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Post by Aiden Rhytek on Feb 14, 2010 1:30:56 GMT -5
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Kyoto, Kyoto, Kyoto. Returning to the place where he had been born should have made Aiden feel at home, but instead the Eternal was uneasy. When Aiden left the mortal realms, trading in his frail human existence for what he had believed to be near-godhood, Kyoto had been the capital of Japan. The city had been stone and the surrounding area forest, the rivers running clear and fast. Everything was different now, and Aiden supposed that he should have expected the change. Truth be told, it was stupid of the Eternal to assume that he could leave the world behind for centuries at a time and come back to the same old scenery. Stupid to expect no change in the world at all, when even he had changed so much. He had left Kyoto as Masaki Saotome, the mere aeromancer, and now he was Aiden Rhytek, the Sorcerer of Winds and Sky. Of course the world would change with him. Stupid to expect otherwise.
But awareness of his foolishness didn't help the twinge of pain that Aiden felt as he walked through the streets. All the buildings seemed to be twisted out of metal and contorted to impossible heights and shapes. Nothing was as it should be. Aiden didn't even know what compelled him to return to this city so often. His mother was dead. Any descendants of his sisters or brothers would be nearly impossible to trace, even if he had had the motivation to do so. And coming here made him weak. He was thrust back into his human body, made vulnerable and weak. Anything could kill him here, as long as he went unacknowledged. He could already a certain fae lecturing him: If you have to go to Kyoto, take me with you! I, at least, can use my magic in the human realms without getting someone to verbally agree that I'm an Eternal first! Don't take stupid risks when the payoff isn't worth it! Feh. Well if she cared that much, she should have been around when he was looking for. But she hadn't been at her estates or at the court, so Aiden supposed she was roaming somewhere wild, completely out of reasonable contact. Which meant he was perfectly justified in coming here alone.
Aiden slid off the main street he had been tramping down and into an alleway. Leaning back against the stone wall, he eyed the end of the dark corridor. The path seemed to lead into the back-end of a school, judging from the shrill cries of young girls about homework and assigments. Nothing to do with him. Aiden had gotten the basic amount of schooling from his mother before her death. He could read and write and add, and he didn't need to be able to do anything else. As he stood still for a few moments, Aiden slowly registerd the vibrations of sound from the building behind him. Great. This must have been some offshoot of the school, perhaps an arts building. Resigning himself to another wasted day, Aiden prepared to move off and find a place to slip back to the Endless Realm when the scream rang out. His gaze drew upwards and Aiden swallowed. This couldn't be happening. Not like this. His eight hundred and four years couldn't suddenly cease, clipped like a loose thread, because he'd been bored and homesick and leaned against the wrong wall.
The object that burst from the window three stories above him was large and made of polished wood—an instrument? Aiden's brain struggled to register the information, even as his body panicked. A piano. They hadn't been in Japan during his mortal existence, but obviously they must have gained popularity as items from the West surged in. His mind still rebelled, unable to accept fate. This death was like something out of Tenrou's terrible movies. Aiden, the Eternal, should have had no problem. A good wind could slam the piano away from him, or he could simply lift himself away, alighting on a far away roof top. But he hadn't bothered trying to trick someone into stating that he could work magic. This was supposed to be a brief visit, a trip to take the edge off his boredom. He hadn't even brought along his Valkeyrie Spear, which could have sliced the piano to shards, or carried him to safety—the archaic weapon attracted too much attention in modern times. This was really it. Aiden had lived for centuries, worked impossible magic, and this was his death. As the piano plummeted towards him, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.
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Post by Reverie Fuyuhana on Feb 14, 2010 3:55:20 GMT -5
 Light is electromagnetic radiation, particularly radiation of a wavelength that is visible to the human eye...
The teacher droned on and on, lecturing the class about the specific elements that made up “light”, and where it originated. Of course, the young girl at the back of the classroom by the window had heard it all before. But why wouldn’t she? It was, after all, the essence of her arcanemancy, so such basics would have been taught to her after having received the magic mark that separated normal humans to those with more magical affinity. She didn’t need, for instance, to relearn that the spectrum of light was just caused to differing wavelengths and frequencies of the particles, nor did she have to reacknowledge the fact that the speed of light was around 299,792,458 m/s. Been there, done that. Which was why she had succumbed to daydreaming rather than actually paying attention, her gaze lifted dreamily towards the window where the clear blue sky was ever-present. Aside from the boringness of school, today would be a pretty good day. It didn’t look like it would rain, so she’d already made plans to go to the park later. Now, if only her teacher would stop talking...
