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Post by Chaldea-san on Jan 3, 2016 4:12:48 GMT
It's a new year and Chaldea needs to renegotiate it's funding.
Almost all world powers support the organization in some way, but they each contribute different things to the effort.
Because the higher-ups were deployed en-mass for this diplomatic effort, some of the Agents were sent as auxiliary security.
The setting this time around is a...peculiar one. You were sent to the contemporary Fuyuki, a city most agents have seen in an another, far more chaotic state. The goal is to contact the land's administrator over some data that Chaldea has been collecting in the area. It was suggested that while they discuss the finer details, you roam the city in hopes of gaining some unusual insight into the battlefield you are usually thrown in. |
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Post by anton on Jan 4, 2016 20:33:13 GMT
To be completely honest Anton was completely fed up with Fuyuki and he would be rather happy if he didn't see this eastern city ever again. Thankfully this time it was in the less ruined town. So a mixture of feelings swelled up on him when he heard he was going to present Fuyuki. The reasons? Well for one it seemed he was gaining some notoriety within Chaldea, and that since apparently they knew he had lived on this city (to be honest, he didn't remember that much of all the places he lived in, Fuyuki was among the less relevant places he had briefly moved in with his mother.) But it seemed that the higher ups thought he'd have some more in depth knowledge of the area... than let's say Ayame who worked here, knew the administrator and lived here way longer than he did.
But what was done was done. Hell he was even assigned a Servant... Not one of the ones he was somewhat familiar with but she seemed nice enough? Their job was to escort a representative so he could talk to the Tohsaka head, while he and Brynhilde looked around. He had asked Ayame, his mother and another acquaintance who'd been in Fuyuki and had actually been involved in some sort of conflict here that involved Servants to give him some pointers on the area.
So among several locations he wanted to check, four were more prominent, though he'd avoid one because he didn't want to startle the Tohsaka administrator while in company of a Servant. The locations where a large barren park, the temple on the hill and the local Church of the city.
Though there was no snow, it was cold enough that Anton wore a jacket and gloves. It wasn't nearly as freaking cold as it was on the Mountains around the Chaldea compound but it was still reasonable to wear winter clothing, less than in Russia of course.
So while their "boss" went over to the Tohsaka manor with the car, he and Brynhilde were left behind on the Shinto side of town to walk it out.
Figures...
After a moment of silence, he looked at the city, though not as lively due to the cold weather it was certainly a better sight than that of the Ruined Fuyuki. Anton looked at Lancer, he hadn't spoken to her in a while and besides they hadn't talked much beyond introductions and some small talk here and there during the trip to Japan.
"Well... this is an interesting change of pace from... uhm the past." He said, trying to break the silence. Anton from his travelers backpack got a map of the city, the kind you get from a tourist shop, he looked at the four red circles. The Central Park was the nearest from their location, then the church. They could check the Ryuudou Temple last.
He really didn't remember much of Fuyuki.
To get to the park, they needed to get through a commercial district it seemed.
"Well we should have a look around, eat something warm as well." He said, trying to be pleasant, Anton was still not comfortable around Heroic Spirits. "Might as well enjoy this little trip." He adjusted his glasses.
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Post by Brynhild on Jan 13, 2016 23:17:34 GMT
Oh dear whatever was it that made her deserving of being thrown into such a pickle again. She had fulfilled her missions imposed on her by Chaldea dutifully and without complaint yet... Fuyuki again? On top of this a city outside Chaldea, in the real world? This was... almost too reminiscent of a variety of things. She felt memories wishing to surface, memories she should not have. Even so... the main issue was that she just felt so... out of place. The people here were all so short and their faces looked nothing like hers at all. At least she had managed to get her hands on proper clothing, otherwise she would have felt like a laughing stock 'tween all these people.
Kneading her hands softly, Brynhild gazed up at the buildings and commercials, pondering what they should do now. The person they should have protected left them behind, for reasons the Lancer could not even hope to fathom. From a strategical point of view, leaving one's guards behind was the same as accepting a death sentence. She could not help but sigh, over such a profound ignorance of their duties, and so she did. At least her partner appeared to be a rather gentle individual. A soft-spoken young man who did neither intrude, nor complain much, nor did he voice his apparent disagreement with the situation.
