Sakura scenes with someone outside the Fate cast! (Well, completely anyway)
Who: TSAB Master Sergeant Christoph "wo mein Bier ist" Schmidt and Sakura Matou
Where: Master Adjutant's Office, IPA HQ
When: May 14th? 2009 (note: takes place shortly before the Big Gil Fight)
What: Christoph Schmidt summoning Sakura Matou for unexpected reasons.
Watch For: Belkan drinking laws
IPA Military Adjutant's Office
A largish office/conference room well-furnished with holographic displays and tables for meetings. The desk at the back of the room has a computer on it that looks oddly unused, along with stacks of printouts and folders. The nameplate reads: MSgt CHRISTOPH SCHMIDT, TSAB, IPA SWAT. And the door, indeed, has a hastily added IPA SWAT COMMAND sign beneath the Adjutant plate.
Contents:
Christoph Schmidt
Sakura Matou
It has been a brief time after Rin's latest encounter with Gilgamesh, and thus a little bit longer after Christoph's own encounter with the same King of Heroes. Following up on a recommendation from Rin during the course of planning that recon mission, he has sent an informal invitation to Sakura to come by his office after his patrol hours whenever she might be able to visit.
Today, the door to his office is closed, but the blinds are opened, revealing the light on inside. If one wishes to peek through, it will show the occupant seated at his desk at the inner office. The meeting area just within the door is currently not in use, though a holographic display does appear to be turned on, showing a planet of some sort hovering over the conference table.
Christoph himself appears to be studying some reports, brow wrinkled slightly as he pages through a glut of information in the datapad he holds. So much to do, so little time. As always.
For the young magus, the past few days were slightly dizzy. She'd learned of Rin's injuries, and was in shock to hear it was that bad - but had recovered quickly. The invitation from the IPA Adjutant was unexpected, but she'd intended to see this "Master Sergeant Christoph Schmidt." He had been, after all, one of the first wave of victims of Gilgamesh' actions. It just hadn't been able to happen yet.
And now there was this. Rin hospitalized, thankfully not critically, and one further case of Gil's victims. A berserk, uncontrollable Servant was one that she felt responsible for, and she looked forward for her sister's intended sealing of the Tower of Karazahn. Her duty is simple, and clear, and she moves to carry it out.
She makes concessions to summer, a puffed-sleeve shirt and slightly shorter skirt than usual to deal with the heat. At least in Fuyuki; the IPA building is a little cooler and she slightly regrets not bringing a sweater along. But she soon finds herself in front of Master Sergeant Schmidt's office, catching a glimpse of him through the window. He appears quite busy, and the hand raised to knock pauses - he wouldn't actually /want/ to see her, would he? And she'd be interrupting...
...but no, his invitation simply told her to be here now. And a Matou wouldn't keep someone waiting, so the raised hand knocks delicately against the frame of the door. It's soft, not disturbing him if he's truly busy, but enough to hear if he's not. One simple way of judging his work.
Even if Rin had vouched immensely for him, and his kindness...trepidation still reigns in the heart of the diminutive magus.
There is a pause of a couple seconds after the knock. Then, a muffled but still distinct voice comes through the door: "Komm. It is open."
Upon entering, Sakura will get to see more of the office: in front, the meeting area, with the large conference table and chairs arranged around it, with the nondescript image of a clouded planet hovering over it. From the looks of things, it was used recently--there are some papers on the table, right in front of where the chairs have been pushed back and away, along with a mostly-empty pitcher of water and glasses, a bit of condensation pooling around each of them. There are cabinets and smaller tables arranged around, along with yet more display equipment and stuff germane to the daily life of a tactical officer.
And further back, through a glass partition demarcating the inner office, there is Christoph, who is standing up from his desk to greet his visitor. The door, clear like the walls, is open. A few potted plants can be seen within; behind the desk are some certificates mounted, along with a curious large helmet with scorch marks on it. And back in the corner--is that a cot? He likely does spend a few late nights here....
"Fräulein Matou?" he says, upon seeing the girl come into sight. "Gut, you received my message. Komm in, have a seat."
