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Puck-Chan:
His presence is formidable. It put Henry at an edge despite how nonchalant he was acting. But, he didn't feel any ill-intent from this Victorian gentleman. He impatiently fidgeted with the remaining needle he had between his thumb and finger. They really needed to get a move-on before the needles' effects wear off.


--- Quote ---"Where shall we begin? This being found his way into our castle, and, upon some perceived provocation, attacked us."
--- End quote ---

The doctor nods in agreement, "He does seem to be violent to nearly anyone he meets. But, forgive me for saying this for clarification's sake, you don't have an idea why he attacked you?"

Knick:
Zolgen

“Well, it depends greatly on whether we are talking of Magecraft or of True Magic.” Zolgen stated.

“Magecraft follows the laws of equivalent exchange, and all magecraft is fundamentally, at some level, achievable though non-magical methods, however there are gray areas, like things such as Reality Marbles. It is what most study, however they exact basis and system they follow can vary greatly, such as Rune magic, Alchemy, and so on.”

He paused before continuing, “Magecraft is manifested though ones magical circuits, spiritual organs which allows one to convert the mana in the air or the life force of the body into prana, the energy used to actualize the mysteries of magecraft.”

“True magic is far different, they are completely unique capable of feats that are impossible by definition. There are five True Magics, all of which function differently and have their own Domains.”

Zolgen then paused before speaking again, “How about the magecraft of your world?”


Sakura

Sakura looked over a Rider, “There is a difference between “prudish” and having no reason to engage in such acts. And in the case you posed it would be pointless. A servant like you would not have prana in your sperm.

She then walked back to one of the chairs in the main room and sat down, “I could use something to pass the time, what did you have in mind?”


Amy

It was a short trip on the elevator and Amy and Fiore were downstairs, finding their way to where breakfast was being served they saw Proxy’s human construct sitting and a table while holding his real form, reading from a paper.

Taking a seat she stretched her arms a bit and let out a yawn, “Why did you have to wake me up like that Fiore? I was sleeping so well.”

“You should not be so lazy mother.” Proxy’s human form muttered as it flipped the page.


Amelia

Amelia stuttered, “U-uhh, w-want to go for a walk?” She asked with the obvious hesitation.

‘Pariah’? Who names their child Pariah? Moreover why did this boy keep calling her sister? Well, either way it felt nice to have someone to spend time with, but she would have to lose him when night came, she had someone they must hunt.


Benjamin

Benjamin watched the cat carefully as he followed Lorelei. It seems like their competition came to a premature halt.

This cat was dangerous, and despite his time in this city he has not heard of anything about it. It seems there were still things hidden in this place.

He did not talk to Lorelei, instead waiting for her to speak when she felt like it. He might not care much about her standing, but he was not stupid enough to annoy the Queen when she was already angry.


Jubei

Jubei watched calmly as the two walked off, before letting out a soft sigh. Damn kids, causing so much trouble.

He then hopped over and looked into the ruined streets around him; people were slowly coming out of buildings now that the destructive pair where gone.

“Damn it…” he muttered, his hood overshadowing his face, as he observed the wreckage.

Same people came together into groups, tears streaming down their faces. While other ones were screaming over bodies. Then finally a small girl escaped from the grasp of a woman and ran to a body. She broke down into tears and started to scream over and over again, telling her dad, who had been one of the werewolves that changed back after his death, to get up.

“Damn it all…”

YOLF:
Uchiten

The specter had reached the tower of ice from the skies, slowly coming down as he approached the structure. The power that was called down had been mighty indeed, though the god itself had left this place already. Even without relying on sight, he would have easily identified the one responsible, but in no time at all he had found her, unexpectedly in the company of another.

Peering inside the structure, he saw a girl with vibrant red hair, struggling with unconsciousness in the arms of a rugged and imposing cowboy. The spirit medium (for it was an unmistakeable thing, especially this close up where her soul all but shone with her aptitude) was being carried down the snowy path from within the frozen spire, carefully moved by the other whose nature Uchiten could not place, but was certain of the power it hid. How curious.

A more attentive look revealed that the girl was obviously hurt, and he chuckled. Of course, using the power of a god, especially in such a blatant and likely rushed display, was no light burden. It was not surprising she had suffered some backlash.

Uchiten struggled to wipe the smile of schadenfreude from his face, adjusting the curve of his lips to a polite one, and floated down to intercept the girl and her companion at the base of the tower. He landed softly on the snow, beholding the two with an air of pleasant greeting.

"Hello there." he began, "Might you be in need of some assistance?"

The onmyoji made to offer a handshake, but jerked back before even extending his hand. An eye twitched once behind his shades, off put by the mantle around the girl's shoulder, its material and make repulsing him like a cloak of pins.

Knick:
Shiro

“Hmm, I’ll have the grilled chicken and steamed vegetables.” He then looked back at his glass before turning his head back to the waitress, “Oh, and some more water if you will.”

Ivan The Mouse:

--- Quote from: Elf on August 02, 2014, 03:07:00 AM ---Gabriel almost laughed.  He couldn't help himself, it was just too amusing.  A smirk crossed his features as he said, "Well, the lady of the house has her hands full right now.  There's apparently someone rotting in the basement and an elemental with concrete through his torso or some such.  I will warn you, if you try to talk to her now she might become quite cross."

Then he tilted his head and asked, "You really have no idea who lives here, do you?"

--- End quote ---

"No, I don't." Rattus again outright said, not minding the jet-black haired man's amused laugh or seemingly condescending smirk. "How am I supposed to have any assumption about the lady's personality and background if all I have seen is this structure's exterior and all I have concluded are based from deductions and observations?"

He then continued. "However, with you making statements about the contents of your basement and who the occupants in the house are right now, I can safely assure to myself that she is a woman of paranormal, mythical, magical or otherwise supernatural nature. For me, it is a perfect opportunity to present some deals regarding my merchandise, might it be that she would reject my offer. That would be a better conclusion for my business than to have never presented at all, letting slip of a potential buyer."

"And of course..." He then tipped his glasses back by the bridge. "...I can understand the infuriation and annoyance that a door-to-door salesman like me would bring whether someone has themselves occupied with something, especially of great importance or relevance to their interests. As such, all I am asking you is to allow me to enter and stay at your premises. Then, I would wait for her to take care of her own matters first, before she entertains me and we talk of any deals that I want to offer to her. If it seems to you that I am persistent or insistent, that's because I am a salesman and such trait should be a part of my profession."

"But," he went on, in his pedantic monotone. "As much I am an arms dealer, I can already tell right from the start that this is not an ordinary household, as exemplified by the unnatural color of your hair. I have to then tell you then that, I might not be as powerful or as extraordinary as the lady of this residence, but I am not also as mundane as I appear to be."

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