RING!
Reverie visibly jumped in her seat as the school bell rang, singing the days finality. Was it true, were the gods finally showing her some mercy? It took all she had to not jump and start dancing in happiness – school was finally out for the weekends. Sometimes her Magus friends would ask her why she even attended school in the mortal world, to which she would eagerly reply: knowledge. In Vildia, all she learned was honing magic, studying it, and perfecting it, and no such modern applications and technologies were taught there. Here, in the human world, akin to learning magic, she would be learning what schools in other realms failed to teach: practical applications. It wasn’t to say that there were never boring days (like today for instance) but most of the time, it was of a subject she particularly enjoyed. As long as it didn’t have to do with light, she was well and dandy. She, after all, found it pointless to relearn something one already had an almost complete arsenal of knowledge about.
Grabbing her cashmere backpack and slinging it over her shoulder, the pink-haired girl was out of the building in rush, even before most of her classmates had left. She inhaled a large gust of air, releasing it with a sigh of content. Ah, now this was the life. Truth be told, she didn’t particularly enjoy being in such a closed room, but humans dealt with it, and so did she. Who was she to complain, when it was from their teachers’ knowledge that she was dependent on? No, the least she could was bear with it, for what mattered the most was the outcome. That is what she’d always told herself ever since she was a young child, after all. In most cases, the ends justified the means.
Reverie decided that she would quickly head to her apartment to grab a change of clothes, as it would not be entirely comfortable going to the park in a plaid skirt and a white blouse that had her school’s logo on it. It would do nothing but attract more attention than she could muster. Yes, and she would also take Sabra along with her to the park as well. Her spirit had been rather cooped up in the apartment lately; Lord knew what she was doing. If it was anything like Reverie suspected, it was that the assassin was most likely setting up booby traps around her room to ward off trespassers. Ah, sometimes she worried about that woman. She shook her head in pity, sighing.
The way home was rather uneventful, but the good thing was, she’d convinced Sabra not to follow (or stalk) her to school today. The girl felt bad for having to drag her spirit into everything, so the least she could do was prevent her from experiencing this extremely boring walk home, as well as getting home alive. Reverie suspected that this would not be too much of a problem; it was still broad daylight, after all, and most other masters would probably not wish to attack in such conditions. The overall conclusion was that she was safe. Generally.
Up ahead her path was an alleyway, one that she would pass everyday on the way to and from school. She’d never taken the initiative to see it through, even with her classmates’ advice that it would be a shortcut to her house. It was entirely unfamiliar; why take risks when there was a more suitable way to get home? Ah, sometimes she didn’t understand her classmates’ laziness. Well, she was lazy too, but not to a point that she’d endanger herself to satisfy that trivial matter. And as usual, she would just pass by the alleyway without sparing a second glance. Or, that was what she thought, until she heard a scream.
A scream meant danger; it meant that something was wrong. Abandoning concern for her own safety, Reverie darted into the alleyway to find the source of mischief. It didn’t take long for her to do so. Just a few meters ahead of her, what seemed to be a piano had somehow gotten loose from its bearings and was now darting towards the earth... and towards a man. Her eyes widened, and a surge of adrenaline was suddenly pumped through her bloodstream. Ravaging her backpack, she found what she needed: two white gloves. No ordinary gloves, of course, as they enhanced her powers quiet greatly.
Clapping her hands together, Reverie focused her mana on the spot, feeling its energy gather in the gloves. A half a second later, she whispered, “Vesica de Lux Lucis (Blades of Light)”. At once, a large, guillotine shaped light emerged from the gloves, and travelled at light speed towards the falling object, slicing it cleanly in half. The pieces fell on the ground with audible bangs. Rushing towards the man, who thankfully was unscathed, Reverie felt rather discomfited. At first, she couldn’t pinpoint why, but it came to her as soon as her eyes made contact with his (it was a he, right?). He was staring right at her. He had most likely seen her magic. Oh god, please no. She would be dead. Without stopping to aid him, she ran the opposite way, where she had come from. All the while she was thinking to herself, “Please don’t let him have seen me, please, please...”
