Descendants of Time (Role-Play Act 5: Revolutionary Moment)

Cinia Pacifica · 2014-12-02T18:25:26-01:00

Update: As of Act 4, many updates to the system was done and it's revamped enough hopefully. You can check the mechanic changes in the List of Profiles doc. Some other docs have more specific information too. If you want to catch up to the story for more recent contents, we've written review posts that goes through the majority of the important story parts of the RP based on each Acts: - Act 1 Review - Act 2 Review - Act 3 Review - Act 4 Review Spoiler: A lost country. A new country. An old country. What is true? What is false? So much has happened. From the sands of time they had arose. When the four representatives of the stars gathered… The wind had brought forth with it steam. Steam that brought with it soot, as well as dirt hated by those wishing to keep up an illusion – their appearances. When the eight representatives of the stars pointed blades… The wind had brought forth with it change. Change that brought with it inventions; elaborate usage of electricity, and fuels – providing more to grasp – so that they may hold onto their delusions. When the twelve representatives of the stars clash… The wind would bring forth with it a miracle. Miracle that would bring with it a gate. Yes, the gate beyond which the infernals live. Or so the prophecy had stated. I wonder if that is worthy of the word †˜miracle.’ Four had already met. As so did the eight. The meeting of the twelve had yet to take place. People have taken this prophecy for granted. O magi – wielders of power beyond the comprehension of mundane – those who suck mana from the realms’ air – are you certain that all the horrors and tragedies are from these Descendants of Time? You people – the magicians sworn to keep the world’s balance in correct order – should you be taking up your armaments against the bearers of the Zodiac? Has conflict truly been the only possible answer? Surely, their meetings had brought forth winds that shook the status quo. Yet I am willing to believe – that all have their reasons. For good, I hope. Instead of taking up blades and staves, take a moment – at least – to put up your hands – for prayers for those who have long passed away, for the mundanes and comrades alike. Don’t they mean anything to you all? Or is the process of generations – and heirs taking up your place – simply a means to extend your ambitions and desires to continue on in the material world? My duty – was never to rally against those descendants, but to be the beacon of peace and stability. I truly wish someone qualified could take my position. However, I too, hold a selfish ambition. I wish to find the answer. The answer to what is true, and what is false. This is the best position to navigate from – for the answer. So what if the Old King had stolen countless hearts of women and left countless hearts of men to cry? So what if the Countess had terrorized masses of people? Or of the matter at which the King of Knights lost his people’s trust? Or of the incident when the voice of the Fortune Teller told of the future that none wanted to know? What of the Thunder Emperor who fought to fend off the colonists to protect his herd? What of the tale of the Heart-Breaker Queen? She now suffers the fate of being locked away in a far, far land. Haven’t we humans done wrong ourselves? Are we to cast a deaf ear to the roars of wars we ourselves fought among each other? Mage’s wars. Civil wars. World wars. I, for one, am rather tired of these. Are we magicians implying that we are allowed to shed blood – so long as we raise our blades against one another? Nay. One should simply look from various directions. Let us look for what lies beyond what was seemingly obvious. Had we all not had our own reasons? The time of steam. The timeless zone. The time of future. And the modern time… Again, what holds the truth? How do we distinguish it – from what is false? If we claim that those from the past eras are but illusions… what of the country – from the modern era that we once knew? Were they real? Had they not disappeared – sunk into the sands of time? Do they even exist anymore? It is truly a mystery – one which I wish to solve. The prophecy spoken by the father of magi claims of the coming calamities to be brought forth by the Descendants, as if paying no care to the many conflicts to come for humans. Would one not see it as mockery? Was it truly a message to the magi, or the Descendants themselves? He who held the power to peer into the future – spoke not a word for the future of man or magicians. The calamities he spoke of were to be brought forth by the warriors of time. Each meeting of a group of them – would bring about great changes. The first would take time away. The second would accelerate time. The third would reverse time. And the fourth would bring about the infernals. Through the gates of hell would darkness come forth. The differences in the described events are rather strange, and do not match up. Magicians may find it credible due to the matching occurrences. I am yet to believe it blindly, however. Far from it. The father of magi cares only for the descendants. He cared not for the mundane. He never did, yet it was addressed to us – as if to use us. It might’ve been a message for the Descendants all along. That is my conclusion on the subject. – Queen Victoria’s Memoire, 1st Entry, 1857, August. ↑Prologue↑ Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my next Role-Play (RP), the Descendants of Time RP. It was originally inspired by my old Time Warrior RP. At first, I had planned for a simple †˜reboot’ RP, but soon I came up with new ideas based around the concept of †˜Time Warriors’ itself. After which, this RP came out as a result. As such, it is not a fanfiction RP, and anyone with little experience in RPing are welcome to join. This RP may start out a little… mysterious yet normal. However, don’t make a mistake – the story is undoubtedly of a dark fantasy genre. †˜Happy’ moments may seem more scarce than it may be. If you’re looking for some of those boring happy-go-lucky high school RP; kindly switch your computer off. I’ve spent quite a lot of time preparing this RP, for at least a month now. Not everything is done, but it’s good enough for this thread to be up, so that prospective players may submit their character profiles. It’d take at least about one or two weeks before this RP officially starts. Players will still be allowed to join after the RP starts. I’d recommend one to join before it starts, regardless. So this time, I’m incorporating Ars Magica 5th edition into the mechanism of my RP. It’s not fully Ars Magica the tabletop RP game, but it is for the most part – simply tweaked and changed to suit the online RPing style more. You do not have to read the book of Ars Magica, as most of the mechanic is explained in the guidelines below. If you’re a beginner, I don’t think you have to delve into the complications. Just knowing the basic will do. Now, a little about the kinds of character available for play: Time Warriors, this time, are based on the Zodiac Signs. There are twelve kinds of Time Warriors known throughout the world as is the number of Zodiac Signs. Each has features representing their Sign, and must work towards concealing their identity, for the mages are eager to find and kill them. Albeit, Time Warriors are immortal, so they are rather hard to kill, as they’re only killable when using their Time Freeze ability. Then we have the mages. Apparent guardians of the world’s balance. Spiritual balance, to be specific. They refer to the magical dealings and undertakings as part of the †˜Magic World’, which is just a way to separate the mundanes from their activities in context. Otherwise, the Magic World consists of Magic Organizations, and other Organizations that hires mages and participates in the activities of said †˜world’. Most mages have forgotten the main purpose for which they took up this responsibility, and simply practice magecraft for other purposes. However, they do wish to hunt down the Time Warriors. They follow the Father of Magi’s prophecy which implies that Time Warriors will bring ruin to the world. Lastly, we have the mundane members of the many societies throughout the world. The mundanes do not know of the Magic World, and it is only an urban legend or rumors to them. Few mundanes often come to learn of the Magic World and the many magicians who’re a part of it. Those planning to play a mundane character – in other words, an ordinary character – should be striving for such an archetype. Finally, you have the option to start from one of three countries – England, Japan, or Russia, and they have their own settings. England is in the 19th century timeline and has a steampunk setting. Japan is in the 23rd century, and is futuristic. Russia has no sense of time at all, but has a steampunk setting too. Other countries outside these three are still living in the 21st century in the modern era. Rules: To join this RP, you must submit your character profile to me through a Private Message (PM). If you're new to RPing, give the old RP Guide a read, if you feel inconvenienced with reading so much, at least check out the Munch section, please. No spamming. Please don’t post any comments, questions, or a profile in this thread. Use PMs instead, or some other place, as RP posts will be made in this thread, after the RP starts. Write in the Third Person Format, because no one likes to be confused. We’ll be writing in a Google Doc in real time, so First Person Format may confuse other participants and readers. Make sure you have some time throughout a day to be able to write. An hour is preferable, but other participants have to be around at least. You don’t necessarily have to be around every single day. Make sure you have Skype because it will be used for communication. Character Creation: Spoiler: Write up your character profile by filling out the necessary details in the character profile sheet and send it to me via PM. If you have questions, or want to submit a draft profile with a PM for my opinions, go right ahead. So, below is technically two profiles, but merged into one due to my laziness. Basically, you must decide what kind of a character you’re going to play. There’s Time Warrior, Mage, and the Mundane, in other words, the Ordinary. Time Warrior slots are limited. Some of them are NPCs, and the rest are †˜new’. Two of the †˜old’ Time Warrior slots are already taken. Not exactly taken, but my friends are gunning for them. Throughout the profile, you’ll notice something that only applies to either Time Warriors or mages. Exclude the parts meant for the type of character you’re not going for. The character profile sheet is as follows: Basic Information: Name: Your character’s name. It’s not limited to names of a country since your character’s nationality may be from anywhere. Alias: If your character has an epithet or a nickname he goes by; it goes here. Age: Your character’s age. Time Warriors may opt to have their original age hidden here. No characters may be younger than 16 years of age. Birthday: The month and day at which your character was born. Gender: State whether your character is male or female. Nationality: Which country your character originates from. Handedness: Is your character right-handed, left-handed, or ambidextrous? I personally feel that everyone should not go for ambidextrous. Appearance: How your character looks. Provide an image. It may not be a screenshot from an actual anime episode, however. A fan-image that is original is most preferred. You may add any descriptions via text to make distinctions from the image. Character Type: State whether your character is a Time Warrior, Mage, or a Mundane. New or Old: State whether your Time Warrior is one of the newer ones, or the older ones. This only applies to Time Warriors. New Time Warriors have a limit of 300 years while old Time Warriors have no limit, and they must be at least 700 years old. Legends: This applies only to Time Warriors; state your character’s names of legends, achievements, and events of fame (words that defines them). All of them. Remember that you will have to write about them in your character’s background. Affiliation: Which Organization, or Magic Organization your character is affiliated with. Regardless of whether his loyalty is sincere or not. To be a part of any organization, your character must have an appropriate Flaw or Virtue for it. Country: You may pick one of the following: England, Japan, or Russia. Your character will be starting in the country that you state here, when the RP actually starts, so the character may have differing nationality. Personality: How your character acts and whatnot; the quirks of his everyday behavior. You must explain how his mind works, which includes both his demeanor and his inner mind. You must also explain the Personality Flaws that you took for your character here. The actual cause of the chosen Personality Flaws are best described in the background. Background: Your character’s backstory. In other words, his past. Explain how he had lived up to the point where the RP starts. You must include a piece of information about his origin – home, family, bits of his childhood life. You must explain here – how your character got to either England, Japan or Russia (whatever you picked above in †˜Country’), since regardless of his nationality, he must somehow get to the chosen country before the story starts. This is where you may write out why your character has the Virtues, Flaws, and the Abilities (possibly spells, if they may apply) that you chose during this process of character creation. After all, these things shapes your character’s very life. Other than that, you should sum up what your character expects of his life, and what he wants out of it – if he has it all decided, anyway… it may help me to come up with some events later. For the Time Warriors, they’ll have to write about their character’s legends too, and how the actual events differed from the legends told by the textbooks and online webpages. You have most freedom in changing whatever legend you pick for your Time Warrior. Technical Information: Zodiac Sign: This only applies to Time Warriors. State your character’s chosen Zodiac Sign. Not the one from birth, but the one your character is a Time warrior under. Statistics: Your character’s statistics, it measures your character’s general capabilities. You have 35 base Statistical points to spend on the stats listed below: Strength: Your character’s physical prowess. Your character will mostly need this for raw physical damage, or pulling off feats requiring brute strength. Dexterity: How fast your character is physically. Generally, your character would be able to use it to run away from all kinds of dangers with this, as well as outrun others. Endurance: Grants your character 30 HP per point if he is a Time Warrior, otherwise your character gains 20 HP per point. This shows how much stamina and physical tolerance your character has. Mana: It grants 20 MP per level. This is only available to the Mage type characters. Ordinary characters may or may not have it. It measures how much mana your character is able to harness from the appropriate realm to cast magic. Spirit: It grants 20 SP per level. This is only available to Time Warriors, Spirits, and those with only Supernatural Abilities (sometimes Mundanes may have this stat too). It shows how much spiritual energy your character possesses. Intelligence: Your character’s mental capabilities. The five senses all pertain to this, because your character’s brain must process information fast enough for him to react. It also encompassess memory and knowledge. Wisdom: In other words, willpower. Your character’s ability to keep things together instead of going insane and not wetting his pants. This allows your character to resist lies and befuddlement, as well as casting spells. Getting tired lowers it; if this goes down to 0, your character will faint. Charisma: Ability to charm, socialize, approach to simply speak anyone, or catch the attention of the peers with venerating aura of reverence. If it is high, the right people may just come to your character on their own. This is sometimes necessary to talk with certain kinds of people, especially the nobles of England. Luck: Obviously, your character’s luck. When there is no better way to crawl out of a dire situation; luck may be your character’s greatest salvation. However, lady luck is a fickle mistress; it is very unpredictable. The base limit of this stat is 5. If your character is a Time Warrior – you may not use any of your Stat points to boost this stat up. Instead, your character is provided a default Luck stat point (completely free stat points), which you may check in the List of Zodiac Signs below. Flaw: Write up the names of your character’s Flaws that you picked. The points may amount to 10 at maximum. Whether it is free, minor, major, or special should be informed in parenthesis. Virtues: Write up the names of your character’s Virtues that you have purchased with the points you achieved from picking Flaws. Again: whether is it free, minor, major, or special should be informed in parenthesis. Abilities: Write up all the Abilities that you purchased, including their levels just beside the names. Abilities are bought with the base Ability points provided for every characters, which is 35. More may be gained via purchasing Virtues or Flaws, but they may be restricted to particular types of Abilities that you may spend them on – Heaven’s Commandment Virtue, for instance, provides 10 Ability points, 5 of which may only be spent on Time Warrior type Abilities, while the rest may be used freely. If your character specializes in a particular Ability, put “(+1)” beside the original number of level. Keep the Abilities in order. I.e.: General, Academic, Arcane, Martial, Supernatural, Time Warrior. Specializations: Your character may specialize in 3 Abilities. State the specialized Abilities here. Arts: Your character’s Arts – this includes the Techniques and Forms – must be listed here. This only applies to Mage type characters. Certain Techniques are gained from certain Academic Abilities, while certain Forms are learned from the Lore-based Arcane Abilities. Primary Technique: It is the first Technique your character started learning magic with. The first 5 spells that he learns must be under this particular Technique, combined with the primary Form. Primary Form: It is the first Form your character started learning magic with. The first 5 spells that he learns must be under this particular Form, combined with the primary Technique. Other Techniques: Through buying and leveling up certain Academic Abilities, your character may gain access to other Techniques. Other Forms: Through buying and leveling up certain Lore-based Arcane Abilities, your character may gain access to other Abilities. Mage’s Sigil: This only applies to mages. Every mage has their own unique qualities mixed into them. Even if they all use the same spell; there will be a small difference. Someone may cast Aurum spells that blows with wind but leaves a rose scent as an aftermath, another may cast a Terram spell and the earth would be controlled in a very orderly manner. Or a mage casting an Aquam spell could cause the water to glow and turn to ice at one point regardless of her wish. There are many kinds of sigils mages have, and they become more and more apparent as a character gains more Warp Points. Equipments: Information about your equipments must be provided here. Weapon: Depending on the type of weapon your character wields, a base damage is provided. Your character may use a weapon if he has the appropriate Martial Ability to use it. Each Martial Ability is bought for each type of weaponry. Minimum base damage of any weapon is 5. You may purchase the Relic Virtue to have a mythical weapon (usually owned by Time Warriors), but you’d have to talk to me about it before picking a weapon. Otherwise, you may pick the Magical Item Virtue. Attire: Most people don’t really wear armors anyway, they happen to wear enchanted clothing instead. No Ability, Virtue or Flaw in particular is required to have an armor, and the enchanted clothing provides a default 2 Defense value but may break easily from taking damages, while the invisible armors donned by Knights and Dark Knights usually provides 5 Defense value. If you want your character’s attire to be special, pick the Magical Item Virtue (it only lets you pick one item from the list). Treasure Item(s): Usually, crafters and alchemists happen to have these as they make them. Otherwise, you’d need a Virtue that makes your character wealthy to be eligible for having at least one of them. Each social status proving your character’s wealth and power allows 1 Treasure Item. Otherwise, Magical Item Virtue lets you pick one. Confidence Score: Every characters starts with 1 score, but a Virtue, or story events may raise it. Each score raises the point limitation by 3. The limitation may be surpassed temporarily by the effects of a Flaw or a Virtue. Confidence Points: Every character starts with 3 points, but a Virtue, Flaw, or story events may raise them. They may be used to make a dice roll check pass even when they fail. However, they’re lost forever once used, and must be gained anew. There are other ways to gain them, refer to the mechanism section below. Reputation Type: State the type of Reputation and its level your character has. This may only be gained through a Virtue, Flaw, or through story events after the RP starts. Spells: List all the spells your character had learned – this is only for Mage type characters. They must be listed chronologically, but the spells from your character’s primary Art comes first, before the rest. We don’t want things to be out-of-order, especially when we have to look up what spells your character has learned later on. Please put the Technique and Form name combination over the class of spells. I.e.: Write †˜Rego Corpus Spells’ then list off all the spells of Rego Corpus that your character learned. Mages have no real limit to learning spells, but characters are limited by Magical Education and Magic Theory Abilities. List of Zodiac Signs Available: (Update: No more Time Warrior slots available.) Spoiler: This contains all the Zodiac Signs your Time Warrior character may hail from, along with some basic or useful information about them. The full information about the powers will be sent via PM to the player by me. Zodiac Signs that are not taken before the RP starts will be used to make NPCs instead. To be honest, all these Zodiacs except for Aries and Libra are being targeted by my friends already… try taking your pick, anyway. Be careful, though. Once you get the actual full information about the chosen Zodiac Sign; you may not change to another Zodiac Sign. [size=15]Aquarius:[/h] Symbol: The Water Bearer. Color: Blue. Classification: Knight. Element: Water. Physical: Cool and Balanced. Realm Affiliation: Faerie Realm. Ruling Planet: Uranus. Lucky Stone: Amethyst, +2 Luck. Time Ability: Seeing a vision of the target’s past. He must sin after using this power. Vice: Your character’s sin is taking pride in his accomplishments. He is unable to boast, nor is he allowed to make statements that distinguish between †˜positions’ of himself and another. Time Span: January 20 - February 18. [size=15]Aries:[/h] Symbol: The Ram. Color: Red. Classification: Rogue. Element: Fire. Physical: Hot and Active. Realm: Infernal Realm. Ruling Planet: Mars. Lucky Stone: Diamond, +5 Luck. Time Ability: To go to the future. He must sin after using this ability. Vice: Your character’s sin is showing rage and anger through speech and words. He may not raise his voice beyond the ordinary level of speech. Time Span: March 21 - April 19. [size=15]Taurus:[/h] Symbol: The Bull. Color: Brown. Classification: Vanguard. Element: Earth. Physical: Active and Warm. Realm: Infernal Realm. Ruling Planet: Venus. Lucky Stone: Emerald, +4 Luck. Time Ability: Aging. Your character grows older by three years despite being immortal, in an instant. This ability only works if your character sins. Vice: Your character’s sin is hatred. He is disallowed from expressing any form of hate. He is disallowed from speaking words of hatred in any way. Time Span: April 20 - May 20. [size=15]Gemini[/h] Symbol: The Twins. Colors: Sky Blue and Emerald Green. Classification: Summoner. Element: Air. Physical: Cool and Move. Realm: Infernal Realm and Divine Realm. Ruling Planet: Mercury. Lucky Stone: Aquamarine, +3 Luck. Time Ability: Your character constantly see what would happen five seconds into the future. Vice: Your character’s sin is greed. Every time he finds himself fulfilled from self-satisfaction by completing an ambition – he has sinned. This only applies if your character had to step over some other person’s feelings of any kind to accomplish it. Time Span: May 21 - June 20. [size=15]Cancer:[/h] Symbol: The Crab. Color: Silver. Classification: Assassin. Element: Water. Physical: Cool and Passive. Realm: Magical Realm. Ruling Planet: Moon. Lucky Stone: Moonstone, +2. Time Ability: Acceleration of the process of something in an object, say, a cancer, for instance. Your character must sin after using this ability. Vice: Your character’s sin is rest. She must not rest or stop to relax in any case. Even when she has nothing to do, she must find something to occupy herself. Time Span: July 21 - August 22. [size=15]Sagittarius:[/h] Symbol: The Archer. Colors: Purple. Classification: Archer. Element: Earth. Physical: Cooling. Realm: Magical Realm. Ruling: Jupiter. Lucky Stone: Turquoise, +3. Time Ability: Unwind reality – your character is able reverse the time of something. Your character must sin after using this ability. Vice: Your character’s sin is lying. She is not allowed to lie in any way, even about something trivial. She must answer any and all questions truthfully and faithfully. Time Span: November 22 - December 21. [size=15]Capricorn:[/h] Symbol: The Goat. Colors: Black. Classification: Warrior. Element: Wind Physical: Cool and Strong. Realm: Magical Realm. Ruling Planet: Earth. Lucky Stone: Garnet, +2 Luck. Time Ability: Your character may completely stop the time of something. Forever. He must sin after using this ability. Vice: Your character’s sin is food. He must not express his hunger in any way, nor he show his desire to eat. Time Span: December 22 - January 19 Character Features: Spoiler: Flaws, Virtues, and Abilities: The system of Flaws and Virtues provides features to your character that makes him or her unique after you put them all together. When you’re making a character, you should pick Flaws and Virtues, first. A minor Flaw or Virtue is worth one (1) point, while a major Flaw or Virtue is worth three (3) points.. You are limited to 10 points when taking up Flaws. The accumulated points of the Flaws you took for your character grants you the same number of points required to buy Virtues. So if you buy Flaws equivalent to 10 points, you basically gain 10 points to buy Virtues. A Flaw is defined as a kind of issue in your character’s life that is sometimes considered not preferable. However, it is not always exactly †˜bad’. Selfishes is sometimes frowned upon, but it may be endearing for parents. Kindness is often seen as a good trait to have, yet it isn’t always necessarily good for a particular person to always show kindness. You must take the Vice Flaw to play a Time Warrior. Or the Blatant Gift to play a mage A Virtue is defined as something arguably helpful or nice to have, but it can make a person’s life harder. Work, responsibilities, power. They seem nice, but they add a weight to pressure to a person, most of the time. There are times when one may wish that they weren’t particularly skilled in something. You must take the Heaven’s Commandment, and the Mythic Blood to play a Time Warrior. Or take The Gift, or the Gentle Gift, to play a mage. If you wish for your character to be an ordinary, mundane character who is going to delve into the Magic World after the story starts; do not take the Heaven’s Commandment or The Gift (or any of its variations). Instead, take a Virtue or Flaw that justifies your character having supernatural connections. I.e.: Ghost Warder, Guardian Angel, Plagued by Supernatural Entity, etc. Please note that you must pick at least one personality Flaw, and one Social statue Virtue/Flaw during the character creation process for the profile to be legitimate. After you’re done picking Flaws and Virtues – it is time to look towards the Abilities. There are 35 base Ability points provided when creating a character, but several Flaws and Virtues gives extra points, albeit in some cases they may only be spent on particular types of Abilities. You must note that Academic, Arcane, Martial, and some Supernatural Abilities are locked. To unlock them, you must take a particular Flaw or VIrtue. You will come across various Flaws or Virtues allowing you to unlock them during the process of character creation. However, to unlock the few Supernatural Abilities – your character must be a Time Warrior. To buy Abilities, you must spend Ability Points; 1 Ability point per level, up to level 4. For levels 5 or above, you will have to spend 2 Ability points per level. For levels 8 and above, you must spend 3 Ability points per level. Do not forget that certain Flaw, Virtue, or Abilities may have you specify their type in the very names. Here is the list of the Virtues, Flaws, and the Abilities: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZfRWOvsSi4dOYDP-NUt5FjfouSXXDsC9VY1UMtf0-tI/edit# Abilities your character has not learned may still be used unless it is marked with a * mark. The list may go through small changes as time passes. Arts and Spells: Mages practice the Arts to be able to cast spells. An Art consists of Techniques and Forms. Only by combining a Technique and Form, can a mage cast a spell. The first Technique and Form your character learns is his primary Technique and Form, as they are the first he had studied and understood. Hence, your character’s first 5 spells must be from that particular combination of Technique and Form. A Technique arises from studies of different fields. They’re not particularly related to magic, but they do grant one knowledge and wisdom. Techniques are a set of beliefs that tries to connect with a mystical Realm. Theology, for instance, teaches the Techniques of Creo and Rego. Techniques may be gained from certain Academic Abilities. There is no limit to learning Techniques for any characters. A Form is an element. Through the studies of a particular Realm may one delve into its properties to manipulate it. By mastering a Form, one may draw the mana of its affiliated Realm to fuel a spell. The Mana stat only determines how much Mana your character is able to harness before he drains himself out. A Form may be gained from the lore-based Arcane Abilities. Here is the list of Techniques, Forms, and Spells: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rbbnHP_X3AI4dBK80Db-vFq2xMxiffEWw7bwbLtbNWs/edit# The list may go through some changes as time passes – I may add more spells… I may not, too. We’ll see. Equipments: Weapon, attire, and Treasure Items – the set of equipments possibly usable in game terms in this RP. Your character may start with any ordinary weapon and clothing, but they may be enchanted. It is possible to have a Treasure Item from the start – but your character has to be wealthy to be eligible. A weapon is obviously a tool meant to wound and kill a target. For it to contain magic, or be a mythical weapon with special properties – you must buy the Magical Item Virtue, or the Relic Virtue, respectively. Weapons usually provide a base damage, which adds a number of damage into every normal attacks your character makes with that weapon. Ordinary weapons comes with 5 base damage. A Strength roll adds more damage to it. To have an absolutely ordinary weapon, say, a sword – you simply need to have a Single/Great Weapon (Sword) Ability for it. An attire is what provides protection up to an extent to your character. Mostly from the prying eyes, however. Ordinary dresses or attire of any kind comes with 2 Defense value. These attires may break as soon as your character is hurt, however. You must pick the Magical Item Virtue or the Relic Virtue if you wish your attire to have enchantments or special protective properties. Defense rolls allows a character to gain lowered damages. A Treasure Item is an enchanted item that usually comes with various effects. They are crafted by Crafters or Alchemists, and usually has mysterious effects. You may pick one from the list if your character is wealthy in any way. The most dangerous yet commonly seen Treasure Items are ones that possesses vis, usually worn by powerful mages. Vis is raw magic that may power up spells, by the way. You may pick more with Magical Item Virtue. Those under Relic type may not be picked during character creation, unless you use the allowance from the Relic Virtue. Remember that the Relic or Magical Item Virtue may not be picked twice. To dual wield a weapon (I.e.: two identical guns on both hands), your character must have the Martial Ability Single Weapon or the Ranged Weapon Ability at the appropriate level (4 for Single Weapon or, 3 for Ranged Weapon) of that particular type of weapon (I.e.: gun.). To use two different kind of weapons at once (I.e.: sword and wand on both hands), you must pick the Multiple-Weapon Martial Ability. However, you will have to purchase Single Weapon Ability or Ranged Weapon Ability (or Great Weapon/Thrown Weapon Ability) appropriately. So if you wish to have your character fight with a sword and a wand at the same time – you’d need to buy Single Weapon (Sword) at level 1 at least, and Single Weapon (Wand) at level 1, at least. Note how this Ability had to be bought twice, but under different type of weapon. You may justify four weapons if your character is an android or a marionette (after buying appropriate Virtues) by claiming that two weapons are fitted into legs or other parts of the body, while the rest are in both arms. Of course, you’d need to invest quite the number of Ability points for them. Those who wants over four weapons should just shoot themselves. Here is the list of Weapons, Attires, and Treasure Items: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MLNCLQ3geMOHgkFGrlff7E7wTugJNVw7jEJCHz9eSV0/edit If there’s any grammar issues or major game-related issues, don’t hesitate to tell or use the comment function. Protip: Use ctrl + f to find something specific. You may use the Table of Contents add-on to navigate easier, especially for the spell list. I have the Table of Contents set up on most docs.

