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Qin Shi Xun
 Posted: Nov 7 2013, 12:56 PM
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Relocating to a new home is something that most individuals dread or at least have some sort of distaste for. It may be because of the feeling of dislocation often associated with moving from house to house and city to city. It may have been because one was scarred of the unknown, or that they feared what was to come. Or it could well be that we fear moving for no better reason then that we fear change. Then again, humans are creatures that thrive on change so no matter how much we fear it... humanity tends to seek it out. Though some seek it more readily then others, and Qin more so then even the most adventurous of individuals. It was because of this that the white haired man suddenly and almost unexpectedly found him self in Japan. But unlike some, he did not walk into it fearing what was too come. Far from it in fact. He came to Fuyuki with a twinkle in his eye, a spring in his step and a simple dream. A dream that he would bring to fruition no matter the cost. And that dream was... Opening a Tea Shop. And why not? Most people would refuse to thrive in situations that where not of their own choosing... They would make the worst out of an already bad situation. But not Qin. Oh no, he saw this move, this change of local as nothing more then an opportunity, and one he was not willing to let slide by him.

So it was on a day just a few weeks since he came to that city that he opened up the doors of a business that he had dreamed of since he was but a small child. It was a modest building all things told, in fact before he had purchased it the structure had been nothing more then a dilapidated home of no true value. But now it looked like nothing more then a monastic cottage. A combination of both eastern and western styles, the building which should have been ugly found beauty in its dichotomy and in a natural symmetry that could only be found in the perfect fusion of opposites. The shop its self covered a great deal of space, what with its newly created garden which contained plants and flowers in such an abundance, growing in a seemingly haphazard way, that it could almost in fact be called a park. This lush and vibrant garden was connected to the shop by a series of small, almost natural seeming cobble stone paths that all ended a short distance away from a small natural seeming pond being fed by a fountain at its center.

It was in this place, by this pound that Qin found himself. And to say he was proud of what he saw would be an understatement. This was the culmination of weeks of hard work, weeks of stress... But now so many years after his first visions of this place... He had created his dream. And while some might laugh at the simplicity of it all, none could match his happiness. For he had created this with his own sweat and toil. And while he had been forced to this place through no want of his own, but through the machinations of his family he did not hate it or them for that. With a small sigh Qin stood, dusting the dirt from his simple clothing before stretching, his arms raised to the sky his bare feet pushing to the earth. Then with a small smile he made his way towards his new found home. He needed to rest, the next day his dream would come to true life and that required a fresh and rested mind to manage it. Not that he would be going to bed anytime soon... Just that he needed to look over the shop to make sure everything was in order for the next days grand opening... And maybe, if he was lucky someone would stop bye. He was lonely.
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 Posted: Nov 9 2013, 11:55 PM
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He was having trouble holding onto the dufflebag. It wasn't heavy, even stuffed to bursting with the things he'd taken from the girl's abode. Books, money, clothing, and a certain token he could not risk leaving behind him. But the bag and everything in it were products of the world, and the hand that held them was but a man's ghost defying the laws of that world to remain in existence. That same world was trying to erase that ghost.

Genghis Khan, stumbled down the street with the weight of the world crushing down upon him. He was dressed in the casual clothing of this time period, a black suit with a red shirt that matched his red hair corralled beneath a piece of headgear called a flat cap. He stood out, but less then his the garb he could summon as a Servant in the Holy Grail War. Any that might have passed him on the street doubtless fled the expression on his face, a mask of cold rage that promised death. Though none could know the target of his rage was only himself. Damn it all how could he have let this happen. It was the same tale once more, why did fate take those closest from him. Was it ever to be the price he would pay to see his ideals take form?

His Master was dead. It was his fault, the girl had not known what she'd been getting into summoning him, it was not something a delicate person like Mei Kato could have born. He should have seen that from the first, taken steps to correct it. Instead he'd let the girl shatter under the burden he posed. And now bereft of her anchor to the world he was being forced out of it. Well that was fitting enough he supposed.

Damn it all where was a another Servant? He needed one, with the Servant would come the Master and a chance to renew the contract with a new party. The city was overflowing with them, almost literally given the excessive numbers he'd confirmed on the docks. But none near him it seemed, an irony that. And he dared not waste the power amplifying his presence. That would a blunder, he needed a single Master not many, he could not stand battle in this condition and that would surely arise in such a case.

