Hamel Della Astrologia
DDD Hotsprings, Foreigner's Lowlands
DDD Hotsprings, Foreigner's Lowlands
Hamel rolled his eyes at the Serbian's remarks, rude remarks were expected when he arrived, and he didn't have the energy required to send anything but a curt dismissal by biting his thumb towards the general direction of Tesla.
"I should be grateful that we aren't all already dead you nitwit. While I don't mean to be rude to the organizer of this little conference, shouldn't one be concerned about the beam of light that so easily shattered the world tree? If whoever was dumb enough to destroy such a work decided to capitalize on this opportunity, I would be hard pressed to fault them."
"Regardless, I am here in good faith. The recent actions as of late are a tad bit excessive for those within our line of work, such a laissez-faire attitude towards this ritual is clearly not working out. Which I assume is what this meeting is about.
Stoic and somber, he shooed away the pigeons, uncaring for the prize that laid within. Silently he took his leave and observed his peers, masking a scoff at the doctor. What sort of fool comes to save lives with such a prize on the line? He shook his head in shame at the man's declaration.
When the young woman stepped forward, however, he stood upright, attention focused towards the host.
And was immediately insulted.
Perhaps, in some other time, before he came to this war before he witnessed everything that had happened. He would have blown up, like the child he invariably was. Yet, today he refrained, carrying with him a more dignified aura despite his previous churlish acts towards Tesla. This was a serious moment, and he acknowledged it as such.
The knowledge that the Association and Church had attempted to interfere had elated a scowl from Hamel, if those two had bothered to respond to the recent actions as of late then it truly was time to establish some ground rules, and indeed, as Benita laid down the foundations of the grail war Hamel raised no objection.
In the first place, he lacked the imagination and care to really add any stipulations, and a recent event had led to his mind being focussed elsewhere.
That focus was broken by the Doctor, Kaveh or some other. The suggestion of placing the blame on someone else was to Hamel, a subject of great confusion. What was done was done, such a thing would not appease anyone and only smelt of blame. Such a thing was beneath him, and it was only the timely intervention of the Einasshe Heir and his primal spear.
In that moment, it seemed that Hamel was about to burst from indignation.
"Such a shame," he mutters, "That the tree of fantasy was instead turned into this unsightly thing."
To turn a symbol of nature into that of human progress. If he had any advanced means of reversion then he would truly like to take the spear for himself and see if he could restore it to its proper form.
Such a shame, though his correspondence with the young Heir was delightful he would have to express his displeasure in their next letter to him.
While making a mental note to prepare for such, an ominous aura befell the city.
Fear crawled through his body, a primal response to something far beyond his own existence.
Like any reasonable man, he briefly contemplated fleeing. It was only the fleeting flights of his fancy that brought him to Fuyuki. Even the allure of the prize was not enough to override his own desire for survival. Hamel was just about ready to bolt.
Yet, that man entered. The existence known as GIN FUJIMURA. Such a bright existence, such an overwhelming presence. His words invigorated Hamel, bringing him out of his stupor, and chasing away the obscuring fog of panic.
Reason restored, he listened intently to what the man had to say.
Upon hearing a plea to save the city, something within his heart fluttered.
The correct choice was to run away. To leave it in the hands of someone else. To preserve his bloodline.
And indeed it ran through his mind. His previous conversation with lancer had sparked some introspection within him, whether he should act appropriately, to grow up and away from his whimsical nature, or to simply let go and be swept away with his own desires.
But in the first place, wasn't it that whimsy that brought him here? That whimsy was what allowed him to see the wondrous sights he was allowed to see this hectic week. That whimsy brought him joy and beauty and anger.
Yes, it was that flighty nature of his that allowed him to see the greatest sights he could ever ask for.
Staring deeply into the glasses that materialized within his hands, as if contemplating some great question, he suddenly slammed it onto his face.
Taking a deep breath, his own ribs rattling within his chest, he bellowed out.
"I shall stand with you in defending this city of yours."
It was the least he could do, he decided, getting caught up in the atmosphere Gin exuded. To defend the city that brought many wonders to the world once more. It was the incorrect choice, the stupid one.
But when did he ever decide to take notice of what those peers of his thought? He would do as he pleased, for his own sake, and for no one else.
Southern Moor, Workshop
Southern Moor, Workshop
Bounded field collapsed, her own existence fluctuating, Giulia still coldy observed the status of her own projects. Panic raced through her mind as she presented a stony exterior, such an event was beyond means accessible in a grail war. No, it was clear to her something beyond her own abilities had presented itself.
It was prudent then, to act in conjunction with the rest, at least temporarily before they could find a way to normalize the war once more.
Master, she sends out via her connection, I believe whatever had just occurred is beyond our own capabilities to handle, it would be most prudent to ally ourselves with the rest of the competitors to deal with this disturbance.
Previously, Giulia took comfort in the fact that if it was necessary, she could simply poison and kill the masters of the servants she would be facing.
As time passed by however, she truly realized just how out of her depth she was and chose to hide away, letting the more visible servants clean up the stronger servants and masters so she may slink away with a win.
But now, it was clear there would be no winning. The grail war is no more currently.
They must band together to overcome the great evil that presented itself.
Aware of the incoming entities and the offer presented by the magus who was hunting her, Giulia quickly ordered her familiars and any mobile projects to follow her. Presenting herself to the Atlas Alchemist, Giulia politely accepts his offer.
"I would be more than grateful to accompany you away from this mess, let us quickly abscond before we get waylaid by these creature."