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A dim lit room of what used to be empty space. An open fireplace where the smoke went up into a non existent chimney. In a Chesterfield chair a man in black spun the blue glowing cube on the tip of his finger. This ‘triplicata’ multi-tool of this universe.

To him, merely a wallet and phone in one. A cubic shaped glass in his other hand, the scotch that filled half the glass resting on the oak table in front of him. Swirling, the ice cubes clinks playfully.

The man in pitch black shades sighed. Capturing the cube in his hand and look at the back of it. “So with these I could speed things up expediently, huh?” 

The bright, sky clear blue eyes beneath those impenetrable shades eyed his mark, it was not much different from an ear tag on a cow in a farm. He swept the scotch, ah the burning sensation in his throat. Reminded him he was still alive, despite where he now is.

You see, Johnny is a man of action. Sitting around waiting for others to do something about the world was just not his style. Jumping up from his comfortable leather chair he snapped with his fingers at the empty space near the short end of the rectangular table. The opposite side of the crackling fire

“It’s shooowtime!” 

The command seals on his right backhand started to glow.

“Servant of mine, I command you to appear in front of me!” 

He felt a burn, as a part of his red glowing tattoo faded away into a diminished stain. If these seals were as omnipotent as promised in the broschyr, if being able to make a servant teleport to their master no matter, this was a hundred times easier than playing cat and mouse trying to find a needle in a haystack with “vibes” to go with as compass.

jeanne alter just complains at him LOUDER.

@vengier

She told herself that she couldn’t walk everywhere while invisible. Well, she could, but she shouldn’t, not if she wanted to know this place. And what point was there in trying to save something you didn’t know, understand or appreciate? So today, she was entirely visible, all fourteen feet of her. 

“Excuse me, I was wondering; do you know this area of the city? I’m looking for something to do and you looked like you were familiar.”

She hadn’t noticed it at first, but there was something almost captivating about the woman. Or perhaps she had noticed it and that’s exactly why she’d picked her out. She was certainly beautiful, and perhaps a little intimidating, now she was close. Realising she’d probably looked on in silence for too long, she cleared her thought.

“I’m not gonna lie. You look like you should be on the other side of the bar from me giving me cougar eyes or something.”

Biting, gnawing, gnashing. If there was any way to describe the influence of the abyss then it was corrosion. An ever present sensation of being eaten away on a spiritual level. Midir hated the abyss, built and raised to be an enemy of the dark. Even the idea of its existence inspired anger, and the corruption of the dark within themselves only incited its own mounting rage; a vicious circle of failure. 

Midir had been tainted so long they had almost forgotten what it felt like before, yet this was more real than any memory. While it was impossible to describe it as serene, this woman’s presence alone inspired a still sort of calmness that was impossible to ignore. So they followed her. 

That was until she turned abruptly on them, anything but a kind look on her face. Midir took half a step back. Not in fear, only realising they had nothing prepared. 

“You. You’re different.”

No, there was... Mana? But not a Master... Even still, this woman’s servant status was of little interest. How were they to word this, it was peculiar. 

@vengier

why did he have to do the grocery shopping, his master could make portals, couldn’t she have just gone through one instead of sending him.  He had stuff he’d rather be doing, getting groceries was was no fun.

well he probably had to bring something back, unless something interesting happened in the mean time.  hence why he’d taken to the roof tops instead of walking on the ground.  easier to see the goings on of the city and potentially get himself involved in them.

he was just about at the store when looking down he saw, and felt something interesting

another servant, and one that seemed a bit different than the others.

immediately he lept down, aiming to land directly in front of her

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After Johnny’s triplicata had suddenly acted on its own, both he and his servant were found themselves in green, bright plains. The two hotties dressed in all black were presented by a village burning in front of them, the screams of the weak who cannot defend themselves and the clangs of steel clashing against steel.

The streets were in chaos, amidst the fire and bloodied corpses of knights and peasants alike. Johnny rested his right palm against the hilt of his sword underneath his jacket.

“Soooo, this is the kinda stuff we were assigned for, huh?”

Usually when she came home, it was to silence and loneliness. What she was greeted with this time however, was something unusual to her fare; another person. Arms crossed over his chest, resting against the wall was her fellow Alter “comrade”. A slight frown was on his face, but it didn’t seem to be tied to her for any particular reason.

“There you are. Done stirring up trouble for the night?”

His tone was light, despite the accusation. If anything, the bittersweet departure he had from their last meeting seemed to have passed from his thoughts. Then again, being utterly destroyed by a godlike monster would do that to a man. It also gave him a little bit of clarity. Motioning with his head to one of the few chairs in the room, Seated on it was a bag, containing what seemed to be...clothes?

“Got you something. Might help you blend in a little more.”