There were many restaurants and bars in Rome. Ironically enough, an American style bar known as the Hard Rock Cafe in Rome was one of the most popular tourist attractions for many non-Americans.
It was here that Chaldeans - Masters and Servants - chose to idle their spare time. Food. Drink. Casual conversation amidst the backdrop of 1970s themed rock and roll.
The god's must smile upon you two for it seems despite your frankly inept style catching the eyes of many patrons in second-hand embarrassment, you find yourself catching a three pairs eyes surely because of Tyonis's grandstanding belonging to nice enough ladies and a brunnette guy in particular at Tyonis.
@[11]Arran [5]Skye @Tyonis ShikiOne of the men, a blonde boy in a jacket with a naive look on his face, who had drunk too much and was leaving the door would basically trip at her aura and basically slam into her arm as he left, "Sorry missy, you were so good-lookin I lost my footing."
@Orphelia/Naomi/ArtoriaThe man was brushed aside with Morgan hiding the hand, he was too far drunk to notice as he stumbled down the street singing several vulgar songs.
A few minutes later the military police would find him, drag him into an alley, and beat him half to death because they mistook him for a homeless man.
Just average day.
The bartender was an man with a red mane of hair and a white ivory best against a black suit as he turned around to prepare a drink to another customer he spoke,
"We got all sorts of drinks here, ma'am, we got everything from red to a dirty Serbian. But if you want fine it's our Bordeaux. There ain't anymore supply ever since that forest took over so these bottles just became a collectors edition. The Military Officers always come in trying to get more. I believe I'm down to my last bottle."
@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria"Well it'll cost you a pretty penny if you're up and ready for it." he laughed, "As nice as your flattery is I've had officer's sell me military secrets for the last few bottles so I've seen everything."
@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria (edited)"A fancy one ain't ya? Well money's down the gutter now ever since the central exchange collapsed. Been trading mostly luxury coupons here or stuff for the underground market," he leaned forward towards Morgan. "So what are you proposing in exchange?"
@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria"A fancy one ain't ya? Well money's down the gutter now ever since the central exchange collapsed. Been trading mostly luxury coupons here or stuff for the underground market," he leaned forward towards Morgan. "So what are you proposing in exchange?"
@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria
"Nice as your Euros are... um, you don't happen to have the backing of the central bank with these do you? Given the chance that even if this is all over I got not guarantee these Euros will be worth anything since most of Europe is dead." he paused, "Have you been paying for things here in Rome with Euros?"
@Tyonis Shiki (edited)"Much better." The Bartender nodded and took the magazine, placing in under the counter and taking out from under it the bottle and two wines, "Bon Appetit, as the frogs say."
"Are you two one of those public cosplay fetish people? Cause ya can get all kissy but if you want to get touchy with each other I gotta ask you take it to the back alley. Bar Policy for the sake of my patrons."
"If this is some marriage thing I actually got a discount and a bar package for newly-weds if you're intrested."
@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria @Tyonis Shiki (edited)Several patrons would have by this point taken out their phones and been taking videos of this strange women seemingly materialising items and a whole bloody throne out of midair alongside Rhongomyniad and Morgan.
Actually a remnant of the bar patrons were still left. About seven.
"You know you two are a special brand of stupid?" the Bar Tender said annoyed as he raised his hands at the remaining Patrons in the bar, "You're lucky the internet is down."
"Dormies in aeternum," he chanted. A sleep spell.
(edited)It'd be enough to cover the seven left.
The Bar Tender would provide two glasses.
"I'm closing this bar for the night. You lot can stay. Gotta go clean up your mess. Do me a small favour and drag these bunch to the back. I'll wipe em after."
(edited)"In the meantime," the bartender took out his rifle from under the counter, an M4 Carbine with a supressor, and loaded it with the magazines Tyonis had given him. Smoke wreathed him for a moment before it dissipated and in its place was a masked NATO soldier, "I'll be cleaning up those who left. Try not to burn the bar down."
