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| Garion | 05/01/2011 - 12:40 am Post #1 |
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That Guy
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It was midnight, the witching hour, the time when the barriers between the realms of the spirits and the realm of Man were thinner and Man could interact with God. During this time most people in Shinichi city would be asleep at peace with the knowledge of their supposed safety and content to let the gentle darkness of the night hold sway over the world till the hour of their waking. Yet if one were to look out over the countryside outside of the outskirts of the city and all the comfort of human civilization one would notice a pervasive sinister feeling in the air as if the world itself was being defiled like the open air under a rotting corpse. The Moon which used to hang so peacefully in the air now seemed to stare balefully at those who traveled under its gaze, willing terror and misfortune with the anger of a forsaken god. At once if one were to travel even farther away from the city this feeling of doom and gloom would grow ever stronger until when one had reached a small clearing near the edge of the forested land leading up to the mountains they would be able to spot the source of the baleful feelings. In the small clearing what appeared to be an old crone stood hunched over a surprisingly delicately drawn magical circle. Within the greater outer circle were three smaller inner circles with various strange symbols and marking that seemed to writhe and grasp and nothing within their containment as if they were some kind of worm or maggot burrowing into a corpse. The woman herself was a old wrinkled woman with dirty and matted grey hair wearing an equally dirty shift of a dress. She wielded a long curved knife like a professional and swiftly and lovingly carved the magical symbols into the giving each symbol her utmost concentration as if each piece was her life's work. After a few minutes more of carving the strange and evil symbols into the ground, the old woman finally stood up and sighed as she pressed her hands onto her back and leaned backwards eliciting a loud cracking sound from her spine and a contented sigh from the woman herself. “I’m getting too old for this.” The woman muttered, “It figures that those Goddards would make me travel all the way here without even having the decency to pay my way.” She looked back over to her belongings which she had left off over to the side. “I suppose though it doesn’t matter” the woman said as she picked up an object from the pile of her belongings. “It won’t be much longer now.” The woman moved away from her pile of knickknacks with a cloth bundle in hand and slowly began to unwrap her prize as she made her way over to the circle. By the time she had made it to the circle she had unwrapped her prize and revealed an old and rusted spearhead; one that had been battered beyond belief in its long life. After examining the spearhead for a few minutes the old witch nodded to herself and tossed it into the middle of the circle. As she did she began to chant softly to herself as she invoked the power of her magic circuits. “Ye first, O silver, O iron O stone of the foundation, O Archduke of the Contract Hear me in the name of our great teacher, the Archmagus Schweinorg Let the descending winds be as a wall Let the gates in all directions be shut, rising above the crown, and let the three-forked roads to the Kingdom revolve. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Five perfections for each repetition. And now, let the filled sigils be annihilated in my stead! Set. Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate rest in thy blade. If thou submittest to the call of the Holy Grail and if thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond. I make my oath here. I am that person who is to become the virtue of all Heavens. I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades. Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words, come past thy restraining rings, and be thou the hands that protect the balance-!” As she spoke these last words a great light shined forth from the circle and the earth around her began to rumble and shake as a miniature earthquake took place within the clearing, knocking the old woman to the ground and uprooting a few trees in the process. When the shaking had finally settled down the old woman look up at the circle with a look of anticipation. There in the circle was a tall, older man of Chinese descent with grey hair and weather beaten looks wearing a dark brown tangzhuang with black lining, ties, and buttons along with a pair of pants of the same color and a pair of dress shoes of a lighter more normal brown color. Over this the man is wearing a long black coat that has thick white fur over the collar that continues down to almost to his waist. He stood there wearing the jacket without putting his arms in the sleeves almost like it was a cape. For a moment there was a silence in the clearing before the man strode forwards to the woman and helped her to stand without a word. After he finished this the man took a few steps back from the woman and bowed formally to her all the while keeping her within his sight. “Servant Lancer Li Shuwen. Answering your summons I have come forth so I ask of you, are you my master?” Once again there was silence for a moment until the old woman’s dry, dirty, and wrinkled face split into a parody of a grin. “Yes my dear servant. Yes I am.” The old woman gave him a cursory look before commenting. “You know you are not quite what I was expecting.” The servant laughed before giving her the same cursory look, “and you were not exactly what I had in mind for an ideal master either Master.” The old woman stared at him for a moment before turning away and fishing out a cell phone from her pocket. “It matters not. We will win the war of that I have no doubt. All I need to do now is contact my allies.” Walking a few feet away from her servant the old woman called the only number that was saved to the phone’s memory and began talking as soon as the person on the other like picked up. “Ken Goddard? This is Nase Momoko. Everything is set on my side, is there anywhere we can meet?” |
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