They must be somewhere, but he could not find even the trace of one. And in this state he could not afford the exertions needed to truly scout the city. Without a Servant he had no means to find the nessecary magus, nor could he hope for one to fall into his lap from the sky. It was truely a hopeless situation.

Yet the man who had once been Temujin, the man who had started with all of nothing and forged the mightiest army the world had ever known, the man that had taken on the mightiest empires and won, the man that had ruled over war itself like no other, had shaped the world to his liking and set his will deep into its patterns, the man history knew and feared as Genghis Khan, that man would not give up until the last.

He stumbled into the garden around the tea house from the street before his legs gave way. Beneath his material clothes his body was fading from the world, without an anchor he could no longer spare any strength to walk, it was all being reserved for the challenge of existing.
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Qin Shi Xun
 Posted: Nov 16 2013, 06:34 AM
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The night air was more then refreshing for the young Chinese man, it was... Invigorating. And it wanted to keep him from his work as well as his bed. Though to be honest, Qin hardly put up a fight. How could he? The way the light of the moon played over the collective beauty that was the natural world. And so with light steps he yet again let him self be drawn away from his work and yet again he found that he couldn't care less. And then it came to him, a song from his childhood... A song that his mother used to sing to him on night just like the one he found him self in. "liǎng zhī lǎo hǔ, liǎng zhī lǎo hǔ" His voice was soft, but in his minds eye he could picture those two little tigers that where such an odd sight. As he sang, a faint smile came to him lips but... His walk down memory lane was brought to a sudden hauls when he heard... Something not too far off.

With a quick glance around Qin made his way towards the source of the sound, his eyes sweeping the darkness for any sort of movement. his ears wide in case there was but the slightest of noise. "Hello?" His voice carried well in the cool night air but before he could continues on he spotted the source of the disturbance... What appeared to be... A man... A man who seemed to be fading out of existence before his very eyes! Qin for his part hardly understood let alone knew what was going on before him but his body and reflexes kicked into gear long before his mind came to grips with the situation. With out a word he rushed forward, hand extended and he lightly placed it on the other... being shoulder. What was he? Some sort of ghost? Spirit? Fae? There where any number of beings that ceased to be in this world when they died... And this man was obviously one of that multitude.

"Don't struggle friend... And don't worry. I'm here to help... I hope." His words while soft carried an air of command as well as somehow conveying that he intended no harm. Far from it in fact as as soon as they had left his mouth he had started to channel just the smallest bit of mana into the creature that lay on the ground before him. It was all he could do in all honesty, knowing as he did that his magecrafts would hardly work on a creature that was made of the stuff of spirits. And as he did, he called the latent power the he had stored within the garden around him to his body and then into the body of who ever.... Or what ever the other man was. He hopped it would be enough to sustain him, he also hopped that this creature meant him no harm.
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 Posted: Nov 16 2013, 07:50 PM
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Though aware ever so distantly of the other man's presence that was the fading Servant made no response. He had nothing to spare for people, only a loosing battle to fight and it consumed every bit of his efforts. Even that a normal person should be running failed to pentrate.

And then it happened. A surge of prana into him. Malformed, clumsy, as only a connection so hastily made could be between two different beings. Yet like a dusting of snow in the depths of the Gobi it could not have been more welcome to a man dying of thirst if had been all the waters of Lake Baikal. A magus, it had to be. And if so then they might be able to make the Contract. Yet there was no time to explain it. It had to be, he wanted to survive. Had to survive.

"Magus... notes..." he mumbled tapping the bag beside him.

He was no longer fading in and out but it was only for the moment, nor had his strength returned or the battle won. A Servant could not remain in this world without a Contract. No amount of power large or small could replace that, basic fact.

If the magus took the hint he might open the bag. On top he would find a wide collection of books, some of recent make like any one could purchase in a store, others older and unmarked. Those older ones contained a variety of texts on magecraft and even Grail war, but not fit for quick perusal. Digging deeper into the bag he could find clothes in the Servants size and a few other things. Yet it was an item right on top that was most important for the moment, a simple spiral bound notebook with a sheet right inside the cover. The notes of the the one who had summoned him so erroneously.