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Post by Aiden Rhytek on Feb 15, 2010 19:32:45 GMT -5
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Even as Aiden was resigning himself to his imminent death, imagining all the nice things that people would say at his funeral (if he got a funeral, he realized with mounting horror. In the mortal realms, no one would recognize him for who he was. His body would just be labeled as just another John Doe, swept into an anonymous grave.) The few who cared about him wouldn't know what had happened. Aiden would simply slip out of their lives, his memory fading a little more each year. And then he'd be gone.
But mere feet from his head, the piano was cleaved down the middle. The two halves fell apart in the air and Aiden could feel the displaced wind from their falling blow back his bangs. Odd, that his own domain could send such a thrill of fear down his spine. Swiveling around, he caught sight of his erst-while savior. A petite girl, with masses of curling bright-pink hair that couldn't be natural. She stood still for a moment. She was wearing strange white gloves that covered her up to her elbows—what she had channeled her magic through, Aiden assumed. The girl began to move towards him before a look of horror crossed her face and she turned on her heel, sprinting back the way she had came. Aiden looked over his shoulder. It would be just his look to have some kind of monster or gun toting human show up now.
There was no one behind the Eternal though. Watching the girl's fleeing back, the answer finally hit him. Magic. She must have been worried that he was a regular human. Well, he owed her for saving his life, and besides if he caught her, maybe she'd be interesting. Taking after her, Aiden pushed his way through the crowded area he'd burst into. Thank god for the girl's bright shock of hair—that was all that let Aiden keep an eye on her, seeing as her uniform melded with the flood of other school girls swarming the area. Panting, he wondered how much longer this was going to take. He hated physical exertion, and hadn't had a good run like this in a few decades. Maybe he should get in shape. His build was slender and not really built for endurance, but he could fix that, right?
Just as he drew within a few feet of the girl, something gripped Aiden's wrist, sending the Eternal spiraling to a halt. Choking down a curse, he looked at his captor: a tall, burly teenage boy, who leered at him. “Hey, a lady shouldn't run, y'know? You want me to walk you home?” Lady? Lady? You had to be kidding him. Aiden hadn't lived this long to be hit on by confused children. “You idiot,” he growled, yanking his wrist out of the boy's grasp. “I'm a man, and older than you. Now sod off.” The boy flushed and a few girls off to the side giggled. The teenager's eyes narrowed, his mouth twisting into a grimace and Aiden sank internally. Worst day ever.
“You thought you could trick me, or something? Think this was a joke? I hate people like you.” The boy spit to the side and put up his fists. Aiden didn't have time for this. No time at all. He shot a glance to the side: the girl was still within earshot. He darted off, ignoring the teenage boy who let out a roar of protest and shot after him. If he could just catch up to the girl and have her acknowledge him, this little problem could be taken care of...
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Post by Reverie Fuyuhana on Feb 15, 2010 22:11:30 GMT -5
‘WhatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdo...’ Thoughts of panic swirled in the young girl’s mind, a storm of doubts, some of which were incomprehensible. What just happened back there? Why had she done that? No... the answer was simple. She had done it because that was what her reflex was. It was her first reaction to seeing someone in danger. Sure, if it had been in another situation where she was just a tad closer to him, she would have pushed him out of the way, but in that split second of reaction time, using magic was what came to her mind first. Any doubts she would have had, any hesitation would have certainly led to the man’s death. Truly, it was not the fact that she had saved him that was nagging at her: it was the way she had gone about doing it.
What did she have going for her now? The Council of Magi had strictly prohibited their kind from showing magic to non-magical mortals, seeing as how it would clash with their teachings, not to mention the possible chaos that would ensure when they realized that such “freaks” were living among them. It would not be long before the world would be torn between those of a magical heritage and those without, thus leading to the world’s inevitable chaos. Yes, it sounded a little farfetched thinking about it, but it would happen. But the problem here was, what was to be her punishment for breaking the rules? Would she have to give up her summoner status? Her magic? Or did it mean simply death? She gulped inwardly – none of those options sounded very pleasant. She couldn’t think about it now, she was too panicked to come up with a logical solution. She’d think about it when she was safely hidden in the confines of her apartment, where no one would be able to see her have her little panic attack.
Speaking of being spotted... Reverie turned back for a second, eyes widening as she realized that the man was following her. But why? What did he want with her? He didn’t have any business with her, unless it was to accuse her of magic, which she would have to vehemently deny. She panted, getting tired. Ah, this was not good. From the looks of things, he would catch up to her quite easily. But she was taken with surprise when she realized he was slowing down himself. Well, that was good. She had enough stamina left for a few quick bursts, and if she could just make it around the corner a few feet in front of her, she could lose him in the alleyways. Not daring another glance back, the young girl leapt forward with a dash of speed that she didn’t know she possessed. Within a few seconds, she had turned left and was surrounded by darker alleyways similar to those one would find in Italy, or Venice, to be exact.
