Throughout town, a cold breeze is blowing, whipping the last leaves of fall off the trees of Dynast City.  It's early November and there are only a few people still wandering the streets this late, bundled against the cold. Dynast City, despite its name, is more like a small town in the middle of nowhere where nothing is open past nine.  A victim of the economic crash, the town was once home to several factories and was more fitting of the title "city". Now it is home to several abandoned buildings, some of which still receive power and are frequented by vagrants and the occasional adventure seeking teenager. In a tranquil town like this, who would believe a war between Magi was about to begin.  As the clock tower in the middle of town rings midnight, a small explosion goes unnoticed in a small hotel room.<br/>-------------------------------------<br/>Undercover:<br/>As the smoke clears, a man adorned in jet black armor with purplish black hair complimented by handsome features steps forward and reaches his hand out to help you off the floor.  "Good evening Master. I am Lancer, your servant. Henceforth, I shall fight on your behalf in this war for the holy grail. Do you accept me as your servant?"<br/>--------------------------------<br/>Cmpuncle:<br/>The plane you've been flying on touches down on the ground. Having been delayed for the late arrival of an important passenger, many of your fellow passengers have gotten impatient.  When the doors open and everyone is allowed to leave, everyone crowds out into the aisles, preventing you from getting out before they do. In the midst of all those people, you glimpse one young man with blond hair and shocking blue eyes glaring right at you before he exits the plane.<br/>------------------------------<br/>Ninja:<br/>You are returning home from an errand that ran late. As you pass a woman, she gasps and asks if you are alright. Unnoticed, your right arm has begun to bleed and you're leaving a small trail of blood behind you. You recognize this as a sign your command seals are about to form, but the woman obviously does not. You are not far from home, yet the woman seems intent on making sure you're fine before letting you head there.<br/>---------------------------------<br/>???:<br/>A young male walks down a darkened alley. While not as dangerous as some cities at night, Dynast City is home to several gangs and unsavory types that would lurk in such a place.  As he's walking, his footsteps echo and reverberate in the confined space.  The splash of a puddle being stepped in causes the young male to pause as another young man steps out of the darkness.  The man is wearing loose fitting sweatpants, a muscle shirt (which emphasizes his athletic physique), and a bandage is wrapped around the entirety of his right arm and hand.  A scar runs down from his left temple, through his left eye, down to the cheek. It's obvious that eye was rendered useless several years prior.  The two males glare at each other as they pass, but neither makes a move to attack the other, though they both want to shove the other against the wall and give them a proper lesson.  "Chickening out," taunts the young male as the other man retorts, "don't feel like wasting my time on trash like you."<br/>Once again, they both resist the urge to attack the other, though they've both stopped in the middle of the alleyway backs to each other.<br/>"Once the seventh has been summoned, there won't be a reason to hold back anymore," the bandaged one comments.<br/>"No. There won't," replies the other male as they go their separate ways.