On the sheet though written in plain language in a graceful feminine hand was the chant needed to invoke the contract. If the Magus could realize that.
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Merlin
 Posted: Nov 17 2013, 04:59 PM
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[Spyingspyingspying. Not in the posting order or anything.]

Familiars. Familiars everywhere.

That was the general plan, anyway. Merlin had sent them out across the city to watch for important going ons and relay whatever information they found back to him. Most of them came up with nothing of immediate importance; They simply mapped out locations, surveyed the area, checked for suspicious activity, and usually came up with very little that required Merlin's direct attention. Until one particular owl, perched atop a tree near a tea house, saw something interesting.

A man: A large man, who looked rather odd for one of the modern era. Partly due to the whole, "wasn't entirely physical" thing that he seemed to be flickering back and forth between. If Merlin had to take a guess, a Servant- But not one he had seen before, so the possibility of simply being some other form of Spirit or Elemental still remained. Whatever it was, it was clearly not doing so hot. This proven by the fact it stumbled into the garden, and seemed to be fading in and out of the physical world. It seemed hard to make an accurate judgement from this far away and in the cover of night, but Merlin's assumption was that he was a Servant. After all, the odds of a random spirit or ghost that could also take physical form appearing just after the war began? No, in all likely hood this was a wounded Servant of some sort. It was less than a moment or two before a nearby man- Maybe the owner of the shop, or perhaps just a visitor- approached to help him. From his perch he couldn't hear what they were saying, but he was content just to watch for now.

Now Merlin could have tried to investigate, or even interfere with the situation further, but he had no inkling to do so. Call it the Knights of the Round Table rubbing off on him, [or maybe it happened the other way around?] but Merlin had no motivation to attack or inconvenience a clearly wounded being and someone trying to help him. He had his other nearby familiars survey the area, and even went so far as to make sure no other servants or Magi were around who would interfere with the situation. Content that there were not, he simply turned his attention back to the Spirit and apparent Magi in front of him.

He had no plans of doing anything about the situation unless somebody was at risk of dying or things went catastrophically wrong, but that didn't mean he couldn't observe and take mental notes. So that's what he did: The owl on the tree fidgeted every few moments to maintain the illusion of realism, even giving out a hoot or two, as it studied and observed the scene unfolding before it.
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Qin Shi Xun
 Posted: Nov 26 2013, 03:26 PM
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Qin for all his learning was blind to some of the base facts that his world, that the worlds of all magi where built upon. And one of those base facts was that of the contract between a potential master and a servant. But even as oblivious as he was, her could see the need in this strangers eyes... A need that was not being full filled by the simple act of giving this obviously magical creature mana.

"Magus... notes..." The strangely dressed man taped the beg that lay there next to him. With out taking his eyes from the other he reached over and flipped said book bag open... And inside, what a surprise, where books of all shapes and sizes. With but a glance, Qin knew that most where text books of one form or another(He recognized a few of those on magecraft) but laying atop all of those was a simple notebook. Finally taking his eyes from the man before him, he opened said notebook and quickly scanned the first page. And with those first few sentences Qin's mood dropped.

Not that it should have, oh no! He should have been ecstatic, seeing as the goal for which his family had sent him there too accomplish was now within his grasp... But by his vary nature he knew he was not meant for this war... And that if he let this being die there in front of him he would not have to take part. But... As easy as that would be, he knew that he couldn't let this servant... This person die while he had the power to stop it. "I... Understand." And with those words and a small smile he nodded to who he now knew was Genghis Khan. "Don't worry friend, I won't let you fade away... Not while you have so much still to do." It was then that he started the ritual that would form the basis for their contract. It was then that he let him self be drawn into the war of the Magi for no better reason then he couldn't let someone die. And in those final seconds before he cast the necessary spell,he couldn't help but think himself a fool.
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Julius B. Harwey
 Posted: Dec 8 2013, 10:39 PM
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[Just gonna do my Julius thing here, no hard feelings mate. You can hit me up in the Cafe if you wanna talk about posting order or any of my actions in general.]