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Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

“This is why I lament the existence of reckless people,” Laura said, tending to Michael’s wound; wrapping bandages at places where his prey struck him.

Michael was back in the church. He reported his victory over the lycanthrope and explained most of what transpired in the battlefield. Laura was far from happy and seemed to be rather irritated because of how hurt he was from the battle. Everyone seemed to be asleep, as it was past midnight, and Laura was up reading some reports and doing paperwork he’d understood the importance of when he first arrived.

“Well, if you’re going to be the one who tends to my wounds every time, you should expect this to happen a lot,” Michael joked, trying to get his mind off what happened. He had tomorrow, maybe even the day after to think about what Bram Stoker said. For now, he’d try to enjoy the fact he had survived an encounter with a lycanthrope twice as big as him. “Besides,I’m pretty lucky, I think.”

“Lucky, about what? Sheesh, these claw patterns on.. your shoulders… that must’ve been one large lycanthrope,” Laura commentedd. “...I wonder if this was the exact lycanthrope that Mary was reporting about back then.”

“Probably. I don’t think there would be two lycanthropes running around London. At least, I hope there weren’t.” Michael stopped talking for a second before going back to Laura’s first question. “Yeah I think I was pretty lucky. The rain might’ve weakened his connection with the moon, for one. The second would be that you were here when I got back… I think his claws had poison, not sure.” He turned his head to face Laura and smiled at her. “So thanks, for being here I mean, and helping me with my wounds.”

“You… you’re welcome,” Laura replied, albeit her voice tone was really low. “...Anyway, I hope you’re not relaxing too much now, more missions are still to come.”

“I’ll be ready,” Michael replied. “What did they say about that thing with Mary and the Boundaries? Or did they even say something?”

“...Nothing, which is rather strange,” Laura answered. “Nothing of note, that is. They did say that investigations would be done to confirm my reports. Do they think that I am untrustworthy?” Laura said, her temper flaring. “...We knights aren’t taken seriously often just because we are not the oh-so-pious priests, yet we’re told to boss around a mob of executors. That aside, there is a request that came in recently, and you’re the only one without any work. So I suppose you got your next mission.”

“I suppose. What is it about?” Michael asked, ignoring Laura’s outburst.

“About someone suspected to have turned into a vampire recently,” Laura answered, still tending to Michael’s wounds. “I don’t know how they got the information, but it is said that she is close to the leader of the terrorists, BLoodLuSt. This may be dangerous, but that’s part of the job.”

“I’d cry the day they give us an easy job,” Michael quipped. “Did she get turned willingly? Do they have anything else about her, like a name, perhaps?”

“Yes, yes they do,” Laura answered, taking some papers out from a pile of other papers, and handing it to Michael. “As you can see, her name is Claudia Virtusio de la Farris – this name was recently confirmed. She settled in from France, and there are numerous cases where she is doubted to have been a part of a family of Diabolics that the church executed more than a decade ago. Currently she is a scholar in the Royal Academy and was working with a Duke until recently before she decided to leave him. There are rumours saying that she cast a forbidden spell in a practice match in the academy, but the academy chose to conceal all information regarding the matter to protect its reputation,” she said, explaining the matter. “Basically, there are quite a lot of reasons for which they want you to go execute discretely. Her full name allowed the Church to know that she is indeed the final surviving member of the Diabolic family, and the forbidden spell indicates further that she is dangerous. There is a source stating that she is often sighted around the East End, and that’s all you got to go with for a trail.”

“Interesting. I won’t enquire how she escaped her family’s execution, but to serve the Duke… You think she were spying on him for the BLoodluSt?” He voiced out his thoughts while reading the papers Laura handed to him. He immediately assumed that she was a vampire, and decided to consider his plans. “I’m actually quite surprised we have this much information about her. Does she work alone?”

“She has been suspected by the Church for a while it seemed. Even we cannot take action without proper grounds against a person suspected of heresy. Her possible interactions with the terrorists, however, was not something we could ignore. Considering that she may be connected with this organization, she may not be working alone.”

“I see. Well then, I’ll start reconnaissance as soon as possible. That being said, I need to replenish my supplies soon. You know anyone who likes to tinker with guns?”

“As usual, you buy with credits, or you can ask Robert if you like getting off scot free,” Laura said, shrugging. “Make sure to rest up before getting back to work, I doubt you’d be able to investigate in that state.”

“I’ll ask Robert then. I try not to spend money as much as I can, after all. Besides, I might’ve done his job for him, killing the lycanthrope and all.”

“I suppose you did, who would’ve thought your and his target were one and the same?” Laura said, contemplating the matter. “I wonder what the story behind Bram Stoker is, however, since I can’t help but think there is more than meets the eye.”

“Not sure, wasn’t really in the position to ask… or to talk to him for that matter. He seemed like he was unaware of what he was, though. If you ask me… it seemed like he was a victim himself,” Michael replied, putting his hand on his chin while thinking.

“Perhaps someone was behind this… maybe BLoodLuSt, but I may be overthinking,” Laura guessed, but it was as good as any.

“Well, they are the most probable suspects… But why choose Stoker of all people? Isn’t he popular? Are they always this flashy?”

“Not at all,” Laura replied. “People like Claudia are more common. People like her with rare talents yet obscure to the society. She was but a maid working for the Duke until she left him. However, they do say that Claudia’s family was once an upstanding family in France. Now the surviving member is but a mere topic of scandal, and more scarcely, a scholar.”

“Yet they were heretics and were executed by the Church. Much easier connection made. I guess they decided it was time for her to be with her family, then.”

“Possibly. I would not be surprised if that were the case.”

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

Instead of leaving immediately after Laura finished patching up his wounds, Michael decided to loiter around Laura’s office. His chin rested on his left hand, sitting casually while staring at Laura doing her paperwork. He admired her tenacity; when she fought with him, when she was at the hotel, and most of all, when staring at all those paperwork.

“Is there anything else you need?” Laura asked without looking up from her documents, Michael’s stare coming off as a little disconcerting. “You should rest while you can.”

“Want to take a break?” Michael asked, “I feel like taking a walk.” He sprang up from his chair and walked towards Laura, kneeling when he was beside her. “Come with me, Princess, and I would show you the world!” he said in a sing-song voice.

“What…?” Laura said, but then heaved a sigh to ease herself up, and smiled. “Where would you take me, then, Prince?”

“Let’s go to the park, it’s a nice place and there won’t be anyone who would bother us.”

“At this time of the night?”

“Yeah, It will be like we have the park just for us! Now, let’s go!”

“I suppose it will be peaceful and quiet, at least,” Laura said, agreeing.

Fallan Kamen Rider Cheeki

9 years ago

Now in Hyde Park, the two came. It was pleasant and quiet, with the cool breeze blowing, Laura simply took in the atmosphere and found herself relaxing already. The smoke that was carried in the air was fainter than usual, as the factories were not functioning so late at night.

“You know, we are breaking the law by coming here this late. The curfew is still in effect,” Laura said, “Not that I hate coming here.”

“As long as no one finds us, it’s okay. This is the perfect time to go to the park, it’s nice and calm.” Michael was sitting on the grass, his legs outstretched. “Today… today, I managed to get Iris in danger again. I’ve done nothing but to bring her to harm,” Michael said to Laura, his tone sounded like he was asking Laura for help.

“Then don’t involve her so much,” Laura said, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world, “If she is your sister, you should be keeping her away from danger, not dragging her right into it. I suppose you know that, but you make the same mistake anyway. That mission was yours; not her’s.”

“I don’t want to, but at the same time, I feel like she won’t listen to me if I told her to go away from me.” Michael laid down on the grass before he continued. “I suppose I was the reason she is in that form in the first place. Anyway, how are you?”

“Don’t change the topic now, how did you change her form to a spiritual apparition to begin with?” Laura enquired, not letting Michael switch the conversation to a different topic with a question. “It seems like her body is laid dormant somewhere, while her spirit channels mana to make herself take an ephemeral form in this realm.”

“Not sure how she did that spirit thing but; remember the first time Mister Stoker got away? She took the bullet meant to end him then.” Michael replied, “So to be completely honest with you, we aren’t really siblings.”

Laura finally sat down beside Michael on the green grass, and pondered over the words she had just heard.

“...So that’s the truth. I knew you were lying in some way about the siblingship – considering the differences in facial features – but I did not press further as that would be too personal.” Laura then looked up to the moon, and sighed. “I suppose you have to make it up to her for that bullet?”

“I’m not entirely sure. Partly that, I guess. I also want to know why. Why did she take that bullet? Why was she there in the first place.” Michael looked down on the ground taking a moment’s pause before continuing, “I suppose I lied about our relationship because I don’t want her to be branded as accomplice of sorts. I don’t think she would be a girl that would be involved in these affairs. No, I believe she is innocent.”

“She does seem to appear innocent, yet why would she subject herself to more danger, especially when it was you who shot her?”

Michael fell silent at Laura’s question. There have been plenty of times Michael could have asked this to Iris, but he chose not to. He felt confused, yet afraid of what the answer might be; so he chose not to ask. He closed his eyes and saw Iris in his head, how many times must she be hurt before he does something about their status quo?

“I suppose she did not tell you,” Laura said, concluding from the silence. “If you won’t do anything about it, don’t complain about it after it is too late to act.”

“I didn’t ask.” Michael replied as he sat back up. “But I think with the affair of the cloaked man done, she would also… she would go back home. I think it’s best like that. Executors work alone after all. I was serious when I asked, though. How are you? Did it completely heal?” He looked at Laura.

“Let us hope she goes back. On the subject of myself, though… I don’t know. It doesn’t feel like there is particularly anything wrong with me, but I do feel great shame at my failure that night, and I feel like a vile being just from being bitten that way… not that I wasn’t vile before with my ears, or anything.”

“I shouldn’t have gotten you involved. You and Iris both. I’m sorry.”

“Yes, you better be sorry,” Laura said, but she was smiling. “I don’t regret helping that night, though. Mary is indeed tangled in various situations, and we got to see some things that may one day help us figure out some mysteries. We also found a vampire, one of our biggest enemies, thanks to you, and taking out a heretic is our job.”

“He managed to get away, still. I promise you, the next time he shows up I’ll send him to where he belongs,” Michael said to Laura, finally smiling as he saw her smile. “Although, I suppose you’d prefer it if you finish him yourself?” he added.

“No, I am not one driven by vengeance or anger, simply my duty and nothing else. It does not matter which of us finishes him off, as long as we get the job done,” Laura answered. “However, I may not be able to fight him again.”

“Why do you say so?” Michael asked.

“I may have to quit the Church soon,” Laura finally said, after a moment of silence. “I hear that my mother had passed away recently, and I am rather… uncertain about what I want to do at the moment.” She looked up to the moon yet again, a look of melancholy floating up to her face. “It was only because I was exiled from the Realm of the faeries that I came down to this Realm, and took up new beliefs, different morals, and a new faith to follow, but now that my mother is dead, my relatives want me back there.”

“Eh?” Michael froze as he listened to what Laura was saying. He suddenly grabbed Laura shoulders and spoke, his voice was a mix of panic and distress. “Wha- don’t go! I- so suddenly?! I-I-”

“I don’t but… I really do love my mother, despite all that she did to me,” Laura uttered, her expression clearly saddened, she avoided looking into Michael’s face, but did not try to push him away.

“But… must you really go back there? I-” Michael stopped himself when he realised what position they were in. What was I trying to say? He let go of her shoulders and sat back, in front of her. “I’m sorry. I forgot myself.”

“Well, for now I am here,” Laura said, her heart was racing faster than ever as she looked down to the grass after Michael took his hands away. “Until the Queen’s Meeting, at least.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was the reason you left in the first place? And why the Church?” Michael asked desperately trying to take his mind off what he just did. His face felt hot and it was as if every beat of his heart were drums pounding in his chest. He dared not to look at Laura at the moment.
“...And why the Queen’s Meeting?”

“I… I killed my father,” Laura confessed, her voice low. She reminded herself of a sin she wanted to forget. “He wanted to… well…” she sighed, as if preparing herself mentally, “Molest me. After that, I was never the same, nor was my mother, and she’d never listen to what I had to say, and dismissed the truth in the very instant I told her. I was forced out of the Realm after that, and wandered across the human society for years. Since I had nowhere to go, I’d often take shelter in churches, that’s where I came to learn about a faith I hadn’t heard of before; Christianity. Eventually, I decided to atone for my sin by becoming a Christian and serving the Church… now this happened. I am one of the representatives sent for the Queen’s Meeting, so I am considering to resign after my responsibility is fulfilled there.”

Michael was speechless after listening to Laura’s story; he felt selfish after asking her to stay, only caring for what he was feeling. “I see. If that is what you think you should do. But-” He gazed at her eyes, as he filled himself with resolve. “But at least let me accompany you to the Queen’s Meeting. You’re… a treasured friend. I promise you it would not interfere with the mission given to me.”

“Well, I haven’t made a decision but…” Laura said, her voice trailing away, “In exchange… you’d have a price to pay for a bit.”

“Well, you guys still haven’t raised my salary…” Michael joked, smiling at Laura.

