| "Yue Feng," Feng replied as he took Alinda's hand and shook it. "The pleasure's all mine." When Rhea announced that she would like them to follow her, Feng nodded and followed. "Ms. Einzbern seems to be gathering a series of unlikely allies." Yue Fei commented. Unlikely, but skilled. Feng thought back. |
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| This man bears an interesting scent. Like Blood. This thought ran through Alinda's mind as he shook Yue Feng's hand. The man had a strong grip, and his handshake was firm. Alinda liked that. A handshake could tell alot about a person's character. More than most would think. Confident. Hardworking. Traits that Alinda admired. The greeting lasted only a few seconds, but Alinda was able to form a good impression of Yue Feng. "I'll have my things delivered later today" he replied to Rheasviel. "Now, lets get this tour underway. I would love to see the library" |
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| "I'll save that as a last destination~" Rheasviel sing-sung, beckoning the two to follow her. Mordred astralized and made himself unseen. The white-haired homunculus magi lead them up the staircase and to the second story; she shown them around to the quarters they were given (individual bedrooms with king-sized beds and separate bathrooms with clawfoot porcelain tubs and shower cabins), pointed out that her room was in-between theirs (she didn't exactly let them in, but did tell them they are welcome to bother her at any hour shall the need arise), and shown them around the attic. The rest of the floor was comprised of empty bedrooms and the maids' room. The first floor held a large lab (which, Rhea said, belonged to her; but they were welcome to use it as long as they knew what they were doing and there were no explosions), the kitchens and the storage rooms; the living room and a private study/office was also here. Then, she lead them underground. On a space that took up the whole of the mansionette's grounds, a library stretched. Tall and wide, its' walls were covered with books for as long as you could see; shelves upon shelves of study and recreation material, ranging from classics to textbooks that changed the world. "Like what you see?" |
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| Meanwhile, Morgana stopped running. "Vasn't....hmm..." She thought aloud. She was definitely, certainly, absolutely lost. She thought she was headed for the living room but apparently she wasn't. She wasn't afraid though; this was just a golden opportunity to explore. "I'll find it eventually." She reassures herself as she keeps walking. |
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| "Yes, very much so," Feng replied to Rhea. "I have to say that I'm impressed, especially with your extensive library. I don't see any problem with staying here at all." "These accommodations are indeed very hospitable and highly defensible, the drink is good, and I assume the food is the same- I find it hard to fault," Yue Fei commented to Feng in his astral form. I could definitely use the materials in the lab to make poisons, though I'd rather do that in the privacy of my room than in the lab. Feng thought to himself. |
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| "Fantastinen" Alinda said aloud, slipping back into Finnish as he stared wide eyed at the sheer number of books that adorned the walls. There were thousands of them, lined neatly across the numerous shelves spread across the room. A thin layer of dust covered the majority of them. Alinda has lived for a long time, and as such had read a lot of books in his time. Even so, seeing the sight of this literature was still a joy. It didn't matter to him whether he had read them or not. Alinda knew he would be spending a lot of time in this room. "You have a wonderful library, Miss Rhea" |
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| Rheasviel smiled, a light blush dusting her cheeks. "Thank you," she said in a small voice. She was quite proud of the assortment of the books that occupied this small refugee from the world outside; well, although small is not exactly a correct term in the given case, seeing how huge the storage space was. "Feel free to read as much as you like, Alinda, Feng," she added, a cheery note in her voice. She leaned against a wall, seeming much too young in her new, marigold-yellow dress and white ballerina flats; a cheerful color that didn't quite match the weariness her eyes betrayed sometimes. She sighed minimally, before perking up again after a moment - she couldn't be weak when she had to lead an army in a war. Not in front of her enemies, and especially not in front of her allies. "Shall I have dinner served here?" she asked bemusedly, noting the borderline childlike joy on Alinda's features. Meanwhile, Mircea chased after his master, making superhuman efforts to not get any more lost than her and lose her from his sight. With a groan, he caught her wrist and gently, firmly held onto it. "Master! Sweet Heavens! Just how bad is your sense of direction, really?" he chided, fixing his glasses with an upwards push. He glanced around. They seemed to be in a dark, dry place; he could faintly sniff the aroma of raisins and cooking ingredients nearby. So, near the kitchens - but where were these? |
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| Morgana actually yips in surprise. "Pretty damn bad, apparently." She laughs nervously. "If I could just navigate every hall just once I vouldn't get lost..." She silently thinks to herself. "Very well then. You lead the vay." |
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| "I have no problems eating down here, if that's what you'd like," Feng said. He wasn't really in a hurry to be anywhere and if it was what his host wanted, he didn't mind- though he did wonder why she would choose to eat down here of all places. "Could it be that Ms. Rhea is tired?" Yue Fei asked Feng, picking up on the Einzbern woman's body language. That could be... It would explain why she leaned against the wall for a bit and why she's choosing to eat down here. The fatigue makes sense as well being that she's almost without a doubt an Einzbern homunculus, I've heard reports that they don't tend to live very long- at least in comparison to normal humans. "An artificial human... Magic is truly something to be respected..." Definitely. And it brought you back to life. |
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| "Me neither" Alinda replied, not really paying much attention to the question. He was running a figure across one of the shelves, smiling as he did so. There was so many old and rare volumes here. It truly was a wonderful thing. Being a Dead Apostle, Alinda himself didn't really require food. He could sustain himself quite easily by feeding off others, though he had no particular love of what resulted. Still, it was a pastime he enjoyed from time to time. Besides, having dinner would give Miss Rhea a chance to rest. He hadn't missed the signs. Despite acting tough, her body was fragile, and it would only get more so as the war went on. Having been hired to aid her, it was his duty to make sure she survived and didn't exhaust herself. |
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| Rheasviel said nothing in response. She was, truthfully, worn and frayed. It wasn't mana exhaustion, no; her mana was nearly full, even if Mordred took copious amounts of it on every passing second. It was rather the strain her circuits put on her physical body. That, and the stress eating away at her psyche. She bit her thumb lightly, enough to draw blood - and she drew a couple of small runes contained within a circle on the wall, pressing her index and middle fingers upon it once done. It lit up and disappeared; a minute later, the footsteps of someone with little weight could be heard faintly. A maid had come to honor any wish the Einzbern Mistress might have had. "Dinner," Rhea said absently, descending the last stairs and entering the library's space so as to settle in one of the cushioned armchairs surrounding a round table. Blinking half-hazily, she added: "Large portions for me. And do find my ladyguest, Leila." "Rightaway, Mistress." Once the maid left, Rhea allowed herself a small sigh. Meanwhile, Mircea begun to lead Morgana. Albeit about as lost as her, his senses were far better. After a few turns and a walk in a circle, he finally found the kitchens. He scratched his head, not sure what to do; soon, however, a maid found them. She politely informed she has orders to lead them to Lady Einzbern. Gratefully, the man accepted, a hand locked firmly in place around his master's wrist. Soon, they were brought into the library. |
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| Feng wandered to the nearest shelf and looked at the selection of books. He was more impressed with the fact that all the books were in the proper order than the actual selection- though it seemed like no one had touched them in a long while based off the thin layer of dust that lay on top of them. When he finished briefly looking at the selection of books on that shelf, Feng turned towards the others. "So, if you all don't mind, I'd like to discuss our short-term strategy for this war and share whatever information we are able to disclose while or after we eat as we'll all be assembled in one place," he said, always one to quickly get down to business. "High-value targets, offensive versus defensive tactics, reconnaissance, spying- things like that. A force that is prepared and unified will be a force to be reckoned with." |
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| Morgana winces as her servants grip got a little too tight for her comfort, but she said nothing and was instead thankful for his concern. Then a maid showed up and led them down more halls. Eventually they were led to a library. A nice collection certainly, but Morgana swelled with pride as she remembered the size of her own library back in the fatherland. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a familiar book, the one she herself wrote, before reuniting with everyone. "It seems we have yet anozer guest." She observes aloud. |
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| "Indeed, it seems we do" comments Alinda, turning on the heel of his foot. He faces the newcomer to the library, a book clutched in one hand. Romance of the Three Kingdoms, a personal favourite. Dispite being not a pectuliar person, he had always had an interest in conflict, and he found the Three Kingdom Era fascinating. Even though the book was counted as fiction for the most part, it gave a good description of the people and the battles they were involved with. "And who might this be?" He asked. The woman was undoubtedly another person hired by the Einzberns. Then suddenly, it came to him. This was the person he had passed in the hallway. The one that was rushing about. A smile formed on Alinda's mouth as he remembered the scene. |
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| "Ah~ That would be Lady Morgana Blake - my ally in this war, much like you two," Rheasviel was gracious to reply, smiling softly. Her usually acute vision seemed bleary, but she didn't let this be seen. It was all just the tax of being the Lesser Grail - nothing Alchemy can't fix. For now. "Please, Morgie, have a seat," the Einzbern Homunculus urged with an enthusiastic wave. Then, her features darkened, her voice taking on a deeper, more serious tone. "As for the strategy, I propose to divide tasks among ourselves. In order to do that, however, I must know of the full extent of your abilities. I can't have battle-oriented Servants do dirty work, can I?" she mused aloud, smiling slightly without any joy. Her eyes seemed lifeless. She continued: "I and my own Servant are to be the last bastion in either case. I cannot exactly risk myself, seeing as I am the catalyst for the Grail; not to mention that Berserker is not exactly suited for espionage. As such, depending on your respective abilities, one of you is to do that particular kind of dirty work before I reckon we'll get a perfectly suited addition;" at this, she smiled eerily, a secretive flutter of rose lips. It didn't last long, however, and she went on. "I believe you'd be somewhat better suited, Feng, given that Alinda...stands out a bit too much for him to qualify. So, you will be doing recon and eventual spying, as well as go out with me when traps might need setting. Alinda and Morgana will alternate between offensive and defensive, since I have a slight suspicion they can switch when needed; we'll see. As for a high-value target, it is Maria Townsend. She is to not be taken lightly. I also know there are a rogue magus and at least one Church Agent in town - the latter needs to be terminated as quickly as possible. The Church is...terribly upsetting." She gave a sinister smirk to her audience. A maid came in with a food cart on which various silver platters rested, covered by cupolas; a bucket of wine and a bottle of a commercial beverage (Pepsi) were on there, as well. Mircea had sat next to his Master. He looked at Lady Einzbern with well-masked surprised. He hadn't assumed she could be quite so...dark. |
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| "It seems as though you have a firm grasp of my abilities, Rhea," Feng replied as the food and drink was placed before him. "I have no problem with doing some dirty work. Additionally, I have Archer as my Servant and he can double as an extra set of eyes with his Independent Action class skill." Feng took a sip of his wine before continuing. "For this Church Agent, under normal conditions, I should have no problem with talking him out by myself but, because he's in this Grail War, I'm going to assume that he's a Master and, in which case, poses a problem. I'll focus on tracking him down first but if he goes and hides in his little Church for the extent of the Grail War, taking him out inside could pose major repercussions. "As for Maria Townsend, I think it would be okay if she were left alone for the time being since she seems to be a part of a third party in this war but, she's definitely too dangerous to be completely ignored. Though, I somehow think that you also have a plan in store for her, Rhea." |
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| The Einzbern woman smiled sheepishly. "Am I that obvious?" she asked softly, not hesitating to dive in into her steak as it was placed before her. She ate with all the manners that were to be expected of a noble and then some; washing down the latest bite with a long sip of wine, she seemed to have a little more color and vivacity. "Indeed, I do have a plan regarding that blond. The profile the investigators hired by my family have provided regarding her psychological state seem to have a few flaws; she isn't an aloof prodigy as much as she is a conceited brat," she commented with a sniff. "I'll see to it that she gets what she deserves, as painless as possible, personally." She continued to take small bites of her food. Her body craved the nutrients. "As for me having a firm grasp on your abilities, that is perfectly correct. I have to admit that before making proposals, Acht first made sure you are worth our time - I have memorized extensive and very complete reports on you both; your Servants, however, as well as the full abilities of my other opponents, are unknown to me," she clarified on a soft tone. "What about defense?" Mircea suddenly chimed in, breaking his quiet state. "This place is not properly guarded; not completely, is it? And it's not only the defense of our base of operations that concerns me," the king said softly. He spoke politely, and blinked owlishly, seeming almost timid. Rheasviel laughed. "That would be correct, sir. I haven't had the time to set up proper barriers. I might need help with them, anyway;" she replied, and stopped for a breather before having some wine again. "What are your other suggestions?" "First and foremost, that no one goes out alone. Backup is recommended, as is work in pairings," Mircea responded, rising the index of his right finger and wiggling it around. "That way, one can defend and one can attack; it would be best if the teammates were capable of spontaneously switching roles - it confuses the enemy." |
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| Alinda had began reading just as the tray bearing various food's and beverages. He joined the others as they sat down to eat, but instead of putting the book away, he kept on reading. Holding the book in one hand, he would flip the page with his thumb. It was done with such deftness that it seemed exceedingly natural. Even the fact that some of the food presented would typically require more attention and the use of both hands to consume didn't faze him. It was obvious he was a master of this useless skill. He remained largely quiet as the others talked of tactics. He listened intently, but didn't comment of anything in particular. Neither did his Servant, who remained as stoically silent as ever. The dead apostle smirked silently when Rhea mentioned having complete reports on them. No matter how good the Einzbern resources where, he seriously doubt they could dig up everything about him. Eventually, he spoke. "If any of those suggestions are to work, we must first have a full understanding of each others strengths and weaknesses, including those of our Servants, as Miss Rhea suggested. For example, Rider isn't suited for defense. He is far too...destructive for that. I myself are able to work both offensively and defensively. Being a Dead Apostle means that my natural abilities are far above those of any normal human. And years of being pursued by the Church has allowed be to become quite proficient in dealing with their kind. This 'Martin' seems to have a particular hatred for my kind." |
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| Rheasviel smiled at Alinda's intervention. "Well, then. I'll have you on offensive - and since your words regarding Church Agents are true, I entrust you with dealing with this particular nuisance as soon as possible. Just don't make a mess that I can't clean after," she conceded. Her eyes slithered their gaze to Morgana and her Servant. The former seemed rather...absent. She hadn't even touched her food. Hm. "I myself am more suited for combat - being a Lancer - but I can provide impeccable defense if you need me to. Of that, you can be sure, Lady Rhea," Mircea piped in, worried for his Master himself - but then again, the woman was fairly strange. The Einzbern Homunculus nodded her head lightly. "Perfect, then," she said, and signaled for a maid to come to her. The woman leaned into and the white-haired noble whispered something faintly; in a minute, the servant was back with a couple of black manila folders. Rheasviel handed the one on which MARTIN MALEBOLGE was written in bold white letters to Alinda. The second one held the inscription of BEATRICE BELLMORT; the third one, far thinner, was labelled MARIA TOWNSEND. She handed the one of BELLMORT to Mircea; "Morgana and you will be assisting me in dealing with the Frenchwoman. It's best that you are informed on her in case she...disagrees with our viewpoints," she said, smiling thinly. The Lancer took it without a comment. The TOWNSEND one she handed to the Asian man. "Albeit incomplete, this is the information I have on her. Your task, Feng, is to help me complete information on her - for the time being. This information will help accomplish Plan B regarding her; just in case my original idea is to fail." She sat back into her chair as one of the maids put on another plate before her. Swirling the wine in her glass, the Einzbern woman spoke quietly. "The reason I am dividing tasks is because it's far more efficient this way. Morgana, I would like you to act as Alinda's backup as per Lancer's suggestion. Feng, if you need me to assist you, I can conform to that. I will dye my hair tonight and wear contacts to conceal my eyes - it's less suspicious this way. In either case, once sundown is over, we will move so as to assure the perimeter. Alinda, I would like you to set up a Territorial Field around the mansion's boundaries, since yours is the strongest barrier I have on hand. I'll set up some hidden golems all around the domain, just to be sure. Feng, normal traps would be welcomed - I have been told you're exceptional at these; I trust no one has objections?" She smiled, and cut into her second serving of meat. After a silent minute in which she managed to best half of the portion, she cleaned her throat with a large sip of wine. She dabbed at her lips with a napkin; "Ah~. And if you see a ghastly presence roaming around here, be on alert, but do not attack. It's Assassin, the Townsend's Servant," she murmured quietly, dropping this particular piece of information with a serene expression. "I wish for her to join my side once her Master is out of the way. So, play nice." |
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| "As you wish, Miss Rhea" replied the red head, turning away from his book for the first time during the conversation to look a the Einzbern Homunculus. A smile had formed on his lips. He was honestly and happily surprised at how well Rheasviel was handling the situation. The woman was obviously well prepared for the challenges to come. She spoke with a clear but authoritative voice, issuing orders and assigning tasks like a true leader. Any doubt Alinda had about following someone so young was largely dispelled at that moment. Making sure to mark the page he was on, Alinda closed his novel and instead took to reading the black envelope handed to him by the maid. If he was going to kill this man, he wanted to know everything he could. |
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| Feng finished chewing a piece of steak and took a sip of his wine. "All right, I'll focus on gathering information on Townsend," he said as he looked over Townsend's files, most of the information was useful but none detailed her Servant which was unfortunate, even if it was to be expected. "I should be fine on my own for the reconnaissance bit. I don't plan on drawing unnecessary attention to myself and I plan on making a swift escape should it be that my position becomes compromised, plus, Archer will keep me covered. However, if you wish to provide assistance, I'm in no position to reject it." "And yes, I'm very good with non-magical traps. Once I get the correct materials I'll begin right away. The question is what kind of traps would you like? I can do anything from simple pitfalls or Punji stick-type traps and whip traps or we can also use grenades, landmines, and other explosives if you're not too concerned about collateral damage." "If you wish it, I shall stand watch as we ensure our defensive perimeter," Archer said, speaking for the first time in a while and materializing slightly behind Feng's chair. |
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| Rheasviel smiled, addressing Archer. "That would be much appreciated. Thank you, sir," she said softly; then, she looked back to Feng. "I wouldn't mind tagging along. I don't exactly like being copped up in somewhere," the homunculus pouted; "As for the traps, I have in storage landmines and a couple of rather strong explosives, as well as some other materials you will probably find suitable; feel free to get creative. Whatever damage they do can be fixed easily even if we work with bombs." She took a sip of wine, finishing up her dinner. The woman then excused herself, and left together with her chief maid, Lisbeth. Thirty-seven minutes later, a new Rheasviel returned through the doors of the library. One whose white hair was hanging in wet black strands and whose eyes shone amber-green. The yellow dress was gone, too; instead, she wore a pair of comfortable black jeans and a matching black tank-top. Her maid was helping her towel-dry her hair once she settled into her chair; a sweater, oversized and just as jet-black, was hanging on the arm of her plush seat. "How do I look?" the homunculus asked bemusedly. |
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| "You look...great" Alinda replied, looking up from his book to take in Rheasviel's new appearance. While it was still obvious it was the same person, the most glaring traits of an Homunculus were well concealed. White hair and red eyes did tend to make one stand out. Not that he was one to talk, of course. But then, attracting attention was something that suited Alinda's goals well. Rather the target come to him, instead of having to waste time searching. "Normal, even." he continued. "No-one will be able to tell your an Homunculus just from looking." |
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| Rhea smiled. She twirled a damp strand around with two fingers; she seemed to have cut off from the imposing hair, as well. Where it had reached to her calves before, it hung just bast her bottom now. "Thank you~ This was the point," she laughed lightly; her mane was quickly put up in a lazy bun. She shrugged on the sweater, and slipped into a pair of combat boots, lacing them up. "Well, then. I guess it is time to move out and secure the perimeter," she spoke cheerily with a light grin, jumping up from her seat. |
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| "The disguise is perfectly fine," Feng said after a final sip of his wine- thus finishing his meal- and nodded slightly as Rhea asked about her new appearance. Based on physical appearance alone, it was next to impossible to know that she was in fact a homunculus. "With you looking like that, we should have no problem moving around unnoticed for the most part." Despite the fact that she was still a beautiful woman, Feng doubted many guys would actually try to hit on her in part due to her near-intimidating noble aura but also due to the aura of Berserker, which alone could unnerve even the most determined swain. "Yes, let's," Feng said as he stood up from his seat when Rhea suggested that they go secure the perimeter. "Maybe I should set up a few two or three-stage traps... That'd be fun..." Archer wordlessly returned to his ethereal form and proceeded to get a vantage point on the roof of the mansion. |
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| Morgana had sat silently, taking everything in. Although she would more likely fair better taking pure offense or pure defense rather than lying in wait, she treats it as a good thing that they do not yet the full extent of her abilities, and thus shows no signs of complaint. "Very vell zen. I vill join Alinda as her backup, but only after I add my own touch to your defensive measures..." She replies as she seemingly looks around the library for a certain book. In reality, she was waiting for everyone else to leave the room. As she waited, she thought to have a private conversation with Mircea, all in the mind. Pay close attention to zese defenses and any holes in zem...vhen the time comes, ve may need to exploit zem. "I vill stay indoors for ze time being. I need to concentrate." She tells her current teammates. |
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| "As you wish, Morgana~," Rhea replied with a slight smile. She turned on her heel and begun to exit the library, Feng and Alinda both hot on her heels. Mordred had astralized sometime whilst she was having her hair trimmed and painted black, but she could feel him near. All was good. The noblewoman directed Alinda to the exit, making Feng tag along to her to her storage rooms - flicking on the light, she revealed various boxes and cases that held large labels with crisp black letters. "Pick to your heart's content, my dear," she laughed lightly, mirth in her eyes from his surprised look. Mircea had been surprised, somewhat. He didn't comment much on his Master's wish, instead making himself unseen the second everyone left the room. As you wish, he told his Master, and went outside. He was to make a mental map of the terrain with and without traps, and then overlap the two to draw the safest of paths. A somewhat difficult task, but it was all in the details. |
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| When the lights to the storage room were flicked on, Feng immediately knew he was in a treasure trove. At first he was definitely surprised that she had such a large collection at her disposal but he quickly recovered and he couldn't help but smile a brief, mischievous smile with a slight wicked glint in his eyes. With the amount of material he had to work with, he would have to make several trips even if he stuffed his backpack full of explosives. "This should definitely be more than enough to make traps securing our perimeter, though I'll probably have to make several trips back and forth," Feng commented as he rummaged through the stashes. He had already set aside several land mines, claymores, packs of C4, and various grenades as well as thin wires and laser detection systems. Despite being a hardened assassin, if it was one thing that made him feel a child-like sense of glee it was making things go boom. |
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| Rhea laughed. "Don't worry about that. I and the personnel can help out in carrying - the strength of a homunculus is higher than that of a human. Just take everything you need," she told him, moving through the shelves to reach for some boxes. She pulled out three long, rectangular-shaped containers the size of shoe boxes. Checking each individually, she made sure the amount of silver wire inside of them would be enough to serve her purposes - even if it wasn't, she could make more on the spot. Ah, the joys of alchemy. At the door, her maids were waiting patiently for any command. When Feng was done with his hunt for base materials, they helped him heft up the luggage and carry it out through the back entrance reserved for servants and incognito escapades. Rheasviel squatted down and put both hands on the ground. Few golems made from mud rose, one after one, and seemed to blink inquiringly at their creator. With an almost motherly smile, the she-homunculus ordered softly, "Find me some sturdy stone, guys. Or some hard earth to make it." They scattered around, and Rhea giggled, following Feng in the direction he had chosen. It was dusk outside, and the sky held violent shades of orange and yellow that were slowly fading into a pretty purple. |
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| While Feng and Miss Rhea plundered the storage room for potential traps, Alinda had decided to start of his assigned task; erecting a barrier around the Einzbern Estate. Honestly, he hadn't planned on creating a Territorial Field during his stay in Moorwood. It was only a temporary posting afterall. While it indeed was a powerful tool of the Dead Apostle, it took time to properly set it up, and even longer to dismantle the thing. Oh well. Orders where orders. "Rider, Keep watch while I do this. No distractions please" "Yes, Master" The pair left the main building. Creating a Territorial Field began just like any other. Walking around the estate grounds, Alinda began to etch various symbols and runes around the perimeter, infusing them with his Prana as he did so. The whole process would take around a hour, and roughly another twoor three to finish it up. Looks like he was in for a long day. |
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| Feng wasn't going to complain about the extra help from the maids, especially when he clearly needed it. While many men would have probably rejected the help and insisted on doing it all on their own, Feng wasn't nearly as prideful and/or chivalrous- that kind of thing just didn't fit well with his job description. They exited through the back door, and while it wasn't the most secretive of exits, Feng made a mental note of it as it could become of use later. As Feng walked around the premises setting up the explosive traps, he'd occasionally catch a glimpse of the mud golems that Rhea had created out of the corner of his eye as they moved to and fro. He wondered why Rhea had told them to gather the stone since, as far as he could tell, the mansion seemed fairly sturdy but, knowing her, she definitely had something in store for it. Of course, he didn't think about it for too long since he had a job to do and it was a job that was going to take a while based on of how big the place was. But, better to get it done sooner than later. |
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| Rheasviel followed Feng around scarcely, keeping track of the traps' position around the domain. "You should really make a map of sorts about these, dear. It would be most upsetting to be blown up by some HMX," she commented lightly. Then, she started working with the absurdly large pile of rock that her mud golems had gathered. She petted them for their hard work first with a motherly smile; "Good job, guys," she murmured, crouching and placing her palms on the ground near the pile. She closed her eyes. The rocks started to morph and gain forms. Minutes later, a small army of superbly detailed statues stood waiting command; they had the forms of griffins, of basilisks and of armed angels with female apparel. "Scatter and guard; be my eyes," she ordered them softly, and the puppets bowed their heads and set about their task. The mud golems were given the same order - "Become one with the ground and pull the leg of any offender." |
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| Morgana got to work as well, managing to draw a large circle on the library's ceiling. No one would find it by accident...and most people wouldn't find it there even if they were looking for it. With a deep breath, she begins chanting and pouring prana into it. Soon, the circle glows and something comes out of it. A phantasmal being from the clouds above. She smiles and pulls up a couple of seats, motioning for it to sit down. Their conversation would go on for a long....long while. |
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| Alinda continued with his work, drawing and activating the numerous runes needed to create the Territorial Field. Occasionally, he spied the both Yu Feng and Miss Rhea going about their work. One creating traps and planting mines, the other creating Golems. While he seriously doubted any would be able to get through his barrier, those that did manage where in for a nasty surprise. He just hoped he didn't step on one of those mines by accident. |
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| Though Feng usually didn't make an actual map of where his traps were because there was always the risk that the map could be found by someone undesirable, Rhea had a point. "Don't worry, I know exactly where I placed every single trap," he said trying to reassure her. "When we get back, I'll make a map of all the traps in the area but I'd prefer if you all memorized it; I don't want the map falling into the wrong hands. Also, I don't think I'll set up traps on the main pathway because it's honestly a hassle trying to get everyone to navigate their way through a field full of mines and traps. I suppose anybody stupid or ballsy enough to simply waltz into a den of lions deserves at least some credit." Yue Fei stood alert over looking the premises from the rooftop of the mansion; he saw everything, the location of every single trap, golem, and rune on the premises. If he had to do battle here, then he would make full advantage of each and every tool at his disposal, he would also make sure to relay this information to his Master as well. |
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| Rheasviel laughed. "Fair enough. Someone who gets through Alinda's Field deserves honest recognition as well - breaking an Apostle's territorial barrier is an impressive feat," she conceded. She felt a bit useless, being the first to complete her task. She turned to her maids who were still lingering around, setting a few traps of their own in form of runes designed to paralyze the target. "Do prepare a snack, ladies. It might be wanted." |
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| Time passed, and Alinda was all but finished with the Territorial Field. It seemed like the others, too, had completed their tasks. The manor grounds was now a veritable death trap, where those skilled enough to enter would be met with fierce resistance. He felt sorry for the the Tohsaka. Almost. With the last rune etched down and infused with his prana, he activated the field. The air became heavy as it took same. Prana surged through the area, shooting up from the runes, and converging to a single point directly above the manor. A faint reddish-blue glow could be seen. The spectacle last only a minute, before it faded away. It was done. From the outside, it would be as the Manor didn't even exist. |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| Feng had just finished up laying the last set of traps he had planned when he felt a huge surge of magical energy flow through the area and then just as fast as it had appeared, it disappeared. "Well, it looks our field is done..." he thought out loud as he stood up and brushed himself off. "I'm all done here, Rhea! Once you're done with your stuff, I'll lead you back through the traps." Feng was in the mood for a bath or a shower, setting up traps certainly wasn't a "clean" endeavor after all. |
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| Rheasviel gave a soft smile at the sight of the Field becoming complete. "Do so," she responded to Feng, walking to his side with a curious gleam in her eye. "I would show you where the mud Golems are, but I have a suspicion your Servant already knows. Plus, they won't harm you, so there is no need," she chirped in. Three of the maids had returned to the house at her order, whilst one had made herself scarce for Lord knows where. Rhea pulled out a handkerchief; she wiped dust from the tip of Feng's nose, before handing him the item. "You look like you need a couple of these, dear." |
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| After taking a few seconds to admire his handiwork, Alinda went off in search of Miss Rhea and Feng. It didn't take long, as he remembered their scents and simply followed his nose. It seemed like they were indeed finished, as Rhea was currently wiping Feng's nose and offering him a handkerchief. That, or they had taken a brake. It was an amusing sight, either way. "Greetings" he calls, waving at them as he walked towards the pair. |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| Feng wriggled his nose a little after Rhea had wiped it and accepted the handkerchief. "Much appreciated," he replied. "And I don't doubt that he already knows, Archer's eyes are very sharp." When Alinda greeted them, he waved back. "Well, since we're all finished up here and you're all finished up as well, let's head back up to the mansion, shall we? I'll lead us through the traps," he said. The path he chose up to the main path gave them the most room for error so they didn't really have to follow exactly in his footsteps. "The main path isn't rigged so we should be fine from here," he said to Alinda since he'd already told Rhea. "Anybody stupid enough or with enough balls to walk straight up to our hideout after getting through that barrier deserves at least some credit in my eyes." |
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