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It was well into the night when Crescentia decided to make her way out to the park. Her investigations of the previous Grail Wars had managed to yield some results as to the various locations the Grail had manifested in the past. Supposedly, there were about four possible locations within Fuyuki that the Grail could manifest. The first was the mountain with the temple on it; the second was the Church on the hill; the third was a European styled manor; and the last was a park. They seemed arbitrary, but they were locations where the leylines converged and created the circumstances necessary for the Grail to manifest.
"De viktigste magiske bane går tørr men likevel ... vil den gralen virkelig åpenbare som dette?" she muttered to herself as she stepped into the park, being the only other location she could investigate freely without issue. She did what she could at the Church and the manor, but since both were owned and operated by other parties involved, that was only so much without their knowing. The mountain, she had plenty of time with, and so now it was time to check the park. Wrapped in cloth in her left hand was Gunnhildr, contained in its sheath and then covered in cloth in the chance someone came out. She was in her casual outfit right now, so there was no need to make the sword's presence obvious. In her right hand was what looked like a dowsing rod with a small monitor attached to where the rod was bent.
"Håper det fungerer..." she muttered again, bumping her hand lightly against the cellphone in her skirt pocket. It was on, though she didn't think it would be needed for much. Raising the rod, it began to waver slightly before pointing towards the center of the park. She knew it was designed to detect where massive quantities of prana were amassed, not in the present, but in the past. Even then though, it was acting a bit more unusual than before. That wasn't too surprising though; Crescentia herself felt a bit off ever since she got near the park, let alone the feeling that she had when she was inside it. It was like...the area itself was dead, and no amount of planting would ever fix that.
As she approached the center of the park, the readings became even stranger, and the information began to display itself on the small "monitor". It was....a heavily cursed area?
"Som ikke gir mening. Dette er der gralen vises. Hvorfor ville det være forbannet? Var en kraftig stav brukes her av en tryllekunstner som skaffet gralen? Nei, det er ikke riktig. At gralen har ikke er fullført ennå, eller annet denne krigen ikke ville holde det gående." The pink-haired Magus's tone became a mix of confusion and annoyance, not quite certain herself yet of what this meant. Her grip on Gunnhildr tightened, and she felt herself go on edge. She wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was the area getting to her, or someone else's presence?
TAGGED: Soren, Crescentia, Gawain
WORD COUNT: 384 Words
NOTES: A Deviation from the Plan
"Jeg lurte på det selv, sannferdig."A flawless reply, missing both a body and any discernible accent. It was spoken as naturally as if it was the voice's language, with no hint of evidence in tone or structure that Norwegian might be but a second language."Sikkert, kan en slik hellig relikvie ikke bli forbannet. Det synes mest sannsynlig mulighet, men. Veileder av landet hevder den hellige gral er skjemt."
The way the disembodied voice spoke, it was clear its owner was not entirely convinced. The calm, almost pleasant voice floated around the darkness - as if surrounding the girl, coming from only one source that just happened to be on every side of her. Then, from the dimly lit darkness, a figure finally emerged. He had been in the park himself, apparently - although his uniform-style, orange attire hardly seemed suited for an evening stroll about this hallowed place. The boy's smile was warm, and his eyes contained an even more friendly flame within their emerald casing. As for the boy's figure, it had seemingly shifted into a corporeal form from beyond her natural field of vision. The boy's smile did not leave his face, even as he approached her. He came to a stop some two yards away, out of both respect and personal space. He looked her straight in the eyes, already having appraised the girl.
"Jeg beklager hvis jeg skremte deg. Ved å vises så plutselig, mener jeg."The young man's every word was carefully considered but genuinely meant, without an ounce of doubt or hesitation. These words were not rehearsed, but from the boy's heart as much as his mind. He looked into the night sky, seeming for just a moment to admire the sight of the nearly full moon. But then, his face fell, and he looked back to the girl who stood before him. For a moment, Leo only stared, but after a moment of silence that smile returned.
"Som du har funnet ut, tråkker vi på hellig grunn.
Likevel, er en forbannelse lagt før og rundt oss."His eyes clouded over as he looked away from the girl and her dousing rod, a saddened smile now gracing his fair features.
"Det er virkelig trist."Leo finished, simply, closing his eyes as if in prayer.
"Hmn...These readings. Even for a normal curse...No rather...", Wander thought to herself as she sat back in her office chair. In front of her was a pencil scribbling wildly on a sheet of paper on a desk that had huge glyphs carved into it's surface.
The pencil was magically 'wired' to quickly jot down all of the information on the sheet of paper. The paper however accepted no marks. Instead the 'led' of the pencil was producing micro-tiny bursts of prana into the 'particle-fabric' of the paper---which she also specifically designed to do so. This paper was sending collected, and specifically 'frozen' jolts of information into a sheet of glass attached to the end of the desk through the carved glyphs. On this screen would be the appearance of all the information gathered from Crescentia's investigation.