“All I ask is for you to stay still for a few moments,” Laura said, contrary to Michael’s take on her words, she embraced him, taking him by utter surprise. The two felt each other’s warmth, and their beating hearts. “Just… let me stay like this for a while… please,” she whispered to his ears, her voice sounding ragged, as if she was in some form of pain. Soon, Michael could feel Laura’s body convulsing, and then heard her sobbing.

He returned her embrace as his surprise wore off, savouring this short moment, forgetting for a moment his vows. As he felt her tears soaking through his clothes he tightened his embrace, as he tried to comfort her. “You know, if you want, I can go with you. If you want, I mean. Erm, I-”

“There is no merit in going with me… you’re better off with your duties,” Laura answered.

“It is not merit I seek.”

“...What would you want from me? Aside from my affiliations I am powerless.”

“I am not quite sure, myself. I just think that… I think that I would regret not doing so.”

“I think you will regret coming with me, and leaving Iris behind. You have responsibilities here. Forget about me, I am but a half-fox who roamed into the human world.”

“Iris would be safer the farther she is from me. All I do to her is bring her harm,” Michael looked at Laura straight in her eye as he smiled, “You do understand I’d probably just follow you anyway. Besides, I can just make up something when I come back later on. As long as I get that Claudia girl, it’ll be alright!”

“No.” Laura disagreed. “Executioners are supposed to be done in less than a week, you took months on a single prey. It isn’t looking good for you,” Laura claimed, looking back to Michael in the eye, after pulling her head back. “I will let you come in one condition… if you can take Claudia out before the end of my service to the Church, you may come. However, this is under the assumption that I decide to resign.”

“It’s a deal then, Boss.”

“...A-And… d-don’t tell anyone about what I just did, this is more embarrassing than I had imagined, especially after doing it… my apologies, I did something like this without thinking,” Laura said, finally releasing her touch from Michael.

“I think they’d actually have my head if they find out about that.” Michael looked away while scratching the back of his head. “And besides, I liked i- Ahem.”

“...I suppose so, I have done something I should not have. It is not your fault,” Laura said, and frowned, “Why is it that you keep stopping like that? Tell me what you really think.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I was surprised but it felt special to me, and I liked it. To be completely honest I want to do it again; I want you close to me and never let go.” Michael scratched his nose, blushing. “A-And, I think I am just misinterpreting things. I mean, I really do like you so-” Michael felt the words clumped up in his throat. “I-I’m sorry, I forget our position.”

“...Well, i-it felt nice to me as well, I mean I like you to- wait, what are you making me say?!” Laura exclaimed, her face was so red that Michael could see it despite the faint moonlight. She held her cheeks, embarrassed. She immediately got up and dusted herself. “...You’ll have to excuse me. Good night,” she said, walking away at a brisk pace.

“Wha- hey, wait!” Michael sprang up, chasing Laura. His heart beat felt as heavy as his footsteps as he was chasing her. He was sure that it was wrong for him to feel that way, but when he heard what she said, all his fears were gone. As he caught up to her, he pulled her into an embrace. “Don’t go, please. At least don’t leave for now; tomorrow we might just have to go back to who we are… so, can’t I be selfish just at this moment?”

For Laura, it felt like her heart could explode any moment after the second embrace. Her tears were spent and her mind was clear of most of her griefs for now, for which she was more embarrassed than ever. Love was something she was experiencing for the first time, and she could hardly confirm it due to her inexperience. She tried to push Michael back without thinking, but Michael insistently clung to her.

“What are you, a spoiled child?” Laura said, averting her gaze from Michael, letting her breath out, which allowed her to calm down, even if slightly. “...Just this once.”

“Yeah,” Michael replied, not talking after that. He just closed his eyes and savoured the feeling of their embrace. “Have you ever thought on what you would do there, in the other Realm?”

“I have to attend my mother’s funeral. I am the only member of the family left alive, and I suppose that would be the only reason they want an exiled faerie like me to go back there. Such are traditions,” Laura answered, melancholic. “I don’t even know if I’ll be able to live there in peace, but it might be better than all the chaos going on in here usually. Albeit it’s fun in its own way.”

“Sounds to me that it won’t be good for you to stay there, aside from attending your mother’s funeral I mean,” Michael commented.

“What do you think I should do then? Knights are not allowed to take leave for holidays, that is the kind of job this is,” Laura replied.

“To be completely honest, I think you should go to your mother.” Michael took a deep breath before continuing, “But I don’t think I’d see you again if you do.”

“I don’t know myself, it is my home town but… you did said that you’d come though, didn’t you?” Laura said, but she heaved a sigh. “I suppose you cannot be there forever. Humans are typically not welcome often.”

“I want to and I will, and I’d love to stay there too… But I made a vow to the Church. To God. I’m not exactly sure what I’m going to do now.”

“You go back home after the funeral, of course. You should never break your vow to God,” Laura said. “You know what to do already. No need to hesitate for the likes of me.”

Michael sighed and then held Laura by her shoulders. “The likes of me this, the likes of me that. To me, you’re special. Frankly, if it weren’t for my vows, I would- y-you’re special to me, alright? Like Iris! Uh, but, in a different sense from Iris.” Michael felt confident when he started until he fumbled his words.

“...I-I don’t know what to say, thanks?” Laura replied, unsure of her own words too; she looked away from Michael. “Unlike you, I am not a human, and if my identity was found I’d be banished… so, I suppose I am a sinner by lying. What else can I say than †˜the likes of me’?”

“I think your ears look cute, though.” Michael said, while rubbing his chin. He couldn’t seem to forget that time he saw Laura’s ears, and thought it suited her well. Recalling that moment made him forget the bleak conversation they were having.

“T-They… do?” Laura looked back and forth at Michael. Her fox ears appeared on her head as she cancelled her illusion spell.

“Mhmm..” Michael was mesmerized once again by Laura ears as he started touching them.

“I didn’t say that you could touch the- hiaaa-” Laura said, but a strange voice leaked past her lips and she immediately covered her mouth with her hands, her face redder than ever. “Be more gentle…”

“I think God would forgive something as cute as you. Besides, didn’t he say that he’d accept all those who believe in him?” Michael absentmindedly said as he continued to touch Laura’s ears.

“Who knows, He might’ve said that, but the Church doesn’t seem to like other races among their ranks so far,” Laura replied. “Haven’t you touched enough…? They’re very sensitive, you know!”

“Well, you have a point. But to me, I just believe what the Bible said.” Michael stopped touching Laura’s ears. “I guess that’s why I’m just a hunting dog for them.” he said as he shrugged.

“Well, it’s not so bad, you get paid even if you are a hunting dog, and you get to smite heretics. I do not get those jobs anymore except certain occasions, since I am a commander of knights now.”

“Those paperwork do seem threatening. I admire your tenacity.” He joked.

“I am used to them. Being able to receive information on a daily basis is not so bad, either… but keeping up with this society won’t be of much use anymore, I suppose.”

“Can you really not go back with me?” He asked.

“I could, but I’d have lost my only job in human society by then. I don’t know what else I can do here.”

Michael held Laura’s hands and gave them a squeeze, “Maybe live in peace, with me and Iris?”

Laura pulled her hands away, shaking her head. “Where, exactly, in the Church? After resigning from them I refuse to burden them again, that includes you and Iris.”

“I’m sure we can find something! And besides, you will never be a burden. Or do you dislike to be here?” Michael worriedly asked.

“As long as I don’t earn my keep and work I’d be a burden, human society is rather complex, I don’t know what else I can do for them. Mn… no, I do not dislike being here, which is strange because I missed the fresh air and the sky back in the Faerie Realm when I came down here first, but I suppose I have adjusted.”

“I think with your qualifications, you would have an easy time to find a job.”

“Qualifications, you say? And that would be?”

“Well, you’re a Knight, aren’t you?”

“And?”

“And. What are Knights good at again?”

“...Fighting? This isn’t going in a good direction… ”

“Well, it’s okay, we’ll find an answer sooner or later! Ha ha ha!”

“You have fun with that, priest. I am out for the night, I predict the answer will be found after a century at the latest,” Laura said, pushing Michael away along with his grasp, and walking off, Michael saw that she wore a tense frown on her face before she took off. It’d be near impossible to continue any conversation now.

“That did not go well.” He sighed, scratching the back of his head. He spent a few minutes laying on the grass before he headed of to the Church himself.

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

The bells of the clock tower tolled, taking Tsuruko’s attention. The constant noises of the distant factories, smog, and the old-fashioned western surroundings were completely new to her. There seemed to be a lot less birds here chirping about, and a lot less trees or grass, she felt. Here in England, London, Tsuruko found herself almost out-of-place. She could see why Alice took away her miko garb and made her wear more casual clothes. Even then, she was getting the stares almost all the time across the streets. Her exotic facial features and her attire – even though after changing it – drew unwanted attention. On the other hand, Alice drew attention due to her peerless beauty alone.

Today, they were out of the hotel they had booked a room in and made way for a certain restaurant. Alice told Tsuruko that they were going to meet an associate, and that’s all she knew.

Tsuruko later found out that it was true. Inside the restaurant – which was fancy in its own light in comparison to the ones in Tokyo – Alice was immediately beckoned by a handsome blonde man.

“Good day, ladies,” the gentleman greeted. “I see that I finally get to meet the Japanese warrior of time, and her attendant. I have made many orders as I was waiting, please, help yourself to some tea. Oh, but where are my manners, as you may have known, my name is Leon.”

Alice complied, accepting the tea. “Hello,” she said. Her English made Tsuruko doubt her ears. “It is a pleasure to meet you, too. My name is Alice.”

“A-And, I am Tsuruko.” Tsuruko fumbled upon her words, for she hadn’t been using English for such a long time now – despite her lessons – and found it relatively difficult to sustain a proper sentence. Nevertheless, she greeted Leon as usual – with a right-angled bow.

“Tsuruko, you’re as pretty as a flower. Please, have some tea too,” Leon offered again. “I hope we get to know each other more,” he added with a smile.

“Me, too,” she replied, taking a moment to glance over Leon and remember his facial features, before receiving the cup of tea from him. The cups they used were of course different – porcelain, patterned ones, in comparison to the ones she’d use for ceremonies or regular use, which are made of clay. She took a sip of tea, and nearly squinted at the taste; it was so much sweeter and more flavourful than her regular chrysanthemum or jasmine tea back in Japan. She could only guess what this tea was made of, but it wasn’t a taste she’d yearn for.

Parting her lips from the cup and setting it down on a saucer, she asked Leon: “...Do you know Japanese?”

“If it would be easier for you, I may speak in Japanese, too,” Leon said. “However, I am not very good at it. Being born and raised here, I got the opportunity to learn the language of a secluded – pardon my language in regards to your home land – country.”

“I, uh- t-that’s nice.” Tsuruko didn’t entirely catch Leon’s words when she thought she could, but she could barely grasp the meaning from them. “I think I am the same. You have never been there?”

“Not really, no,” Leon answered. “It’s okay if you do not understand, I may rephrase if that would make it easier for you.”

“Tsuruko,” Alice called out, casting a cold gaze. “It is not very courteous to imply that he should speak in your mother tongue. Be more considerate.”

“Ah, er… sorry, mister Leon,” Tsuruko said, bowing again. Though she didn’t mean to come across as wanting Leon to speak Japanese, maybe, she thought, she could’ve asked her second question first.

“That is alright. I take no offense or find it discourteous,” Leon said, trying to save Tsuruko from Alice’s gaze. “On to the business, though,” he began. “I have already completed your request. Here.” Leon then slipped two letters across the table.

Alice took the letters, and handed one to Tsuruko. The envelope referred to Tsuruko clearly, however her full name was not included.

“These are invitations to the Queen’s Meeting. They were hard to get, so I hope you two at least enjoy the event. I believe a full name would make the guards suspicious, or even end up in a total riot, and we would not want that.”

Tsuruko understood what he meant. Besides, her full name would throw some people off. Plus, she’d imagined Alice to be world-famous or something, but she wasn’t really sure. She looked at the letter more intently. She wondered what the Queen’s Meeting would be like. She’d imagined it was some sort of fancy event. Trying to come up with a proper question, Tsuruko asked, “When does this happen?”

“Six days from now, on Sunday,” Leon answered. “I am sure that you are confused about a lot of things, having to come here for a mission, and an important one at that. If you have questions, concerns, or even want me to show you around town, please let me know. The same goes for you too, Lady Alice.”

“I must respectfully decline,” Alice immediately said. “I shall remain in the hotel.”

“Ahh, my apologies. I assumed that you’d need to collect more data on our country. I hope you stay safe.”

Tsuruko, of course, was going with Alice. She couldn’t leave her, despite the smallest part of her that wanted to explore around. It was her duty, after all. “I will keep her safe,” Tsuruko mentioned, though she knew that was well not the case.

“A little disheartened I am,” Leon said, pretending to be hurt. “I speak in jest, but do take care of her and yourself.”

Alice sighed, as if disappointed, but didn’t speak further.

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

When Aramus came back to the Manor of the Cavendish Bentincks that day, the Duchess beckoned him for a conversation over tea. There, he learned that his request for an audience with the Queen was granted. Caroline herself seemed pleasantly surprised of the acceptance, as the Queen was thought to be very busy due to the Queen’s Meeting, which was to take place in but several days. The Duchess passed a letter over to Aramus across the table that time, and gave the details of the meeting. The time that was mentioned in the letter made it apparent to Aramus that he wouldn’t have a long time to discuss whatever he wanted to talk about with the Queen, but it’d likely be enough.

The Duchess acted as something like a liaison between Aramus and the Queen, as the Royal Council would immediately decline the poor man for any chance of having an audience, hence why Aramus promptly gave his sincere thanks to the Duchess.

In the following day, he travelled to the Buckingham House.

Having received permission to pass the gates; Aramus was in awe, just like the time he had participated in the past year’s Queen’s Meeting. The palace stretched so far away to both the opposing directions as he approached the entrance to the premises, that he felt rather undermined. He couldn’t imagine living in such a place, and wondered how the Queen managed. The Royalty hardly had many members left at the moment as far as he knew. How the Queen lived in a palace so big was beyond him. The amount of rooms the place held was probably a lot. A lot more than he could imagine. Just from looking at this majestic structure, Aramus concluded that the Duchess’ manor was definitely not on par, but it was large in its own right.

Inside, the interior designs didn’t betray his expectations, and Aramus found himself lost to staring at the marvelous designs of the architecture. Now that he thought about it, last year when he was here for the Queen’s Meeting, he couldn’t indulge the decor like this, as he was too bummed by the disapproving gazes of the nobles. Regardless, he couldn’t dawdle here for long, lest the Queen would stop waiting on him and go on with other activities of the day. She was one of the busiest people in the entire country, after all.

It did not take long before a maidservant beckoned his attention, carrying him out of his reverie. She promptly welcomed him before taking him to a particular room on another floor. It seemed to be the Queen’s room itself. Aramus took a heavy breath, bracing himself. Some would treat this as a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be alone with a member of royalty for some time, privately, at that. It was something beyond special for a commoner. The maidservant gave a nod after he did so, then knocked on the door and informed that Aramus had arrived.

Aramus was a little surprised that there were no guards around this part of the house. Was the security lax? Regardless, the Queen soon beckoned for her guest to come in, and the maidservant opened the door subsequently, leading Aramus inside.

The room itself was spacious. The walls seemed to be so far away from where he stood, that he could not consider it as a bedroom of any kind. There were candles burning over a table surrounded by four chairs, upon which the Queen was located. The fireplace to the right was alight with fire, but other than that he could see the cloudy sky from a window to the far left.

“Good day to you, Sir Valmark,” the Queen greeted, giving a respectable bow as she got up from her chair.

She wasn’t necessarily dressed fancily, but the airs around her made her shine in a way Aramus couldn’t describe. The black dress reflected against the fire as she gave a tender smile. She wore jewelry, namely a necklace, a pair of earrings, and some rings on her fingers. She was famous, for these accessories were in reality the containers of vis. Massive vis amounting up to the size of Queen figure. Which was why most people were afraid of attempting to assassinate her, for the vis made it evident that she could wield strong magic. Even if one were to attack her without her noticing; many claimed that she was protected by some form of protective magic that was powered up by said vis.

“Your Highness,” Aramus began, dropping to a knee immediately. “Thank you very much for this audience.” He kept his view on the carpet as he spoke and would do so until the Queen said otherwise.

“It is my pleasure. The Magisters are, after all, my chosen and favoured magis. Please, raise yourself and speak, for I shall listen,” the Queen replied, taking a seat.

He straightened himself, standing at attention. Anything less would not do. “Thank you, Your Majesty. I apologise for disrupting your schedule but there are a few matters that I find a tad disconcerting and thought it best for you to know.”

“The subject concerning your report would be?”

“The Descendents. Namely, Sagittarius and possible association with other Descendants. During our recent bout, I had the chance to speak directly with her instead of just her host and she offered some insight, though I am not sure if it was by accident.”

The Queen closed her eyes, as if in deep thought before motioning towards the chair opposite to her, beckoning him.

“I suppose Sagittarius possesses a unique ability to inhabit her host’s body? Regardless, come; take a seat.”

Aramus offered his thanks, taking the seat offered to him. He felt extremely awkward sitting here with the Queen, like a fish out of water. “Yes, that seemed to be the case when I fought with her. We, uh, exchanged pleasantries. Fighting without knowing the name of someone such as her didn’t sit quite right with me.” He lowered his head sheepishly, resisting the urge to cover his face because he said something so stupid.

“How chivalrous of you,” the Queen complimented on the contrary to Aramus’ shame. “Much like the knights of eld. Nothing to be ashamed of. Go on.”

“Well, she introduced herself as Artemis. At least, in one of her descents to this plane. That and… she spoke of another one, Odin,” explained Aramus, elated that the Queen had praised him. It almost made him want to fight Sagittarius again to receive more. Almost.

“Artemis and Odin…” The Queen looked down, then back to Aramus. “Interesting. Did she make particular mention about something, regarding either of these mythological figures?”

“For Artemis, she mentioned Atalanta who was apparently her first host. As for Odin, she only mentioned that name when I spoke of Your Majesty.” Aramus said.

“Tomoe Gozen, now Atalanta… famous female warriors of the past, both of them. One was mythological, other was historical, I see,” the Queen said, apparently going deep in thought again. “Odin… in response to me? My apologies, but I am unable to comprehend the reason behind it. I find it… mysterious. However, I shall thank you for your report.”

“Indeed, I felt the same way when she mentioned Odin,” Aramus said, lowering his head at his Queen’s thanks. “However, there is one more matter I’d like to bring to your attention. It concerns Pisces.”

“Alice, †˜Time Warrior’ of Japan, was it? Very well, I’ve love to hear this.”

“On the trip to England, our train was set upon by terrorists. They were promptly dealt with but we ran into Alice during our investigation of the ordeal. It was through her help that I learned of the cause and… a lead to whoever might have been responsible.”

“Hmm… I have read various reports about the attacks of the Magic Train recently,” the Queen responded, reminding herself of a document she went through some days ago. “I am – in all earnesty – curious, how did it come to Alice herself cooperating with a son of my country?”

This is where Aramus felt genuinely torn and ashamed of himself. “She did not seem to want to associate with the other Magisters so I took it upon myself to speak to her. In exchange for this information, I had to offer something up. A Descendent would not have need for anything I could offer except one and that would be for me to stay my hand against her. Words would not suffice for how sorry I am, Your Majesty but I am now in her debt.”

“...” the Queen remained silent for a moment. Whether it was because she was carefully picking her next words or simply wondering what he had done, Aramus didn’t know. “Conflict is something I oft loathe,” she began. “If it was the only solution to the matter, then so it was, however lamentable it may be. At least we may now assume that she resides among our neighbours. I must, however, remind you that cooperating with our sworn enemy is in no way in our best interests,” she said, reprimanding Aramus. “You may keep your promise – for I feel that you must maintain your own chosen, given words to an individual – but any more beyond this would be declared treason. Am I clear?”

“Crystal, Your Majesty.” Aramus nodded glumly. “It would be upon your orders that I would engage her, that is what I promised her.”

“It shall be your penance to observe if a time comes where you’d feel the requirement to combat her,” the Queen stated. “I would never request you to break an oath you have made, as I had mentioned; you must not break your promise. However wrong it must have been, Duchess Caroline made a swift return as a result of your action, so it was not as wrong as one would believe.”

“I understand and thank you.” Aramus had to resist the urge to give one of his trademark sighs in her presence but it didn’t make him feel any better to hear her speak to him about this matter. “It is an undesirable outcome but due to Alice providing the information, it seems as though the Society is after Duchess Cavendish.”

