Such an odd phrasing to linger in the mortal vernacular, but i shall accustom myself to these soon enough.

In fact, i must say it is an exciting prospect to indulge in this at all. Haha, so very peculiar of myself after so many eons to focus on the short-term...but i feel it shall alleviate my boredom for a while yet~'


As Soth spoke, inky dark portals formed around the center of the ritual site behind the warmed cultists. The portals rippled into the world like some kind of liquid, protecting the chanting cultists and the altar at the center. Some of the cultists noticed the phenomenon and began to smile, their faces bearing the look of true insanity...others began to relax their defensive stances. What was happening? Did the cultists know what was going on? Were more enemy forces about to come out against the two free magical girls?!

As this occured, Soth's voice seemed to ring out in the chamber with a low chuckle, coming from the portals physically, loud enough to be heard beyond the door of the crypt itself even like it was a speaker for the horror's physical voice.

'Ah, seeing Laat's little toy fumbling about has been most entertaining. All the little toys these 'patrons' have been more so overall, in fact, squirming like ants before the boot.... I suppose this is what a mortal might call 'perspective'?

But i have decided in earnest, now.

You, my failed avatar who is fuel for my incarnation, shall witness greatness. And you, slave of that rusty knife cast aside by the gods, shall enjoy a treat this day.

As i feel the time wane closer and closer to the climax, a strange sensation grows within me! I cannot stand idle, and thus i shall amuse myself more.'


Wait, what was going on here? 'Amuse himself more', what did that even mean?! Was it going to be another giant monster like at the stadium, or-

'All my loyal servants, rejoice! Your mortal coils and very souls shall return into the abyss, and there find eternal rest! Raise your voices to the heavens with praise for your lord!

I make a partial manifestation this day, a rare event rarely seen twice in all time! Your lives shall freely fuel this great thing.

Lo, watch on with awe! Give thanks to all creation, that you may witness this in your final moments!!!
'


Oh no.

The ritual chamber began to rumble with the thrum off power, the crypt visibly seen to be shuddering by those on the outside. A parting formed in the dark clouds, forming directly above the crypt and swirling like some kind of nexus. In the center it was clear, revealing the dark backdrop of the twinkling stars themselves as if the sunlight was being blocked out.

Then it began. Not the main ritual completion, but the partial manifestation of a greater horror in the mortal plane.

Rain began to pour down from the sky as the sky crackled with thunderstorms rapidly appearing around the nexus of cloud movements. Small tremors quaked in the ground, enough to be felt in the graveyard by those present.

Sequentially after came waves of tangible magical power, coming from the great cylindrical portal that had finally formed in the ritual site around the altar. The magic rippled into the graveyard, and all the way out into the wider city itself even. It was utterly alien in nature, and the inherent nature of it made it feel wrong to even the basest forms of life. It wasn't destructive, and not a single blade of grass was cut, though it wasn't a good feeling either.

And so the cultists in the basement, the ones on the outer side of the abyssal substance now protecting their lord's chanters and soon to be vessel, began to sing. Only the two magical girls at the ritual site could hear now, but the words were unmistakable and rung clear. Haunting and clear it was, a melody of jagged and alien rhythm that would jar the very soul.

"LET THE HEAVENS BECOME FILLED WITH TUMULT,

LET THE SOIL OF THIS WORLD DRINK UP THE BITTER CUP OF TIME'S FOLLIES!

ALL EXISTENCE SHALL PRAISE,

AND OUR FLESH NOURISH,

THE ARRIVAL OF THE INFINITE ABYSS!!!
"


Before the magical girls' eyes, physical space itself bent as the cultists on the outer side of the barrier finished their incantation. Their forms were then sucked up like a vacuum, pulled deep into the abyss which had fully formed behind them. Only an occasional spellbook or knife remained floor where some of them had once been, dropped in an instant by those who had let them go before being taken in with looks of bliss on their faces. A bloodless, but ultimately horrific, sight.

...Then the tentacles and eyes began to emerge. From the barrier, that very portal composed of the void itself, they same out slowly as they manifested. Physical space seemed to bend around them just a little bit, and the feeling of "wrongness" from the magical energy emitting out seemed to spike. The eyes seemed to stare through one's soul, and the only cultists left the in ritual chamber were not hidden behind something incredible as they chanted.

"This is but a part of me....i hope you both do not mind, but this new feeling i wish to give my thanks for this day.

I shall deal with you myself, and any who come to this place to try to prevent my incarnation.

