Log-Complete.

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When; Monday afternoon.
Rating; PG-13.
Characters; Caterina Sforza (milanbutterfly), Tres Iqus (juste_ultionis) & Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer (rozenmagician).
Summary; Isaak guides Caterina through several spots of the city. Tres stalks guards his Duchess.
Log;
Tic-tic-tic-

The noise stopped as soon Isaak summoned kohoruto to keep him company. The adorable, ravenous monsters growled and followed him through the shadows of his tidy laboratory, pushing the madding, incessant ticking out the Magician’s mind.

It was not the noise itself what disturbed Kämpfer or the possible countdown linked to the carousel. No, those things were meaningless currently, low priorities in his thoughts. The unnerving aspect was that each tic represented a second and made Isaak aware of time itself.

He who had chosen to forget the pass of time.

Self-absorbed as he normally was in his research, Isaak had been anticipating his appointment with the lovely Duchess Sforza. He had already bathed and chosen a proper outfit to stroll with the Iron Lady through the streets of the charming but nonsensical city. He still wore black but a still wore black, but a virgin wool gabardine with a grey tweed vest beneath instead of his Order uniform. The squared, small spectacles on his nose aided to project the perfect gentleman image he sought to maintain.

They would attend to a quiet place, Isaak had planned. None of the sultry and dangerous underworld whose sights were terrible for a lady of her rank. Not on this occasion at least. He would have plenty opportunities to show the Duchess all the attractions hidden in the town.

Abruptly, two of his kohoruto rushed towards the main door, scratching the wood blindly. Cocking an eyebrow, Isaak’s lips curved into a small smile. There she was. His servants had sensed her. They would recognise her. With a snap of his fingers, the beasts were gone. He opened the door and held it, inclining forward on a bow before Caterina had a chance to announce her presence.

“What a coincidence, Duchess of Milan. Good afternoon.”

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[milanbutterfly.livejournal.com]

Her expression shifted, "Yes. I am." Alessandro was but a child and she worried that Francesco would try to darken the pure spirit that he posessed. Alessandro was the perfect pope, good hearted, giving, generous and pure. Then inclined her head, "Your distraction was purposeful, you are studying the rain of eggs?"

Eyes widened and her head shot up, "Kampfer! You have been here before?" then allowed her expression to return to normal, "I see, you remember nothing? A pity, I am sure you are as eager as myself to return." Caterina returned the egg to him, "Open it, or have your shadows do so to ensure you do not lose a hand. That would make your laboratory work more difficult, I imagine. I believe from Tres' display that this egg will not be harmful, and he has already shot open enough of them for this evening."

[rozenmagician.livejournal.com]

Isaak nodded, his expression still guarded to speak about his previous experience in this world. “I recall the city spots quite well, Duchess. And a seller called Dorian…” he paused, narrowing his grey eyes. “She gave me a key out. To your world. In exchange of something precious. I don’t remember the process and how the key looked like, I’m afraid. Possibly the woman took those memories. I would advise against dealing with her. I had heard rumours of deserters who managed to escape freely.”

“I’m afraid that I did not see Iqus’ display to hazard a guess about the nature of the eggs,” Isaak pointed out, taking the egg and scrutinizing all details. Shape, weight, texture. “Missing limbs aren’t an issue for me,” he reminded her. He had lost his arm fighting Nightroad once but he could attach them nicely and unlike Cain, his body did not deteriorate.

Carefully, Panzer Magier cracked the top of shell with his thumb, the rest of the egg dissolved in lightning of fireworks and perfumed glitter that stained his right glove pink. When the lights faded, a sparkling red rose rest where the egg had been.

“That was different,” he commented, disgruntled by the new colouration of his cloth. He promptly removed and changed for a fresh, white one. Storing away that mild irritation, Isaak offered the rose to Caterina. “This must be for you, Duchess.”

[[OOC: Sorry I jumped you Tres. You went off line. :/]].

[milanbutterfly.livejournal.com]

"Ah yes, one day you must tell me what exactly you are, Kampfer, to be able to regenerate your limbs. And your age," Caterina replied. "Though I imagine that is a long time off."

She fell silent, watching as he opened the egg and witheld an amused chuckle at the glittery perfume staining his glove pink. Accepting the rose with grace, her fingers brushed his once more and she smiled, "No thorns." Then looked at the rose, "Such a trivial thing to be a gift from the heavens of this world."

But much to the contrary of her words, Caterina kept the rose safetly with her and did not cast it aside. Were she prodded for an answer, she would simply say that she did not know why, but part of her felt compelled to keep the precious object.

"Different, but not unpleasant, I imagine growing your hand back would have been an annoyance," Then inclined her head, "My winded state has passed, shall we continue on the walk?" And offered her hand, the one not holding the rose.

[rozenmagician.livejournal.com]

“What I am?” Isaak asked, cocking an eyebrow arrogantly. “What and not who, Cardinal? Hmm. Should I feel insulted?”

He watched her intensely, noticing that Caterina tucked the rose safely despite her dismissing words. He was flattered at her gesture. How easily indulged he found himself tonight. Sentimentalism, Dietrich was correct, he was growing sentimental with age.

“Trivial but beautiful. Mustn’t a devout Christian enjoy the little, pretty things life offers?” questioned Isaak with a humorous voice. He did, after all, and he was no longer a fervent follower of any religion in particular.

Upon her request to continue, Isaak rose and offered her a hand down. “Certainly, if you are certain. I will extend you an invitation to the city best café after the tour is over. The meals are childish in appearance but taste like heaven.”