It was here that she took a temporary home in the human world. These alleyways formed a sort of intricate maze, but seeing as how she took residence here, Reverie was quite familiar with them. She could wander around them for ages, and still end up back home. It was here that she hoped she would lose track of whoever was following her, the blue-haired male. But the problem was, was he following her?
Indeed, he was, and he seemed to have been trailed by yet another guy – a teenager. An eyebrow rose in disbelief. What was he doing? If the situation wasn’t serious, Reverie would be laughing out loud right now, picturing some comedic chasing scene like she’d seen in cartoons, like those of Sylvester and Tweety. Ah, geez. But oddly enough, there was something wrong with this picture. The male behind the blue-haired man seemed rather off, rather upset about something. Wonderful, Reverie thought with a groan, rolling her eyes. She’d just saved him from certain death, and now he’d gone and gotten into trouble again? What was wrong with him? Ah, but there wasn’t time to worry about it now. Dashing straight, she made sure that the man had a glimpse of her before turning a corner, and around again. It looked like she was going to have to save him, again. Luckily, it would be much easier this time.
‘Sabra. Come.’ Yes, her spirit. Reverie was close enough to her apartment that Sabra had sensed her, and she was beside her in an instant. Reverie continued to run around the corner, and around again, ending up behind the man, if he went straight. As predicted, he passed by. Just a few seconds later, his chaser followed soon after, but before he could pass, the girl whispered, ‘Sabra, take him out. Ah, I mean, don’t kill him, but knock him out. Be careful, ok?’ The assassin nodded, and in a second, the man had been knocked unconscious, sagging to the ground with barely a sound. At once, Sabra had reverted to spirit mode, and Reverie returned to running. If she hadn’t been trying to hide from the blue-haired male, she would be making fun of him right now, and his bad luck.
Turning on her heel, Reverie ran forward, but something caught her foot. She went flying forward, straight towards some metallic cans that happened to be lying around. Clangs resounded, amplified by the close space. She struggled to get up, but the fall had taken out more than her breath. Ah, so much for being sneaky...
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Post by Aiden Rhytek on Feb 17, 2010 23:53:56 GMT -5
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Was this girl a native or something? She dashed through the streets with ease, barely looking around her. Well to be fair, Aiden was actually a native of Kyoto, but the place had changed! If they'd been outside of the city, in the forests, she wouldn't have had a chance, but this wasn't a fair match at all. And as if his trouble keeping up with the girl wasn't enough, there was still that bloody idiot tailing him. What is his problem, Aiden thought wearily. If anyone should be mad, it should be me, not him—he thought I was a girl! But the brat didn't seem to be giving up, and now that girl was turning down an alleyway. The world hated him.
Nearly twisting this ankle as he switched directions to follow after her, Aiden groaned at the sight of the sprawling alleyways that opened up before him. The girl was like a scared rabbit, darting beyond his vision and leaving just an after image of pink impressions. Aiden made his way through the maze, though he suspected he was just chasing ghosts—he hadn't seen her in front of him in sometime, and the only sounds were his own footfalls and the heavy pants of his er, new friend. Why the boy was still chasing him was beyond logical thought now, so Aiden put it out of his mind. Maybe he could lose the kid in this warren, however.
But when he looked back over his shoulder, the guy was gone. Aiden slowed and turned around, jogging back the way he had come. He'd barely gone three feet and turned a corner when he tripped over an unconscious body—the body that had been running after him just a few seconds ago. Had the teenager been attacked by someone else? That would be troublesome, Aiden thought. I can't even defend myself. Or had it been the girl? If so, she was probably still near by. As if on cue, the sounds of a resounding crash reached his ears. Aiden smirked and started running towards the noise. Oh, he was definitely caught in one of Tenrou's bad movies for sure.
The girl was sprawled on the ground, in a heap of cans and debris. The sight warmed Aiden's heart slightly—at least he wasn't the only one having a bad day—but he extended his hand towards her, meaning to pull her up.