“The Society will always find harm from her, for my dear Caroline will always be a thorn in their path. Such are the circumstances,” the Queen said, standing up, and walking up to the window. “The Society, we are not amused,” she said quietly.

“I am guessing The Society then approached Elizabeth, her daughter?” she inquired.

A flash of emotion appeared on Aramus’s face before he could stop it and he replied solemnly. “As you say, Your Majesty. They required her for some… †˜wetwork.’ I was unable to stop her from completing the task due to their interference.”

“I see, so they already had her under their grasp… I was too late,” she said, looking down, then up to the cloudy sky. “Long have noblemen sought the relic that the Cavendish Bentincks possessed, out of envy and thirst for power to the point that she was a figure for assassination. Penny were quite literally thrown out to the assassins, they say. Eventually, I suppose even the young Duchess’ daughter would have to contract the devils of Europe to live in peace. There was no need to stop her, for she is unstoppable, Sir Valmark.”

“Still, for one of my precious students to be…” He caught himself before anything more could spill out, hardening his expression. She was his Queen, his Liege. There would be no refusing her. “Yes, Your Majesty. Would you require anything of me with regard to this?”

It seemed to be raining when the Queen peered across the city from the window, making the atmosphere far more gloomy than before. The Queen turned to face Aramus subsequently after the question.

“I believe there is no need to be so concerned with what you cannot find or see. I suspect you have recently been commissioned by my Organization?”

“Yes.” He nodded in affirmation, though his target was one he wished he could have avoided.

“I do not think it is true but… if there is proof regarding her vampirism: I hereby command you to eliminate her.”

“Of course.” Now there was no recourse other than to eliminate Claudia, his little sister. Perhaps if he had kept some tabs on her, this might not have come to pass. There was one other thing he had left to say.

“Your Majesty, the title of Magister that you have given to me, I cannot ever express how thankful or grateful I am for it. Someone like me, born at the bottom of the barrel being given a chance to serve you as one of her finest, it is a great honour.” Aramus paused, finding it very hard to articulate himself. Speeches and confessions were never his thing after all. “And at times, I find it hard to live up to the standards expected of me.” Aramus pulled out the Fan of Paimon from within his robe, and left his seat before kneeling and presenting it to the Queen. “This relic, although it has served me well, does not rightfully belong to me. It was something I had taken when I was younger, from my beginnings as a street rat. I will not make any excuses for it. It will not make any amends but this I offer up to you.”

“So that’s where you were all along…” Victoria said, taking steps and coming up to Aramus from the window. Before her fingers touched the fan, intense wind flew out of it in all directions, blowing Aramus to the wall from beside the table. The Queen stood where she was, hardly blown off.

“Silence, spirit,” she uttered, and the wind stopped immediately.

When Aramus looked up, he found that the Queen held the fan to her bosom, smiling as if remembering something fondly before looking back to Aramus with a different face. It was unexpected.

“Why do you show me that expression? ...Why? It is nothing wrong for a child deprived of food to steal. It is – in fact – my fault that I could not make everyone happy,” she said, grimacing. “It must have been terrible for you to live that way. It is my fault that I had failed my responsibilities to my people; that there were poor starving urchins – no, poor families – suffering somewhere down the pavements. You are in no way wrong to covet and act upon your emotions. Hence, I blame you not.” Ah… I gave in to my passion and emotions for my duty yet again and show a part of me I should not have…

“Long have I selected Magisters. †˜Magic Magisters’, I called them,” she said. “Exceptional talents are something to be cherished, for they are God’s gift. I believe that they may shape the world, and take it to a brighter direction, do you not agree? Unlike the nobles, I did not discriminate, and shall not for the times to come. You deserve your title, I bid you be proud of yourself, and live with pride, regardless of what others say about you.”

“It would be my honour, Your Majesty,” Aramus replied, shrugging off the slight ache that came with slamming hard into a wall. “There will always be people, those less fortunate that fall between the gaps of society and try as we might, saving all of them is a tall order. However, for this one life that you have saved, I pledge my loyalty and service to you till the day I breathe my last. This I swear on both my name and title as Magister.”

“...It makes me proud to know that the one child I gave permission for entry to the Royal Academy has grown up to be a fine magi, and a loyal subject. I look forward to your contributions, dear Sir. Regarding the fan, however, I have made my decision. The one who shall judge you for your crime will not be me, but the one who was supposed to attain this very relic,” the Queen declared. “Pray seek me out after the Meeting. I shall take you to the true owner when that time comes. Do prepare yourself, for the owner is a harsh individual who values solitude. Till then, you may keep this fan.” The Queen then walked up to Aramus who was by the wall, and upon both her palms she presented it back to Aramus.

Gracefully receiving the fan from his monarch, Aramus slipped it back into his robe where it settled into its usual position, a source of comfort for him. “I would be untruthful to say I look forward to that meeting, but it’s just desserts for what I have done. Thank you for giving me the chance to make amends.”

“For us, a life goes through a series of good and bad. I would believe some perseverance is in order for said harsh times. I must ask, however, is there anything else you’d have me hear?”

“Yes, something off-topic if you do not mind. Although the palace is large, I did not see a corresponding number of guards or personnel on the way in. Is it always this way?” Aramus commented.

“The guards were sent away to deal with an intruder. No need to worry, for everything is under control,” the Queen answered.

“Oh.” So that was the reason there were no guards. Well, if there were some, then he didn’t have to feel anxious about leaving her without a security detail. “I see. The palace seems a bit too large for just one person though.”

“It is a government office, and I do take pleasure from intricate, marvellous designs. Not like I truly live alone here, either.”

“Indeed, this would be a good place for some tea and a book,” Aramus agreed, looking out the same view that the Queen had earlier, something that he would probably not get to see again for a very long time.

“Mayhap one day we will be able to have tea with such pleasant surroundings,”the Queen said, but shook her head. “At a later time, perhaps.”

Aramus took a moment to just stare at her, his brain trying to catch up with what she had just said. The Queen having tea with him? Him. “P-Perhaps there would be time after the Meeting,” he offered.

“Perhaps,” she repeated the word he said, chuckling. “We shall see. Depending on what happens in the Meeting… well, who knows, I may be able to make time for a brief respite.”

Aramus smiled, happier than he let on. “I shall await the good news then. Thank you for your time today, Your Majesty. I shan’t take any more of it.”

“Indeed. I must return to work,” the Queen said, peering back to the pile of documents on her table. “Have a good day, and take care. I wish well of you.”

Gahald_Mills

9 years ago

The clouds of the skies were the same as Russia, but there was always light in the daytime. The smog, dust, and the steam in the air was something Weiss was used to. However, daytimes never had much light in Russia, so this felt largely different to her. Long ago in Germany, there used to be sunlight, and clear skies like in any other country, but right now it’d be strange if she came to be under such skies. She confirmed such strangeness when she was traveling by the Magic Train on her way to England. Passing through the distance before reaching England, she viewed the clear sky as something that was far too dazzling for the likes of her.

“So, how do you like it here in England?” asked the lady on the other side of the room they resided in. The Ritz Hotel was anything beyond what she had seen. Luxury equating to paradise. Even in Germany – which is in the current time unlike England of the nineteenth century – she hadn’t been to such a place with her late husband.

This lady’s voice was ordinary. In the sense that half of it did not sound like a machine’s, yet the person looked exactly like her employer, no doubt about it. When Weiss first met her, she could not believe her eyes. A clone? A perfect copy but more human? How could it be? Regardless, here she was in the flesh, betraying all logical explanations.

“Certainly it’s much warmer and brighter than Russia. The tingling feel when the heat of the sun touches my skin feels nice,” she answered the lady while looking outside a window.

“Well, it does not snow like in Russia all the time, after all. There’s still the clouds here,” she replied. “What was your objective given by Steel Princess when you were sent here?”

“Participate in the Queen’s Meeting and follow your instructions,” Weiss quickly answered her informant.

“Mnm… so she said that,” the lady said, fiddling with her fingers for a moment. “Then I shall have many uses for your services. Are you good with espionage?”

“Yes,” she answered with a blank expression to her informant.

“Then we’ll have you escort me to a certain destination. I am uncertain if we will find a reason for espionage to be effective, however. We expect quite a lot of events to unfold regardless,” she replied. “Either way, do your best. Any questions?”

“Do you have info on her security strength, blueprints or map of the building or area, ma’am?”

“I do not think I have any blueprints or a map, no. The security is tight, and that is precisely why no one has such materials. However, they do say that the Buckingham House has a magical protection net, set by magic prism stones put across the entire premises.”

“Protection from magic or anything organic? Does it work like a security camera?”

“It protects against both, even something as strong as a bomb. It doesn’t act like a camera though, and if you happen to touch the magical protective barriers, you’d come under harm and may be caught by magicians.”

“So it activates only by contact and the only way to disarm them is by tampering with the prism stones. Got it.” She nodded. “Also if I remember correctly, no weapons yes?” she continued.

“Yes, no weapons. You’d be caught carrying them around. So be gentle with the stones… anyway,” the lady came up to Weiss and pulled her cheeks wide, “you need to do something about that face. Show some emotions. My time with you has been boring, and you have to fix that somehow!”

“I… forgot to tell her to turn it back on. I’ll think of something.” She gently removed her hand from her cheek and sighed.

“Turn what back on?”

“An expression module that I had installed a long time ago.”

“Even if you are an android, wouldn’t you have some emotions, unlike the marionettes?”

“I do, but I tend to turn off my emotions when I’m on missions. They’re a hindrance to completing my objectives.”

Especially when I remember things about him for some reason, she thought as she looked down.

That just sounds strange, how does an android shut off their emotions as if there was a switch? “So, anyway, are you fond of games?” she asked, taking out a phone.

“Depends on the type of games. I rarely even play them anyway.”

“Have you ever played games from those Japanese phones before? They’re in a different league compared to the older ones,” the woman asked.

“Really? How so?” Weiss curiously asked.

“Take a guess, would you? They’re from the futuristic Japan, and the gimmicks and mechanics are completely different.”

“Like you actually get in the game? And actually move around like it’s your own body?”

“That’s nothing new, so yes it is quite possible.”

“Interesting, mind if I try?”

“Interesting indeed. For some reason, marionettes had to use a special software to make it possible for them to configure with the device appropriately. For an android, however, I do not know what would happen. Would you still like to try? It may do something to your system, however.”

“Why not? Maybe I can activate my emotion module from there.”

“...I was joking my dear, do not try it. We don’t know what it will do to you. Anyway, how do you activate that module?”

“There’s supposed to be a settings menu somewhere, I just don’t know how to pop it up.”

“Androids have things like that? I thought those were only for marionettes?”

“All I know is that she turned me into an android with countless modules installed and ways to activate them. It’s not like there’s a simple †˜Activate Emotion Module’ command that will activate it.” She jolted a bit as she sighed and shook her head.

“Miss Lumiere!” a child’s voice called and the lady got up.

“Well, you work on your module. It seems like I have to tend to Almond,” she said, walking off to the other side of the room. The child held a similar device and was playing games. Almond, he was called, was an adorable child with blonde hair. Lumiere took Almond in, and it seemed like he was an orphan.

“Oh my, aren’t you a cute one.” Weiss waved at the blonde child and smiled.

“Hello, Miss,” Almond said, giving a polite bow, but was interrupted halfway by the game on the device, and ended up with his focus lost to the game.

Heh, children and their devices. She chuckled and walked over to the child. She then crouched right in front of the child. “Having fun?” she asked.

“Mhm!” Almond gave an energetic nod.

Lumiere was pleased as ever. “Almond loves games so much… I do hope he continues to grow up to liking fancy and trickier gaming as I do.”

“Hopefully he’s not that addicted to gaming so that he’ll still have time to do things that are important for his life, like having a decent job for example. Back then, games gave these micro transactions if one wished to progress faster with the story,” Weiss said as she patted Almond.

“Haha! I hope not. My son has a reliable Magic Magister as his teacher for the moment, he is simply enjoying a vacation here in London. I intend to have him properly educated,” Lumiere said, and Almond gave a determined nod.

“I will do my utmost best, Miss Lumiere! Teacher is a really good person, so I will not try to disappoint him, nor you,” Almond replied.

“Well then!” She clapped and stood back up. “Apparently the module was voice activated and now I’m back to my very old self, for now.” She crossed her arms and nodded.

“Hm?” Almond turned to Weiss, confused.

“Oh? Amusing. Do tell me about your current self then,” Lumiere said, interested.

“For starters I returned to my old college student self. More laid back but still responsible for the things that I do. Many memories started to flood in too. Such as the time when… actually nevermind.” She looked away and instantly covered her face with her hands. Her ears were visibly bright red.

“Come on, do tell me that love story.” Lumiere pressed forward. “I’d love to hear more.”

“F-for now, no.” She shook her head and took a deep breath. “A-anyway, isn’t there something that I need to do before the meeting?”

Tch, stingy. “You could go take a look at the Buckingham Palace if you’d like,” Lumiere replied, dismayed that she didn’t get to hear the story. “I am not sure if you’d learn much from just looking at the structure from outside, there’s the risk of being caught if you sneak in too.”

“Can’t I just go in like a tourist?”

“What world do you live in? Of course not, it’s guarded heavily.”

“Hmm... Okay, I’ll think of something. For now I’ll just go out and scout the area. Thank you for the information, ma’am.” Weiss excused herself and bowed. She then left the hotel and headed out for the palace.

xninebreaker FAKKU Writer

9 years ago

In the condominium on Baker’s Street, something rare had happened. Sherlock had a guest. It had been too long since anyone came to his home, much less peered inside to find how dusty it was. There were books and papers scattered about before his very guest, but the detective did not bother to clean up. He simply did not understand the necessity of it, for he knew what lied where, and had no intention of shuffling everything up for the intention of tidiness.

However, it had been a while since he had a case to crack, so he was somewhat looking forward to what the lady opposite to him had to offer.

“I am the Duchess Frederica of Edinburgh, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mister Sherlock,” she introduced herself. Her dress was pure white, and her hair long and brown. There was something about her silver eyes that gave away to Sherlock the prospects of a painful task.

“The pleasure is mine,” Sherlock leaned back in his chair, calmly observing the woman. “I apologise for not being able to serve any tea. However, if you already know my name then I assume the absence of tea will hardly bother you. How can I help you?”

“I suppose there is no need for it aside from pleasantries. I’d like you to investigate – well, I do not know if this is too tall an order for you, so do pardon me – Her Majesty, Queen Alexandrina Victoria,” Frederica answered. Straight-to-the-point, she wasted no time in dropping the request on him. “Would you accept?”

Sherlock rocked his chair a couple of times gazing at the woman, trying to understand the woman’s possible motive, but she was steadfast and showed no telltale signs, Women of this century are so complicated; I guess I’ll have to figure this out slowly. “Miss, surely you understand the weight of your words. You should know that being a Duchess alone will not grant you my services. You have stated your purpose, but what means do you have to employ me?”

“Do you wish to know what I am capable of by trying to discern my motives?” Frederica smiled, as if having seen through Sherlock. “I hear you wish to gain veritable information… well, how would you wish to be paid, Mister Detective?”

A quiet chill ran down Sherlock’s spine. Is it her royal upbringing, or is it her current status and power that gives her such confidence? Sherlock returned the smile with a grin of his own. The now widowed Duchess of Edinburgh was indeed dangerous, at least from the rumours he knew about. Her connections should run far and wide in the royal families, and as such there could only be a few things that he would want from her.

“What kind of information are we talking about here?”

“Up to you,” she answered. “What kind would you desire? The Society? Organizations? Criminals you may be in search of? I would need to know your demand before making an appropriate offer.”

“On May 2nd, one hundred forty-six years ago, in a library nestled in the slums at the very heart of London, there was a murder. The librarian was murdered and the killer was captured, but there is no motive, no lead, no circumstance, and no reason that makes sense for the murder to have occurred. I want to know what happened. I want to know why that woman was murdered. What do you have?” Sherlock hunched forward. His eyes locked onto Frederica’s with a stare as fiery as it was serious.

“Olivia’s case, yes? I have heard… but how do you know of such an old case?” Frederica asked, for the first time Sherlock seemed to have surprised her. “I’d think everyone forgot about her by now.”

“She’s innocent, and she didn’t deserve to die that way. Those old newspapers and the rumours about that library do her no justice. I’ve visited her grave more than her family; I’ve visited that grave one too many times…” Sherlock’s eyes grew cold for a bit as if he was remembering a memory that was beginning to fade. It was like a warm memory that was beginning to lose its embrace. He continued, “For now, let us just say that as a detective, that case is one that I’ve never figured out. Her case is as strange as it is important to me. I’ll never forget.”

“Are you a magician, Mister Sherlock?” Frederica asked.

“I don’t like to classify myself as such; the definition is a bit… narrow. I know of magic, and I know to use magic, yes.”

“You know and use magic, yet you claim to not be a mage? Pardon, but if I may ask: why?”

“In the most technical of terms I may be a mage, but I’ve not the upbringing, the teachings, nor the proper status of a mage. Thus I introduce myself as a detective.”

“I see. It is such a shame, someone as intelligent as you would make an excellent magus… I suppose that is a tangent we need not indulge anymore. Pardon my curiosity. There are many things about your relation to her I’d question but… I suppose it matters not for the moment. I do happen to know some things about her, and the case.”

“Well then, I am all but ready to accept your job. However, we’ve yet to go into detail of what you require me to do. Keep tabs on the Queen you say? What do you have in mind?”

“Suffice it to say, I find Her Majesty suspicious,” Frederica began, pleased to know that the detective have decided to work for her. “There are some things that don’t add up sometimes. Her youth for one, despite the usual saying that magicians are fond of undergoing longevity rituals. Well, I do not think you’d be interested in politics, and all the bloody jargon that may come with it. Hence, I shall get to the point: figure out for me if she is human or not. I want to know if she is worth taking my sword up for. I will not blindly obey her.”

“Human? Are you suggesting she is something other than a mage?”

“Why, yes of course. She could be a Descendant of Time, a vampire, an Infernal in disguise, who knows.”

“I see. The workings of the magical world are all but easy to grasp. I’ll not question what the things you said are, but I want to ask you what you believe the Queen is. For what you believe her to be, I must be wary of the capabilities of such beings.”

“The very same thing I like to think you are: a Descendant,” she said, smiling. “Well, I don’t really care what you are, so be at ease.”

“Hm, may your imagination run freely. I have done my research on these Descendents of Time, so coincidentally I am well aware of their capabilities. I believe we have a deal then. Do you require my services for anything else?”

“Now that you ask, how much information about The Society are you able to divulge? If I am correct, you work for them, no?”

“Before you think otherwise, I will have you know I keep private and work matters separate. Your case is private, and thus will be away from any other work I am related to. Such is my pride as a detective. To answer your question, I am only given details on specific cases, though that information itself may run deep. Knowledge of the Society as a whole is sparse. At best, I get information from The Times, but not much more in general.”

“That is an admirable policy. I see, thank you for your answer. I see they don’t treat you as preciously as I thought they did,” the Duchess replied, a little disappointed in the criminal organization. “Well, think of it as a favour, but I do hope you keep the Lorelei safe.”

Sherlock gave a mischievous grin. It had been a long time since he’d felt this kind of intrigue. The woman was crafty and dangerous, but exactly the type of person that was the best to work with: intelligent and trustworthy, even if it was just business-related. At this point he wasn’t surprised. “If they let me have my way, I’d tear a hole in the archives. And as for the Lorelei, I’ll look after her, but I’m no guardian. I just hope the kid doesn’t get into any trouble.”

“Unfortunately for her, trouble hangs at bay. Rumours are fluctuating, and even The Society has to pull strings to keep media afloat before it descends into chaos,” Frederica stated. “You have a letter from Mary for the Queen’s Meeting, I assume?”

Sherlock winced momentarily at the fact that his work would get busy, but carried on. “Indeed, I have my invitation.”

“Well, you have the perfect opportunity to observe Her Majesty then. Since that is the only event she indulges the public in Buckingham House.”

“I see. A one-shot chance?”

“Very much so, yes.”

“I realise this is where my expertise comes into play, but I’ll ask regardless. Out of curiousity, what would you do to identify her as a Descendent?”

“Several methods exist. The tattoo of a Zodiac insignia – star constellation somewhere on the body… well, I suppose that would be impossible to find considering the setup of the world in general. There are her eyes next. If any power of a Descendant is called upon, their eyes are known to give a glow of a colour corresponding to a Zodiac, with its symbol appearing in their very lenses. The riskiest method is assassination. They can’t use magic, so the vis she has – I believe – would be next to useless. If she lives on and recovers easily without the aid of healing magic – magic hardly works on them, so healing magic doesn’t, either, unless directly injected – then she may be one. They are, after all, immortal beings. I would not make you go to such extremes, of course. I do not particularly mean her harm, but I feel the need to question her state, considering my position, of course. Anything else?”