The voice she hears bears, thankfully, a relatively familiar and arguably friendly accent. Hearing the tones of Ivalice, the accent of the Dynasts, or a host of other strange burrs and lilts, it was a pleasing moment to hear a voice in the language her sister used for the casting of spells. She'd heard that the father of Tohsaka magecraft had studied under Kishua Schweinorg Zelretch, and that the errant German was still the Wizard Marshal of the Mages' Association - and one of a microscopic group that Rin respected at the Clock Tower.
That alone was more than enough. A soft "Yes, sir" slips out of her mouth, and she quietly opens the door to the anteroom. It seemed to be set up like a small conference room, setting out an even more private room deeper within that was clearly Schmidt's own. It was, she thought, rather reminiscent of her grandfather's house, with its layers of guest rooms and meeting rooms that slowly let one penetrate inward. Even still, only the most trusted were allowed into his private rooms, and the Adjutant's organization struck her in its similarity.
It didn't help calm her nerves much.
She doesn't look at the papers; society insists that she doesn't even see them - they're not there as far as she's concerned. And the rest of it is left to its own devices as well, instead she quietly glides further inwards and crosses the inner threshold. Agrias' office is the first thing that flashes into her mind, and she can't help the mental comparison seeing the damaged helmet. Even if she doesn't officially take notice of it, not unless he points it out.
A nod, followed by a deep bow as he speaks. "Yes, ah, herr Master Sergeant." She doesn't know the German names for the rank structures, but tries to at least honor the man's background and accomplishment. Sakura quickly makes way to the chair in front of his desk, looking up at the taller man and seeing his face, and sits before him. "Ah...I did, yes, get your message. I...I wanted to thank you, for s-saving Rin..." Besides the light stutter, there's no real sign of the fear she'd felt on Sakura's face. If there was one thing she was good at, it was self-control. She had to be. She had nothing else, after all.
Were he to know about it, Christoph might be a little amused that his Belkan accent, at once alien and familiar to those from Earth, is a thing comforting to a Japanese girl. Whether or not he'd show it, that is another matter.
Upon hearing the 'sir' (yes, he heard it through the door, or rather, through the sound system that lets him know what's going on outside when he's sitting all the way back at his desk), he quickly shakes his head. "Nein, not 'sir'. Am enlisted. Call me by rank, oder just name." Yes, he will insist on this, even though he is doing a job that is usually entrusted to officer types. Such are the fortunes of working in the IPA.
He remains standing, waiting for the girl to reach the inner office. "Wilkommen," he repeats. For a moment, perhaps his eyes narrow a fraction at the girl's unease, but that is but a fraction--both the movement and the moment. He acknowledges the bow with a salute, not a fully formal one with flourishes, but something efficient yet still polite, for a 'civilian' member of the IPA.
A quiet nod at her gratitude. "Of course. Fräulein Tohsaka ist a valuable member of the IPA, und a good person from what I have seen. Please, have a seat." He gestures to the two chairs set in front of the desk--functional and comfortable enough. Again a brief pause at the stutter. "Be at ease, Fräulein, all ist well." Right? Sakura doesn't happen to bring news of Gilgamesh having snuck into the IPA to deliver flowers personally to Saber or anything? The Syndicate hasn't made off with the Grail? The Bier hasn't run out in the canteen?
He waits for Sakura to sit before doing the same himself. "Have some drinks...water, coffee, soda...if you like. Make yourself comfortable, Fräulein--just wish to meet you and speak with you a little."
Sometimes, perhaps, when Creation does something it likes it does it again. Were Sakura aware of Belka's origins, and history compared to Germany, she might ask Zelretch of the truth of such things. As it is, the strangely familiar accent relaxes her slightly.
The violet-haired girl is surprised by his salute, and slightly widening eyes acknowledge the unexpected compliment. And nods, again, at his gentle admonition of enlisted and officer treatment. "Ah...I'm sorry, I see. Er, Master Sergeant Schmidt, then, if that's alright...I apologize." She'd known that magi insisted on titles, but never met anyone who insisted on not a title. Then again, perhaps his military rank were such, and he simply wanted to avoid confusion? Such was the dilemma of civilians who had met those who work for a living in the armed services, as opposed to officers.