It seems so absurd...haha....but i shall relish in this sensation further. Do keep me entertained!"


Soth's own voice run in the chamber and from the crypt itself again, not some psychic message, nor a verbal communication via a portal. This was the very flesh of the Infinite Abyss, of Soth made manifest. It rang with power to the senses, and his presence seemed utterly drenched in it to the core.

...And this was just a part of himself, let out on a whim in exchange for a few lives.

He wasn't being serious, however, and both Amaryllis and Annabelle would not find it too overbearing. It was many-fold greater in magnitude than any mundane monsters, or even the being at the stadium, but at the same time felt restrained still. They didn't seem any different than the tentacles Amaryllis had butchered in a heartbeat either, though there were far more now.

In other words, this partial manifestation was something they could actually fight against. And were anyone else to get into the ritual chamber, they would be able to join in on things.

"...I can take the right for a little bit...ah...if you take the left for now....deal?" Annabelle said with a small smirk at the end as she looked at Amaryllis. By this point she had finally fully stood up, and now her chain arm was slowly unraveling into over a dozen tentacle-like chains. She was huffing still as she spoke, and it wasn't like the other pain and drain had stopped ravaging her body.

Though...she seemed rather determined now, even if it was a mask by some means, and a healthy bit of fear still could be heard in her voice alongside this.

@t2wave@MadManMoon@Shifter_Master@Ariamis@PlatinumSkink@Vocab@FamishedPants@Flamelord@ERode@DarkwolfX37@Card Captor@BrokenPromise

~ALERT!!! PATRON-TIER ORGANISM DETECTED!!!~

Type: ??? (Greater Horror?)

Designation/Name:



(Partial Manifestation)


(Yes, you can fight him. Yes, this is a winnable battle since he's not being actually serious. Yes, i got dramatic with this post and went utterly ham with it. XD)

@Holy Soldier Imma be honest, things got very intense in the last few weeks and i lost track. @_@

Aerith Hastings


-Main Road, Intersection between Docks/Suttling's Basin/Golden Quarter-


The Big Reuinion


Resets: 5

Deaths: 4





Aerith found a small smile coming to her face as she looked over at who was tugging on her cloak, having drowned out the shouting prior to guide her cart through the street proper. However, she couldn't not recognize that familiar floofy head of pink hair and happy smiling face. It was a brief distraction from her more somber train of thought, but the dark-haired girl frankly welcomed it a little bit. She had a moment to spare, perhaps, in...whatever the hell she was trying to do at least. What with being caught between the rock that was a witch cult army in the woods, and the expectations of her boobs by a madman to find the location of a witch's hidden body before they would attack the city.

'So she's a street performer, eh? Heh...never though to ask, i guess, between all the dying and-...ah.'

That was right, she had no idea how the dying situation would go about now, if at all anymore. Would she die permanently this time around, as by all accounts she had the feeling she shouldn't expect Joy to just save her all the time now, or would she and the others return back if one of them died? In fact, who among the group was even still alive at this point? Hiro? Chieko? Ashton? Alistair? She truly had no idea when it came down to it, which scared her quite a bit regardless.

Aerith mentally furrowed her brows and grimaced at the thoughts, but shook them off as she outwardly gave a genuinely happy smile to Aki and a nod of her head. She reached out her right hand, gently ruffling the other girl's hair before putting her hand back by her own side.

"I'll try to be there for your show, Aki, and...maybe with a friend if i can find her," Aerith said, the words rolling off of her lips without much thinking after she got off her cart briefly to get a better look at the other girl.

She managed to barely catch herself, however, from adding "before it's too late" at the end of that sentence. She couldn't just cause a panic, or they'd all die to this...this mess sooner than later perhaps. That was all she could do, perhaps.

After all, what was one person to stop an army in its tracks? She had one trick that was useless against the laughing madman, and it wasn't like she could take on an army by any means.

But if she could at least find the others, maybe they could survive. It was a rather selfish thought, though, perhaps in that sense she was already like the forces who had been meddling with their lives as part of Talus' game.

"Aerith!"


That voice.

The tone of that voice was very familiar to Aerith's ears, calling out her name as clear as daylight and causing the girl's heart to skip a beat.

She rapidly turned her head to the side, eyes widening in surprise and shock as she watched Chieko run up in front of her. The other girl seemed to be wearing her hair differently...no, perhaps it was the energy she could feel from her? And was that a uniform, and a sword by her side? What had happened to this place in the last...week? Maybe a week.

