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Sieg (566) has posed:
Paris, France
Arc De Triomphe

    Following the strange disturbance that had occurred some small time ago now, Sieg had insisted that he and his companion remain in Paris for a little while to make certain that the danger had passed. Exactly what danger he left unspoken, allowing Rider of Blue to draw his own conclusions. What followed was a great deal of lollygagging around. For his part, the young homunculus has roamed fairly freely in spite of the implicit danger of doing so. There is a reason for his foolhardiness -- he is not, in truth, the master of Rider. There is no need for him to worry, because he is not a valid participant of the war.

    In other words, even though he appears to be a master, there is no reason for anyone to come after him. Indeed, there is no reason for anyone to even think him relevant apart from incorrect speculation. It is a lie, but it's a good, strong lie. Technically speaking he could be a valid participant, but he feels no desire to engage in such an activity for himself.

    It is after hours in the Arc De Triomphe. Sieg has used his magecraft to plant suggestions in the minds of the people who take care of it, and he even has the key to get out. He paid to be here, he's not completely unscrupulous. But his desire to stay for a while longer isn't something that he could explain even to himself.

    At present, the task that he has engaged in is a simple yet complex one. Using a marker, he is inscribing circles and patterns on the cast affixed around his left hand and forearm. Preparing to heal the damage that he'd done attempting to strike what was close in nature to a heroic spirit.

    There are names inscribed on the walls and columns around him. French generals, and their victories. It's quiet, apart from the scratching of the marker against the cast.

Onikaze Kenshin (76) has posed:
    There's a slight rustle of wind and a pulse of foreign magic before Kenshin appears, travelling where he will and wandering between locations. Rarely did he ever have a set place to be, but this was one of the rare occasions. His sword is not with him, but if Sieg can sense magic, he can tell that it's actually floating around nearby, not unlike the Saber's 'Invisible Air', but slightly more elaborate.

    "I never had occasion to see France in my own world," He says aloud, looking towards Sieg, "Before it was razed to the ground for the new world to grow, that is." He thinks, "Great wonders, built to be testament to their skill and craftsmanship, but in the end all wears away to make way for the land's greater plan. All men do is push against an inevitable flow, slowing it down as best they can."

    And then it seems to dawn on him that this is not what most would consider a proper greeting, and so he adds, "Hello. How did you injure yourself?"

Sieg (566) has posed:
    Ordinarily, Sieg would be alarmed. But he's encountered this soul before, strange as he was then. Strange as he is NOW. So when the magician -- or whatever he is -- appears, he does not cease his work in alarm or otherwise. He's not going to be very useful if he doesn't fix this wound, and that person is safe enough not to snap to attention to. He thinks so, anyway. After all, Kenshin had protected them the last time they encountered one another, and there is no reason for enmity.

    "I think it's the other way around, here... it's the world that yields to the mounting pressure of mankind's greatness. Eventually it'll end, but not because the world wants to end. Because men are too great for the world to contain." This is no boasting on the homunculus's part. It simply seems logical to him. In the end the gods themselves yielded to the advancement of mankind and found no further purchase in the world.

    With regards to his injury, Sieg raises his hand to eye level. "I tried to punch something, but I'm not very strong so I was the one that ended up hurt instead. I didn't really aim to hurt it directly, more like... stun it. Like a taser." He lowers the hand again, blinking up at Kenshin.

    The way that he travels is strange, but...

    It's stranger still that he's arrived in front of Sieg like this twice, even if it's been to his benefit so far. He asks, "Do you choose where to go, or do you just kind of... go?"

Onikaze Kenshin (76) has posed:
    "In my world, it was that the works of her children... men, animal and monster... eventually angered the world so that she lashed out against it. That she could not heal herself from the ills that plagued her, and that the old was to be purged to allow for rebirth," He states to Sieg, "Though yours is an interesting world. And far different from mine."

    Kenshin looks to the injury and seems to tilt his head to the side, "Some day you will be strong. And such an injury may be trivial to you." He comments idly, still trying to suss out the feeling he had earlier at the edge of Sieg's personal timeline. It was fleeting, but had piqued his curiosity as a fledgling to his own power source.

    "There is one whom I spend much of my time with. Her name is Mari Hime," He begins, answering Sieg's question, "But I also go where my curiosity takes me. Sometimes I simply wander, other times I seek out that which has briefly caught my interest. Ours was a meeting that stood apart from the average person I meet in the Multiverse. I hope my curiosity is not an intrusion. I mean no harm or hostility."