After the correction, Sakura enjoys the rather comfortable chair. Smaller than its typical occupant, she finds it a nice fit and the concessions to ergonomics pleasant. "Ah...no, no that's alright, but thank you..." She holds up one hand, politely and close to her chest, to wave off the offer. "I'm alright, and...ah, yes, everything is well." Sure, well, Rin's in the hospital and a maniac Servant is on the loose, all because you failed utterly in the Grail War.
Banishing the errant cruel thought, Sakura continues. "I see...er, what...did you want to talk about?" Her own desire to speak with him can wait; his business is important - if he has time she'll bring it up later but it's not worth interrupting the Adjutant over.
The ways of the military are perhaps a bit odd. Men such as Christoph take pride in their theoretically lower status. 'Don't call me sir; I work for a living.' Besides, in practical terms, a freshly minted second lieutenant would outrank Christoph, but a Master Sergeant with nearly a decade of exemplary service is going to command much more respect and authority on the field.
But that is not the current item of concern. "All right. Mmm. First, wanted to welcome you to the IPA. We are busy people, but should be polite when given the opportunity." He affords Sakura a quick smile, something not too often seen on him while he's on duty. But, as he said, time to be polite. "Have met and worked with Fräulein Tohsaka already, which you know. She mentioned you as a gut Freundin...friend und also valuable resource. Especially für...." He gestures a little vaguely. "Gilgamesh."
He sits back a little in his chair and looks thoughtfull at the girl. "You are also a mage? Magus? Have seen some of Tohsaka's ability. Wondering what yours might be like."
A nod, as Schmidt explains. "Thank you. Ah, I think...that even busy people are polite; I've met Vanguard Captain Oaks already." She doesn't go into detail of the reasons for the meeting, Chris will find out soon enough. Sakura has her apologies to make to him as well, for the same reasons. But he goes on, to explain about Rin.
Christoph's smile is returned, though not in a large way. Sakura is still somewhat understated, and trying not to call too much attention to herself. And was certainly never beautiful enough for a large, wide smile anyway. "Ah if...you don't mind, may I ask..." She searches for the words, those distant eyes glancing away and growing even more distant. "Er, what things have you worked on...together?" She's curious; Rin had mentioned the Master Sergeant before and her younger sister had heard something in her voice.
She's just curious, and imagines there's little that the older man can tell her. But, those violet eyes are curious, and she also wants to learn more about the IPA.
Though a moment of surprise goes through her at Schmidt's mention of being a friend--and of Gilgamesh. And those violet eyes of hers, matching that strange and unnaturally faded shade of her hair, blink hard as he mentions her deepest secret. She starts at the end, answering his last question first.
"Ah...er, yes, that is, I am...a magus." Yeah right. "I'm still in training, though; Rin is teaching me the basics. I'm not very good, to be honest...Rin is much better." Well, her sister did have ten years of learning that Sakura lacked, and ten years of being treated like a human being. "My own ability? Er, well...it's not much, to be honest, I'm pretty limited even in what I can do..." Demonstrating this would probably not be very good; the most she could reliably generate would be a small cloud in his office. Raining on his paperwork would be, to put it mildly, bad.
"Though...Gilgamesh." She frowns, looking away in embarassment. "He...er...Rin said that you had fought him, and had saved her from him. I...I wanted to ask if you know what a Servant is?" She says the word quietly, but with a lot of power; it's a word that means much more to her than it would to anyone else. Sakura presses on, though, explaining in a quiet voice. The man already was aware that both she and Rin were magi, such a violation of the secrecy of the Association would bring death to them all - but perhaps here the Association does not reach.
"A spirit, a powerful one...legends of warriors and kings, from ancient times, on Earth...they're part of a ritual, where I come from. To gain the Holy Grail, a...an artifact that can grant a wish. Of...ah, of anything."