It was night time, the perfect time for a wandering assassin to find easy pray. In spirit form and on the ready was his berserker. While she wasn't free to roam without his permission, the both of them did plenty roaming at night. They walked down the shopping district without Leonardo's knowing. He had kept this a secret from his brother despite the fact that such a thing is useless. The tall man took each step with a quiet precision. Not even Bushido Brown would hear Julius coming if he didn't want him to know. Over his right shoulder was a large silver briefcase with a long brown strap that held his sniper rifle within it. He kept both his pistols strapped underneath his arms along with his combat knife strapped on his lower back. His black hair was parted down the middle as he usually kept it, though the wind would blow it out of place before Julius fixed it. He kept his pitch black eyes, the eyes of a true killer, forward as he scanned and felt for anything out of the normal on his patrol. Beowulf was kept in spirit form to keep her towering appearance from giving away his position. He was dressed in his usual assassin attire, his bullet proof vest was forsaken for this mission however. He didn't expect to run into anyone with a gun tonight. His cargo pants would occasionally scrape by each other and allow the magazine clips to clink together.

The night was silent, it was suppose to be a normal night by this world's standards. Julius noticed an owl staring straight ahead to a nearby compound. It wasn't odd, owls often would do that. However most owls generally would turn around and stare at Julius before he noticed them. This one seemed to be slow on the draw, as if something had its attention. He took one step forward and felt it. It was faint, like a tug or a gentle nudge. But it was there. Excess prana was in the air and the presence of a servant was faintly close to him. He raised his right hand into the air to signal Beowulf to stop where she was. If Julius could sense them at this distance then if Beowulf got any closer that too would sense her. Julius turned around and began to walk in the opposite direction of the compound, its large walls impossible to peak over from the ground. He snuck in-between near by buildings as he came to a stop. The buildings could easily see over the compound's walls. Julius began to wall jump in-between the buildings. On the second time he kicked off he latched onto the edge of the building with one arm. The other was holding the briefcase back from hitting the building to help keep the noise to a minimum.

Beowulf would obviously follow him as he pulled himself up to the top of the building. He crawled to the edge of the roof top that was closest to the compound. Opening his briefcase he began to assemble his rifle slowly. As he finished he dug into his right pocket that held a gun magazine with a special bullet. As he clicked it into place he thought to himself on how he was to handle this. The first bullet would contain the rune of Sowilo and Uruz. In addition to his magical penetration rune inscribed on it. The first array would be set up on a time to where once the hammer of the rifle hits the back of the bullet it would wait a total of two seconds before completely setting the item it hit on fire. If it were to hit the ground or a wall it would set it on fire and expand only up to three meters in each direction. But if it were to hit a human, they would be set ablaze. He looked through his scope as he focused the cross hairs on the man known as Qin. Of course Julius didn't know the man, all he knew was that one was a servant, the other a master. He took an assumption that the one on his hands and knees was the source of the weak servant presence.

"Beowulf, if someone charges me I need you to protect me and aid my escape. I am about to attempt to take this man's life. I trust in your skill to keep me safe." Julius said to his servant telepathically. He took in a deep breath and focused his cross hairs on Qin's center of mass. As he breathed out he squeezed the trigger. A loud gun shot rang out as he quickly pulled the rifle's bolt back to allow the next bullet to enter the chamber. This one was a regular bullet however it was just an insurance bullet. He fired once more as he moved his aim slightly to the left hoping that if the man were to jump back the second bullet should hit him. Julius quickly sprung into action as he had revealed his location. Disassembling the rifle as quick as he could. He kept his eyes on the compound for any threats that may come from it.

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Some sins are not redeemable.
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Qin Shi Xun
 Posted: Dec 9 2013, 12:15 AM
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The man known as Qin may have been trusting, may even have been a fool in some regards but even given that, he was not dumb. And he knew, he knew with out a single shadow of doubt that he, even as involved as he and his family where, was a target while in this city. If only because he was a Magi him self, and one not well liked by some of the more traditional families. In fact it could well be said that he and his had made enemies of various European clans, and it would not be lying to claim that they with all their power had at one time or another attempted to kill him. And yet, even with all their ability and all their resources they had failed to dispatch the often alone and seemingly defenseless young man. There was a reason for that, and that reason was he was truly never alone at least not in any way but the traditional sense of the word.

