Post by Miya Kishima on Jan 10, 2012 23:12:58 GMT -5
Strumming on the acoustic guitar that she just happened to have in hand, Miya Kishima silently hummed to herself in some western tune that she happened to hear and enjoy on her trip to Lucca. It was probably some old Western tune, and if one wanted to stereotype this, a harmonica would be appropriate to playing such a tune. It sounded rather good on guitar, nonetheless. Her own voice managed to add on to it, which was nice to hear. Not that it mattered, Miya had complete confidence that her voice would be smooth enough for humming like a harmonica. To many, who passed the woman as she was playing the guitar on top of a park bench, with her legs crossed, and her knees against the seat of the bench, Miya Kishima had the appearance of either a traveling or residential musician. The former would be correct…
But hey, Miya Kishima wasn’t just some any random touring musician. She had a job, a rather fun, if somewhat illegal job. She worked as a thief, and a magical one to boot…well, she can’t cast ice spells or something, but at least she can make herself stronger via Reinforcement, which was extremely useful for heists. And she was good at it, to boot.
…Now was not the time to list credentials and talk about how awesome Miya Kishima is. That’s why a profile was there for, right? She already listed it all…damn Britza and damn Cardinal Vezzoni. Anyways, now’s the time to get down to business.
Miya stood up from the bench and slung the acoustic over her shoulder, and started walking bare feet to her hotel room. No one asked questions when they saw the woman walk with bare feet into the lobby. It was a typical consumer hotel, not the Versilia Palace Hotel, but still fancier than most. Stealing funds from dead people have never been so useful before.
With hands in her pockets, the pockets on the black leather cardigan, and her guitar on her back, Miya walked casually into an elevator, and pressed the button to go up to the thirteenth floor.
…One….two…three…stop counting for the next nine floors now…thirteen.
The woman exited the elevator, pleased that she counted thirteen syllables in the previous thought, a syllable per floor. She was weird like that.
Miya entered the hotel room, a two-bed one. She needed the space for her Servant, after all, and Miya could check in him or her after the ritual. The front desk only knows of another person who’s coming later today.
…How to get this Servant away from this room on the thirteenth floor to the ground floor without being seen, as to make the story more believable…? Servants should be able to survive a drop from high places, right? Or maybe they had some ability to make them invisible.
Nonetheless, Miya unstrapped the guitar on her back and opened the bag on her bed. She took out a sharpie, and eyed the wooden floors of the restroom. The woman than began to draw the magic circle in the restroom, which was rather spacious to say the least. The bath was huge, and the circle was being drawn in the middle of it. Good thing the bath was circular in shape.
Capping the sharpie, Miya tossed the pen behind her and reached into her pocket. In her hand was now a scarf. A red one to boot. No idea where it came from, but Miya just heard that a catalyst would be ideal for this sort of…summoning. She will take her chances, the red scarf has to mean something to somebody. Maybe she would summon a Russian who happened to have a red scarf or something.
Tossing the scarf into the circle, Miya zipped down the cardigan. She would need a little bit more breathing space for this ritual…right, now what was the chant again…?
…Got it…
"Ye first, O silver, O iron. O stone of the foundation, O Archduke of the Contract."
A slight itch began to develop on both of Miya’s shoulders, but it wasn’t too distracting.
"Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate rest in thy blade.
If thou submittest to the call of the Holy Grail and if thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond."
Now the itch began to spread away from her shoulders. On her back, the two itch trailed until they met on the bottom of her neck, and on her front, the itch trailed down her shoulder and also met, where her sternum was.
"I make my oath here.
I am that person who is to become the virtue of all Heavens.
I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades.
Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words,
come past thy restraining rings, and be thou the hands that protect the balance-!"
…
The itch was terrible now, but hey, got to see what the Grail coughed up this time.
But hey, Miya Kishima wasn’t just some any random touring musician. She had a job, a rather fun, if somewhat illegal job. She worked as a thief, and a magical one to boot…well, she can’t cast ice spells or something, but at least she can make herself stronger via Reinforcement, which was extremely useful for heists. And she was good at it, to boot.
Miya stood up from the bench and slung the acoustic over her shoulder, and started walking bare feet to her hotel room. No one asked questions when they saw the woman walk with bare feet into the lobby. It was a typical consumer hotel, not the Versilia Palace Hotel, but still fancier than most. Stealing funds from dead people have never been so useful before.
With hands in her pockets, the pockets on the black leather cardigan, and her guitar on her back, Miya walked casually into an elevator, and pressed the button to go up to the thirteenth floor.
…One….two…three…stop counting for the next nine floors now…thirteen.
The woman exited the elevator, pleased that she counted thirteen syllables in the previous thought, a syllable per floor. She was weird like that.
Miya entered the hotel room, a two-bed one. She needed the space for her Servant, after all, and Miya could check in him or her after the ritual. The front desk only knows of another person who’s coming later today.
…How to get this Servant away from this room on the thirteenth floor to the ground floor without being seen, as to make the story more believable…? Servants should be able to survive a drop from high places, right? Or maybe they had some ability to make them invisible.
Nonetheless, Miya unstrapped the guitar on her back and opened the bag on her bed. She took out a sharpie, and eyed the wooden floors of the restroom. The woman than began to draw the magic circle in the restroom, which was rather spacious to say the least. The bath was huge, and the circle was being drawn in the middle of it. Good thing the bath was circular in shape.
Capping the sharpie, Miya tossed the pen behind her and reached into her pocket. In her hand was now a scarf. A red one to boot. No idea where it came from, but Miya just heard that a catalyst would be ideal for this sort of…summoning. She will take her chances, the red scarf has to mean something to somebody. Maybe she would summon a Russian who happened to have a red scarf or something.
Tossing the scarf into the circle, Miya zipped down the cardigan. She would need a little bit more breathing space for this ritual…right, now what was the chant again…?
…Got it…
"Ye first, O silver, O iron. O stone of the foundation, O Archduke of the Contract."
A slight itch began to develop on both of Miya’s shoulders, but it wasn’t too distracting.
"Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate rest in thy blade.
If thou submittest to the call of the Holy Grail and if thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond."
Now the itch began to spread away from her shoulders. On her back, the two itch trailed until they met on the bottom of her neck, and on her front, the itch trailed down her shoulder and also met, where her sternum was.
"I make my oath here.
I am that person who is to become the virtue of all Heavens.
I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades.
Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words,
come past thy restraining rings, and be thou the hands that protect the balance-!"
…
The itch was terrible now, but hey, got to see what the Grail coughed up this time.