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Spectral Waltz said:
[X] Decline

Not worth the risk, we both have other business to attend to, and this could very easily be setting us up to get ambushed, since you know, other master.
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The only thing that has me worried is whether or not we are already in the trap and declining will make her go weapons hot.

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Other Masters are the enemy.
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Manaka is our Friend! she'd never betray us or do anything bad!
 
[X] Accept

Ophelia as a temporary ally will be great. I hope she is a true Magus. If so, Hans's and Ophelia's goals in the war align.

They all desire an original Holy Grail. Hans — for a true resurrection. Ophelia — to reach the Root.
 
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    "Sure. I'll accept," you replied with a nod.

    The woman cracked a smile and turned away as you stayed where you were. The stinging at the back of your hand was enough of a red flag for you. Not only that but if she was a Master, she would have pegged you as one as well.

    Assassin echoed in your mind while watching Miss Phamrsolone walk away.

    "Is this wise?" Assassin asked quietly.

    "Call it a tactical move," you coughed as you leaned on your cane. You hoped this would be a good use of your time.

    .....
    ....
    ...

    Starbucks. It was hip and trendy with the kids. You're fairly certain that a specific type of person like that Cheese would fit here than you would. Alas, she's getting her ass handed to her by a certain Queen of the Land of the Shadows. Whenever you felt down, you always thought about how you weren't in that situation.

    But what you didn't expect was for the lady before you to bring you here. She may be a Clocktower resident but she wasn't that familiar with the outside world beyond what Magi oversaw. You wondered if she was going to be all right.

    Ophelia Phamrsolone, a top student of the Spiritual Evocation department. You heard rumors that she was in talks with the late Marisbury Animusphere to participate in a secret project but it didn't go through once the Animusphere Lord passed away. This left her to continue her studies as well as research into opening a path to the Root.

    A typical Magus born and bred from the culture and traditions that had gone on for thousands of years.

    But she was special though in the way that most Magi are not. Namely, the Mystic Eye she kept hidden behind her eyepatch.

    The two of you were classmates for a short bit before you departed to fight in the Grail War at New Rimeland.

    "So when did you come back here in England?" Ophelia asked as she took a sip of her coffee, "It's been so long since I've last seen you."

    "Well... I came back at February and just laid low. Mostly at the hospital," you explained with a nod.

    "It seems like you had quite the adventure," Ophelia noted as she glanced at your arm.

    "Quite. But that's only normal for people like us," you told her with a small smile. You raised your cane and tapped the ground, the air shimmering and encasing the two of you in an invisible bubble.

    Ophelia also cracked a smile and said, "Well, I was about to do the honours but you were fast this time too. Welcome back to England, Hans."

    "Nice to see you too, Ophelia," you replied with a polite tone, "I won't beat around the bush. What are you in this War for?"

    Ophelia's eye twinkled as she gave her replied, "The Grail of course. Isn't that what most Magi are after when they fight in these battles?"

    "For what purpose? It shouldn't even be of interest to normal Magi. It doesn't carry the weight or power of the Fuyuki Grail to grant access to the Root," you told her with a raised eyebrow.

    "It might not. But it could show me another way there. Who knows..." Ophelia said as she met your gaze, "I'm not even certain myself but I suppose that I'm here to find out."

    "What's that supposed to mean?" You asked with a frown.

    "I was tasked with returning to my family with the Grail. It would bring honor to our household to win even a petty War and bring about numerous connections in which we can make use of," Ophelia said in a calm tone, "After years of toiling away at the clock tower this would be my final test."

    "A test... By your family?" You guessed with a raised eyebrow.

    "You know how it is," Ophelia chuckled as she sipped her coffee.

    "I do. Or... Perhaps not. You're well aware of how my family is currently trying to kill me," you said with a wan smile.

    Ophelia gave you a look and said, "That's only because of your defiance. Clearly while you vanished, you were involved in quite the adventure and knowing your history as a pursuer of Subcategory Wars, it's not all too hard to guess what you've done."

    "I'm not asking for a lecture-" you began but Ophelia cut you off.

    "You're a talented man, Mr. Derrinsmith. And if you would allow it, the Phamrsolone family will grant you asylum and territory if you work with us. Don't waste your life playing with fire and angering the Sculptors of the Luctworth," Ophelia said as she gave you a hard look, "You can better use your talents elsewhere. You've proven that by standing up to the Sculptors and their Hunters while amassing strength of your own. Any Magus family with half a brain would see your worth."

    You stared at her with wide eyes. Well, you didn't expect this at all...

    "A recruitment pitch. Really?" You blinked as you stared at her.

    "I wasn't only tasked with taking the Grail. But also keeping tabs on valuable people. If you were to die in this conflict then that's one less talented person in this world... You have the insight of Lord El-Melloi and the circuits of a noble lineage. Your modern perspective on Magecraft will be a boon in the future," Ophelia said as she gave you a serious look.