Now, as skilled and well versed in the arts of stealth as Julius may have been... One can't not hide from those things they do not know they should hide from, they can not sneak past a sentinel that remains unnoticed and unseen. And so it was as the tall man made his way towards Qin's compound that he was spotted, and his approach marked but not by any creature that the other man would care to hide from... For those things that guarded Qin and his ilk where not made of flesh and blood, no they where made of wood and bark and leafy greens.Yes, his guards, his sentinels where made from and of the natural world and no human could get past their omnipresent watch. They did not have the same failings that mortal men possessed, for they had no need to eat nor drink as humans did, nor did they need sleep or rest of any sort. And while some could fool the eyes of men with tricks and illusions, a plant did not see with eyes and so could not be ticked.

So while Julius thought he approached Qin unobserved nothing could have been farther from the truth. In fact, he knew of the man if not his intentions by at the exact time he entered the district in which he made his home, for the weeks he had spent there had not been idle. Each and every tree was his guardian, every blade of grass was his familiar, each bush his friend and ally. And so the stalker had been fallowed, around each and every corner, across each and every street and yes they watched him even now as he readied his rifle and prepared to kill the seemingly helpless man who had done nothing more then save a simple life.

This of course was unknown to the man, as was the fact that even then as he lined up what would normally have been a simple and clean kill shot, there was a silent mass of autonomous plants each shaped to look like nothing more then spiders the size of large dogs though ten times stronger and as silent as a foggy night. Each crafted by Qin him self for the express purpose of killing would be assassins. So as the shots rang out they sprang at what should have been an unsuspecting man. And just as they sprung, so to did one of the massive oaks that made their home in Qins Garden. The great tree bent faster then a snake could strike, the trunk absorbing and defecting the bullets as if its bark was made of iron, which it might as well have been. And while they landed near by and the one burst into hot flame Qin did not flinch. In fact he turned slowly eyes locking on where he knew the shooter to be and while some would have smiled he did not. In fact the look on his face was one of profound sadness and what might have been called shame.
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 Posted: Dec 12 2013, 04:54 AM
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Beowulf could almost never tell you accurately where she was or what she was doing. She always thought she knew, but her descriptions of events were often very different from the actual events. In this case, that was likely a good thing. She could not have approved of her master’s methods. In life Hygelac had been foolish, yes, but not quite so underhanded as this. It would not have been acceptable. But then, Hygd was not here – the woman had been the only thing keeping him upright. It was not at all impossible for her to imagine him declining without her guidance. Either way, he was hers to protect and protect him she would. The tree moved, and so did she. The spirit form fell away to reveal the tall, powerful form of the Geat king.

One thing she was not was subtle. She appeared there laughing, eyes wild and hair all in disarray. Oh, how she’d waited for this. She could only go so long without a good fight. The need for it was burned into her blood. This was not what she had expected – she had hoped to finally meet one of the fearsome warriors she’d been promised – but for now it would have to do. Right now, Khan’s presence did not register with her. She knew he was there, of course, but in his weakened state he could not command any more of her attention than Qin could. Right now, that attention wasn’t even on Qin – it was on those plants of his.

She didn’t know what to make of them, exactly, so her mind made up what she could not comprehend. To her, they were not exactly plants. They looked a bit like sea monsters, only…earthbound. Land monsters. Not unheard of. The boy’s ability to tame them was likely why Hygelac had targeted him. What a gift it was!

With pure unadulterated glee, she went at the creatures. For a lady as tall as she was, she was quick. They’d tried to evade of her and some of them had even succeeded at first, but one by one they met Naegling and were cut apart and into ribbons. It did not satisfy her. She laughed – a kind of strange, almost feral laughter – and went for the rest of them, cutting the legs first and then driving the blade deep into the midsection and twisting. It occurred to her than that it might have been unfair. She was a young woman again – why had she bothered with a blade at all? Her bare hands would have been sufficient, surely. Perhaps that was why it wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as she’d wanted it to be.

Now she looked up and her eyes fell on Qin. This was Hygelac’s intended target – the master of those earth creatures. But what a waif…! He looked absolutely emaciated to her. Between his hair, his body, his…everything, really, she was unsure how anyone could look upon him and see a threat.

“Again! Is that it?” She cried, genuinely disappointed at being once again without an opponent. The circumstances of the situation seemed to have completely escaped her, and the look on his face was thus confusing. With a smile, she challenged him.
“Something else, Boy! Give me something else! Show me how mighty you are!”
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