He went out through the back, "Oh and you two will owe a favour to the Pliskins Family for this mess. Whether you like it or not. Ain't the first time we've cleaned up the messes of Mages."
Thus, Tyonis Magstrom bore silent witness to the birth of Fairy Britain and the war of conquest that inevitably followed.
The entire time, Tyonis couldn't help but think: This is all too human.
Meanwhile...
Morgan found herself standing in an opulent mansion filled with a mix of medevial and modern aesthetic. At a glance, it was easy to see the owners were a powerful Magus family, however their decorative motifs were more military in nature - one you would expect to find in a knight's manor or perhaps a lavish fortress. The sound of heavy breathing, followed by short cries of pain echoed from down the hall. Soon after, a young blonde man with short cropped hair stepped out into sight.
"Recover your strength, Tyonis. I will return in an hour to continue your training." The man said over his shoulder at a child wheezing on the floor of what looked to be a featureless combat ring of some sort. The boy didn't reply, too busy wallowing in pain. He was bruised and bloodied all over. The older man then brushed past Morgan as if she never existed and ascended the stairs to the second floor.
Sebastian entered the room shortly after, wearing a severe look on his face. He stood right behind Morgan, but appeared to see straight through her and instead raised a brow at his nephew's excited expression.
"You still have strength to smile? We'll start training early, then," Sebastian sneered in an attempt to frighten the boy into submission. But instead, of fear and trepidation, Tyonis' gaze was full of brightness that threw off the older man. To his continued surprise, the boy picked up his quarterstaff and held it at the ready, claiming right to possess some holy sword or whatever bout of madness the boy's imagination had dreamt up.
Thus, Tyonis' childhood days were spent in such a fashion. However, Morgan would soon witness another child who often spent time with Tyonis - his sister, Lucia.
"Tyonis, it's time for you to test your mettle. There is a Stage VI Dead Apostle the Holy Church is going to hunt and exterminate. You will assist them as the vanguard." Tyonis' father announced.
Tyonis appeared older now, about fifteen. His voice had deepened and his mannerisms were far more refined. Yet the glow his eyes held ever since Morgan appeared never faded. His innate brightness often confused his uncle, who tried to crush his childish dreams through brute force but never could thanks to Morgan's constant meddling.
"I wish to go too, Father," came Lucia's voice. Unlike Tyonis, Lucia was born with much higher innate magical potential, so she became the true heiress to the Magstrom lineage. The Magic Crest had long since been embedded into her spine.
Morgan would then witness some arguing while Tyonis stood off to the side to await the verdict.
"Is that the case? Well, you have been quite promising, all right. Consider this an additional part of your mission: protect your sister, Tyonis," their father declared. Lucia looked absolutely ecstatic at the prospect of finally being able to leave the mansion.
But just as Morgan foresaw, the mission was a disaster. The Holy Church's information was wrong: it was a Stage VII Dead Apostle pretending to be a lower rank to lure in hunters. One by one, the Holy Church Knights and Executors were slaughtered.
Tyonis desperately fought off the Dead then disengaged, dragging his sister away from the battle and deep into a forest.
"Too slow, little rats," came a voice that echoed through the forest. What followed was a desperate, but futile battle, as Tyonis fought the Dead Apostle while his sister attempted to flee.
Tyonis eventually returned to his estate, carrying his sister's corpse, thus sealing the fate of the Magstrom lineage of magi. Tyonis was subsequently banished for his failure and became a Freelancer in order to survive. Since strength was what he lacked, Tyonis trained even harder to drown out the pain of failure and loss. Eventually, he earned a place among the 30 Enforcers of the Clocktower...
As night dropped, In the quarters Touko (and Eres if she's free) had chosen in Rome she would find that somehow a note had been slipped under the door.
It read:
"Alleyway behind, by the wrought-iron carpark gate. Green Jeep parked there. Don't be followed.
-A"
@sumanai @Pot | Lilith (Feel free not to take it, I know both of you may be busy IRL)