While to Christoph's eyes, there are none as beautiful as Meliadoul, but Sakura would certainly qualify as very pretty. Perhaps she puts him in mind of Annika, his goddaughter, still only seven years old now. At any rate, the man nods slowly, and obliges her request. "Ach, well, not much. Yet. Mission to Karazhan is only operation I have carried out with her so far. Spoken to her for planning purposes specifically, und also conversation on radio. Karazhan...were going to gather information on Gilgamesh, but was cut short when he came und found us first. Very short fight afterward, Hauptmann Nanoha Takamachi inflicted heavy damage und had to be evacuated."
He now grimaces a slight bit. "Was back in Midchilda für briefing, met with our High Command when Tohsaka was hurt. Am sorry I was not there to help." A quick shake of the head. He read the report of that battle, which was really quite impressive. "Hopefully will be able to assist next time...."
Once more, he falls quiet to let Sakura speak, quietly nodding as she describes her status as a mage. "Keep training. Am sure you have much potential, just has to be...unlocked. Can see your abilities another time; do not worry." Another pause. "Servant? Have read Tohsaka's report, ja. Saw firsthand how much power they have." His eye twitches as he recalls the sensation of growing energy that he could feel even through the latent magic suffusing everything around the tower. "Gott in Himmel. The Grail...anything? Wirklich? Really?" There is the unmistakable look of skepticism on his face now, but then he shrugs. "Suppose anything can appear on different planes."
He takes a breath, lets it out. "You are prepared to face this Gilgamesh? In battle, if necessary? Using your powers?"
Sakura is easily capable of seeing beauty in others. She's simply seen herself spread naked on a stone altar of sorts, while...things were done to her. And that was before her brother had his way. Seeing herself through that filter of filth and blood and horror clouds her vision internally as much as it appears to be distant externally. Though those same distant eyes watch Christoph as he speaks, picturing what it must look like from the way Rin described it. But she hadn't mentioned the skirmish with Gil.
Perhaps that's what drew him to Fuyuki. That, or his desire for nostalgia. Sakura doesn't know; she doesn't remember the Golden King from her rescue by Rin, Saber, and Shirou.
But this 'Hauptmann Takamachi' that Christoph mentioned catches her attention. She isn't fully sure, but from his words takes it that she'd been badly injured in the fight and had been hospitalized. She'd seen the name on the list, but Nanoha was someone she hadn't been able to track down. She files the name and the reason in her soul, memorizing another victim of Gilgamesh's rampage.
"I see...I would like, if it's okay, to speak with Hauptmann Takamachi." That name, at least, she knows perfectly - it's so obviously Japanese it almost hurts. Another countryman, perhaps even a fellow magus. "I want...to apologize to her." It's an unexpected admission, to be sure. But Sakura has a duty to those who were victimized by the errant demigod, even if she has no idea of what his powers truly are. She believed, though, in Rider, and believed she was truly powerful. And had failed her, just as she'd done so many other times.
The enlisted man then asks about the Grail. "Yes...ah, yes, it can. It's...it's part of a ritual, called the Heaven's Feel." Such a strange name in English, but two and a half centuries ago the Kirishitan Tohsaka may have had something to do with that. It's a mystery lost to the ages of time. "The Grail...it can grant wishes, and appears every sixty years." Except that it had appeared ten years later, but the Matou experiment has no idea of the true history of what happened ten years ago - only that her time was due, and that Zouken had his intents.
She sees the skepticism, and continues on. "It's very powerful, but...ten years ago, when it appeared once, noone won. And there was a great fire, at the end of the ritual, that destroyed half of a city. Then...it appeared again, a few months ago." The magus lets her eyes slip downwards. "I was part of it, part of...the ritual. I summoned a Servant, as well, but...she wasn't successful." Rider died, consumed by Saber's Noble Phantasm, failing only because Sakura had failed her first. One blink out of place, ever so slightly harder than the others, is the only signal of Sakura's sense of loss.