“Hey, you shouldn't have run off like that after saving me,” Aiden said. “I didn't even get a chance to thank you.” He tilted his head to the side, blue ponytail slipping over his shoulder. “I mean it's not everyday that you get the chance to run into someone with as much life experience than me. And you helped me out, on top of it. I guess I owe you one. What kind of magic was it that you used? Looked like blades of light, so I'm leaning towards either divine class magic, or maybe arcane. Never bothered myself with those too much though.” The Eternal fell silent for a moment. I'm certainly talking a lot, he reflected with some amusement. Must be the adrenaline. “Certainly not aeromancy, because I would have known.”
He really was prattling on. The mortal realm just makes me nostalgic, Aiden decided, and that makes me talk a lot more. Lucky girl. “But either way, that was nice magic. You think everyone's got magic? I always wondered how different magus really were from the regular humans.” His mother, coughing. The villagers who had hated him and then revered him. The salt taste of dirt over a grave. “I'm sure everyone has some kind of magic. Even me. What do you think?”
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Post by Reverie Fuyuhana on Feb 19, 2010 14:09:13 GMT -5
The good thing that had happened so far was that Sabra had decided to be merciful and actually spare the teenager’s life instead of ending him right then and there, like she normally would have. At least there was a silver lining to everything, after all, because all that had happened so far contained nothing less than a stroke of bad luck. The girl didn’t regret her actions, of course, because saving someone’s life was worth more than having him die, knowing she could have done something, living with the regret all her life, and being safe from the Council of Magi. Still, these “governmental figures” proved the largest block of them all, the biggest thing that had her cowering in fear. Really, she couldn’t live her life on the run. Maybe if she could capture the man she had just saved, maybe they could somehow erase his memories, and she could live to see another day. Or maybe… she was just being a coward. Maybe she should hold her head high when they executed her for her sins, and let her executioners know that what she did was the right thing, no matter how “wrong” it was under the eyes of justice. The thought had her knees shaking uncontrollably – brave, she was definitely not.
Reverie heard a groan from behind her as Sabra finished her job quickly and with the stealth she should have very well been known for in her lifetime. What her spirit had done, she dared not ask, because really, did she want to know? She resisted the temptation to turn back and make sure the man was alright and well, except for the unconscious part, but footsteps toward the unconscious person’s direction reminded her that she was still running, hoping to get to some hiding place and rationally plan out her schemes from there. Yes, she had a sound plan in mind, but it was too bad that the alleyways and cans hadn’t agreed with her.
Of course her foot had tripped on something. It was always just that. Before she had time to comprehend what had happened, Reverie fell face first, audible and not-at-all quiet noise of the cans clattering around here. She held her breath, hoping that the man hadn’t noticed or heard the noise, to which her hopes were dashed. He came quickly and easily around the corner, and her own eyes widened, expecting either anger or judgment from the mortal. However, the words that left his mouth were neither of the above, not what she’d been expecting at all. Instead, they turned out to be rather soft and encouraging, as though talking to a frail child. It took her a solid second to reply.
“O-oh.. It’s no… problem?” That was all she could say. As she processed his words, her surprise escalated to another level. He knew about magic? Or was he just making this all up? No, if it was just anyone, they couldn’t be this accurate with their information. She only realized that he had been asking a question, and she numbly nodded back. “A-ah, Arcane… Yes… it’s light.” She wondered vaguely if it was wise to entrust a stranger with this information, but he seemed to know his stuff, and he didn’t seem like he was about to rat her out. She began to feel herself slowly relax, but not completely. Maybe it was just Sabra rubbing off on her, but there was still something rather “off” about him.
Why wasn’t he like the other Magus she met? He didn’t feel like one, and there didn’t seem to be any magic flowing out from him. Maybe there was a hint of it, but just a tiny section of it, as though it was buried deep under something, being smothered by something heavy. His next words raised her suspicions of him being something else entirely, other than being a Magus. It wasn’t like her to be on the edge like this, but it was probably still from the shock of being found out and punished by the Council. His words “how different magus really were from the regular humans” confirmed that he wasn’t one of them, but wasn’t a human, either. Frozen for a bit, she contemplated her next actions. She wasn’t sure at the moment, but she knew this was not a safe place to talk. Quietly, she said, “Sorry about this, but bear with me.” Ignoring his hand, she held out her right hand, pointing her index finger and middle finger at him, and flicking it, muttered, “Prison Rods of Light…” Two curve blades shot from her fingers, one wrapping itself around his upper torso, around his arms and pinning them to his sides. The other snapped his legs together, and she watched as he struggled for his balance. “Sorry, sorry! Just give me a moment.”
