[center][i]A trigger....the catalyst to all things...[/center][/i]
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As both Midgard and Nifilhiem took their leave to pursue the Librarian, the Jester paused. Something was amiss. Or maybe it was all in perfect harmony. This...a resonance. A ripple of change that threatened to upset a great many things....Without warning, Jester flickered away without a word, his destination unknown. "Sir!" Yuki blinked as the masked man left in silence before she could even question his intentions or whereabouts. That only left her and Ace to defend Sachiro from any harm. Turning to the Platinum Knight, Yuki gripped her massive blade and slung it over her back.

"I guess the Jester had more pressing matters to deal with? In any case, I suggest you send your Tome to assist either Nifilhiem or Midgard." The red headed woman frowned. "Something doesn't feel right...and they may need more backup than anticipate-"

[b]"Knights of sworn oath, Yggdrasil and Asgard. Come to me, for I beckon your services by my side. Thus commands your eternal and everlasting Superior."[/b]

Eyes widening, Yuki glanced at the massive doors behind her and knew immediately where the source was coming from. Inside the Grand Chambers, where only one person was currently residing. So powerful was she, that sending a mere mental message was simple children's play to her. Sachiro Harime wanted them both by her side personally for whatever reason. Right then. Yuki motioned for Ace to lead the way.

"Shall we? Our Superior calls us."

Outside the gates of the Ultimatum Citadel, hidden in the shadows, Jester watched the scenes below with growing interest. Half of his body was melded to the side of the building as tangibility meant nothing to the masked man. Both eyes, crimson and yearning, took in the playing scenes of fate right before him.

Through this left eye, he saw a young man with passion, fortitude, and...madness? Yes, that most human emotion of insanity and guilt which wracked his soul and warped his heart. Cole Carton.

Through his right eye, he saw a small girl filled to the brim with uncertainty, desire, and...something more. She was naught but a fractured existence. They both were. And yet...ripples of change flowed in the streams of destiny. Evie Rul.

Yes...both were potential catalysts...both were....the Jester watched in patience and silence, knowing full well the extent of events much yet to come.
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[center][i]Seek me...find me....[/center][/i]