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[cerasisbellator]

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“I-I never meant to recorded that! Gomen'nasai!” The Samurai’s back snaps down into a bow. “I will re-record your show as soon as I can!!”

[sesshosekiii-blog]

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“Hm? Who’s there? I warn you-- if it is someone who likes to eat foxes, I am no easy target!”

[wroughtironhero]

Paradigm Shift

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     The busy streets bustle with movement and noise as I attempt to navigate them.  It’s been ages since I’ve been back in Japan.  If only I could have come somewhere familiar.  But, Fuyuki doesn’t have what I’m looking for.

     Waver’s gotten... nervous, I think is the best word for it.  My instructor’s been going out on business a lot more as of late.  He always come back with some wild story he recalls with deadpan disinterest to the class.  The last time though, he tried to play it off coolly, but I could see the color drain from his cheeks when one of the freshmen asked him about his most recent case.  Supposedly during his travels, he ran afoul of some coven of absurdly powerful Dead Apostles.  He was even willing to admit he thought he was going to die when they came for him.  

     His eyes shut on reflex.  When he opened them again, the vampires were in pieces, their unlife wrested from their forms.  Standing amid the carnage was a young man with a knife in his hands and piercing blue eyes.  The man offered him an apology in Japanese, bound his eyes in bandages, and left without another word.  During Lord El Meloi II’s most recent case, he encountered a user of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.

     That encounter is why I’m here in Mifune.  As he’s preoccupied with yet another case, I’ve been sent to look for one of the only magi with a reasonable understanding of the exceedingly rare sorcery trait, Aozaki Touko.  In exchange, Waver’s promised he’ll open negotiations with the aristocracy about releasing the Emiya family magic crest to its rightful inheritor.  Though I’m incompatible with it and far too old to undergo the transplant process, Tohsaka and I want to keep whatever the hell Kiritsugu’s ancestors accomplished out of unscrupulous hands.

     I stop dead in my tracks on the side walk, the crowd walking around me without impediment.  There’s an overwhelming sense of wrongness in the air and it’s coming from somewhere around          

     Ah.  This the place.  The Hollow Shrine.

     On my left stands a bizarre, half constructed building.  Focusing my senses, I detect it easily.  Someone’s put up a bounded field here.  Can’t say exactly how, but it looks like it’s meant to ward off people unconsciously.  The Tohsaka manor has something similar in place.  If it wasn’t for my sensitivity to this kind of stuff, I might have overlooked it entirely.

     Maneuvering through the scaffolding, I walk through the front door only to find the ground floor desolate and unfinished.  Ascending the stairs, the doors to the second and third floors are locked.  When I reach the fourth, a door finally gives way.

     Stepping inside, I find a curious office, the walls lined with books and a curious stack of televisions on the left.  I suppose I should count myself lucky to find harmless oddities in a magus workshop.  However, the decor is by far the least unusual element present.  Leaning against the edge of a desk in the far right corner is a woman in a kimono and boots.  Even then, her eclectic clothing isn’t what captures my attention.  The fact of the matter is, she’s unbelievably gorgeous, an idealized vision of cultural beauty.

     Realizing my jaw is hanging loose, I screw my eyes shut and shake my head quickly.  Damn me and my weakness for pretty women.  I’ve got a job to do and I can’t afford to be distracted with appearances.

     “Um... excuse me, miss.  I’m looking for Aozaki-san.  Would you happen to be her?”

     Waver told me a description of the woman would be worthless.  Something about her “changing her form like a child growing bored of her toys.”  I suppose magecraft can be a less invasive alternative to plastic surgery.