Reverie summoned Sabra to her side once, gesturing for her to carry the man up to her apartment, to which she obliged rather grudgingly. ‘I’ll meet you up there.’ Her spirit nodded, and jumped upwards towards a window, the man in her arms. Reverie hoped she wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, though. She ran towards the nearest door, bolting up the stairs and went to her room. There, Sabra was leaning on a corner, eyeing the man with some dislike. At her entry, the spirit reverted back to spirit mode, but the summoner was sure she was still around in case anything went awry.
Reverie summoned a breath and snapped her fingers, and at once, the rods disappeared. She smiled, nervous of what the man might thing of her now. “U-um… I’m sorry about that. I just had to get out of the public eye. Please forgive me.” She bowed her head in respect. “You just surprised me with what you said, and chasing me around. I hope you can forgive me… I just didn’t expect a human to know so much… But you’re not human, are you?” Reverie eyed him curiously, no negative vibes coming from her. She was just truly curious.
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Post by Aiden Rhytek on Feb 22, 2010 22:06:46 GMT -5
---i know more of the stars and sea,A N D THEN I DO OF WHAT'S IN YOUR HEAD ?!-------------------------------------------------- [/size] If anyone was still alive from Aiden's childhood, they would have said that the boy called “Masaki” had a ferocious temper. He had needed one, as a kid. His blue hair, his gold eyes—those features hadn't belonged in the Kamakura period of Japan. Hell, he still didn't fit in the mortal world, even today. But that wasn't the point. The point was, as a kid, he had been ferocious. Bullied, mocked, even borderline despised—he had learned to deal with everything. He had never been very good with his fists, but that was why he had turned to aeromancy. The wind was something that could carry him away, take him up to the blue skies his mother had dreamed of while she hacked away her life. But enough fond memories of the past, time to get to the heart of the matter:
If the girl hadn't saved his life—not that she really had saved him, in paticular, just helped him out of a tricky situation, because Aiden never needed saving, he was the one who did the saving—Aiden would have been rather angry. Reflecting back on the past several minutes, he wondered exactly when his life had become such a joke. He was an Eternal. The most powerful beings in an existence, the near-gods of the magus. This was just cruel.
At first, when he'd finally encountered the girl, things seemed to be going well. Once he'd revealed that he knew about magic, his little pink-haired savior had seemed to relax. She even calmed down enough to admit that her magic was of the arcane branch, the manipulation of light. But barely had this brief moment of respite come before she was apologizing to Aiden and wrapping him up in afore-mentioned light magic. As if that weren't enough, he was man-handled up the side of a building by the girl's accomplice. And he noted with some frustration that the girl herself dashed about to the front, out of the alleyway—presumably to walk up the stairs, like a civilized person. Obviously out of the question to just invite him up, Aiden snorted internally, as he was hauled up through a window and into the apartment. But the truly interesting action occurred after the black-haired woman dumped him on the floor. When the pink-haired one came in, the woman who had taken him in faded from his vision. Invisible. How interesting. Aiden hadn't been very involved in the last Holy Grail War (they were fascinating but very messy), so it was odd he would be dragged (in quite a literal sense, much to his chagrin) into this one.
He half-listened to the girl's excuses. Blah, blah forgive me, I'm so sorry. What, did she just expect to shanghai him into her clutches and then think all would be okay as long as she batted her eyelashes and looked cute? Pah. Aiden was nice, but he wasn't a sentimental sap. Hauling himself to his feet, he rubbed at this wrists. The light chains hadn't actually left any mark, but he liked reminding himself that he was free. Especially when he was this powerless. I've really got to stop coming to the mortal world so often, Aiden thought ruefully. Or at least it would be smarter to bring someone with me, someone to acknowledge me or with magic of their own. No use in wishing now, however.
“No, I'm not human,” Aiden said. “But I am thirsty.” Scanning the room, his eyes alit on a rather spongy looking chair. Perfect. Flopping down, he propped his elbow on the chairarm and adopted a look of bored indolence. “And after what I put up with to chase you and survive your questionable introduction methods, I think you at least owe me a glass of water. Or green tea, if you've got some. And tell your Spirit to quit glaring at me.” That last one was just a guess, but most of the Heroic Spirits Aiden had encountered slanted heavily towards grumpiness.
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