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@Turboshitter
Giorgio Armadi
[Copenhagen, Fuyuki City]
“Haha, thanks for serving me. I appreciate it, really.”
Giorgio at the very least was glad that he could accomplish his directive. He wished to acquire wine of high quality. After all, to Giorgio imperfection was not an option. His philosophy was to make everything he possessed “perfect”, which better represents his push towards his discipline. Bad food and drink was worse to Giorgio than no food or drink. Though, with his skills, even bad food or drink could be turned into “good food and drink”. However, if there was a particular thing that Giorgio enjoyed about “good food and drink”, aside from the obvious taste and texture, was the scent. Oddly enough, Giorgio enjoyed smelling such things, but at times felt a bit ashamed at his practices.
However, his “directive” was skewed a bit. After all, he was to get berserker the drink. In fact, if he had the option, he would wish to drink his morning coffee within the confines of, well, these morning hours. If Berserker was not willing to show themselves, perhaps this entire expedition was pointless? Well, Giorgio was also someone to not be wasteful when coming to things he purchased. Not like he could really turn back on the wine now.
“Hmm. Something like that. I guess she isn’t here right now, ha.”
Of course, Berserker was with Giorgio, but because she had not materialized and thus to someone who was not a Master or Servant would not understand the presence. Even a trained magus might not realize that there was another with Giorgio. That was somewhat advantageous considering the situation he had unwittingly found himself within.
One could say that as a “Magus”, Giorgio was a “failure”. Someone who barely understood magic and could only utilize a simple trick instead of the plethora of spells found within the crest of a magi. However, he was not a failure of his trade. If a magus was a being that could utilize spells as a 19th century toy factory that manufactured dolls, then Giorgio was a skilled craftsman of a single trade who could make the most amazing face for the doll, but was unable to make its legs, arms, body or any of the other features besides the face. However, the face of the doll was made to perfection and more efficiently than the factory’s production.
However, being a “failure” didn’t really bother Giorgio, as his destiny was not the frugal life of a magus. He was to inherit a perfect world within himself. That which was around Giorgio was always “perfect”, as the perfect self he was. If he wished not to pursue the entirety of “being a magus” as a whole, and would prefer a single discipline, he would not need to know the rest of the discipline and would only need to know the aspect he liked or needed.
Like how Progressive Rock was the best genre of music and all other genres of music Giorgio hardly knew a thing about.
In this situation, his lack of knowledge about magic seemed to bite him. If he had known or been knowledgeable and capable of the most basic abilities that were classified as "Threads of Consciousness" among magi, then he would likely have noticed that someone was in the bar, having never left and never closed her Magic Circuits, who was very obviously emanating the presence of a magus.
But that was irrelevant to Giorgio. “Threads of Consciousness” was not “Reinforcement” so he had no desire to learn, or perhaps not even the capabilities to learn these sorts of spells. Just as someone could be attuned by creation to the concept of “swords”, reinforcement, the art of perfecting imperfections, was the law which governed Giorgio’s existence.
That being said, the magus approached Giorgio, and Giorgio was knowledgeable regarding the identity of the other.
“Drinking in the morning, eh? Yeah, I would say that it is a tad bit unfortunate. Just like what I gather from your person, I am a bit foreign to Japan. However, an “associate” and I recently arrived in town on break. Though I wanted to get coffee, they insisted on Drink. It is late where I come from though, so I guess the jetlag prevails once more.”
Well, that much information was not giving much away. In fact, Giorgio was not the type to lie to people. Everything he had said was true. He had recently arrived here, and so did his associate, despite the two arriving at different times and different locations. He was a foreigner visiting on “spring break”. And his associate, who was relatively close, was not currently engaging in drinking with himself.
“The name’s Giorgio. Might I ask what someone foreign like you is doing in Japan? I’m sure it is an interesting story, no?”
