Mysterious Uncle Anthony Giacosa
Tohsaka Manor, Premises Outskirts
Put simply, the newest addition to the town was rather lost.
No, that was an understatement. He was insurmountably lost, to the point where he had no idea where he was or how to find his destination. He supposed this was the trouble of not knowing the native language, given that it made him completely unable to use his map to gauge where he was.
Frankly, he was near the breaking point of just walking in a straight line until he exited the city, and using that as a metric.
He was roused from these thoughts, though, as perhaps the only one in the city who stood out more than himself showed his face. The man quirked an eyebrow up in confusion, looking at Emmerich with a combination of gratification and annoyance. Looking over the officer for a few seconds, he gave his reply in German as well.
"Ah, one of those German shits, huh? Eh, never cared much about politics, so do as you will. You know you don't have the authority to act like this is your place though, yeah? Pretty sure your domain doesn't stretch this far." He remarked with a coy grin, the hand holding his map of Fuyuki dipping down slightly, since he was no longer looking at it.
Looking at the man, Emmerich could surely feel it. While it was faint, likely the faintest he'd ever seen, the man had the presence of a magus, that slight waft of prana around him that indicated him as such. However, it was minute, pathetic even. What sort of half-rate among half-rates did one have to be to give off that presence?
"Good to see someone else who knows a language I can understand, though." He chuckled, seeming utterly unperturbed by Emmerich's earlier demand. "You wouldn't believe how hard navigating this place is when you don't speak a word of Japanese. Anthony Giacosa, by the way, just call me Tony. I'm not gonna bother asking what you're up to over here, but you seem like you're in a rush and this doesn't seem like the place I'm looking for anyway, so I'll get out of your hair. Gotta ask, though, do you know how to get to the-"
Something changed. Without warning, the man who had called himself Anthony Giacosa cut himself off. His head snapped around to the titan standing beside Emmerich, looking at him, through him. "...you...?" He murmured out, as if testing how the word felt in his mouth.
That presence Anthony had began to change. No, physically he remained the same, and magically too, but in a sense beyond either the physical or magical, in nothing other than that ephemeral concept of "presence", something changed. His eyes hardened, that prior joking nature lost in a mad undercurrent as a primal glint formed in them. The hand that held the instrument case in his right hand tightened its grip. His posture straightened up ever so slightly, but that simple gesture caused him to appear a new man. Nothing had changed. Nothing had changed at all in any relevant way beside's the man's demeanor, so why, why did he seem so different than he had been seconds earlier?
When he spoke, his tone was darker, excitement lacing it as he felt the traces of a grin play at the edge of his lips. He had forgotten Emmerich, his eyes solely focused on Sigurd as he spoke, steel now lacing his voice.
"You smell like a demon, you know."