Schmidt's answer comes, albeit couched in an apology he very likely wasn't expecting. "And because I wasn't successful...because R-Rider lost, I...I failed to stop Gilgamesh. And his attacks...are my responsibility. My family, the Matous, are...are originators of the Grail War. Servants wouldn't exist...if we hadn't created them. I...I'm sorry, Master Sergeant. But my power...my power isn't strong enough to do anything, to him. I can't..." Her voice trails off, finding herself in the conundrum of the damned. But it doesn't matter; someone as filthy in their soul as she is only deserves what happens to her. Even from the enlisted IPA man before her.
Christoph blinks a moment when Sakura asks to see Nanoha. But then he nods. "Of course. Not sure why you need to apologize.... Can leave her a note, for you." He reaches to the side, touches a pocketwatch with a green gem set into the lid with a finger. The gem flashes, and words in a gothic script appear on it briefly. "Am sure she would be glad to meet you. Close to you in age, actually." There probably won't be any befriending involved. Probably.
He listens quietly some more, as she describes the Grail, the ritual involved, and more of her world's ways. "Interesting," he muses, not looking the least bit surprised that a city burned as a result of Heaven's Feel. He is all too familiar with those levels of power, after all.
He nods again, apparently not having picked up on that moment of sorrow. And then--he blinks again, slowly. This was, indeed, something unexpected. "Really," he says, almost drawling the word. Then he sighs heavily. "Ach. Fräulein, it...what do they say? Die Sünden des Vaters...sins of the father? Your family created them. Not you. Instead, you tried to stop them, ja? Is to your credit. Your power not strong enough? Not now. But that can change. Und you also have our power now."
He stands up, almost abruptly, walks over toward the refrigerator. The refrigerator which...has a tap sticking out of the top. He grabs a mug, glances at the clock on the wall, mumbles something about 'close enough', and proceeds to fill the mug. It is, indeed, Bier, and this is a kegerator. "Fräulein, you are too young für displaced guilt. Und if you feel guilt für failing to stop Gilgamesh...still too young. Gilgamesh ist ein verrückter Ficker. Also very, very powerful. Would not expect you to stop him alone." He comes back to the desk with the filled mug, but does not drink from it--only sits down and places it on his desk and sits again. "You did survive an encounter with him. You are young, but not...ah...untested. You have an opportunity to try again. Und this time, we will beat him."
Now he lifts his mug to drink, then pauses. "You sure you do not want any?" His eyes glance downward at his mug to indicate he is talking about that. "Ist gut. From meine Onkel's Bräuerei. Brewery. On home planet, Valhalla." And in Belkan cultures, there is no drinking age.
Nanoha of Sakura's age? That's interesting...though, Agrias had mentioned the IPA recruited from everywhere, and sought talent more than anything else. "Ah...if that's okay, thank you..." She watches, entranced, as the gem displays a barely visible text. The girl can't read it from the angle she sits at, but it's clear that it's something that catches her eye. Her sister would, of course, be amazed as well and demand to know how it's done. Perhaps she already has figured it out; the younger of the Tohsaka siblings isn't aware of the depth of the elder's knowledge and skill.
Befriending Sakura? She's not aware of the kind that Christoph thinks of, but would not imagine that any such thing would happen in the literal meaning if he had referenced it. Glad to meet her, perhaps, but that might just be the IPA's courtesy to others - whether they deserved it or not.
"I....I didn't try to. I couldn't. And...I w-wanted to win the Grail...myself." She'd wondered, at the time, what her Wish should be. Zouken had his own orders, but there was some small part of her that defied him inside and wanted something much more personal. To erase the last ten years and trade places with her sister, and see the Tohsaka heiress thrown into the pit of evil that she suffered through. And had spent the last five months crushing thoughts like those, despite their continuing reappearance.
The sins of the father? The IPA agent is so much closer to the truth than he knows, but Sakura isn't an easy one to convince. Especially as... "I still...let them do things, and...and I summoned a Rider-class Servant myself. I didn't have to, not really...Grandfather could have himself. But..." But Sakura was given the taste of power, the chance for vengeance, and took it.