Sieg (566) has posed:
    "You think so?" Sieg doesn't seem quite certain, though he still has that air of regality about him that points to greatness down the road. As it is, he already is stronger than when he was born. To begin with, the ability to walk was almost unbearable. It took all his concentration. There was not even an ability to think while he moved. Breathing alone was pain. Talking was no better. His entire existence has improved dramatically in a short time, from one who was not made to live to something far greater. It's not there yet, of course.

    He is still frail compared to most.

    Regarding the idea of Kenshin being an intrusion, Sieg shakes his head. "Not really. I don't know how to deal with people all that well, I guess, so I'm not sure I would know what an intrusion really is yet. You're not bothering me, if that's what you mean. But I don't see what's so interesting about me."

    "Jean--" That must be the person he was travelling with, "-- is a much more interesting person."

Onikaze Kenshin (76) has posed:
    In an answer to both the question 'You think so?' and to the statement of Jean being an interesting person, Kenshin drops into a simple seated position, cloaks ruffling around him as he does so. Underneath the cloaks, he's dressed almost comically normal, with the button up shirt, dress shoes, slacks and suspenders.

    "Your presence and aura suggests you far succeed what would be expected from one as you are now," He begins, trying to think of how to word it so as to express his opinion while not simultaneously damaging the boy's independant growth, "As the seed becomes to oak or the stream carves a canyon." He looks over the boy with his brown gaze, "I wish to understand what you are. What is a homunculus in your world? I have met ones of another world, but I suspect you are different, and they did not use that word."

    "As for your guardian, he is a very interesting man. And I can tell he is quite powerful. He will protect you well in this Multiverse." He pauses, "Companions are important."

Sieg (566) has posed:
    The analogies may or may not have flown over Sieg's head. He doesn't react to them, instead addressing the question of hard fact. It's an easy thing for him to address, because the intake of information is something that he does exquisitely. He takes a deep breath and says, "In this world, a person who is capable of doing magic is a human being who has what's called a magic circuit. It's kind of a part of your soul, and kind of a part of your biological make-up. If someone were somehow moved from one body to another, the body would take on the traits of the original." This seems to be a setup for the rest of what he has to say.

    "A homunculus," He goes on, "is an artificial human. But, instead of a person being born who happens to have a magic circuit, we are more like magic circuits that are in the shape of a person. Though, that doesn't mean we're not people exactly. It's just that our foundations are different from normal people. I was made just to be a battery, so I wasn't really made to survive. The ability to survive was given to me by somebody else."

    "A homunculus made without defects would just be a better human, but most of us are seriously defective in some way. In exchange for magic, for instance, we're not as physically strong. But, we're also fully realized as soon as we're made. That is... a homunculus who has become conscious is basically an adult no matter how young they are in years. I don't think I'm even a year old." He concludes, a little uncertainly. Apparently Sieg doesn't know his own 'birthday'.

Onikaze Kenshin (76) has posed:
    Kenshin politely listens and nods his head throughout this explanation. He knows there is no way his personal areas of focus would ever allow him to create any sort of life, much less something as complex as what Sieg is describing, "I see. That sounds like a very complex and elaborate process. Let me ask, do /you/ consider yourself defective? That will determine whether it is truly so." He inquires in a polite tone.

    He shuts his eyes for a few moments and there's a disconnected sort of magical floww hile he's letting his mind slip backwards along his own personal timeline, as if briefly experiencing the past. When he opens them again, he seems to have recalled what he wanted to and he says, "The one that taught you to survive. Was that Jean? Or was that the man whose name you took when he saved you?"

Sieg (566) has posed:
    "It's not really a matter of belief. When I was created, I was definitely defective. That is simply a fact. Now, I'm not defective at all, and that is also simply a fact. Or... at very least, I'm not as defective as I was." Sieg frowns at his broken hand, having paused his work to talk. "Not sure if I should've broken my hand this easily. It depends on what that thing was, and I'm not really sure of the details there. I guess most humans probably wouldn't be able to punch a monster, either, even if they have some tricks to use."

    Truthfully, he'd botched his trick. If he'd done it right, even though he broke his fist, the creature would have been stunned.

    Magic circuits activate, and the circles on his cast flare to life. It's hard to tell if there's an effect -- he just keeps talking while that happens, "Jean has been teaching me things, but I wouldn't say I know how to survive. The man who saved my life never really taught me anything. We were strangers, and he didn't really have a reason to save me. So I think he just did what he wanted regardless. I don't really understand him, but our natures are fundamentally different."

    "He'd already lived his life, and I... was just trying to keep what little of a life I'd have." Three years. It's not much, but it's still better than 'right now'.