“None. What you have given me is plenty on top what I have. Consider the case taken, I shall do what I must to find out what she is. Last, I give my clients an option to answer two questions, entirely void of any strings. Let us just call it out of interest. You may choose to decline to answer if you wish. Why did you come to me? And why do you want me to take this case?”

“Very well, I see no reason to not answer. For your first question: because I felt that a person less associated with the Magic World would be more trustworthy than one who is too involved with it, plain and simple,” the Duchess answered. “As for your second question: because the king of detectives is most suited to expose the queen of secrets.”

“Hah! Effective flattery if I have ever witnessed any. Fair enough. Duchess Frederica of Edinburgh, I accept your case. I hope you will hold your end of the deal.”

The Duchess shrugged. “Don’t ask me. They say the Timeless Detective is the king of detectives. I wouldn’t know for sure until I see some results. I shall hold my end of our deal but only if I receive said results. I hope I made that very clear. I look forward to your results.”

“As it should be,” Sherlock got up from his seat and stood by at the door to bid his guest farewell.

“Have a good day.” The Duchess gave a respectable bow before leaving. “And really, clean up a bit, I’m sure your future bride would appreciate it.”

Sherlock gave a courtly bow in return. With a mischievous smile he replied, “The next time you come over, it shall be clean then.”

“Good to know.”

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9 years ago

Kazimir’s men were let loose.

Trucks whizzed past the roads of Moscow. Over the Borodinsky Bridge above the Moskva River, Kazimir – along with a couple of his men – crawled desperately over the vehicles rushing to the Soviet office. He was glad to have been able to board the truck before it made it over the bridge. According to the revolutionists, something was being carried to the Soviets. Something possibly dangerous by the British Indian West Company. Kazimir’s job was to find out what it was, and see if would imply that the Soviets were working with the Organization that controlled the illegal underworld that existed across the globe.

He moved towards the back, someone had to go and unlock the door to the supplies within. However, two of his men fell from atop the bus. Looking to the front, he found that a man who poked his head out of the window was shooting at them.

“Take that, motherfuckers!” the shooter yelled out, now pointing the gun at Kazimir.

“Tch.” Pulling back behind the bus for cover, Kazimir avoided the gunfire and scratched his head in frustration. “Leave none alive, men.” He relayed to his subordinates, it was only right now that they drew first blood.

With the sound of return fire, Kazimir affirmed the situation and returned to his current objective, securing the cargo. Eying the back door he could tell it was locked, luckily for him he had the perfect key. Giving a good swing with his sledge, the bus’ steel door didn’t stand a chance and gladly swung open for him.

Waltzing into the cab of the bus, he was somewhat surprised by the sight. Before him were boxes as he expected, most likely containing whatever cargo his client was so interested in but what had him perplexed were the corpses that laid with them.

A distasteful expression struck across him as he brought his free hand over his face to cover from the stench. “Ugh, typical slaughter.” He commented to himself, already knowing something like this was common for the Soviets. Still he had to wonder what connection, if any, these poor souls had to the cargo. Making his way through the containers and carrion, he came across the last container and noticed something peculiar.

There seemed to be a lock on this particular container. Kazimir took no longer as he brought down his sledge on it and broke the seal free to inspect the cargo. Inside was a woman with silver hair. She was covered in what looked like black clothing. However, she did not seem to be dead. He was surprised to find that her skin wasn’t pale like the rest.

His heart skipped a beat when the eyes of the lady opened abruptly. A piercing gaze was felt like never before. Countless blades flushed up from inside the box and Kazimir leapt back on reflex. The woman got up, and when she came to light, he realised that her dress was that of a western maid. Navy-blue maid dress, a ribbon adorning her hair… everything unexpected of an apparent cold killer.

At that moment he realised that the truck stopped. Were they in the Soviets office already?

“Kuh, I was careless it seems.” He remarked to himself, observing his surroundings and the opponent before him. “This job is already more trouble than it’s worth.” He raised his sledge, as if anticipating a move from the killer maid. “Were you waiting in that box just to get me or perhaps you’re the cargo I’m after.”

“I am the guinea pig… so, maybe? Either way, it’s rude to disturb a sleeping maiden, you know?” the maid answered, she seemed to be pouting for some reason. As if she was mad more for her sleep breaking rather than a man possibly about to kill her.

“Guinea pig, huh.” He commented, “If anything, it's odd to find a supposed maiden sleeping in a bloody cargo container.” He chided, almost wanting to tease her.

“Not like I had any other choice, because I’m sleepy,” she replied, yawning, blade spewed forth from under her clothes and Kazimir jumped out of the truck, seeing the exit of the cargo-holder full of sharp metallic blades, they immediately retracted back into her body. Her clothes completely undeterred from this action as she stepped out.

“Another weird one.” He noted with a sigh and notably unpleasant expression. “I don’t suppose I can get you to come along peacefully?” He asked, already expecting what answer she’ll give, “or I take it that those bodies inside were your doing.”

“Oh? Those smelly things? Of course not. Those were Agent Raven’s way of having fun.”

When Kazimir looked to the right, he recognised the Soviets office. The Machine Knights – guards of Soviet – all turned toward him. Their menacing gazes was felt. Despite being emotionless puppets, their killer’s intent was one thing that could be felt from them.

“Tch.” Kazimir’s scowl grew larger, in this situation he was at a major disadvantage. No doubt if he stayed there any longer, those knights would let loose on him but before that, he had to confirm. “You and this Agent Raven,” He asked the maid, “Are you two with the Soviets?”

“You must live over the clouds,” the maid said, grinning. “Have you never heard of the ten agents of The Society?”

A twitch shot across his face at her words, “If it’s magic involved, you can say I have little interest in what tea party societies congregate there.” He glanced back at the Knights looking about ready to tear him apart if he made the wrong move before looking back to the maid. “But I suppose if you think yourself high and mighty, you have some business with the scholar in Soviet custody.”

“I am but a maid, but of course I have business with him… just like he does with you.” The maid smiled, and Kazimir was pinned down to the ground by the Machine Knights from behind. He could barely keep his head up. The maid was laughing as something seemed to be injected into him via a syringe.

Kazimir was caught off guard and struggled to break from their grip, not that he wasn’t expecting this in the least. As he felt his strength began to deplete he managed to get one more look at his newfound captor. “Damn maid. . . “ he let out before the effects of the syringe took place and blacked out.

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9 years ago

Kazimir woke up. His body felt dull and numb. A waft of medicinal scent danced across the air. He tried to get up and stretch his limbs before giving a yawn, but found out soon enough that both his arms and legs were locked and bound with steel and chains. His clothes replaced with something akin to a hospital gown, and an eerie bot leaking out steam handling some medicine on the right of the lab-like room. To the left were large, human-sized tubes, one full with the maid he met earlier, other with a blonde girl he had never met before, yet her features were somehow familiar of one he knew long ago.

“Guinea pig indeed.” He remarked with a scoff before scanning the room. It was clear he had been out of it for a considerable time and given the circumstances, it was better he wait and regain his strength. It was most likely he'd be facing whoever was responsible soon.

There was a pipe through which a vocal message was sent from a masculine voice.

“Steambot 03, respond.”

“Yes, sir?” a very strange voice was given to the bot.

“This Kazimir is similar to specimen #009 locked in sector E. Apply the Infernal Drug to completely weaken him and then place him into the tubes alongside other specimen.”

“Roger,” the bot noted. “Applying the Infernal Drug…”

Kazimir could now see the steambot concocting something strange by mixing several medicines and chemicals. “Tch.” This wasn’t looking good for him. Struggling in his binds, he realized this was his only opportunity left, “I have no choice then.” He remarked as he focused on his arms, urging the concrete walls to budge.

No good, the walls stood firm and looking back, the machine had prepared whatever drug was waiting for him and advancing. “Shit.” He cursed as he eyed the needle on one of the machine’s appendages. Focusing again, Kazimir willed the walls into submission and at last, success. The machine had almost readied the injection before Kazimir’s binds broke and formed around his arms like a cement club.

Before the machine could react, Kazimir gave a swing at the contraption, throwing it across the room. The machine tried to get back up, but it was clearly damaged, and could not function properly in a timely fashion. Kazimir brought down his modified arm at it one more time for good measure after catching up to it – even though it wasn’t so easy to move around in his current state – when the so-called steam bot ceased to function.

“Damn scrap.” Kazimir belittled, spitting to the side of it as he made his way to the test tubes. Observing them closely, the subjects inside were in a deep sleep. Looking at the familiar maid’s face, Kazimir gave a scowl before turning back in annoyance. “This mission’s costed me more than it’s worth now.” He vented to himself, kicking at the ground.

“I might as well grab whatever information I can on this place. Which means. . .” He looked back at the tubes, the two sleeping subjects unaware of his intent. “How troublesome.” He remarked as he observed the two. The maid, he was familiar with in their last encounter and was definitely not a good idea to carry out should she wake up. On the other hand, the other subject, he had no idea of and all things considered, she could very well be as dangerous if not more so than the maid.

Scratching his head in frustration, he turned his head to the unknown blonde. Whether she was deadly or not, Kazimir was giving her the benefit of the doubt. He aimed at the tube, but not the girl herself. Stones with sharp edges shot out from his concrete arm and shattered the glass encasement apart. Kazimir then grabbed the blonde with said arm before she fell from not being able to stay afloat from the water that dropped along with the shards of glass. The girl laid on his arm with a peaceful and innocent look as she continued to slumber.

Now that he had something on his hands, he looked around for an exit to this bizarre lab. To the north were two pathways, and one in south. He took a look at the one on the south, and he could hardly hear anything, nor could he see what was beyond the tunnel as it seemed to curve midway.

“Tch, out of the pan, into the fryer it seems.” He remarked as he scanned the doors. With a sigh, he turned to the north wall, eyeing the pair of doors before taking the left one. He could feel the wind flowing in this path. Was it some form of air ventilation or air conditioner at work? The entire place was strange, and it was akin to a labyrinth after wandering around for ten minutes. Kazimir found several rooms that led him nowhere, but he did found quite a lot of blood in various rooms. Simply dregs of blood, dry blood, experimentation sites, strange machinations he could make no sense of.

Before he knew it, he found himself descending into the facility instead of ascending to find an exit. It was a confusing place. He couldn’t find any path leading upwards. Did he picked the wrong route?

“...Where am I?” a voice asked, and Kazimir looked to his right hand, over the concrete palm was the blonde girl held, who seemed to have regained her consciousness.
Kazimir clicked his tongue in frustration, looking away from the girl to spare her from his scowl. “Like I would know in this maze.” He remarked, scanning his surroundings for what was the hundredth time.

The maiden looked down at herself and squealed, looking at her own appearance that was completely naked. With a very swift and quick cast of magic, she allowed herself to conjure ice out of thin air to cover her private parts, to form something like a bikini of ice.

“I can’t remember much after going to bed last night,” she pondered to herself, holding her temple, but eventually gave up trying to learn how she got here in the first place. “So… I am Anna Petrovna. You are?”

“Kazimir. Kazimir Pajari.” He replied, “Are you able to walk?” He asked the girl.

“I am.”

“Right then.” He set Anna down on her feet, “So, Anna, you are a mage?”

“Yes, and I assume you’re something else altogether?”

“Something like that.” He answered briefly, Damn, she probably doesn’t know much about the Soviet Union from the looks of it. He vented to himself. “Well other questions for later,” He dismissed, sighing exasperatedly, “We’ll need to leave this place first.”

“Yeah, but it seems like we’re quite deep into the earth,” Anna said. “And I feel something strange down on that way,” she pointed to the path Kazimir was going till she woke up.

“Tch, strange you say.” He remarked, readying his stone fist.

“I don’t know. I cannot feel magic from you, yet there is that strange aura… from your hand, and then whatever is there also has the same vibe.”

“The same as me?” He asked looking down the long corridor, “Which means. . .” Another Time Warrior. Kazimir let out another sigh, “Brilliant.” He let out sarcastically. “Just stay behind me for now, Anna.” He assured her before making his way forward.

The two went to the end of the tunnel. The light was almost too bright for Kazimir. It was a long and large hall. An empty one, at that. There seemed like something reminiscent of a crest at the other end of the room. The crest was in the form of a spartan warrior’s helm, making it look even more odd.

“Hmm,” Kazimir murmured curiously at the change of decor but was wary, “Stick close.” He addressed Anna as he progressed the hall, ever vigilant.

“Now, now,” an unfamiliar voice said from behind. “I wouldn’t go to that if I were you,” he said.

Kazimir turned to find an aged man who donned a white lab coat.

“It’s dangerous.”

“You’re the one in charge here?” Kazimir asked, fairly certain he was the voice on the intercom when he came to.

“Yes, I am Novus. I am in charge of this experimental area, as well as the research labs. I assume you are the bearer of a spirit?”

“Tch,” Kazimir scoffed, “You assume so.” Eyeing the man and his surroundings, he expected someone of his rank to have some security lingering about. “You are working with the Soviets?”

“Well, why else would I be here? Mister Vladimir pays me more than enough.”

“For those experiments?” Kazmir asked, referring to the bloodied rooms he had seen on his way.

“And more,” he added, grinning.

“I see.” Kazimir responded bluntly, backing away from the scientist. “I doubt that you’d be willing to let us leave here.”

“Both of you are valuable test subjects, it’d be a waste to let you two do that.”

“Well I have no incentive for this so I’m going to have to decline.” Kazimir replied, eyeing the area behind him for an exit. The only notable feature was the crest on the wall.

“I wouldn’t go there if I were you,” the scientist repeated.

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9 years ago

Two possibilities came through Kazimir’s head. That there was a way of escape or something legitimately dangerous in that direction. Whether it was former or latter, Kazimir was going to chance it. Adamantly, he continued his backward march towards the crest in spite of the warning.

“Tch, if you’re so insistent on it then shall we experiment?” Novus said, taking out a remote controller device, and pressing a button after facing it towards the crest. The crest shattered, or rather, broke apart as the wall started to branch out. Eight pointed portions could be seen as a round space was revealed past what seemed like the wall with the crest. Steam rushed forth from within, and even Kazimir could feel something like a bad gut feeling for what lied within.

A scream of a woman was heard from inside, and a wave of energy followed, generating strong winds. Anna held her ears immediately, for the voice was too loud.

Another blonde came out from the tiny cell opened the pathway. Or rather, it would be suitable to say that she floated out. Kazimir noted chains restricting her to this room. Starting from her neck, her arms and legs, even thighs had chains attached. The woman was in no state to think rationally, likely, due to whatever state she was in under the closed wall decorated by the crest.

“I’ve always wanted to put you Descendants against one another,” Novus said, grinning.

“Can’t say I share your enthusiasm.” Kazimir retorted, readying himself against the new threat but without his armament, he was at a disadvantage.

“Where… where is the moon?” The woman finally spoke with a dry voice. “It is calling me…” She tried to jump, no- fly away, but the chains caught her and stopped her mid-air, and so the Descendant was stuck that way; bound to the earth.

“If you defeat the man you see before you,” Novus said, pointing at Kazimir. “I shall free you.” A false promise was given, and the flame of spirit was lit. “And if you win,” he said to Kazimir himself. “You shall be set free.”

“Tch, annoying.” Kazimir griped, the situation had gone far worse than he expected. “You think you’ll be alright?” He asked Anna still behind him.

“There is no problem, we’ll be freed if we win, yes? Then I shall lend my assistance,” Anna replied, determined.

“That’s good, then. The odds are slowly coming to our favour.” He steeled himself as he took deep breaths, his state of mind focusing only on the fight at hand. Staring down the opponent before him, his concrete hand clenched into a fist, “Let’s see how you compare to that damn android.”

Dropping forward, he broke into a sprint towards the maddened woman. With a final burst he jumped overhead, impacting his club of a fist into the Descendant before jumping back. A slight smirk of satisfaction ran across his face but was soon dissipated as he noticed his concrete fist starting to break around the seams. “Tch, bitch’s tougher than she looks.” He saw something like a whip of water run up to her coiled and come from behind, but it started to vaporize before making contact with the woman.

“As usual, a Descendant’s magical resistance is no joke…” Anna said, feeling a little powerless.

The woman simply stared down at her two opponents, as if they were mere bugs. Violet energy formed orbs surrounding her, and they flew down to Kazimir and Anna; exploding upon contact. The explosions sent the pair flying.

“Gah, this is goddamn annoying.” Kazimir vented as he raised his concrete arm at the woman. Taking aim, he launch a volley of concrete nails at her but his telegraphed attack was all but too easy for her to dodge. She grinned mocking, but with a gasp looked down at her hand, seeing the whip of water connected.

“I got her locked in,” Anna reported. “Next shot should hit.”

“Alright, I’ll repair her back in full!” Kazimir took aim with his arm once again and with an almost malicious grin launched an unending torrent of stone nails at the Descendant until all that was left was his naked arm.

The woman now covered in bruises viewed the two with ire.

“Mere insects,” she said, slowly, pronouncing the word grimly. She joined her arms into a posture that made it appear as though she was praying, and a black substance appeared above her. Soon, it started the pull the air towards itself.

“Is that what I think it is…?” Anna said, looking at the blackness in awe and fear.

Kazimir locked his eyes onto the black hole. It was going to suck both of them sooner or later, so the only solution was to stop the suction. He concentrated on his spirit, drawing energy from it. The shape of his lens warped; showing the insignia of Taurus, with a brown color. He gripped his right arm with the left, and raised his right arm facing the black hole. He was trying to clench his fist, but it was as if he was trying to crush a very hard substance, and was fighting something. A prism was forming around the black sphere, slowly and steadily, it wrapped around its surroundings before closing off all the space from which it could suck air.

“Heh.” A smirk ran across his face, satisfactory as if he had actually finally gotten back at his perpetrators. With a gesture of his arm the prison floated down past Kazimir, past Novus and out of the Hall, leaving them to themselves to continue the fight.

“Wha-” Novus looked as the black hole left after floating by him. “Damn you,” he cursed. “Finish him off already!” he ordered the woman, but she was already knelt down on the floor, looking dismayed; staring at the floor. “...Out of fuel already?” The scientist walked past Kazimir and Anna, and ordered her again. However, there was no response. He reminded her – or so he attempted – that she could be freed if she’d win for him, but to no avail, his words were unheard. Eventually, Novus began to kick at the Descendant roughly, and was quite literally grinding her against the floor.

“He… he is too cruel,” Anna commented, looking away.

Kazimir looked upon the sight with disdain but not necessarily in disgust of the treatment. “Pathetic, what good is a master who cannot move his own dogs.” He spat on the floor, somewhat disappointed that this was the man who’d been giving him such trouble as of late.

“Filthy… human…” the woman finally reacted. The ground began to shake, a tremor taking place. Her eyes lit up in a way that Kazimir could not see the insignia. She rose from the floor again and off it, and this time even Kazimir could sense the incredible spiritual energy that shook the earth itself. The floor was torn asunder and purple flashes escaped.

“We really have to get out of here now!” Anna wailed, the tension growing by the second.

“How dare you touch me, human!” the woman said, her wrath unleashing, and Novus sweating, and losing his calmness altogether, but at the same time he lost all strength beyond his thighs. She grabbed him by his head, and picked him off the tearing floor – the chains shaking, ringing a form of strange song – and a beam of energy was released. The spiritual wave tore through the ceiling, and all the layers of floors that were structured over it, until it found its way to the surface level, and the sky beyond it – momentarily spreading the clouds away in all directions as it passed through.

Kazimir could see the sky above, along with clouds of debris and steam from the melted concrete- no, steel floors. Novus was undoubtedly dead. As the dust cleared he noticed that his opponent was long gone.

“Tch, gives me trouble and doesn’t even let me have the satisfaction of payback.” Kazimir vented, he felt like he had just been taken for a ride, a pointless time-wasting ride. Placing his hands onto the cracked floor, he gathered the breaking cement and concrete onto his arms, forming armored stone gloves. “Hold onto me.” He ordered Anna as he looked up the gaping hole, readying himself for the long climb.

Anna held onto Kazimir, her frail-looking arms wrapping around his body, albeit meekly as she felt embarrassed. He then pulled both of themselves out from the underground facility. Due to the event everything was in chaos, and none had the time or attention to think of catching Kazimir.

Some distance away, Kazimir landed with the girl. Setting her down, he looked back at the smoking hole that was left of the Soviet Base. “So, Anna, what shall you do now?” He asked her.

“I’m not sure… perhaps I will find a work somewhere. I don’t really wish to go back to the revolutionists however.”