    "Okay, I might be talented but comparing me to the Big London Star is a bit too much. At best, I'm a second rate Magus," you told her with a low chuckle.

    "And yet you evaded an incensed Noble family and won a handful of Grail Wars," Ophelia said as she stood up and leaned on the table to loom over you, "You're a valuable man, Hans. Like it or not."

    "I can slit her throat form here," Assassin whispered in your ear.

    "Assassin no. Don't," you internally echoed back as you rubbed your forehead. You noticed her sitting down again as you sighed, "So... You aim for the Grail while also recruiting people for your family, huh? That's quite the job. So the bottom line is... That you want me to bow out of the War and come on over to your side?"

    "I won't pretend that those are not a part of it," Ophelia said in a tempered tone.

    "Right then. Fuck no," you replied as you stood up.

    You popped the bubble as you grabbed your cane. Ophelia stood up in surprise, her own chair scraping back.

    "Hans!" She called for you.

    "Unfortunately Lady Phamrsolone, I have my own goals in this war," you said as you glanced at her, "I cannot hope to play lackey to you when I have better things to do. We'll just see each other in the battlefield-"

    "You can't bring her back, Hans. You know this better than anyone else. Not even completing this task you've punished yourself with will bring her back. Once the body is destroyed, the soul disperses to Akasha. You can't bring back your sister, not even with your winnings," Ophelia said with a cold tone, "Even if you did, it'll be just an imitation. It will not truly be the person you seek."

    You tightened your grip on your cane.

    A spark lit a fire in your stomach and you felt a spike in magical energy in the air. Ophelia must have noticed it but you schooled your expression.

    A Talk
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    [] "That's true. But copy or no, I still want to say sorry. That's what I'm fighting for. It's my selfish wish and if I get killed achieving it then so be it."
    [] "You better watch your back, Lady Phamrsolone. You're forgetting who you're speaking to."
    [] "This task is as futile as Magi searching for their way to the Root. And so I ask you, Ophelia, what difference does our exercise in futility have?"
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    Note: My arm hurts from typing. There may or may not be an update tomorrow. I'll announce it.
     
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    • [X] "That's true. But copy or no, I still want to say sorry. That's what I'm fighting for. It's my selfish wish and if I get killed achieving it then so be it."
     
    [x] "That's true. But copy or no, I still want to say sorry. That's what I'm fighting for. It's my selfish wish and if I get killed achieving it then so be it."
     
    [X] "That's true. But copy or no, I still want to say sorry. That's what I'm fighting for. It's my selfish wish and if I get killed achieving it then so be it."
     
    [X] "That's true. But copy or no, I still want to say sorry. That's what I'm fighting for. It's my selfish wish and if I get killed achieving it then so be it."
     
    [X] "That's true. But copy or no, I still want to say sorry. That's what I'm fighting for. It's my selfish wish and if I get killed achieving it then so be it."
     
    [X] "This task is as futile as Magi searching for their way to the Root. And so I ask you, Ophelia, what difference does our exercise in futility have?"

    It's not futile. A magus can reach the Root. And I want Hans to believe the Third Magic is a true resurrection.

    At the end, a copy is better than an original. Medb can certify.
     
    [X] "This task is as futile as Magi searching for their way to the Root. And so I ask you, Ophelia, what difference does our exercise in futility have?"
     
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    [X] "That's true. But copy or no, I still want to say sorry. That's what I'm fighting for. It's my selfish wish and if I get killed achieving it then so be it."
     
    [X] "This task is as futile as Magi searching for their way to the Root. And so I ask you, Ophelia, what difference does our exercise in futility have?"
     
    [X] "This task is as futile as Magi searching for their way to the Root. And so I ask you, Ophelia, what difference does our exercise in futility have?"
     
    [X] "This task is as futile as Magi searching for their way to the Root. And so I ask you, Ophelia, what difference does our exercise in futility have? At least my exercise in futility is one I sought out of my own will, how about you Ophelia? Is your family will also truly your own will?"
    If she wants us to face reality then it's only fair we drop a bomb back on her too.
     
    I'd like to at least acknowledge Ophelia's point instead of just throwing her words in her face.
     
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    [x] "That's true. But copy or no, I still want to say sorry. That's what I'm fighting for. It's my selfish wish and if I get killed achieving it then so be it."
     
    [X] "That's true. But copy or no, I still want to say sorry. That's what I'm fighting for. It's my selfish wish and if I get killed achieving it then so be it."
     
    [X] "That's true. But copy or no, I still want to say sorry. That's what I'm fighting for. It's my selfish wish and if I get killed achieving it then so be it."
     
    [X] "This task is as futile as Magi searching for their way to the Root. And so I ask you, Ophelia, what difference does our exercise in futility have?"
     
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