Onikaze Kenshin (76) has posed:
    Kenshin is very interested to watch the spell on his arm be cast. Magic from other worlds can be fascinating, and at times enlightening, so he likes to see it in action. He speaks frankly while he watches, "He made a choice many would, and a choice that would confuse many. For all those who seek immortality, there are those that understand a life is to be lived. It is hardly considered a life if it is infinite. To have a life is one thing, to have an existence is another." It seems Kenshin can't stop himself from speaking in his philosophies.

    "That is... I mean to say," He furrows his brow, "Sacrificing a life well-lived for a life just beginning is not a hard choice when viewed by the right perspective." He clarifies as best he can, folding his hands in his lap.

    "So what led you and Jean to travel the road together?"

Sieg (566) has posed:
    The magecraft that Sieg performs is awful. It's not that he doesn't have the talent -- the fact that he can improvise it at all would be impressive. But he's about as efficient as a non-diesel eighteen wheeler. He just forces the issue by putting a lot of gas into it. It's an acceptable patch job, and it won't end up setting wrong, but he'd still be stupid to over-exert that hand right now. Might even be best to leave the cast on, though he probably won't. It's itchy and uncomfortable and it inhibits his movement. He'll have to figure out a better way to deliver a stunning blow.

    "I don't know what Saber was thinking. He didn't talk very much, and at the time my heart had been crushed. Maybe I'll dream about it, eventually..." It's a bit of a slip, but Sieg doesn't explain it. He dreams of Saber's past much like most masters dream of their servant's. In this regard, they have a strangely conventional relationship. It's just that Saber is gone now.

    Looks like he's going to try something else on his arm. He's trying to add new patterns to the circles.

    "Jean happened to be there when Saber died. I think he respected what he did, or... maybe I seemed useful. I don't know. We've been on the road together ever since. I decided to stay with him because he helped me, but I think I'm more of a burden than a help." Sieg raises his arm to indicate what he means by that.

Onikaze Kenshin (76) has posed:
    Kenshin lets out a contemplative 'mmn' noise as he considers what Sieg is saying, "You receive visions in your dreams?" He wonders, having experienced similar close to the end of his world, "They may guide you to answers, yes." He considers, looking slightly uncomfortable at the topic.

    "Perhaps he wishes you to be a friend." Kenshin posits the point bluntly, "It is the natural course to help those one wishes to be companions with."

Sieg (566) has posed:
    "Yes. Memories of the person who saved me, I think. I'm not sure how it works, but I don't think it's anything bad." Sieg doesn't seem concerned by this. Maybe it's just natural that the lingering thoughts of one who died on behalf of another would still be able to communicate with them, a little, in the end. The next spell gets cast -- it seems to be some kind of reinforcement. Calcium? Bones, probably. Might be better off just resting and drinking milk, though.

    His relationship with Rider gets a smile out of Sieg. It's a small one, and rather reserved. "Well, if that was his aim, I think he accomplished it a long time ago. I think it may just be that he's a good person, too. A lot of the heroes that are summoned are... well. Pretty old-fashioned." By which he means, pretty evil by the standards of modern mentality, and usually pretty violent. It's clear he's trying to say something pretty vulgar while being polite.

Onikaze Kenshin (76) has posed:
    "Old fashioned may mean a number of different things to different people," Kenshin says, slowly standing up, "But the old ways are not the best ways, sometimes. And it is good you found someone you consider trustworthy to protect you. I have one such person." He smiles in return, starting to dust himself off.

    "You should rest and refocus yourself," He notes, seeming concerned, "And do not be too concerned with who you are now, but rather who you will become. The crops of the summer take the rainfalls of spring to flourish." He helpfully points out in the vaguest possible analogy.

    "I should depart. I do not wish to hold you too long."

Sieg (566) has posed:
    "Uh..."

    Sieg remains quite confused about what he'd like to be in the future. People have said this sort of thing to him many times, and he still isn't sure what he wants to do with himself. Trying to just not die was as far as he got in the beginning. After a moment of thinking in silence, it's broken by Kenshin announcing that he needs to go.

    The homunculus stands, nodding. But he reaches into his coat and tugs out a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down on it. Tearing it off, he hands it to Kenshin, "Here. You can get in touch with me easier with that. I have a phone..." He takes out a small cellphone, that looks like it's designed to hook onto somebody's ear. The light on the front comes up, displaying the time.

    "-- crap. I need to go too, Jean will be wondering where I am. Talk to you later!" Like a child late for his curfew, Sieg waves his goodbye to Kenshin and disappears towards the path back out into the streets of Paris.