Then she looks up. Our power? He can't be serious...but he goes on, and she's not sure anymore. He fought Gilgamesh. So did Nanoha, and Agrias, and others. And while none of them are Servants, none of them on the level of the personified legends of Heroes that made the very earth itself tremble in their time...they've fought him, and lived. All that she knows tells her these people should be slaughtered, annihilated under the fury of mythology brought real...but yet they live, and do not cower. Do not fall back. They come to it again, and again, and in their defiance grow stronger.
An image of a youth climbing a fence sparks into her mind, and she realizes she did too.
The Master Sergeant will see those eyes more distant than usual, as he looks up from his mug. And those eyes eventually come back, just a little bit more than before, and look up to meet his own. "I...I want to..to take it. And to win." The words slip out, almost without her realizing it, and an expression of surprise - complete with an embarassed blush - settles in, and she dives her face down. "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
But he gives her an out. And well, a little can't be all bad...she certainly can't refuse if he's insisted. Politeness demands it, especially when it's from his family's own brauhaus. And she's got a little alcohol tolerance, having served (and been paraded before) Zouken's few friends in the Association. "Ah, that is, perhaps just...a little bit." Still embarassed, she can't help much more than a quiet, mouse-like voice in response to his own.
To be sure, Nanoha is an exceptional person in their home plane. As is Fate, her best friend, and Hayate, the third of the Aces. Christoph is probably more to the norm, for the TSAB. But everyone once in a while, you get these sorts of geniuses, the naturally gifted. And they have the fortune to have three of them at once. And while they may seem like soft targets to Sakura, all of them--Christoph included--are rather tougher that they might appear. Even placed against one such as Gilgamesh.
Balmung quietly works on fashioning a message for Nanoha while Christoph continues. "You were placed in that position. Only natural to try to win the...contest. It is...." He shakes his head. "Not relevant anymore. In the past. The present, you should worry about that...." He trails off, studies Sakura as it appears that some thought has just struck her. Interesting. He watches her for a few moments, waiting to see what sort of revelation she might have just arrived at.
"Nein, nein, no matter." He waves off the moment of spacing out; it's not really that important. He is curious what it might ahve been about, but time will reveal it soon enough, no doubt. And then, he smiles again, when she accepts his offer of a drink. "Sehr gut." He stands, grabs another mug, a smaller one, and fills it up with the golden, frothy drink. "Hier. Prost," he says, raising up his glass in a toast. "To a successful career für you in the IPA, Fräulein Matou." Chug.
The four of them - Nanoha, Fate, Hayate, and Chris - would by simple fact of their continued existence be stronger than they look, and stronger than Sakura knows people should be. Even a professional magus would be hard-pressed against a Servant; it would require significant tactical ability and a great ambush to do real damage. For Nanoha to have directly fought Gilgamesh is...admittedly, hard for her to accept, but had that not happened she'd not be talking to the Belkan but instead his replacement.
This was a stranger place than she'd expected.
"The past..." His words are echoed, as things crystallize inside her. And this is the present. The past is what it is, and while it formed her, it no longer controls her. The fact that the Tohsaka household, though halved from its size ten years ago, is reunited shows one part of that. And the present has much, much more than enough of its own dangers and fears to be dealt with. Gilgamesh among them, though as well her assignment to learn more about the gates - to study them, and determine the source of their function - be it the Second Magic or anything else. And to develop her own skills as well.
A little bit relieved at his passing off of her moment of impoliteness, Sakura sighs a bit. For her, it was a new realization that there is a power in defiance, a strength in fighting back against something, and a purpose...as well as a pool to draw strength from. Just as she'd found the key to her continued survival of the Matou family through the actions of a young Shirou Emiya, she realizes that the Belkan soldier is as well a source of inspiration...and of strength.
Prost - she's heard Zouken use that term before, when she'd served. Once, anyway, but his lessons were ones that were never forgotten. A soft, demure "Prost." echoes his, as she sips the beer. Bitter, and dark...rather reminiscent of herself. Not something sweet to keep around, not something people would normally want to enjoy perhaps...but then she finds herself coughing and making a terrible mess at his last thing. Don't blindside the poor girl! Aaah, it's on her skirt...