“Heh, is that so?” He pondered, “If that is the case, why not work for me.” He faced the girl with a steely expression.

“And what would you have me do?” Anna asked, tilting her head.

“The more appropriate question is what are you able to do.” He retorted, “My work has duties ranging from administration, hard labor and combat. If you think you can fulfill any of those roles, I’ll gladly take you.”

“I have been trained to handle administration and combat if that’s suitable enough.”

“Hmm,” He murmured as he took better inspection of her, “Well I won’t doubt your abilities in combat, you being a mage is enough. Welcome to Zayats.” He officiated before turning around to leave the facility.

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9 years ago

The scorching sun was veiled by the clouds, but its distinctive warmth was unmistakable, the neon lights and the beauty borne from technology was unmissable, the difference in culture and the people was as ever, unbelievable. Svetlana journeyed across Japan, a place she somehow felt more at home in. It was a country devoid of snow and smog. The mornings seemed brighter unlike Russia where it was night at all times regardless of the time on clocks. For that country lacked time itself in reality. She found the nostalgic bots cleaning litters and trashes like the last time she was here. She’d often mistake them for lifeless things to throw trash at, but then they’d open their cover and gobble the trash up whenever she’d dispose anything there.

It took her some time to find the Boundary which separated the Magic Academy from where she graduated some years ago. She could remember going in and out with ease in the past, but perhaps she was less attuned now to the environments after having spent so long in Russia working as a Raider. As a Raider, she was busy solving puzzles to catch people or beat up criminals. She was not sure if they were really criminals, for the Soviet was shady themselves, but she did what she was paid for; that was her job.

As she walked around the certain street in Tokyo around the Shinjuku ward – trying to find the Boundary – she reminisced how she ended up deciding to go to Japan. Back then, about two weeks ago, Lily was heavily wounded and Svetlana and her mother helped her recover. Lily thanked them, but eventually revealed to Svetlana that she was called back by her affiliates to go back home. Lily offered Svetlana to go with her, but Svetlana felt that it wouldn’t be right to go to England with Lily. Svetlana did not know English, nor did she knew what to do there aside from sight-see, she did not know anyone there, either. On the other hand, she was thinking of going back to Japan to further her research. Something she started in search of finding a way to bring back her mother’s lost memories.

Svetlana looked forward to meeting some of the old teachers she knew, especially the Faerie lady who identified her Gift and took her in, eventually bringing her to the academy so she could be a practitioner of magic. The girl was forevermore grateful to her teacher and she respected her above all else in the academy. Back then in the academy, studying and researching, doing homeworks and learning magic was a competition. Whoever was more skilled would always be praised and whoever had the highest progress were rewarded with reputation and fame swiftly. For they were scholars, all they could pursue were greater abundance of knowledge and magical power.

Thinking about all these things, Svetlana blinked her eyes. Abruptly, she found herself looking down to squeaky clean, sparkling tile floors, and gorgeously designed premises. She looked up to the large building before her, and realized that her had finally reached it – the Eastern Magic Academy.

“Well, what do you think? Do you think this place changed?”

Svetlana looked to the side and found her old teacher. Her labcoat was the same as ever. Her height and her featured hadn’t grown much in all these years, either. The faerie almost hadn’t changed. Her deep black hair waved against the breeze, a sight similar to the time Svetlana departed from the academy for Russia.

Svetlana took a quick sprint towards her old teacher and she jumped at her as she hugged her. “Big siiister~!” Svetlana said happily.

“Oh, dear,” she said, “You don’t change, do you? Welcome back, Sevvy-chan,” she said, holding Svetlana so she’d not fall off.

“I’ve missed you sooo much big sis!” Svetlana said as she continued hugging her tighter.

“I figured you would, living so far in that cold country and all,” her teacher said. “Well, let’s continue in my office, you wouldn’t want to talk in this place, would you?”

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

“So how was Russia… ehehehe, did you finally get yourself a gentleman there? I hope you did!” Mathilde asked, half drunk by now. She held a large bottle and most of it was downed already.

“Eeeh, I had no time for things like that. Too much work and I had to take care of mama,” Svetlana said as she took a drink from her orange juice, since she found alcohol to be too strong for her.

“Well that’s too bad! So what kind of works did you do there?”

“Just some work for the government I suppose, but they were so stingy when it came to paying.”

“Maybe they don’t have enough tax to pay you guys with? Then again government jobs simply don’t pay well. What was the job anyway, customer service or something? Mundane things like that? I guess they do that on Japan too…”

“Umm, well I suppose. But anyways how you been big sis? Have you finally found a man yourself?” Svetlana said as she tried to change the conversation.

“Ahahaha, of course not, silly! A faerie like me would not be fancied by a man, that’s preposterous! I’m fine seeing my students embark safely to their futures instead.”

“Could it be big sis has no luck with men?”

“Mnm, it’s more so that I don’t try, but… I don’t know, to men I’d be an old hag anyway.”

“That’s not true, big sis. In the first place I think most men wouldn’t believe you if you told them your actual age. I think most would think you’re in high school or something,” Svetlana said happily.

“High school huh… that sure brings back memories… but I don’t know, girl, I can’t really understand love anyway!” Mathilde exclaimed averting her gaze and picking up yet another bottle. “Maybe I only really love this,” she said clinging to the bottle with a look of bliss. “I can only tease people about romance but I’m not really one for it myself.” She laughed afterwards, drinking more.

“Maybe if you drank a little less big sis~!” Svetlana said with a chuckle. “Anywho big sis you think you can help me out getting a job here? The pay back at home isn’t cutting out for me anymore,” Svetlana said with a sigh.

“Mnmm,” Mathilde considered half-heartedly, drinking deep from the bottle despite listening to her student. “Weeeeeell… did ya know the Queen’s Meeting is to start in some days? The Headmistress is on leave for the week, but I †˜hink I can recommend you. This is a bit tricky, though…. what †˜bout †˜er mum?”

“Eeh, really? Well I hope it doesn’t take too long. I kinda do need a constantly better paying job. Well I was thinking that I could send her money and just keep in check through the mail till I can eventually bring her over.”

“Ya can mail over the Royal Council’s service buuuuuut… it’s a little annoying to get the thing straightened out, †˜ya know? They dunno much Japanese †˜nd all. Oh, right, how much did they pay back in Russia?”

“Let’s just say they were total rip-offs! But compared to anything else I guess it paid the most,” Svetlana said with a sigh.

“Depending on †˜ow many fields ye can cover, †˜nd hours, and uhh… if yer workin’ as an assistant or not, you’ll get… hmm, I dunno, starting with at leaaaaaast around 200,000 Yen? Or more? Is that much?” she said, apparently unsure herself. “I don’t go to town as much now, unless I gotta get some booze, so the inflation rate and stuff are lost to me now.”

Upon hearing the number Svetlana stayed speechless for a bit not believing the amount she just heard. Considering she had to put her life in great danger to even earn anything close to that much in Russia.

“Big sis please help me get the job!” Svetlana said as she grabbed Mathilde’s hands and looked at her with her eye as it seem to sparkle.

“Then Sevvy-chan…” Mathilde grinned, a glint of flash on her eyes just like Svetlana. “How about you get me a rare and expensive bottle of alcohol for me?” It was on. Anyone who would beg her for some form of help always had to do something in return. It was like everyday business for her now, and this sly fox always knew when to charge people with requests. Mathilde was known for this throughout the academy, always making people do things for her healing spells.

Svetlana expected Mathilde would request something like that after having so much time with her before. “Alright big sis.” Svetlana said as she stood up and went to her bag and took a bottle out. “Here you go, one of the most expensive and rare Vodkas from Russia~.”

“Waaahhh! As expected of my beloved student~!!” Mathilde exclaimed, literally jumping into the new bottle and hugging it like it was her long-lost love. She rubbed her cheeks against it lovingly. “Alright, big sis got this! Just leave it to me!”

“Thank you very much big sis,” Svetlana said happily.

There was a knock on the door, and Mathilde could hardly go up to it. Svetlana took the signal, going and opening the door for her. Two students entered, and they both seemed rather unique. One wore a black dress, Svetlana instantly thought of the gothic lolita girls. The other was a young man in expensive-looking coat and scarf, he wore a face of indifference and boredom.

“I’m sure you promised to give us special training, teacher?” the man said, appearing to be a little impatient.

“We woke up early as you told us, teacher,” the girl said, she held a wand in hand, apparently prepared.

“Umm, I did…?” Mathilde said, not even half-awake anymore. “Sevvyyyyyy-chaaaaaaan, help †˜em out or somethin’ I’m gonnaaaa pass ouuuuutttttt.”

“Eeh.” Svetlana responded as she did not expect something like this. “But I have no clue what you…” Svetlana then stopped as she noticed Mathilde had fallen asleep.

Everyone in the room heaved a sigh audibly.

“Now what do we do…?” The girl placed the wand instead of her finger under her chin as she considered.

“What is she even thinking? A kid can’t train us to fight in the next Magic War.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know I graduated from this academy already and I have plenty of experience,” Svetlana said as she felt a bit disrespected.

“Really? A kid like you could even be admitted here? By what sorcery?” the boy said, surprised.

“Through my big sis of course, and unlike you she fully trained me herself.”

“Is she able to pull some strings or something? Only sixteen year olds and above can enroll here you know.”

“I’ll have you know I’m twenty-four years old but thanks for thinking I look so young,” Svetlana said happily.

“I don’t even…”

“There are many special people in the Magic World,” the apparent gothic girl finally interrupted. “I feel that she is a Faerie… am I correct, Miss?”

“Biiiingo~” Svetlana said joyfully as she pointed at the girl. “Do you think you’re from this academy and not even figure that out, boy?” Svetlana said with a chuckle as she placed her right hand around her mouth. “But the young Miss sure is bright.”

“Why, thank you.” The girl bowed. The classmate beside her scoffed in defeat but didn’t speak. “Would you be so kind as to train us? Considering you’re an experienced graduate and were trained by Mathilde-sensei, I wouldn’t think you’re under-qualified?”

“Well then I suppose I can but did big sis tell you what kind of training she was gonna give you?” Svetlana asked as she herself wasn’t sure what she might teach them out of the blue.

“Combat training,” the girl answered. “Nothing actually special. The practice sessions aren’t enough for us… you see.”

“Oh I can do that then. Did she mention any specific location she was gonna take you two besides meeting her here?”

“Combat Practice Hall 110,” was the answer given to Svetlana. “We waited for our teacher but she never showed up, so we visited her here.”

“Alrighty~ Let's gooo~” Svetlana said joyfully as she quickly went to her bag and took her dagger out. “Don’t go thinking things will be easy just cause of my appearance okay~” Svetlana happily said as she headed out the room.

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

Steel danced in the air and sparks were often formed. Svetlana fought both the students as they dashed across the room, slashing at her with blades equipped in their hands.

Juumonji Akihiko, the young man held a dagger that had strange carvings on it, while Linfield Aozora wielded a katana, one that seemed sharp enough to slice through air even if it wasn’t used properly.

Clapping twice, Svetlana readied a bolt of lightning upon her palm as she concentrated the mana she attained from a distant Realm. Aozora’s blade sailed down at Svetlana as she saw both of them attempting to attack her from both sides. A bolt of lightning was sent to the left and the dagger blocked the katana to the right. Akihiko fell to the floor, feeling paralyzed, the electricity was felt despite it touching only his dagger.

“That wasn’t a bad plan. But remember you’re fighting a mage, don’t think you won’t be seeing magic being sent your way.” Svetlana said as she then stepped back and prepared another spell to send at Aozora. Svetlana felt something at her feet, but by that time it was too late. It seemed like Akihiko’s scarf was somehow entangled with her feet before she knew it, and when she looked back to him, it seemed like his scarf could extend. The scarf pulled her and she fell; her spell breaking up along with her concentration. Aozora tossed her sword at Svetlana directly at this chance as she fell.

The sword stabbed into the wooden floor and the tiny graduate dodged it nimbly with acrobatic movements, her flexibility as a child-like person was astounding. She then stabbed the attached scarf with her dagger and removed it.

“Oh, that was very sneaky of you. Almost had me there.” Svetlana said, clapping twice again, as she then decided to prepare a different spell for them. Dead Air, a spell of CreoAurum, it was designed to be a true hindrance to people who were especially not used to bad and pungent smell. As a result, the entire hall was full with said smell as Svetlana gleefully unleashed her spell to the air.

“What the hell…”

“I can’t… breathe…”

“You can’t stop just because of bad scent… tch, this is why girls are so…” Akihiko glared at Svetlana who stood amidst the storm of corpse-meat wind, and seemed completely unfazed. Akihiko, in anger, casted a spell, he stomped against the wooden floor and the wood around Svetlana shattered, the small logs of wood turned into sleek barbed shafts that rushed at her, giving her no time to react; making small wounds across her figure.

“How’s that?” he said, breathing heavily.

“My, my.” Svetlana said as her eye was closed and she was facing down. Svetlana simply clapped her hands twice yet again, this time the wind began swirling around Akihiko and it began picking up speed really quick. Eventually something akin to a small tornado formed and he was sent into the air, only to fall over Aozora.

“To think I have to fix my dress already, tch,” Svetlana said pouting as she looked at some of the holes caused by the shafts. “Anywho you’re welcome to challenge me anytime again but don’t come expecting you can beat me even if you two train harder together,” Svetlana said happily.

“That does not sound very encouraging,” Aozora said with a chuckle.

...After an hour, Mathilde took a peek from outside the hall room. Tipsy as she was, she recovered slightly, and perked up by the absence of her student when she woke up. Memories hardly came back to her and the first thing she realized was that two other students requested some combat-oriented training yesterday. Totally not remembering that she pushed the job on Svetlana, she was confused to find Svetlana beating up Aozora and Akihiko over and over again.

“Woah, she sure is letting †˜em have it.” It seemed like Akihiko and Aozora kept challenging Svetlana and were losing over and over, hardly ever coming close to victory. Finally, the teacher started to feel bad about the two and entered.

“Ahaha… this looks like a real mess,” she commented, chuckling nervously. “Sevvy-chan, I think they need a rest, don’t you think?”

Upon hearing Mathilde’s voice Svetlana turned around and pointed at her. “Big sis, why did you forget your promised to teach them! Anywho, this was their choice, they were the ones who kept challenging me over and over again. They were so stubborn, but yet so cute on how they kept trying,” Svetlana said as she then headed towards Mathilde.

“Oh jeez, you don’t change, your explanation is so fast it’s hard to keep up,” Mathilde walked up to Svetlana and looked at the two again. “But you really beat them up hard, huh? Good job!”

“Hey!” The two behind Svetlana yelled in unison.

“You can praise me more~! For I am Svetlana conqueror of worlds~!” Svetlana said laughing. “Just kidding~.”

“That’s not a good job!” a loud voice resounded and Mathilde shivered before hiding behind Svetlana. “You’re literally abusing them here, and she wasn’t even providing useful pointers throughout the session.”

“Umm, Alicia, calm down?”

“Or how about you take some responsibility?”

“Yes m’am.”

“...I see you’re back, Svetlana, I didn’t expect you to do something like this, though. You must be more considerate of their health, dear.” This person who was slightly taller than Mathilde was Alicia. One of the oldest teachers of the Eastern Magic Academy, she was a master of various fields and was a former Magic Magister, and a wife to a Duke in England no less. Svetlana knew her as her teacher of Ignem and Infernal Lore, and even Theology.

“Long time no see Mrs. Alicia” Svetlana said as she bowed. “Well I was sorta put on the spot so I didn’t really have much planned out you see.”

“Yes, but, there was no need to… well, I suppose what’s done is done,” Alicia said, heaving a sigh, and pointing at Mathilde. “You will be in charge of getting them back to full health. I’ll be borrowing your †˜Sevvy-chan’ for a while.” She then dragged Svetlana away from the hall.

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

“So these two were supposed to be trained by Mathilde originally, you say?” Alicia asked again one last time to confirm. The two were having a conversation over tea. This tea was the first time Svetlana had. It was sweet, and the leaves were apparently especially reserved by Alicia for special guests. “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised, once the alcohol goes up to her head there is no certainty as to how her head would work.”

“Thats true,” Svetlana said laughing knowing well how Mathilde was like. “Now then, Mrs. Alicia do you need something from me? I don’t think you would just drag me here to talk about my big sis.” Svetlana said as she then took another sip of the tea.

“My, I just wanted to talk to one of my old students, is that a bad thing?” Alicia said, frowning slightly, but smiling nonetheless. “You all go off in such different places that it worries me, that I may never see you again... anyway, was there any reason to come back? For research or anything?”

“Oh, sorry about that,” Svetlana said as she gave a quick bow. “Well I came to see if I could get a job out here to further my research you see. Things just haven’t worked out as I hoped back home.” Svetlana said with a sigh.

“Mnm… I’m gonna guess you asked Mathilde to recommend you to the Headmistress? I can help recommend you with her too. We definitely need more teachers around here, one with level-heads… I do not think you’d do so bad as long as you keep responsibilities in mind. Just that maybe the kids here might take you the wrong way at times.”

“Oh, I would be really grateful if you did that for me, Mrs. Alicia. I really would need the job since it would help me out greatly. Don’t worry not like things like that didn’t happen when I was a student here before, and plus when it comes to job I give it my all,” Svetlana said with a big smile.

“Just because they happened doesn’t mean… oh, do as you wish – not like anyone listens – I’d imagine you coming to me crying if an Organization lodges an official complaint and you’re in danger of losing the job right after gaining it. Well, I know the Headmistress and I are good old friends so I know she’ll trust me. You may count on me… but what fields do you intend to cover, and for what years?”

“Don’t worry Mrs. Alicia things won’t get that out of hand,” Svetlana said with a laugh. “Well I think I can teach anything related with Faerie lore best.”

“Well, as you’d know there is a specialised Faerie lesson class where you may teach, and there is one period for lore teachings in the regular classes… but you’d need to know more than one lore for that. Hm, how well are you with the idea of spell teaching?”

“I’m fine with it. When I put my mind into something there’s nothing I can’t do,” Svetlana said proudly.

“I see, any other lores you know suitable for teaching?”

“Well there is Infernal lore but I believe I’m better suited for Faerie lore don’t you think~?”

“Considering you’re Mathilde’s special student, I suppose that’s true,” Alicia said with a shrug. “Alright, that’s that then. Now you know what to answer to the Headmistress when she asks what you want to teac-” she stopped, the ringing of her cell phone buzzing through the air. “Excuse me.” The teacher listened attentively to the other side, and her face was serious.

“Yes… yes… I see my daughter is…” she sighed. “I shall be on my way. I did not think this would happen so early in the morning.”

Alicia then hung up on her phone, and gave Svetlana a terse bow.

“It seems like I have a bit of an emergency due to my problem child. It was nice speaking with you, Svetlana, take care.”

“Would you like some help Mrs. Alicia I think I’m pretty good at handling trouble children~!” Svetlana offered happily.

Alicia gave a sincere smile. “...Are you able to handle fire?”

“Of course I can. Why if I may ask?”

“You’ll need to know how for the situation.”

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

As one would know, the campus ground was large. This was a given for every student or visitor when they’d see the school from its entrance past the Boundary and entering the Realm. However, one would really understand the size of the area after taking an aerial view. The Realm specifically built for the campus only held the campus for the most part. There were other buildings for dormitories and some research labs for mages to use. Some of these spaces, however, were restricted to the young scholars.

What was located beyond the structures was a small forest, and Svetlana was following Alicia through it for some time after offering to help with the emergency situation that apparently took place some time ago. It seemed like Alicia was not exactly rushing, but she seemed serious, and alert. Before long they found themselves in front something like a mansion. It wasn’t as big as the houses of aristocrats in England, which was odd for a Duchess like Alicia. It seemed more like a villa for vacation somehow. Perhaps she did not prefer to have too many rooms while living alone? To begin with, Svetlana did not even know if Alicia lived alone here or not, but she did hear rumours of Alicia having her own house inside the very campus when she was still a scholar studying in the academy, hence people often claimed that Alicia did not prefer the dormitories for some reason.

Perhaps she’d know the reason today.

Margaret Alicia, a Duchess sent from England to help teach and nurture the younger generation – without discrimination of race or culture – was a very respected individual. Her classes were only with the fifth and sixth years so Svetlana only began to participate in her classes at the end of her school life. However, Alicia seemed to be dignified and respectable indeed. She had her way with words, but sometimes her lectures were long. At the end of the day, however, she never spoke much to the teacher outside of classes and preferred Mathilde the most, regardless.

Before Alicia opened the door a maid came out, making haste to Alicia.

“This way!” she guided, and the three entered the premises. Despite the manor being not particularly big, the interior decor was intricate and pleasing to the eye. Somehow, Svetlana could feel the tension in the air just from Alicia’s face, the maid’s behavior, and the odd silence of the house. Alicia likely had more maids. This was a given for nobles like her, but why was the house so strangely silent?

“Look out!” Alicia shouted abruptly, grabbing Svetlana by her hand and pulling her to her side forcefully. The wall beside which Svetlana was standing by cracked and broke, and flames spilled forth from the other side; swathing the floor and blackening it.

She heard a roar next, a demonic roar, and a silhouette of a child with long and untended blonde hair was witnessed. She could feel the leer from behind the fire.

Surprised from the sudden change in the situation, what really caught Svetlana off-guard the most was that the one who was causing chaos seemed nothing more than a mere child.

“Miss Alicia, is that your daughter or a demon?” Svetlana asked, feeling uncertain.

Alicia was clearly sweating, the tension not dropping – instead going up – and Svetlana was not sure if it was due to the question or the heat.

“Both?” the lady of the house answered, giving a wry smile.

The girl leapt out of the fire, her fists engulfed in bright flames. Flames meant to pummel people with, apparently. Alicia and Svetlana ran as the Duchess’ daughter rampaged; following them as she blasted the floor with each step. The maid ran to God knew where, and was long gone before the demonic child even showed her face.

“Come to your senses, daughter. I know you hate me but you’d even hurt someone you don’t know?!” Alicia questioned loudly so that her words would be heard; turning and keeping Svetlana behind her, but alas no replies were given. Perhaps out of habit, she treated the short person known as Svetlana as a student scholar. Even though she was on her way to be a teacher. Alicia joined her hands and performed a few gestures; a magical circle was created in the air that blocked her daughter’s fiery fists. It did not seem like it’d hold long, however.

The girl had long blonde hair, that seemed to burn unlike Alicia's, but her facial features were indeed similar to her mother. Her eyes and hair were clearly enchanted with some form of Ignem spell, and Svetlana could definitely feel a strong demonic influence at work.

“So, Mrs. Alicia, I take it this isn’t the first time or second time this has happened before, right?” Svetlana said as she started to wonder if she should have gotten involved.

“Definitely not, my daughter goes berserk from time to time, and I’m the one who has to handle it, usually,” she said, concentrating on holding back the attacks.

A crack formed on the magic circle. The girl was putting up quite a lot of pressure.

“Well then how do you normally calm her down? I take it words don’t really work against her, right?” Svetlana said as she readied herself at it seemed Alicia’s daughter was about to get thru.

“Unfortunately, when it gets this bad we can only knock her out by force. That’s why you’re here, right?” Alicia said, giving a smile, but hardly able to look back to Svetlana. “Anyway, this barrier isn’t going to stay up for another blow.” She could see the girl preparing a stronger punch; gathering flames by expending more mana.

“By the way, does Infernal lore even work on her?

“Who knows? Fellow Ignem users could only answer that.”

“Well then I suppose I’ll try what other things I know,” Svetlana said with a sigh. She then clapped twice. “Mrs. Alicia, I’m ready to start if you are,” Svetlana said happily.

The teacher gave a nod. “I already have. It’s your turn, do something about her.”

Svetlana began chanting. Soon after, a whirlwind began to form below the girl – just before her next punch landed against Alicia’s barrier – which lifted her up; sending her flying back before she landed flat on the floor.

“Now then, here comes the next round!” She happily said as she clapped her hands twice again. Electricity began to form on her hand and she fired it at the girl. This was followed by a scream from the demonic girl, albeit Svetlana still heard the voice of a demon rather than a young girl.

Alicia’s daughter picked herself up, and took two steps towards Svetlana, but her eyelids grew heavy before she fell back down to the scorched floor, electricity and exhaustion weighing her down. Svetlana was successful.

“Did that do it?” Svetlana asked, not certain if she would attack again.

“...I think so.” Alicia crouched down, and was about to pick up her daughter, but her hands stopped. She looked down on the girl for a moment, and clenched her fists, retracting her hands. Instead, she called for the maids in the next moment, ordering them to take her back to her room.

Alicia soon got up, watching her daughter get taken away.

“Thanks for the help,” she finally said, making a forced smile.

“You’re welcome. But why would she go on a rampage like that?” Svetlana asked, curious.

“As you may have guessed; she is possessed by an Infernal. Sometimes the devil is suppressed, but other times it finds its way out.” Alicia then motioned towards a door, and they walked off, leaving the burnt corridor behind.

The two then moved to a different room, and from here the wall was somehow transparent, and Svetlana could see Alicia’s daughter being taken to a room and being placed on a bed. It was a strange room; how the walls allowed one to look past it was unknown.

Alicia approached a table that was parked on the floor and sat on a chair, she ushered Svetlana to sit next to her. There was a book on the table which she opened and set her eyes on.

“I suppose it just caught me off-guard since I’ve never seen anyone possessed by a demon before, since I only read about it. What’s this book about?” Svetlana asked since the book was in front of them.

“It’s an old storybook that she used to read,” Alicia answered, looking towards her child fondly through the transparent wall. “A story about fairies that once lived in this world, and moved on to another world.”

Svetlana’s eyes seemed to sparkle once Alicia mentioned what the book was about. “Hey, hey, Mrs. Alicia, would you mind if I borrowed it?!” Svetlana said, excited.

“Of course, but I have a favour to ask first. Would you speak to her when she wakes up?”

“I don’t mind. But she won’t go all chasing me around trying to burn me down again will she?”

“No.” Alicia chuckled. “She will not do anything of the sort. She is her normal self when the demon is not in control, albeit she still hates me. I suppose that will never change.”

“Why would a daughter hate her mother?” Svetlana asked as she herself could never see herself hating her own mother.

“Well, it’s a long story.”

“I don’t mind. I can listen to long stories easily, but that’s only if you wish to talk about it, Mrs. Alicia.”

“I’m sorry… but I do not think I wish to speak of it.”

“Alrighty then. Though, maybe I should read the story. Once your daughter starts waking up maybe I can get her attention better that way,” Svetlana said joyfully as she couldn’t wait to read the book.

“That’s a plan, I suppose. Here.” Alicia passed the book over the table to Svetlana, who took the book with much interest, and noticed immediately that the book was really old. “Oh and unfortunately, I must ask you to never show her this book, or mention it if you speak with her.”

“Ehh, but why?” Svetlana asked with disappointment.

“It is a taboo subject. You don’t want to fight her again, do you?”

“Ahh. I suppose not. I guess it can’t be helped,” Svetlana said with a sigh. “By the way Mrs. Alicia, how old is your daughter?”

“She will turn eight this year.”

“Aww, but to be possessed by a demon at such a young age. Wonder if she can be free from it one day.”

“Who knows? I pray to God that she will be freed from this horror one day.”

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

A few hours had passed and Svetlana took her sweet time reading the book. It was a book in English so Svetlana had to resort to asking Alicia to translate. Eventually, her daughter woke up, and the teacher prompted her to visit the awakened girl.

Svetlana made way for the room. The doors were opened and closed for her by the maids. When she exited the room and looked back, they did not seem to be transparent. Which meant that only the Duchess could observe from inside that room.

Into the girl’s room now. It was a rather simple and spacious room. Not many things were kept. That was a given, considering the girl may burn down decorations and whatnot. There was only a table and some sofa opposite to a bed where the girl she fought earlier simply sat at the center. According to Alicia, she liked to look towards the window while sitting on the bed that way all day, everyday.

“...A stranger? Who are you?” she asked, frowning, but her voice was like a normal girl. It almost seemed as though she had no memories of Svetlana, or her activities when under the possession of a demon, alas… “...No, person from earlier. What do you want?”

“Hi hi, I’m Svetlana and I just came here to hang out with you, maybe play even,” Svetlana said joyfully.

“Isabelle Mauny.” She said her name, her expression spreading the gloom to the very corners of the room. “That wicked woman sent you here, didn’t she? I’m not interested… go away.”

“Aww, and here I thought we could have candy together,” Svetlana said as she took a small bag.

Isabelle looked at the bag with interest, which Svetlana immediately caught sight of, with keen observation, but the girl immediately looked away as if reminding herself not to converse with her visitor.

Svetlana reached into the bag, grabbing a lollipop which she put into her mouth. “So sweet, wish I could give you some, but I guess you don’t want me here,” she said as she turned around slowly and started walking towards the door.

Despite facing away, a pupil leered at the lollipop from the corner of her eye. The temptation was strong. “...Fine. You win.”

“Nobody can resist the sweet deliciousness of candy!” Svetlana declared as she turned around and skipped towards Isabelle. She then took out another lollipop from her bag and put it into the girl’s mouth.

“Oh. It really is sweet,” Isabelle said, as if coming to a realization that Svetlana’s words were true as she tasted the candy. She then raised her hand and held out her palm, and Svetlana moved back instinctively as a ball of fire formed. “But that doesn’t mean you can get close to me as you please. Stranger danger, mo- ahem, they say,” she said, showing her tongue as a form of mockery.

“Ahh, but you just took my candy as you pleased. If I was dangerous, shouldn’t you have rejected the candy? But here I thought we could become friends since this was also special candy from my home,” Svetlana said tearfully as she then turned around again.

“Hmph. You put it in my mouth before I could consider anything else; that’s your loss and fault. I shall indulge your special candy now that it’s in my mouth,” she said, clenching her fist and extinguishing her own fire, not paying a spec of attention to the emotions Svetlana displayed.

“I suppose you don’t want anymore then. I’m certain I can find someone else to share this with, and they would be happy about it.”

“I have tasted this already, I don’t need candy anymore!”

“Oh, so you tasted russian candy before?”

“My mo- that woman would bring all kinds of things here, after all.”

“Really? Don’t think I ever gave her my homemade candies before.”

“Even if you didn’t, I’m not particularly curious, yes,” Isabelle said, as if convincing herself rather than Svetlana.

“Oh well. Was hoping if things went well we could order a cake.”

To this Isabelle twitched, as if it lit a spark, but pretended to not be interested despite finding the offer irresistable. “O-Oh? A cake you say? They exist around here?”

“Of course they do! Even if they didn’t; I could easily make one.”

“What?!!” Isabelle questioned, loud. She faced Svetlana again, her pretense of ignoring her all falling apart. “C-Cakes… they exist outside London? What miracle is this?”

“You can buy them at the store, you know? Or just buy ingredients to make it yourself. Of course i can make a delicious chocolate cake myself.”

“A… store? Ingredients…? What are those?”

“Eh,” Svetlana said as she was surprised the girl didn’t know about this. “Well a store is a place people go to buy things they need. Ingredients are things you need to make something of course; each thing requires different ingredients.

“Weird… I’ve never heard of any such things,” Isabelle said, confused. “Everything was always around at home when I was in London…” she added, looking down, and mumbled to herself, “I want to go back home…”

“Aww, don’t feel homesick. Well then, what if I make you that cake? If I ask, maybe they would let me make one. Unless you don’t want one,” Svetlana asked Isabelle as she approached her, again trying to pat her head this time.

“Hmph, do as you please.” Isabelle looked back to the window on the other side again.

“Alrighty then, it might take a while so please be patient, okay,” Svetlana said happily as she patted Isabelle’s head.

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

Svetlana came back to the room with a cake after baking it. It took quite a long time preparing it, but the manor had all the equipments and ingredients required in the kitchen. Svetlana was helped by Alicia as soon as she exited the room after telling Isabelle to wait. Apparently the Duchess was not only observing but also listening. With her help, the process was undoubtedly faster.

“It looks different from the ones I had…” Isabelle commented.

“Well, not everyone makes them the same way you know.” Svetlana then grabbed a plate and knife she brought with her and cut a piece before giving it to Isabelle.

Isabelle looked at Svetlana with suspicion, and then back to the cake. It was enticing, both the appearance and the sweet scent wafting up to her nose adding to the temptation. However she wanted to resist, sweet food was her favorite. She felt like she was about to be tricked into liking Svetlana or something more heinous. As if a ploy set by Duchess Alicia was about to be accomplished. Perhaps a dangerous medicine to make her like others was mixed into it. She even considered tossing the cake away, but that would be such a waste! She did not know that her mother would likely think in a similar fashion if she’d be given cake from a suspicious stranger. Eventually, she stabbed the slice of cake with the fork, but took it off, and then cut the slice into smaller pieces, reminding herself that she was about to do things the wrong way.

Taking a bite, a look of delight naturally floated into her expression, and despite knowing it, she could not stop it.

It was delicious, no doubt.

“It’s… good. I mean, just about okay. Yes, nothing like the ones at home, but… I-I suppose you deserve my praise.”

Svetlana simply smiled at the girl’s response. “If you want more you can have another slice. If you want, I could also bring you some milk.”

“I-I would not mind another slice, but why milk?”

“It goes along with the cake. Have you had milk and cake together?”

“Maybe. I can’t quite remember. They say it’s good for growth too, I suppose,” Isabelle said, giving a look of despair at her chest momentarily.

“Ehh, don’t worry about things like that, you still got a long way to grow you know. Well then, I’ll be right back.”

“Says you,” Isabelle said, dreary, staring down at Svetlana’s chest. “No one even asked you—well, alright, and maybe you shouldn’t come back,” she added, crossing her arms after putting down the plate.

“Maybe I’ll keep the cookies I made along with the cake for myself then if I don’t come back,” Svetlana happily said as she headed out the door again.

“You can keep them to yourself then, see if I care!”

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

Ever since the big fight almost three weeks ago now, Natsu was helped to recover, however despite her physical recoveries, perhaps she was never quite recovered mentally. The battle may have been a hit or miss of glory for her hunters, but to Natsu herself, it was a step away from the grim reaper. Having witnessed two battles where she almost lost her very life – and were defended by her spirit, Sagittarius – Natsu had lost quite a lot of brightness from herself. She hadn’t felt much confidence ever since that fight, and nor had she met Sagittarius since then. She was given training, and she was making some progress, but she was still far from mastering her powers. Summoning the bow took quite a lot of concentration.

“Hello there,” Kazuya Takashiro greeted. “How are you doing?” he asked. The politician Natsu met – the first day when she was attacked – helped her in many ways ever since. “Was that your manager just now? He left for… uh, a date, as soon as I got here? I wonder what’s up with that? Maybe he doesn’t want to be seen with a politician? I hope not.”

Natsu was given a specialised room to practice archery in, and she was already sweaty from doing what she could. She could hardly make an arrow fly an acceptable distance to hit its mark. As expected, she had never touched upon the sport, even with Sagittarius’ blessings and effects on her body she couldn’t master such a thing in a week or two. However, the government seemed rather patient.

Her ears immediately perked up when she heard about her manager. She still had feelings for him, quite strong feelings in fact, but the knowledge that he had a girlfriend, Natsu’s intense reaction when learning that fact, and additionally, just her being around him could put him in danger, caused a great deal of distance to be put between them. They would still interact on fairly frequent occasions involving her career, but Natsu couldn’t really bring herself to speak with him otherwise, and her training with the government limited her time with him even more.

“He really cherishes his time with his girlfriend, doesn’t he…?” Natsu murmured somewhat sadly, though putting on a false smile. She glanced behind the politician, trying to spot her manager in the background, to no avail. Disappointed, Natsu lethargically prepared another shot, aiming at her target, but ultimately having a similar level of success as many of her previous ones.

“Ahaha,” the politician laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head, “who wouldn’t?” He questioned, not expecting an answer. “I mean, I did too… and then a lot of unfavorable things happened. I don’t even know where she is now. People comes and goes, Kazehaya-san. It’s a tough thing sometimes. Especially for people like you who’re expected to live longer than ordinary people.”

“I suppose…” Natsu replied dejectedly. She hadn’t considered that her newfound immortality, too, would be problematic for her relationship with her manager, even if things did end up well for her. She had prepared another shot, but had to lower her bow to sigh. It was an extremely sad thing to say, but she uttered what she was thinking: “Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be…” Despite her fantasies, there was so much that stood in the way of having a romantic relationship with her manager that she loved so much.

“Eh…? Kazehaya-san, could it be that you… ahem, well, this is a private matter for you, please do not mind my curiosity.” Then again I’m being fully ignored, so I guess she really doesn’t mind me. Hah.

“It’s fine… Sorry that I’m being so negative…” Natsu put on a smile again and gave a small chuckle, trying to put herself back in a better mindset for her practice. She lined up another shot, and, yet again, let loose an arrow that missed its mark. She sighed again, disappointed in herself this time. “Wow, this is hard… It seemed so easy when Sagittarius-sama did it… She was able to do it with my body, too!” Natsu had hoped she would perhaps retain some kind of muscle memory from when Sagittarius fought, but it was not the case. Even after several weeks of training, she could still barely hit the target, much less shoot accurately.

“It’s a matter of concentration and skill after all, your spirit seems to be beyond olympic level archery, however,” the man said, shrugging. “You have centuries of time to perfect archery, though. I don’t know if it’s true, but they say if you believe it’ll mark the mark; you’ll get closer to your goal each time as you practice…” he said sagely, nodding to himself, feeling his own level of wisdom, but twitched soon enough; reminding himself of something important. “Ahh! But I almost forget – my apologies – I was here to make a suggestion. What do you think of enrolling in the Eastern Magic Academy, Natsu-san? We may have the teachers and facilities here, but no one truly exceptional for teaching you about the Magic World are present – it’s a neutral zone too so I doubt you’d be assaulted – and most of the Shrine members are busy around this month. Alice-san said on the press that she is taking a break but she actually left the country, so right now we desperately lack the means of providing you the live-long education you require to understand the Magic World.”

It was an intriguing suggestion. The Magic World was so foreign to her. Up until her first near-death experience several weeks ago, she knew absolutely nothing about the Descendants of Time, the Magic World, or just the very existence of real magic in general. And with everything that happened, and all the sudden knowledge she had gained, it was hard to really comprehend it all. A structured organization like a school, however, would make things much easier for her.

“That sounds great!” Natsu replied enthusiastically. “But, are you sure I’ll be safe there?”

“The teaching staff are professionals and understands the danger of breaking the neutralism, so I’m sure they’ll cooperate,” Kazuya said, assuringly. “Of course, that isn’t with full certainty, I’m not sure if the Headmistress will allow us to bring in guards but… well, we’ll try to negotiate for you. Unfortunately I cannot make guarantees about it, but it is true that the teachers would likely support you if harm were to come your way. Either way, the real problem is not that, it’s the fact that the morning classes take longer than any ordinary school, as you’ll be becoming a †˜scholar’ – as the academy says – you cannot partake in any idol activities in the morning. There are six years, so this is quite a lot for you to consider. I know this is a big deal but… I must ask you to carefully consider what you want to do; continue to live your dream but dread dangers, or make an investment – learn, train, and work when you’re able to. The decision is yours to make.”

“...Then I guess we’ll have to speak with Manager-san, to rework my schedule around that, again…” Natsu clenched her teeth thinking about it. It was a somewhat tedious process trying to accommodate time for her training in her schedule, and now there was the matter of accounting for the length of her classes at the Magic Academy. It was getting tight; time Natsu had for rest was becoming slimmer and slimmer with each new addition.

“We’ll use our connections to net you bigger jobs at night so maybe you can try to maintain popularity that way. Unfortunately this means more work on your manager-san indeed, but there’s little that can be helped here, I am going to apologize for that in advance,” the politician said, a little lost for words himself. “I’ll try to come up with excuses so that you’re not put on the spot, of course… however suspicious he may get.”

“I’m sorry, Manager-san…” Natsu apologized under her voice. He was already a very busy man, and the recent events made his life even more hectic.

“On another note, you do know where Alice-san went and what her mission was, yes? It was unfortunate but half the words she had to say that day were lies to appease the fans.”

“I don't, actually... Where has she been?” Natsu inquired. She hadn't seen Alice since the incident. “Is Alice-san okay?”

“In the old England. I can only hope she that is fine; she was sent to assassinate that country’s Queen along with a few companions. It is a mission involving a long journey across the world.”

“Assassinate!?” Natsu remembered her assailants were English, and they were sent by the Queen from a Magic Academy that existed there… or so she believed. She had mixed feelings about Alice's mission, though. On one hand, it felt extreme to go after the Queen's life, instead of seeking out another solution, especially if it would put Alice's life at risk, too. On the other hand, it might be a necessary evil to prevent future attacks against Natsu and the people around her. Natsu was speechless; she was so conflicted.

“That’s right, the war has been going on for a long time… I suppose taking the leader out of the picture would completely destroy the sequence of order in the European Alliance and thus end the war.”

“I hope so…” Natsu responded softly with a worried tone. “How long has Alice-san been away?”

“Ever since the press two weeks ago, of course. I suppose she will be away for about another week at least,” he predicted. “You will likely meet her through work when she is back.”

“Yeah. Alice-san is a strong girl, after all. I’m sure she’ll make it back alright.” Natsu said more cheerfully. Her worries still lingered, as this was still a dangerous mission Alice was on, but Natsu wanted to maintain an optimistic outlook.

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

Aramus arrived at the Buckingham House again, a gorgeous structure that stood proudly close to Hyde Park. The royal house was often off-limits to the commoners unless an event would take place. In the Magic World, this was one of those rare opportunities for a Royal Welcome. This was the second time Aramus set foot on such a majestic place this month – he was known to be unlucky, but sometimes he would get lucky like this – and he was here for the Queen’s Meeting this time. Alongside him was Duchess Caroline Cavendish Bentinck, her daughter, and Takeru. They showed their letters to the guards by the gates, and were permitted entry swiftly. The road to the premises beyond the gate was a little long, but not boring, as the estate was particularly astir tonight with apparent loud laughters heard all the way out to the gates, and due to the crowded line of people entering the palace, and the Engine light decorations of the palace from outside were spectacular.

The Buckingham House was as big as Aramus could remember. The guests seemed to be elated, if anything. The palace was protected by a magical barrier set up by magical prism stones all across the premises. Moreover, this barrier was placed not only meant for protection, but to elude the mundanes from taking note of this particularly celebrated occasion, as only the participants of the Magic World were allowed – with invitations, at that – they wouldn’t want to attract unwanted attention. Hence, the barrier made the Buckingham House look like how it would any other normal night – with the barrier in place – to the mundanes. This illusionary effect, however, did not affect any of the members of the Magic World. Most fantastical being wouldn’t even realise such an elusive barrier in the place. However, the barrier would still protect all kinds of harm from outside, and from Infernal presence.

They all walked over the red carpet and found themselves inside, the halls were decorated, and they were full of guests. People from Magic Organizations were gathered from all over the world, so Aramus expected a lot of people every year, but this year it seemed even more crowded. He could already see the stares that were equivalent to daggers, and some even speaking with others while eyeing him. The Duchess noticed, but didn’t seemed to pay any mind. This was normal. The Magic World’s social events were similar to any other, except that the conversations were often odd and strange to any mundane, but otherwise even ladies and gentlemen were not beyond speaking bad of others.

Elizabeth gave a look of worry, but it seemed like her teacher was used to this. She could only hope that he could bear with the unwanted attention. Takeru noticed it as well, and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

The Duchess soon departed, letting the group know that she had some noble friends to meet. Considering the fact that she was a Duchess, there were likely many acquaintances who looked forward to speaking with her, perhaps. She promised that she’d eventually introduce them, perhaps out of courtesy. Elizabeth was dragged away by people who seemed to know her. There were likely some people who hadn’t seen her for years ever since she departed for Japan, and now they wanted to catch up with her, perhaps. Aramus noted that most of said people dragging her away were males.

“Seems like both of us are left out,” Takeru said, smiling wryly. “Getting the food first I’m guessing?”

“Definitely.” Aramus answered, returning Takeru’s smile. “You?”

“I don’t know where to get started, those steam engines employed for gambling doesn’t look so bad. The food isn’t made from Engine-produced ingredients so it may be really good. There are probably quite a lot of people who’d want to talk for the sake of acquaintanceship. I have to say, quite a lot of choices to make.”

“Well, that’s good for you. I can’t say the same would happen to me so I’m going to kill time and my appetite with the food. Knock yourself out. Who knows, maybe you’ll find yourself going home with some company tonight.” Aramus chuckled, lightly elbowing Takeru in the side before he moved off towards the food tables.

“I sure hope so,” Takeru said, grinning, agreeing for once, or rather, hoped for company tonight. I wonder if he’ll be fine, though. Having food now, and then having to eat in a contest against the Duchess. Takeru sighed, apparently not knowing the answer to his question as he walked away, approaching the groups of people to get acquainted with them.

Making a beeline towards his objective, Aramus quickly grabbed a plate and indiscriminately piled it with everything he could. His eyes were gleaming as he looked upon the feast before him. As always, it was the only thing that made this event worthwhile, apart from being able to see Her Majesty, of course.

Someone tugged on Aramus’ robe from behind, and when he turned, he found a young girl who was less than half his height. Her hair was clearly violet – a strange colour – and she had horns. A faerie, likely. She wore a purple one-piece dress. The girl held up her plate.

“Hey Mister, can you get me this,” she asked, pointing. “This, this, and this? Oh, oh, and maybe this too!”

“Certainly,” Aramus replied, smiling as she asked; giving her all the food she wanted. It wasn’t often people asked things of him on these occasions, and he would usually be a bit hesitant, but when it came to food, well, that was a different story. The plate was returned to the faerie, piled with food.

It was so heavy, the girl had a tough time receiving it. “Woah,” she gasped, almost falling over after staggering, but a gentle hand caught her and her plate. A handsome blonde man Aramus found familiar.

“You sure have a habit of running off ahead,” he told her.

“Oh, Arthur. Well, that’s because you are so slow.”

Arthur was a name that tingled Aramus’ memories. He now recognised this man as the very principle, the Headmaster of the Royal Academy. How could he forget something so important?

“Don’t blame me, being a runt just has it’s downsides when someone has to search for them,” Arthur said, sighing.

“What!?”

“Anyway.” Arthur looked up to Aramus. “I think I remember you but… well, whoever you are, thanks for accepting my assistant’s request. Selfish, I know, but one can’t help but do it.”

“...Really…” the girl groaned, but she was destined to be ignored. “You know, he is a Magister who graduated from the Royal Academy…” she muttered.

“Not at all, Headmaster.” Aramus lowered his head slightly out of respect. “Magister Aramus Valmark, it is a honour to meet you.”

“Right, you were one of the exceptional graduates of my academy,” Arthur said, noting Aramus for who he was, not even slightly embarrassed of his lack of care for his so-called exceptional graduates. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Aramus. Well, you know my name, and that’s Arthur. I think you and my assistant will get along, considering the appetite.”

“That, I think we can agree on, Headmaster.” Aramus took a glance at his own place, noting that it would need refilling very soon. Perhaps once this conversation was over. “But please, don’t let me hold you back from enjoying this evening.”

“If you say so. Have a good evening, Aramus Valmark. It was nice meeting you,” Arthur said, giving a light bow. The girl did the same.

“I’m Amrita, sorry I forgot my manners due to this jerk of a Headmaster.”

“Anyway, we’re off,” Arthur said, walking away, dragging his so-called assistant with him who seemed to be arguing about something as they left.

So that’s the Headmaster, Aramus wondered as he shovelled some more food into his mouth, some literal food for thought to chew on. Filling his plate again once it was empty, he moved to a less crowded corner of the room where he could keep better tabs on the proceedings of the evening. From there, he observed various people enjoying the Queen’s Meeting. With so many people here, it was hard to catch someone of interest, or anyone he knew, for that matter. It took him some time before he noticed Elizabeth, his student who was tangled in misfortunes he wish he could pull her out of. The girl was eventually surrounded by men, and not a single there lady were there. Were they trying to win her attention? Eventually, Elizabeth seemed to have bid them farewell, and left the current halls, and was on her way to a different hall.

Aramus then found Takeru deep in a debate about the Magic World and how things were being run. The booming business of vis, the tempting sales of members from Mercenary Organizations, and the figures of money from Magical Item shops were all subjects that came up in their debates. Noblewomen seemed impressed, and so were the gentlemen. He noticed the Chinese lady was a part of the group. He didn’t even know when she got in here, or how she was invited.

He could not see the Duchess, and was wondering when the contest of food would take place, or where it’d take place for that matter. He’d prefer it to be in a place where only he and the Duchess could be isolated from the crowds. At such a moment, a man, seemingly a valet, walked to him.

“Master Valmark,” he said. “You have been summoned by my Lady,” he informed. Aramus recognised him, a valet hired by the Duchess who was often seen working for her back in the manor. The servants silently followed the aristocrats to the parties, so they were often not noticeable until they were there to do their work. Aramus promptly got up, putting the last of the food on his plate into his mouth. He was far from full. Following the servant, he soon came upon a corridor, after which he was led to a different hall where he found the Duchess. There were some others with her, and how could he miss the lady of the night?

Her Majesty wore a fine, fancy red dress – that shined with sparkly adorned stones – one that was on a level different than the last time they met some days ago. She was an extremely captivating figure.

“Good evening, Sir Valmark,” Her Majesty greeted.

“Good evening,” a woman beside the two also said. “So you are the Magister that Caroline speaks so highly of.” She wasn’t someone Aramus was familiar with; a woman with long brown hair and a silver dress.

“Yes, that is him, Frederica. I am certain that he and Her Majesty are acquainted. So, Mister Aramus, meet Duchess Frederica. Frederica, meet Mister Aramus,” Caroline said, introducing the two to each other. “We are old, childhood friends, and I have been meaning to introduce her to you.”

Aramus bowed and replied not a moment later. He had been expecting their eating competition and not… this. “Duchess Frederica, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Mhm, the pleasure is all mine,” Frederica said, then looked behind at the sound of footsteps.

“I hope I’m not too late?” a different, baritone voice spoke.

Aramus turned to look at the tall man, finding another who he hadn’t met before coming here.

“Oh, dear, I did not know you’d be here tonight,” Caroline said, surprised. She immediately went up to him.

“My bad, dear, but I finished my business as soon as I could and just now managed to arrive,” the gentleman said, smiling. He was a dashing man who seemed to be wearing a tuxedo more expensive than Takeru’s… maybe.

“Dear, this here is Mister Aramus, Magic Magister who helped us defeat Sagittarius, and Mister Aramus, this is my husband, William Henry Cavendish Bentinck.”

“Nice to meet you, Mister Aramus. I hope my wife hasn’t been a handful in combat.” William Henry laughed heartily as he said this, and the Duchess seemed to smile fondly instead of making a retort. The other Duchess joined them and the Duke soon gave his regards to Her Majesty.

“Not at all, Duke William. If anything, I am the one who is in your debt. Without the Duchess, I might not have come back in one piece.” Aramus looked gratefully towards his benefactor and her spouse, glad that he was in such fine company. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to wine and dine like this once in awhile.

“Well, she is one warrior the Great Britain is proud of, I can well imagine,” William said, grinning, proud of his wife.

“Shall we get down to business, ladies and gentlemen?” Queen Victoria suddenly interrupted, and everyone turned immediately, solemn. “I shall oversee it, Caroline. Please, let us proceed with this… food contest of yours. I have been looking forward to it since our previous meeting.

“You almost made me think something else – and more serious – was about to be announced, Your Majesty,” Frederica said, regaining her composure again, slightly taken aback. “But really, Caroline, you and your food.”

“Can’t fight with an empty stomach, old friend,” Caroline promptly replied while her husband laughed.

“Don’t call me old…”

“Ahem. Well ladies and gentlemen, let us be on our way to the main halls, shall we? It is time to put on a show. What say you, Mister Aramus?”

“Have at thee, Duchess Caroline. If it’s a show you want, it’s a show you’ll get,” Aramus answered in concert. If the Queen was presiding over this duel, failure would not be an option. Even if his opponent was the Duchess.

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

9 years ago

The music was a pleasant welcome, the lights and the interior design, a most delightful aspect, and the ladies and gentlemen? Most of them were nobles? What a snobbish lot, she’d think.

Claudia entered the Buckingham House and the halls were packed. The food looked great, but what seemed far more interesting was the gambling section. Strange as it may seem, anyone other than children younger than the age of sixteen were permitted to gamble in this particular event of the Magic World.

The gambles were similar to the modern world. Lottery, roulette, and the like was found, as she had heard of from her childhood back in France. However, these equipments meant for gambling were made out of steam engines instead, so it made strange noises of exhaling steam every once in a while when it was at work, which made the atmosphere a little more warmer than one may tolerate. Quite a lot of people were gathered; despite the heat, everyone loved the chances of profit.

“I never saw the joys in gambling, the heat of going into a game of chance, perhaps?” Claudia asked herself. She wandered aimlessly, watching other people play and dabble in their games, wondering if she would have an iceberg in hell’s chance of participating in one of these activities and winning for that matter. She glanced at each title of the games laid out before her; Blackjack, Poker, Solitaire – all timeless classics of getting one’s money haggled, she thought.

Feeling inclined, Claudia was in a good mood, absently feeling for the weight of her purse which had a sizable amount of coins within.

“Why not?” Was all she could think to say. After all, she had no issue with trying new things at all. She went to the Poker table, finding a free spot with a dealer awaiting his next possible victim. “Hello, I would like to participate,” she said.

With that, Claudia played, holding the deck of cards cluelessly in her hands. She squinted her eyes, wondering what the symbols meant on the cards, seeing a club, an ace, a heart, and a card with a king, holding the symbol of the letter †˜K’ on it. That seemed unusual to the girl, so much so that she seemed completely clueless when it came to these types of activities.

“Uhh,” she glanced to her own hand which had spades all around. Was that good? She asked herself. The dealer was starting to look impatient too, Claudia just put all her remaining luck into this, instinctively closed her eyes and showed all of her cards.

A Royal Flush. She won.

“W-Wait, wha? I-I mean, was there any doubt?” Claudia then took her winnings and scurried off, mumbling her thanks to whichever devil that provided the luck; assisting and keeping her from making herself look stupid and clueless in front of others.

As she walked fast without looking properly, she bumped into someone, and immediately apologised, having remembered her manners. She was now working under the Countess, if she’d forget her manners and teachings just because she was a vampire; it’d simply be in poor taste.

“Well, colour me surprised,” a familiar voice said, and Claudia looked up to find one of her recently-made dear friend, Mary. “Did you pickpocket someone, you sly girl? A proper lady should be walking at a more relaxed pace, Claudia.” Despite her words Mary gave the best smile she could to lighten the atmosphere around the two.

Claudia's jaw hung open before she instantly snapped back into place and fixed her long skirt, making herself more presentable. “M-Mary! What are you doing here?” She asked, surprising herself. She looked down at her winnings and stammered a little, embarrassed about her unintentional win. “Oh, this is nothing, I was just partaking in a little gambling; trying new things. Ahahah…”

“Beginner’s luck? Not like anyone would steal your winnings here. Calm yourself,” Mary replied, chuckling. “I got invited, why else would I come? Anyone would want to partake in such a wondrous occasion. Was it the same for most here?”

“Invited? When did you start being important?” Claudia joked with mock surprise, holding her chest and acting as if she was taken aback by this.

“I could say the same for you!” speaking in apparent jest too, Mary acted in similar fashion.

“Beautiful maidens like myself are prone to being invited to such things,” Claudia replied, and self-confidently at that.

“The standards of the world have been dwindling as of late; that is understandable.” Mary gave a nod, running a hand through her hair.

Claudia giggled, giving Mary the way on that one. There was a word the Mundanes used for when people were told off in a battle of words, but she couldn't quite remember it.

“Okay, okay, I will give you that one. But really, you were invited? By whom, exactly?"

“That, my friend, I must reserve as a secret,” Mary answered, outright refusing to reveal. “I’d say an old friend did, I suppose? What about you?”

“Some of the Duke's old contacts invited me,” Claudia fibbed. ”Apparently they had taken a liking to me while I was still working for the man.” A face of hesitation graced her features as the thought of a group of men being her suitors – all at the same time at that – came to mind.

“Well, you sure are especially favoured then,” Mary stated, openly showing her surprise to the explanation. “A caretaker Dark Knight to be invited that way is a first from what I’ve heard. This is worth a rumour.”

“Ugh, please don't. The men the Duke worked for aren't exactly up to par...” Claudia voiced, her disgust clear. “You and your rumors, I swear...”

“They were politicians or important people of the society, yes? You’d think nobles were more than enough,” Mary replied.

Claudia shook her head. “That's not what I mean, love. I mean they aren't exactly up to par when it comes to... Well.” Claudia let her words hang for a bit. “...Okay, they aren't to my standards when it comes to their fancies in sex, mind you…”

Mary’s palm almost met her forehead, but she stopped. “Really… I cannot say, should I comment on how far you’ve delved into their tastes or should I comment about you being curious enough to figure out?”

Claudia was taken aback, surprised even. “I don't delve into their tastes! W-What do you even mean by that?”

“Well, what do you think I mean, you lecherous girl? The fact that you can judge them in the first place is not only suspicious, but also pretentious. If not, then I don’t even need to hear it from your own lips to deduce your actions,” Mary answered, shaking her head.

Claudia acted theatrically, pretending she fainted from Mary’s cruel, cruel words. “You scathe me. How could you do this, my love? I give you my heart and this is the thanks I get? I am appalled Miss Shelly, appalled, I say!” She said in jest.

“But how could I accept your heart if I could not love you?!” Mary said. “Be appalled, for all the act was for the sake of my amusement!”

Reeling back, Claudia grimaced, gripping her heart and cringing. “To think that you’d say these things now… you cruel, cruel woman…” she said. “Rejecting people must be an everyday thing for you…”

“So, how are things these days? I see you are back at the academy, and maybe studying hard?” Mary asked, dropping the dramatic act altogether in an instant, at the same time she avoided the glares she got from putting up the act in the first place. Mary was the actress acting for the sake of understanding different characters, after all. The differences between her acting – despite being in jest – and Claudia’s were pitifully large. She hadn’t visited the theatre much to perform recently, but her skills hadn’t gone rusty just yet.

“Better, now that I am quit of the Duke,” Claudia replied, straightening her hair and dress from her act from earlier. “Studying has been swimmingly as well, plus I am sleeping a lot more. Maybe a change of profession was all I needed.”

Even though you claimed to love him… I guess that was as far as it could go. “Good to hear that everything worked out. Where do you live now? A little surprised here that you’d find a place to live in so fast, considering the financial situation that you may be in.”

“Oh, Catherine offered me a place to stay last time we met at the Cafe,” Claudia replied. “She is as kind as I remember that time we first met…”

“...I heard she cut you up a good few times. Sounds very kind of her, yes?” Mary said, sighing. “So is she abusive, or something? I hear she comes from a good family of nobles, however.”

Claudia tilted her head, all the while quirking a brow. “Cut me? For what reason would she have to do such a thing? Are you referring to our last battle together?” Claudia asked, having no clue what Mary was talking about.

“The first time you met her was in a battle, Claudia, not the café,” Mary replied. “Are you really forgetful, or is it just me?”

Claudia snorted. “Right, yes. I will admit she was… rough that time, but conversation-wise, she is as pleasant,” Claudia replied, feeling silly that she couldn’t sense her own sarcasm.

“That is good to hear, what do you do now? I doubt you’re allowed to live there for free, a maidservant again?”

“Actually, no, surprisingly,” Claudia replied. “She allows me to work alongside with her in her family affairs and the like.”

“....That is certainly interesting. She trusts you enough to involve you in her family affairs? So does this mean they may employ you with the company they run too?”

“I guess that's a way of putting it, yes. She said that I had far more potential doing other things rather than be stuck, following behind the Duke.”

“Right. I’d think you’re still following her though, are you not?” Mary said. “Just that you are more directly involved with her business, but in the Duke’s case you weren’t.”

“Exactly,” Claudia said with a nod. “Being a hands-on person is more my forte, no?”

“It is?” Mary asked, not really knowing the answer. “Well, if you’re content with it, that’s fine. But if… nevermind.”

“But what?” Claudia placed her hands onto her hips and made a chiding pose. “Mary, if you have something to say, let it out otherwise it will come back to bother you. That is unhealthy!”

“No, I just wanted to say that I am glad. Glad to know that you’re not affiliated with…” Mary began, then whispered a certain name and continued on with her sentence: “The Society... like before. Perhaps you’ll be out of harm’s way for the times to come.”

Claudia, who puffed out her cheeks to pout for a moment dropped it as what Mary said touched her, bringing her to a smile as well. Absentmindedly, she hugged her, not able to explain why. “Thank you for caring, Mary. I will be careful from now on,” she said.

“Um, this is a little embarrassing in public, Claudia. People are looking,” Mary said, smiling weakly and trying to convince Claudia to get off while giving people a glance. They were indeed staring. “And I do not want them to get the wrong impression.” The trends of the New World made the nobles of England come to more scandalous conclusions nowadays, after all.

“Oh right, I apologise. Ahaha….” Claudia said, releasing the girl from her grip, in mind of the stares.

“...Let’s go eat then, shall we? Unless you had dinner already, or you’re the type who developed special tastes for food now?”

Claudia giggled. “No, no. In light, I am a simple young lady with simple tastes. Let’s go, then.” she said.

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