[center][h2]Kochiya Sanae[/h2][h3]Nieve — City Streets[/h3][/center]

While Rayne had been free to spend her time speaking with the mysterious stranger in search of information, Sanae had found no such stroke of luck. Most of her time had been spent poring through tome after tome; with no titles on their spines, the minimum she had to do to rule any book out was pull it out of its place and skim through its contents in hopes that it held something noteworthy before having to inevitably slot it back where it had been before.

The upside to this was that it was a fast way of getting an idea of the general manner in which the people of this world revered their gods and the way they told their stories. Doing so in exchange for a terribly inefficient way of using her time, however, was... Less than pleasant. Needless to say, the young woman now [i]deeply[/i] wished that Kosuzu was here to expedite the process [i]exponentially[/i]. Granted, she wouldn't have been able to do much of anything in the world, but being able to simply touch a book to understand its contents would make this job [i]far[/i] less troublesome.

After the tenth tome or so had been returned from her hands to the shelves, though, the shrine maiden heard Rayne call her name out from the other side of a bookshelf—and seemingly lucky enough to have discovered what it was that they were seeking. It was... Uncannily convenient, but there was no reason to complain about so fortuitous an occasion.

"Did you?" she asked, poking her head around the corner. "I'd like to take a look to check, just in case."

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[hr][center][h3]Nieve — City Streets[/h3][/center]

Despite the speed at which Youmu had approached her—and in so doing had begun with a two-pronged attack to be expected from dual-sword styles—Musashi had wasted no time in parrying the pair of blades with her own. There was a small smirk on her face as a scattering of sparks flew into the air, and the pink-haired woman quickly shifted her form to return the favor. Her twin katanas moved in unison, changing the trajectories of those bearing down upon her to cut through naught but air before slashing forward towards her torso.

"Not bad, but you're wide open——!"

While the two swordswomen continued their duel (and banter, at least in Musashi's case), the smaller girl regarded the woman's response with a rather displeased expression.

"I would certainly hope they wouldn't. What kind of hellhole must the place you lived in be like if fighting people is on the level of saying hello?" she retorted before sighing. "It'd be much better to think about problems logically and dissect them one piece at a time, anyhow. Far easier than fumbling about and fighting anyone who looks vaguely suspicious."

There was a brief moment of silence as she glanced between her new (apparent) conversation partner and the two dueling battle maniacs causing a ruckus on the street.

"...Not that we have any room to talk, I suppose. Gensokyo, was it? The name sounds vaguely Japanese, and your features do match the region... Would it be too much to assume that you might come from an alternate Earth as well? Though I suppose simply asking wouldn't hurt, would it?"

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[hr][center][h3]Nieve — Embassy[/h3][/center]

Though he had been fairly reticent about the discussion as a whole, entertaining it insofar as he would a matter of national security, the lilac-haired girl's words left Bren's patience trying—and desperately so, given how she seemed to have an ego larger than the building that they were in. Such self-righteous beliefs were common among sheltered nobility whose parents knew not how to raise a child with the dignity befitting of their station, but given the current situation the minister had little leeway to reprimand the child. With that said, the man's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he watched Anne's arm move and change on a level so [i]fundamentally different[/i] from any sense that he was used to that he had to take a moment to right himself. For a moment, the man lost himself in thought about her story and the implications of it all. The whole affair seemed to be something out of some madman's ramblings, but seeing metalwork that was crafted and that [i]moved[/i] in such a way to be beyond comprehension...

While illusions could mimic the impossible and inscrutable, it was a different matter altogether when presented with something so uniquely [i]alien[/i] instead. 

"...Right. I don't believe that anyone could dismiss anything of that nature out of hand," he finally responded after managing to compose himself once more. "I'll go send some people out to confirm what I need to, but at the very least I can recognize something beyond magic when I see it. That being said, I can't exactly go speaking about this matter to just anyone; if word got out about what you just showed me, there'd be no end to our problems."

Bren paused again as he considered all of the information he had been provided up until this point before speaking again.

"Would you mind speaking with a few other people and participating in some tests? I cannot rule out the possibility of deception despite what you have shown me, and if there is any chance of your words being doubted I would like to put them to rest as soon as possible. You are free to refuse, of course, but it would expedite a few things quite considerably... As would further discussions bereft of ego. If you came here with altruistic intentions, after all, I would hate for relationships to be sullied due to a lack of mutual respect and understanding."

Who those words were meant for was quite obvious at this point, but there was a genuine sentiment in the man's heart that such things were true. He could only hope that the woman speaking with him felt the same way, regardless of what her charge might think.

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