There are just so many very possibilities beyond the Gates, aren't there? Of course, it goes the other way around--what Gilgamesh is capable of, the sheer quantity of magical energy that he holds within himself at what is basically a resting state--that is not something that the Midchildan mages can ignore, themselves. It is quite significant, quite impressive and even a little scary to them. Not that they would admit the last, particularly Christoph.
"Ja, the past," Christoph repeats back to Sakura. Has she gotten it? Hopefully she has. Like her, he has had his own demons to conquer, the things that hung over him from days gone by. The metal hand is, if not directly connected to his late brother, certainly reflective of one aspect of it all. He sits back, smiles again slightly, though for a different reason now.
So then, the toast is offered, the delicious drink is quaffed. Christoph lets out a small, satisfied sigh as he puts down his mug. Er...whoops. "Ach...it is a strong one. Sorry." He leans turns in his chair, opens a cupboard, rummages around, and pulls out some paper towels. "Hier, Fräulein." He almost gingerly passes them over to her; he's not the type to try to help wipe it up--especially since it's actually gotten on her, and her clothes.
He waits for the moment to pass, and then, carefully, asks: "Na ja.... So, then, do you have any questions für mich? About the plans, about IPA, IPA SWAT...TSAB, my world, my magic?" A lot of options, certainly.
Has she? Not entirely, but there are cracks forming in the psychological cement that buries Sakura under a decade of torture and abuse and experimentation. Ones that were there previously, admittedly, but have expanded drastically. Demons such as this are not slain by one single pep talk, but at the same time it's the single step of Lao Tzu that has happened here. And that, at least, is something.
The metal hand she'd seen, but yet not seen at the same time. It moves, obviously, far better than any prosthetic on Earth and is a little bit reminiscent of the work she'd heard in puppetry from her own homeland - Tohko Aozaki may be a recluse, but the Red is still well known and spoken of often among the Association. Could it be something similar? Perhaps...there was so much about the IPA and its people, as well as the Gates themselves and the world they led to, that left her in wonder.
Gratefully, though, she accepts the napkins. And whispers to herself a small spell, one of the basics of moving liquids. She applies the paper to the cotton of her skirt as she finishes, coaxing - nothing more, she lacks the control and skill for that - the spilled liquid upward onto the napkin. Chris might hear the incantation, and may sense it, but...well, he did ask. After a few seconds, she holds up the napkins. "Ah...you, er, did ask...what I can do." It's clear the napkin has absorbed the spilled beer, and while that may be perfectly normal - there's nothing left behind on her skirt. Not that a gentleman like Chris would stare at Sakura's legs, mind you, but he would notice that the cotton is indeed quite dry. Perhaps slightly dusty looking...
"I'm only good with water...liquids, things like that. The..er, other parts of beer...I think I'll still need to wash it, but at least..." At least it won't smell. Won't that be wonderful, showing up at home and Rin finding out she has been with Master Sergeant Christoph Schmidt of the IPA...and smelling like beer. "It should be okay, though. Ah...though...we're not allowed to show others, what we can do..." The warning of her training comes a moment too late, but then again Schmidt is much like a magus himself - perhaps would be, were they all on Earth instead of...elsewhere.
"Thank you, though...ah, I d-didn't mean to spill it, and I'm sorry." Another blush, embarassment still, as she gives a small apologetic bow. "But..." She looks up, letting her eyes meet his - and taking the mug again, just to hold it and not apparently refuse the gift - "Ah...the IPA, and...er, I know a little about them, but...what is the TSAB?" She's not heard of this organization; his mention of it was the first she'd heard of those particular initials. And she's curious, as well, to learn more of what kind of person he and Nanoha are. She does indeed want to know about Gilgamesh, but feels it's better to let the Belkan explain more first.
A few cracks in the psychological barrier are a start, at least. Christoph would be content with that sort of progress for now. Rome was not built in a day, and indeed this young woman is not going to be healed of her scars over a relatively brief talk like this one. And he really isn't going to try--what's more important, really, is for her to be comfortable amongst her new comrades for now.
Those metal fingers drum lightly on the top of the desk absently as he picks up the mug in his right hand to sip a little more beer. His ears prick when she casts that spell to help clean herself up--it is faint, but he can sense that. Interesting. "Ja, I did ask," he answers, kindly. "Useful, nein? Have become very...used to what I can do." Even if it is limited by his little congenital defect. But then, he can do what many non-mages can only dream of. He glances down at the cloth of her skirt--no, his eyes do not linger very long, fortunately; she is a bit young for him, and he's got Meliadoul, anyway. "Impressive. Have heard of those more capable with specific kinds of...matter. Liquids, very useful." It's not really as much of a limitation as he has read on before.
He shakes his head now. "You are a member of the IPA," he says, gently. "Only proper für us to know. And if there are rules in your world...well, we can protect you." And that is something that Sakura can rest assured of. Plus--he too is a...well, mage. Not magus. But close enough. Extenuating circumstances and all. Magic is not a hidden, secret art amongst these people.
Ahh, familiar territory. "TSAB. Time-Space Administration Bureau. Home plane is governed by science und magic. Some have said, our magic is a kind of science. Quantified, turned into numbers, controlled with computers, put into spaceships." He nods at Balmung. "Meine Device is a kind of...artificial intelligence. Circuits, processors. Running on magic, however. Most advanced levels involve dimensions. So, time und space. TSAB governs this."
With a gesture, Christoph produces a holographic display that hangs over his desk; it shows the emblem of the TSAB. "Another specialty, powerful magic artifacts." He pauses a moment, and then looks straight at Sakura. "Gilgamesh probably will have an interest in us. Und us, in him. Have seen his...Gate of Babylon. Very powerful magic. Very powerful artifacts too. Ja?" He chuckes a bit darkly. "Anyway. We have our military also. Am in Ground Forces--brown uniform." He touches his jacket. "Hauptmann Nanoha is Air. Hauptmann Fate Testarossa ist in Enforcer branch. Also naval forces--our space ships, I guess." He thinks a moment. "Could go on very long. Anything specific to ask about?"
"Ah...yes, yes it is..." Useful, that is. And to be honest, she's getting there as well. Even if it's more a case of coaxing rather than forcing, truly imposing her will as a magus. There's a lot the diminutive Japanese girl has yet to master. And, what he can do? She glances up, curiously, but doesn't ask - his own powers are his to share as he wishes, or not. And not something she has any right to ask about, just as she has no right to speak of his hand. "Thank you, though...ah, though, it's a small thing really. An Average...someone who is attuned with all five elements, that is...could do more."
Like Rin. Who once again was so beloved by Fate. Stop that!
"Ah- A member? I...I don't know, that...that it'd be such a good thing..." She's already demonstrated many weaknesses, in mind and body and power. What use could the IPA have for her? It'd be a joke, more than anything else. Even if magecraft, or its various equivalents in the use of creating miracles beyond what science is capable of, is commonplace here, there's just... "Though...yes, I supposed you certainly could, but still, I don't...I don't think it'd be quite the right thing to do." The Magus Association wouldn't directly move against her; after all Rin is a member as well - although that may just be something they're doing to worm their way slowly into the IPA and attempt to control it.
Magi are nothing if not patient and subtle. The worst of them have all the time in the world...
But instead, covering her startlement at the apparent job offer - if it was a job offer and not simply Sakura being drafted - violet hair bobs gently as Chris explains the TSAB. Perhaps the Gates are their work? If so...then that means a blend of technology /and/ magic, something...new. That doesn't exist in the Clock Tower's books, or anywhere else on earth perhaps. And she glances at Balmung as he describes it, wondering about his words. Intelligence...then, it's got a mind? A soul, of sorts, albeit one that relies on both electrons and magitrons to function. Though how could a person create such a thing?
Tremendous questions. Ones, she is certain, are far beyond what she can really comprehend outside of what a typical person might think of an episode of Star Trek. "I...see." