Fate/ Scheme Naive- [Nekomancer & Noel] IC
Nestled away on a big private lot on the outskirts of Woodglen stood a two story cottage, mostly surrounded by tall evergreen trees. A thin gravel driveway snakes through the four acres of wooded land towards paved streets and the borough proper. It was the sort of place that comes to mind when you think of fancy bed and breakfast, or a wealthy retiree's summer home. The house itself couldn't even be seen from the road, you'd need to walk onto the property for a couple minutes before it came into view. It gave the distinct feeling of being secluded, despite how close it was to the rest of city's residential area. On the other hand, there are lots of places like it in an ecotourism spot like Stone Lake.
On the back patio of that quaint house stood a small woman, perhaps just reaching five feet in height. She wore a red silk dress which rustled softly about her body in the spring breeze, and had her long brown hair done up in a loose ball held with a simple mahogany hair stick. Before her was a man in a dark overcoat, reading from a handsomely bound book as he drew intricate symbols on a sprawling vellum that had been laid flat on the wooden deck. As he finished a sigil within the large circle he smirked and gave a self-satisfied 'Hmm', closing the book and putting his palms on his knees to help himself up.
"Alright, favor repaid. I've done the hard part, all that's left is for you to complete the incantation and make an offering of blood. If that's all, I'll be off. I want to get the hell out of here before this whole thing starts." The man spoke harshly, the short goatee on his chin wobbling as he addressed the Asian woman. Fan had known him too long to be put off by his grumpy show of defiance, and just smiled warmly and offered a gentle wave. "Take care, I wouldn't want you getting caught up in something. I really appreciate your help." The middle aged magus turned on his heel and began walking with dramatically heavy steps towards the front of the house, clearly miffed. "It's not 'help'. I owed you, and now I don't. Understand?"
That drew a raised eyebrow from Fan, whose expression faltered momentarily before being replaced by a teasing grin. "Hmm... you're thinking too hard." She said with a bit of mischief creeping across her face. "Thanks again, Teagan. Until next time." She smiled wider as her words had the intended effect, eliciting an irritated shutter from the purple-clad magus. With a huff he doubled his pace away from the wooden cottage and brusquely barked over his shoulder "God forbid. I don't care if I get into trouble again, I'm not asking for your help. Good-bye." He broke the last farewell into two staccato points, underlining the finality in his words as he all but ran the the rest of the way off of Fan's property.
After Teagan had departed and the teapot she'd made for them had cooled, Fan moved to where her old acquaintance had prepared the summoning. Honestly it was a big help, she mused as she inspected the tripartite crimson mark emblazoned on the back of her hand. Without his help she wouldn't even have known what the command seals were, much less things like the grail war or how to preform the ritual to call a servant. It was all new and unusual to her, but on the other hand magecraft always seemed strange and new to her. Nearly a century of contact with magi hadn't changed that fact. She counted herself lucky to have such a good friend among the mages at the clocktower, and even more so that he was willing to help to this degree. It still seemed peculiar to her that he was so caught up with whom owes who, and why. It seemed plain as day to her that you help your friends and they help in return, but whenever she found Teagen in trouble he seemed almost depressed to see her; like she was just compounding his problems by putting him in her debt. She hurt his pride, she supposed.
At any rate it was all water under the bridge. She just did what felt right to her, and now karma had seen fit to repay her. Fan took a rolled piece of parchment that Teagan had left for her, marked in chicken-scratch with the words of the summoning. Unwinding the twine that kept the scroll tightly bundled, Fan opened the parcel with a little shake and began the reading.
"Das Material ist aus Silber und Eisen. Der Grundstein ist aus Stein und dem Großherzog des Vertrag. Der Ahn ist mein großer Meister Schweinorg.
Schutz gegen einen heftigen Wind. Schließ alle Tore, geh aus der Krone, zirkulier die Gabelung nach dem König.
Füll, füll, füll, füll, füll.
Es wird fünfmal wiederholt.
Nur ist es die volle Zeit gebrochen.
Du überläßt alles mir, mein Schicksal überläßt alles deinem Schwert.
Das basiert auf dem Gral, antwort wenn du diesem Willen und diesem Vernunftgrund folgst.
Liegt das Gelübde hier. Ich bin die Güte der ganzen Welt. Ich bin das Böse der ganzen Welt.
Du bist der Himmel mit dreien Wortseelen. Komm, aus dem Kreis der Unterdrückung, der Schutzgeist der Balkenwaag!"