Aerith felt tears come into her eyes, and found herself moving forward without thinking as she embraced Chieko in her two arms. The dark-haired girl felt herself crying just a little bit, audibly, into Chieko's shoulder for a minute or two. A wave of relief and joy washed over her body as her shoulder shuddered, just seeing that Chieko was actually alive and not killed by the bandits! She wanted to hold onto the moment forever...after all, that time with Joy hadn't been without her worries about the others strewn amidst things.

"You're alive!" Aerith seemed to echo back to Chieko, finally pulling back to look the other girl in the face with her own now-tear-stained one, a smile on her face, "I...I was such an idiot...and where I was I didn't know if....i'm just happy to see you alive here!!!"

But then her prior train of thought began to trickle back in, bit by bit like the flow of a small creek. Then it began to rush back in faster and faster, pushing aside her overwhelming joy and feelings of elation like a tidal wave in the end. Aerith's face fell from a look of happy and sincere joy, fading into a look of something that was unmistakably an 'oh shit' moment of the highest caliber. Like she had just remembered she came to a new world and left the stove on when everyone was out of the house.

"...Oh no. No no no," the girl said, her panic rising a bit, though she weas visibly holding herself basck down to earth some as she looked Chieko in the eyes and put her hands on the other girl's shoulders, and then spoke in as somber and clear a manner as she could deliver where only Chieko could hear her over the roar of city activity:

"Chieko, i don't know what's been happening over the last while...but i don't think we have time right now.

The entire city is in danger.

Long story short, i've been forcibly recruited by an army of cultists who are in the forest just outside the city right now. Their madman leader wants me to find the body of a witch hidden in this city before they attack, but even if i don't find it they are going to eventually attack soon despite that.

And all i have are some more spells, and this cart with a lot of clothes."


Now was perhaps a good time to smartly drop the bombshell. As much as she'd like to catch up with Chieko right now, there was nothing short of annihilation waiting just beyond the walls.

@BrokenPromise@Rune_Alchemist@liferusher
Autolycus


Foreign District > Latin District
Observing Potential Opposition





Well, he'd made out decent for a first heist on the first night of being summoned in. A decent start, a way to introduce the new kid to what was going on. Not a peep, not a sound, just pure skill and experience at work and play here. It'd been an easy little task, if he was to be frank, but he also wasn't going to be idle or stupid about it all. Heroic types were the kind of people to lash out and ask questions later in many cases, and some people in general would just try ta' ruin a guy's night and other fun by going 'oh you insulted my honor' or 'oh please sir, i need those cows' or 'wait a second you stole my daughter!' and all of that stuff. Because sheesh, human even now still probably needed a good sense of humor stolen out from under em and slapped in their faces. This to get them to take a 'chill pill' as the Grail had told him was a phrase in this day and age.

'You ain't gotta tell me twice, kid, i'm already on it. Just get your butt somewhere nice and safe, eh? And use one of them seals ta bring me over if ya' need me, kapische? Kapisch? Eh, whatever language they usin' these days."

With that, the master thief of ancient Greece swiftly and silently made his way after the staff-holding Caster (Da Vinci) and her master with the pretty bling. He had to say he was partial to those looks, and a lady who knew how to deck herself out was pretty nice as a potential target. But truthfully, he was just going to follow them back to their base, and then after imprining the location in his mind he was going to contact his master and rendezvous.

He had to admit, however, this kid wasn't much of a master thief. But he was going along with it well, so that much he could respect alongside the kid's passion for the good old martial arts! Kid even brought a bag for their goods, so he had some sense of being prepared perhaps. Baby steps, however, would be needed to get this to work properly and get the kid up to speed.

Maybe...just maybe he could turn him into a proper accomplice yet~

It'd be more entertaining than Ody-boy or Jasey-wasey (their mothers' nicknames for them made him sick) being kept away from him and getting little time to visit their grandpa and learn the tricks of the trade...

@Cu Chulainn@Red Alice@1Charak2@Danchou@SSW@ManyThings@Sunglass@SubjectVision@KoL




Moving To:

Follow Da Vinci and Da Vinci's Master Back To Their Base, Then Silently and Secretly Leave And Rendevous At A Secret Location With His Master



Charlotte


High-Rise District (just barely across the river from the Eiffel Tower)

Front Lobby, The Golden Shangri-La Hotel


Now Moving As Rapidly As Possible To:

Hôtel-Dieu de Paris (The Core)





Charlotte arrived on scene quickly, but motioned to the policeman who had driven her there to wait for a few minutes using her most polite mannerisms. However, it seemed the place was abuzz already with emergency services having arrived on scene. Charlotte warily eyed the scene as she walked swiftly into the hotel lobby, where a staff member looked to her with a surprised expression on his face. The man hastily jotted over to her, after leaning over to speak to a few other staff who were running about the place, before approaching her with a slight tremble despite his polite appearance.

"Ah, Mademoiselle Normadie! We are most glad you are safe at this hour! Are your hurt, have any suspicious individual approached you?"

"Monseiur, what happened? Why are there police and emergency vehicles outside here?"

"It is most dreadful! Someone seems to have set off a bomb in your suite. Other guests on the floor below heard such a loud racket...we were glad when we looked at security footage to find you had left a time ago"

"Mon dieu...but my room?! Is there anything left i may retrieve of my belongings?!?!"

"I wish i had better news, mademoiselle...but it has been ruined. Utterly, totally ruined, and the police have cordoned off the area and begun an investigation.

None are allowed to the Penthouse floor, much less the suite itself, i am afraid...but the manager is preparing all necessary compensation for what has occurred. We shall contact you as soon as things are together, mademoiselle, but to preserve your privacy was ask you leave the grounds immediately to avoid the...'media attention'. Staff will ensure your identity remains discreetly concealed, as requested when you first arrived here."

"...My thanks, monsieur. I shall vacate the premises for now, but shall return later for the promised compensation after...getting some fresh air, i believe. I also request all information on what happened beforehand, including camera footage of suspicious or strange individuals.

Ah, i hope you can understand. My family has made a few enemies over the years...but to think such barbaric actions would happen here, in Paris of all places, it boggles the mind! Though i do hope no staff were harmed in this incident, it is a very lovely hotel."


"Ah! Yes, such information is the least we can provide to assist both the police and yourself during your stay here in Paris. We shall compile what we can, and upon your return deliver what has been requested and other compensation! May your trip be well, Mademoiselle Normandie."

With that, the member of hotel staff, perhaps a sub-manager based on his attire after she'd gotten a better look at it, scurried off. She could hear him begin to bark orders and others along the way, though by the time any of those words would have reached her ears she had stormed out of the hotel lobby at a hasty pace. She stepped back into the cool dusk air, stopping for a second to breathe before she walked back to her waiting ride, and then got back into the passenger's seat she had previously ridden in only a few minutes ago. She borrowed the policeman's phone after a glance at the man, who merely nodded in assent to her as she began to call.

She did not want to press her contacts too hard now, and her family had so many here in Paris it was seemingly insane.

But what was she doing, where would she go? That was in and of itself an answer she was striking out to answer.

It was tempting to immediately go up to investigate, magecraft offered her that much advantage as easily as breathing was an advantage for beasts.

Her workshop had been protected whilst she was away, that much she knew. Had any poor sod of a magus or otherwise merely walked in, they would be dead or sent to a hospital. A servant, well, that was far less likely to go down in a hurry if they were of a knight class.

Regardless, she would make a check at the
Charlotte


Bois de Boulogne

Near Lake, Within The Park


Now Moving As Rapidly As Possible Back To:

High-Rise District (just barely across the river from the Eiffel Tower)

Penthouse Suite, The Golden Shangri-La Hotel





Something...or someone...had entered her bounded field. That was as much as she was able to know right now, but immediately the girl's back stiffened and an intense look of focus came onto her face. She'd expected that the peasants might be investigating the obvious places, probably knew she and a few others of notable enough rank were here in the city proper. That wasn't an excuse for potentially finding her workshop so fast, but in a war with desperate animals clinging to a wish or this land...heh, perhaps she shouldn't be too surprised. It wasn't like she hadn't come prepared for the occasion, and there were enough nearby hotels in this city that she had no problems setting up in another place of her choosing.

But for now, they needed to get back...

"Ah! My love, i feel that someone has intruded upon our abode! We must make great haste back to it, my dear, to punish the Saracens that dare trample upon it! Hurry, for i fear Rinaldo has called the Saracens upon us!"

With that clearly communicated to her servant in the appropriate panicked tone and manner, Charlotte swiftly began to make her way back. She'd had the taxi bringing them here waiting, and with a call or two using the driver's cellphone...well, the traffic would be somewhat more negligible and it would expedite their travel time greatly by calling a lift from the local police station in this area. Not a major favor for her contacts here, merely a small thing that wouldn't stop up the city's traffic or anything overbearing.

They'd definitely get the pleasure of intercepting the intruders, and dealing accordingly with their impunity~

@Reflection@Red Alice@Seirei No Hai




Autolycus


Foreign District > Latin District
Observing Potential Opposition





By the time his master cast a spell to look through Assassin's own eyes once more, the servant was already moving into a position to scout about and observe the assembled servants and flow of events it seemed. That and listen in on them. He made no preparations to attack, and frankly he had long by this time donned his Helm of Invisibility before even entering the district overall. It seemed like enough of a mess, with that Archer, and those idiots with them and the like. It was almost amusing to the heroic spirit, at least that heroes never seemed to change...

'I'm already goin' at it, kid. Who do ya think ya summoned, some chump with a war boner or an honor fetish? These idiots really don't change over tha' years. But keep ya'-self hidden, in case we gotta anotha' one of Chiron's boys runnin' around or somethin'.' Autolycus responded to his master over their mental link, jovially mocking the enemies and situation in the process. That being said, he was no less careful, swift, silent, and cautious in his own actions on his end...not even a single bit.

Though whilst the idea of heroes was on his mind, he could on the side recall the days of training that big ol' Son of Zeus, and gettin' a laugh initially when he'd been told the kid had killed his harp teacher in the past. He was a big ol' baby when it came to that anger of his, the apple fallin' a little too close to the tree when he'd seen that anger in action, but he and the big guy had always seemed to have a decent teacher-student relationship and such.

Then there had been that one grandson of his, smart-ass who was getting jerked off my Athena and all that crap. Got to name im' for some reason, so he'd named him after what he wanted the kid to do...pissing off people, just like his grandpa. Gotten a few frowns from his son in law for it, hell his daughter had nearly thrown a fit for where he got the name from! Haha! Took the kid hunting as he'd promised later on, but the kid had done a' stupid thing and scarred up his leg. Least' that scar had been good for somethin' later on when the kid had pissed of ol' Poseidon and eventually got back home. You're welcome, you smartass.

And hell there was that other grandson...eh, now wasn't probably the time to talk about that little shit. The charisma and heuvos on that one were big, but he went and blue-balled himself and kinda pissed off the wrong goddess to boot. That was as much as he'd note on him right now, at least.

'Idiots are going to be idiots, whether it's Zeus' kid, Athena's boy toy, or a little knight who thinks they have a big dick they can flaunt around...heh,' the Assassin thought to himself in amusement as he continued on undetected.

@Cu Chulainn@Red Alice@1Charak2@Danchou@SSW@ManyThings[Anyone Else Relevant]@Sunglass@SubjectVision@KoL
Charlotte


High-Rise District (just barely across the river from the Eiffel Tower)

Penthouse Suite, The Golden Shangri-La Hotel





"Ah, my love, you misunderstand. Spiritual form would only be to leave the building, after you may walk about with me in the moonlight. I merely wish to have a private walk with you, and you alone. No prying eyes, no Rinaldo to interrupt us, no Saracens to molest us, just the two of us where our love will shine without any jealous eyes~"

Charlotte could speak words like sweet honey, spin them like silken threads, and for this Berserker playing the act of the happy lover was as easy as taking candy from a baby. And as soon as she could get her servant to leave the building with her as desired, without inflaming his maddened rage, she would make haste to their ultimate destination. Not a bad place, but a peaceful one where she could talk with her servant and seek to avoid prying eyes for this first night. She felt that tingle of her command seals...there was something going on for sure in this area or close enough to it thereof.

Bois de Boulogne

Near Lake, Within The Park


Eventually, she would get her servant to their destination. A lovely lake, reflecting the gentle moonlight that had so been the container for her servant's sanity. She was no Astolfo, dressed in woman's garb in order to satiate the crazed knight, but being his Angelica seemed an easier route right now for the most part. Yes, and she would use this man's maddened obsession with love to seize the spiritual land of Paris, and if she cared about it then that backwater cup that had been used to make summoning a servant possible. The former was her primary goal, the latter....well, she supposed it would be worth study and examination after her victory. Summoning of heroic spirits would be useful to protect this land, should such a thing be exploit-able in some manner or another.

Ah, but for now that was something that needed to wait. Because-

"Ah, my love, is the park not beautiful tonight? Especially with just the two of us here, to enjoy our love without any seeking to taint it so?"

@Reflection@Red Alice
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