Given his own upbringing, it was hard for Mitsuki to not agree (at least, in part) with what his Servant was saying. Practicing onmyoji brought with it all of the traditions that the practice had been steeped in, which included regular visits to the shrine where his grandparents lived. Jumping between the city and the more rural regions of Japan made him feel like he was traveling through time. That wasn't a
bad thing, per se, but...
"I suppose that industrialization would have that sort of effect on people. Even so, I think that's partially why people come to places like this every now and then despite having so much else to do," he responded with a shrug of his shoulders. "Personally, I think that losing that connection is fine, so long as it isn't forgotten. The past is meant to inform the present to pursue the future and all that, right?"
The suggestion of a picnic had piqued his interest, though; if it was earlier in the year, he would have followed it up with a suggestion for cherry blossom viewing with friends, but now?
Well, summer seemed a good a time as any to try and buy into foreign traditions and do an American barbecue or something. With a city like Fusang, it wouldn't be difficult to try and do something like that if they got enough people on board...
Right?
"Sure, I wouldn't mind a picnic or something like that," Mitsuki said, nodding his head. "You know, I've never actually had a chance to try your cooki..."
Before he could finish his sentence, though, the sight of a rather energetic young woman escorting a far more disheveled one through the park had caught his attention. Though it was not his place to intervene in the affairs of others, something about how panicked the latter was worried him, if only a little.
"...Hm... Archer, I'm going to poke my head over there for a bit. For some reason, I feel like that lady's going to collapse from exhaustion any second now," he said, gesturing towards the pair in question. Without waiting for a response, Mitsuki promptly walked over, raising one hand as he called out to them.
"Hey, uh, 'scuse me, but... Is she doing all right?" he asked the girl leading the way, gesturing towards her companion once she had noticed him. "It looks like she's pretty out of breath, so..."
@KoL@Raineh Daze@RolePlayerRoxasWith the figure now in her possession, Meltryllis was at least open to listening to her Master's (somewhat uneasy) request for her to buy some clothing. Of course, the Alter Ego had to take a moment to consider what that entailed; after getting those (rather unsightly) 'replacement' prosthetic legs, she was in no real mood to have a change of clothes picked out for her.
With that said, being able to pick her own outfit out was a different story entirely.
"Mmm... Sure, I suppose. A change of clothes wouldn't be bad in this day and age," she said, nodding her head in agreement. "Fine, then; I suppose I'll simply have to keep this figure safe until we're done, then."
Putting her own attachment to the figure aside, Nanako had been surprisingly prompt in bringing her over to a clothes store. Nothing inside looked particularly
bad at first, but being as picky as she was, "okay" wouldn't do.
"Hm... A lot of these clothes are sort of..." she trailed off, her eyes darting around before they seemed to fall on a single article of clothing.
"That looks like it would do. Could you take that off the rack there? I want to try it on."
A large jacket with a black-and-white motif that would be all-too-familiar to Nanako was what had caught her eye, and at this point, it was probably far less 'open' than what she was wearing right now. The price tag, however...
@VitaVitaARAs far as things were going right now, the five thugs conducting their heist had found no better success than with the new tools that they had picked up. It had cost them a pretty penny, mind, but given how all of the clueless idiots outside seemed to not be doing a damn thing and their luck in finding a place without any Masters in sight?
Well, they were about to make off with a hell of a lot more than they had spent to get to this point in the first place.
Just as one of the thugs had just about finished cleaning out one of the displays, though, another seemed to be nudging him and pointing out the broken window towards the street. There was good reason to do so, of course; a Servant (and one of the most famous ones in the city at that) had just turned to look towards them.
Not only that, but she had just transformed and barreled inside, ignoring the illusion that had been set in place.
"Shit! Elle, you're up!" the former called out, deciding to abandon getting the rest of the accessories inside in favor of escaping. "Kenji, you too!"
With a nod, the two in question quickly pulled out a set of vials from the insides of their clothing and, without asking for confirmation, promptly threw them all on the ground around them before grabbing what they had gathered and beginning to run.
Immediately, the liquid within spilled out as the vials shattered, and before long a set of magic circles had inscribed themselves into the floor without any need for them to do the work themselves. As the thieves hastily attempted to make their exit, the circles began to glow an ominous purple color, and before long, a pair of shadowy human facsimiles seemed to materialize from within their boundaries.
Their targets, of course, were simple; the Servant standing in front of them, and the people who were on the ground, unable to move as they had done their work.
@VitaVitaAR@Rin