Brynhild was wearing clothes suitable for the temperature, a grey jean and knee-high black boots covering her lower body, while her top was adorned by a black coat, which tightly hugged her form, to warm her in this cold. Alas, it was probably unnecessary... she did not feel anything of the cold and had lived in much harsher climates. Her nature as a spirit might have a lot to do with it as well though... to her the clothing was just a way to conceal herself, so she had made sure to at least keep up a sense of fashion. Below her coat the collar of a deep-purple blouse flashed slightly, whiler her hands were covered in thin, black leather gloves. Her hair she'd mostly let down, only holding it back with a purple hair-slide, so it would not fall into her left eye all the time.
Her long silvery her still seemed to be drawing a lot of attention however, as the people surrounding them almost seemed to devour her with their eyes. Brynhild was visibly disconcerted by this, clutching her hands more tightly as she stuck a little closer to Anton instinctively. When he finally spoke to her, Bryn turned to him with the faintest wiff of a startle, looking at him with her inhumanly bright, amethyst eyes, their ethereal gaze resting on his for a moment as she asked:"Huh?" and tilted her head in querry. She did not quite understand what exactly he meant. This was just a mission as any other, no?
At least Anton appeared to be knowing where they were headed, alas the question did not make much sense in that context. It was probably better to just leave it, she had no intention of bothering the young man with her ignorance of this city's skyline. Instead she looked at a number of shops curiously, in search of one suitable for buying a present for her beloved. When a peculiar shop finally caught her eyes, Anton once again spoke to her, proposing they ate something warm, whilst looking around. It might not be the best idea to pull him with her into one such shop but... well, she did not have much of a choice there.
At least she could treat him for dinner first. "Oh, I would love to, I assure you Mr. Anton... if you do not mind, could you lead the way to a food stand, I am feeling rather curious about the japanese cuisine. Perhaps, I shall keep the recipies for some of these food-stuffs in mind for later..." pondering with a thoughtful expression, Brynhild grabbed Anton's arm, clinging to him while turning him into the direction opposite of the shop she'd found, dragging him into the general direction of the smell of food. Oh... this would turn out to be a rather embarassing turn of events... but it was a good present, the best she could imagine for Mordred. It just could not be helped...
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Post by anton on Jan 26, 2016 20:26:32 GMT
If there was a slight consolation for his walk with Lancer was that for me most part all eyes glued on her and not him. Though then again he wasn't sure how to feel with Brynhild hovering close to him on the more crowded streets. The Magus had to reorganize his thoughts on Servants, he almost always had to do this and adjust his outlook on them. When he first heard of them, he thought of them as very high tier familiars, then as frightening people from the past with far more power than it should be reasonable. Then, slowly but as he talked more or went on more missions with them, he did reach a conclusion.
At the end of the day Servants were still people. Heroic Spirits they may be, they are exceptional and unique. But they are still people. Accepting this fact made it easier for him to talk to them, perhaps other people would never even think what he did or if they did, they had reached this conclusion even faster. But Anton was the analytical type, he was the kind of guy that troubled himself insensibly over minute things and over philosophies or the reasoning as well as the purpose of things. He was still uncomfortable around Servants but it wasn't as bad as it was at first.
He adjusted his glasses and looked back at the fair silvery head Lancer. He wasn't familiar with her myth, but from the hear-say he had thought a Queen like her like her would have been more externally firm or regal. After all, from what little he knew, he believed she was highly sought after by men from her time period. But well, this was a different nation and not a battlefield, so maybe her surroundings didn't make her comfortable. "Well... I think I remember a restaurant around here..." He said, resuming the walk while very visually thinking. "Might not exist anymore though." He said more to himself than to Lancer.
If he actually remember correctly the restaurant was about three or four blocks into the commercial district. So as they walked, a curious question popped into his head. The young Magus looked at Lancer "Say, when you were summoned, did the Chaldea system include knowledge on other languages besides english?" Anton, knew the FATE system acclimatized Servants to the modern world to prevent culture shocks, knowledge on basic things and of course English, but he didn't know if it included all modern or at least the more widespread languages. More specifically he wanted to know if Brynhild knew how to speak Japanese.
"I still remember some Japanse, from way back when I lived here, so we should be alright." He would say that if Brynhild wasn't familiar with the local language. If she was, then he'd probably say "Well, guess we won't have any language barriers with the locals then." or something to that effect as a very light jest.
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