Geronimo

Geronimo In London

Geronimo:
Hm. A paved road.
A faint foul odor.

Geronimo:
No grass or earth. An ominous place covered with cold stones. I suppose even the fog that's been dirtied by science conceals magecraft.

Geronimo:
So this is 19th century London.
Truly distasteful. But not bad, either.

Mash:
Hm, Geronimo?
Which is it?

Geronimo:
I'm just saying it's not bad.
By the way, Master, sorry to trouble you.

Geronimo:
I'm sorry I was so selfish in asking you to come here.


Fujimaru 1:
I don't mind. But why?


Geronimo:
It's the home of modern magecraft, correct?
I never had a chance to cross the sea in my lifetime.

Geronimo:
Our magecraft and their magecraft split apart completely in history.

Geronimo:
On the other hand, there are many similarities as well. And let us set aside discussion of which is the original for the time being.

Geronimo:
I've always wanted to take a look.
Now, are there any rituals worthy of study...?

Geronimo:
Hm. But first, spirits.

Geronimo:
We often borrow the powers of spirits...but this is a low-class one.

Geronimo:
It never occurred to me that we would encounter such a spirit the instant we set foot here, though.

Geronimo:
I see London and death are quite...intimate in this time.

Mash:
U-um, if you would kindly help us fight...

Geronimo:
Fight? There is no reason not to just ignore something so weak...

Geronimo:
Weak. Fragile. Fleeting.

Geronimo:
It doesn't possess the strong emotions,
grudges, or regrets normally so important to ghosts.

Geronimo:
It likely died in a freak accident and something tied it to this place.

Geronimo:
And then I expect it was awoken by the demonic fog that blanketed the city.

Geronimo:
Besides, take a look at that insubstantial figure.
It is practically advertising its weakness.

Geronimo:
Honestly, it's not worth involving ourselves.
It may be a ghost, but it is hardly important.


Fujimaru 1:
Professor Geronimo?

Geronimo:
Oh. I see, I see. My apologies.
I may have provoked them a bit.

Geronimo:
They've all combined themselves to attack us.
They must really be angry.

Mash:
You're right. They're pretty angry.
To say it as Blackbeard might, they're triggered!


Fujimaru 2:
You did that on purpose.

Geronimo:
Well, yes. I suppose.

Geronimo:
To be honest, it'd be disingenuous of me to say I wasn't hoping for something like this.

Geronimo:
I wanted to see what an English ghost would do if they got serious.


Geronimo:
Either way, my apologies. I'd like you to accompany me in some, shall we say, ghost busting.

Mash:
Understood.
Master, your command, please!

--BATTLE--:

Geronimo:
I see, I see. There are exponentially more spirits here than in the land where I lived.

Geronimo:
...And I wonder what else is here?
Let's keep looking around.

Mash:
(Wow, Geronimo seems like he's having a good time. Is he the sort who's taken in by new and different things?)

Geronimo:
Ah. This bounded field technique is impressive! It's so intricately constructed, appropriate for a small island nation like this.

Geronimo:
It's like a fine Persian rug...such wonderful detail.

Geronimo:
The fields that we created were quite crude.
However, even if one is intricately constructed...

Geronimo:
Ah, yes. Unfortunately, the mage who constructed this seems to have been somewhat lacking in terms of power.

Geronimo:
If this is the best they could do, my field would still have been better.

Mash:
Wh-what are you doing!?

Geronimo:
Someone erected a field here, so I destroyed it.

Geronimo:
Now then.
Who or what will show up...

Mage:
Wh-who are you!? This is my territory! You just destroyed the concealment rite I worked so hard on!

Geronimo:
We are merely travelers. I see no sense in you putting a bounded field in a place like this.

Mage:
Wh-who the hell are you!?
You're a foreigner!

Geronimo:
In addition to that, I am not human. At least not anymore. Either way, you are also a budding mage.

Geronimo:
Am I correct in pointing out that you have already abandoned being human as well?

Mage:
Answer MY question!
Who the hell are you!?

Geronimo:
By the way, would you mind telling me why it is you put a field here?