"How oddly natural this cursed prana. Surely this can't be right...Not from the grail."
Wander quickly produced a cellphone from her pocket and flipped it open while glancing over the readings. She'd carefully recorded each on the notebook while taking note of their size, the nature of the prana...and now...
"I didn't think it'd be necessary but...density. Such strange density! Ring ring ring, Crescentia-Darling. Pick up. This is huge!"
From that moment Crescentia's phone would begin ringing.
Crescentia's caution was justified, it seemed. Another Magus had made his presence known in many ways, ending with finally revealing his form. The choice of using her language was...annoying in some unknown way, but more important was the boy himself, with emphasis on the boy. He looked young, much younger than herself. His words betrayed him though, and left a vast contradiction between his youth and his knowledge. It was doubtful that he simply happened to know her native tongue, happened to know this much about the Grail, and happened to find her here tonight. One coincidence may have left room for doubt, but three was a pattern.
Deciding for now to slip the dousing rod into her pocket, her grip tightened still on Gunnhildr as she kept herself at the ready while facing this boy. He was not here by chance this night. No, there was a meaning behind his very presence. For now, she decided to switch to English to keep things a little less...irritating for her, not to mention in the off chance-
Bzzzzt. Bzzzzt. Bzzzzt.
There it was. It was inevitable that she would want to chime in about their findings. Thus, she had the right idea to want to switch to English. She slowly reached into her pocket and pulled out the phone with her shortly emptied hand, flipping the basic cellular model and pressing the "answer" button. Such was the limit of her knowledge of the machine, but it was all she needed.
"One moment," she spoke aloud to the phone as she held it up to her head, her gaze moving to the boy as she did so, "Why are you here? This is no chance meeting."
Meanwhile, in her head, a totally separate conversation was going on. She did not intend to cross the two, as she would not endanger Wander's presence by giving away the presence of the second conversation. Keep it brief, Kismet. A potential enemy has appeared.
TAGGED: Soren, Crescentia, Gawain
WORD COUNT: 612 Words
NOTES: A Meeting of Chance
The girl - upon noticing Leo's presence - subtly tucked the divination instrument into her pocket. That gesture did not concern Leo, per se, but to the unseen spectators he had brought with him might seem like a half-step towards hostility. Luckily, they had all been forewarned to not draw first blood against anyone they might meet this night. A Servant of the Sword, ephemeral and translucent in his very existence. A close friend whose life Leo had saved some years ago. A brother, who acted more like a bodyguard. Any of these might linger behind him in the shadows, though if they did Leo would sooner have them make their presence known so this woman's undue suspicion could be abated. Leonardo Harwey had not come to this hallowed ground to fight - he rarely, if at all, came with the intention of fighting. But he could not control the will of others, who would unjustly see him as an enemy.
"..."A bemused smile was Leo's only initial reaction to the girl's decision to speak in English. She gripped her sword tightly, but soon the buzzing of a cell phone broke the silence. Leo was surprised at the very presence of a cellular device, but did not let this emotion show upon his visage. He, too, had a cell phone - along with several other communication methods, both modern day and magical. He was not like most magi, and even as the pinnacle of what a Magus should be had long ago embraced the heretical technology of modernity. After all, the Harwey faction was not merely a family of magi that had slithered into the shadows - they were a legitimate world government in some nations, albeit still raising the curtains on their collective at a comfortable pace. The girl's use of a dousing rod and a cell phone in the same span of time amused him, and she politely spoke to him first.
"Why are you here?"The girl asked Leo, after telling the person on the other end of the line to hold on. She confirmed her overly suspicious nature with her next statement, leaving Leo disappointed but unsurprised."This is no chance meeting."
But it was.
"But it is~"Leo replied honestly, his emerald eyes watching her with seemingly muted interest. In reality, he was watching that phone of hers - and what he saw next was enough to give him a vague idea of what this girl was capable of. Well, her, or the phone - or the person on the other end. He could not be sure of the exact cause without activating his eyes to track the precise flow of prana - but even passively, he could tell there was some conversation going on, even if he knew nothing of its nature or content.
"If it suits you, I am entirely content to wait until you complete your phone call."The suggestion was politely made, and sincerely meant. He acted truly and with etiquette befitting a gentleman - he even began to turn away, though he did not show any signs of leaving. Even so, his back was halfway to her, and his comment could only be taken as the natural reaction: To allow this girl to start talking to the person who called her. He showed no flicker of recognition that the conversation was already underway, instead inviting her to finish. He took a few steps from her, to put himself out of earshot - and he used no spell or trickery to ensure he could hear her.
After all, there was as little need for subterfuge as there was for hostility, after all.