Well, Giorgio was aware that there might be other foreign Masters, but it was not like he felt the “Mark of a Master” from the foreigner in the bar. However, this sort of question was not out of suspicion, but rather curiosity. Or perhaps, it was not completely out of suspicion would be more apt. Though inexperienced as a true Magus, Giorgio was naturally inquisitorial. After all, those who preferred to “talk things out” tended towards this trend.
Though to Seyrun, someone who had messed up recently, it might seem as if the magus had caught onto them. But, to Giorgio, it was merely a question of origin. Even inquisitorial people might be able to trust others.
Giorgio’s mother was beautiful, but in no ways was she a good person. A tailor married to a gambling man down in Firenze. She was, like his father, not willing to sacrifice their freedom as people to their son. In the darkness of the night, Giorgio knew no comfort. Even to wail to the dark was frightening to the child, unknowing as to what lurked within. But as he was walking in the city alone one day, he stumbled upon a man,shot and bloodied, in the shadow of a wall. A group asked if the young Giorgio had seen the man, but for some reason, he felt it necessary to tell them a lie and pointed away from the shadow.
“I'll never forget what you've done for me. Thank you."
The man sincerely thanked Giorgio from the bottom of his heart.
Though he had never learned the man's name, who the people where chasing him were, or why he was shot, Giorgio had learned compassion; something he should have learned from his parents by example, from the simple words and post silence of a complete stranger. As bizarre as it was, someone who might as well have been a criminal as bad as the man who had shot him was responsible for teaching a value that Giorgio would soon never forget.
Well, either way, it appeared that Berserker had materialized during the time Giorgio was speaking with the two ladies bartenders. Or perhaps one was a bar worker and the other the bartender? In retrospect, such a distinction should not matter. And considering his stance on his Servant’s position, what damage they did he would just clean up after them. That was the purpose of the mage in the war, no? Maintaining their Servant was their priority, as a Servant’s purpose was to act as a the “sword” for their Master in battle. Therefore, at the very least, a “treat” was not out of the question for a Master to give their Servant.
But not chocolate. Chocolate was for grown-ups.
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Giorgio Armadi
[Copenhagen, Fuyuki City]
“Haha, thanks for serving me. I appreciate it, really.”
Giorgio at the very least was glad that he could accomplish his directive. He wished to acquire wine of high quality. After all, to Giorgio imperfection was not an option. His philosophy was to make everything he possessed “perfect”, which better represents his push towards his discipline. Bad food and drink was worse to Giorgio than no food or drink. Though, with his skills, even bad food or drink could be turned into “good food and drink”. However, if there was a particular thing that Giorgio enjoyed about “good food and drink”, aside from the obvious taste and texture, was the scent. Oddly enough, Giorgio enjoyed smelling such things, but at times felt a bit ashamed at his practices.
However, his “directive” was skewed a bit. After all, he was to get berserker the drink. In fact, if he had the option, he would wish to drink his morning coffee within the confines of, well, these morning hours. If Berserker was not willing to show themselves, perhaps this entire expedition was pointless? Well, Giorgio was also someone to not be wasteful when coming to things he purchased. Not like he could really turn back on the wine now.
“Hmm. Something like that. I guess she isn’t here right now, ha.”
Of course, Berserker was with Giorgio, but because she had not materialized and thus to someone who was not a Master or Servant would not understand the presence. Even a trained magus might not realize that there was another with Giorgio. That was somewhat advantageous considering the situation he had unwittingly found himself within.
One could say that as a “Magus”, Giorgio was a “failure”. Someone who barely understood magic and could only utilize a simple trick instead of the plethora of spells found within the crest of a magi. However, he was not a failure of his trade. If a magus was a being that could utilize spells as a 19th century toy factory that manufactured dolls, then Giorgio was a skilled craftsman of a single trade who could make the most amazing face for the doll, but was unable to make its legs, arms, body or any of the other features besides the face. However, the face of the doll was made to perfection and more efficiently than the factory’s production.