Geronimo:
Hm, for example...

Geronimo:
Was your intention to conduct a sacrificial ritual using those children standing behind you?

Mage:
...!!!

Mash:
Sacrifices!?

Mage:
Hnh, unfortunate... I didn't want to involve tourists, but I cannot let you leave alive now.

Geronimo:
Oh, on the contrary.
This will have been your ill fortune.

Geronimo:
Had it been some other mage, they might have tried to steal the fruits of your efforts, but not likely impeded your progress.

Geronimo:
Or rather, if this was truly your territory,
they might have avoided this area all together.

Geronimo:
Wherever you may go, most people prefer to avoid conflict with people with whom they have no connection.

Geronimo:
However, unfortunately for you, the ones who happened by were myself and my Master.

Geronimo:
I am afraid we are not good enough mages to allow such egregious behavior to go ignored.

Geronimo:
That, in turn, means that you have no opportunity to explain yourself or negotiate.

Geronimo:
You must die right here.

Mage:
The hell I will!!!

Mash:
He transformed!?

Geronimo:
I see, I see. How fitting in a city like London.
He's a werewolf.

Geronimo:
However, this is merely a superficial transformation using newer magecraft techniques.

Geronimo:
His kind is nothing compared to the Phantasmals who are said to have lived since the Age of Gods.

Geronimo:
The coyote from my nation would be a better adversary. Well, if he intends to fight, I have no choice.

Geronimo:
Let's muzzle this beast, shall we? Here, boy.

--BATTLE--:

Geronimo:
And that's that.

Mage:
Gargh... Im...possible...I worked...so hard...

Mage:
My clan's oldest wish... The recreation of a Divine Beast... To be hindered...at the first step...

Geronimo:
I warned you. The structure of your rite was composed poorly. Now, let's release the children.

Geronimo:
No...they would be terrified by the sight of me.
I believe you are best fit for the job. If you would, Master. I leave it to you.


Fujimaru 1:
What!?


Mage:
Why...you...!
Then I have no choice but to offer my own life...!

Geronimo:
A summoning circle!
Take care, Master! Something's coming forth!

Mage:
Devour my own life and answer my call!

Geronimo:
I see.
This is due to the disorder in the ages.

Geronimo:
Even in a modern time like this one, the instability in the world is enough to allow for the summoning of ancient beasts!

Mage:
I am...not a fool...! I am the smartest in my village...a genius bursting with knowledge...!

Mage:
And this is proof!
Now my clan's wishes will be fulfilled!

Mage:
No...I was trying to...call forth...something more divine...!

Geronimo:
Fool. An attempt to summon a Divine Beast in a London where the foundations of humanity are so unstable is doomed to failure!

Geronimo:
The only possible result would be monsters drenched in blood, full of rage...

Mage:
How embarrassing... I want to go back to my village... You...mage...I have a favor to ask...

Mage:
Please...get rid of...that...
We never meant...to plunge the world...into chaos...

Geronimo:
I have no arguments there.
You just rest in peace now.

Mage:
...

Geronimo:
Hmph. What a selfish mage. But now that he summoned that thing, we need to deal with it.

Geronimo:
It certainly doesn't appear that we'll be able to reason with it and convince it to return whence it came. That being the case, Master...

Geronimo:
We shall shine the dazzling brightness of the sun into London's night and incinerate all that is evil.

Geronimo:
I'm going to use my Noble Phantasm!
Master, I'm leaving the moment to unleash it up to you!

Geronimo:
...Let's go!

--BATTLE--:

Geronimo:
It's finally over.
I was sadly unable to complete my tour of London.

Geronimo:
We should lightly hypnotize the children and send them home with no memory of this.

Geronimo:
We wouldn't want them to draw a mage's attention by mentioning anything strange, would we?

Geronimo:
The bigger issue is...

Geronimo:
Whenever I hypnotize someone,
I must use cigarettes to do so...

Geronimo:
But you say that underage children mustn't smoke, yes?


Fujimaru 1:
Definitely not.


Geronimo:
That is quite the conundrum.
I suppose I should consult with Miss Da Vinci on this.