However, being a “failure” didn’t really bother Giorgio, as his destiny was not the frugal life of a magus. He was to inherit a perfect world within himself. That which was around Giorgio was always “perfect”, as the perfect self he was. If he wished not to pursue the entirety of “being a magus” as a whole, and would prefer a single discipline, he would not need to know the rest of the discipline and would only need to know the aspect he liked or needed.
Like how Progressive Rock was the best genre of music and all other genres of music Giorgio hardly knew a thing about.
In this situation, his lack of knowledge about magic seemed to bite him. If he had known or been knowledgeable and capable of the most basic abilities that were classified as "Threads of Consciousness" among magi, then he would likely have noticed that someone was in the bar, having never left and never closed her Magic Circuits, who was very obviously emanating the presence of a magus.
But that was irrelevant to Giorgio. “Threads of Consciousness” was not “Reinforcement” so he had no desire to learn, or perhaps not even the capabilities to learn these sorts of spells. Just as someone could be attuned by creation to the concept of “swords”, reinforcement, the art of perfecting imperfections, was the law which governed Giorgio’s existence.
That being said, the magus approached Giorgio, and Giorgio was knowledgeable regarding the identity of the other.
“Drinking in the morning, eh? Yeah, I would say that it is a tad bit unfortunate. Just like what I gather from your person, I am a bit foreign to Japan. However, an “associate” and I recently arrived in town on break. Though I wanted to get coffee, they insisted on Drink. It is late where I come from though, so I guess the jetlag prevails once more.”
Well, that much information was not giving much away. In fact, Giorgio was not the type to lie to people. Everything he had said was true. He had recently arrived here, and so did his associate, despite the two arriving at different times and different locations. He was a foreigner visiting on “spring break”. And his associate, who was relatively close, was not currently engaging in drinking with himself.
“The name’s Giorgio. Might I ask what someone foreign like you is doing in Japan? I’m sure it is an interesting story, no?”
Well, Giorgio was aware that there might be other foreign Masters, but it was not like he felt the “Mark of a Master” from the foreigner in the bar. However, this sort of question was not out of suspicion, but rather curiosity. Or perhaps, it was not completely out of suspicion would be more apt. Though inexperienced as a true Magus, Giorgio was naturally inquisitorial. After all, those who preferred to “talk things out” tended towards this trend.
Though to Seyrun, someone who had messed up recently, it might seem as if the magus had caught onto them. But, to Giorgio, it was merely a question of origin. Even inquisitorial people might be able to trust others.
Giorgio’s mother was beautiful, but in no ways was she a good person. A tailor married to a gambling man down in Firenze. She was, like his father, not willing to sacrifice their freedom as people to their son. In the darkness of the night, Giorgio knew no comfort. Even to wail to the dark was frightening to the child, unknowing as to what lurked within. But as he was walking in the city alone one day, he stumbled upon a man,shot and bloodied, in the shadow of a wall. A group asked if the young Giorgio had seen the man, but for some reason, he felt it necessary to tell them a lie and pointed away from the shadow.
“I'll never forget what you've done for me. Thank you."
The man sincerely thanked Giorgio from the bottom of his heart.
Though he had never learned the man's name, who the people where chasing him were, or why he was shot, Giorgio had learned compassion; something he should have learned from his parents by example, from the simple words and post silence of a complete stranger. As bizarre as it was, someone who might as well have been a criminal as bad as the man who had shot him was responsible for teaching a value that Giorgio would soon never forget.
Well, either way, it appeared that Berserker had materialized during the time Giorgio was speaking with the two ladies bartenders. Or perhaps one was a bar worker and the other the bartender? In retrospect, such a distinction should not matter. And considering his stance on his Servant’s position, what damage they did he would just clean up after them. That was the purpose of the mage in the war, no? Maintaining their Servant was their priority, as a Servant’s purpose was to act as a the “sword” for their Master in battle. Therefore, at the very least, a “treat” was not out of the question for a Master to give their Servant.
But not chocolate. Chocolate was for grown-ups.
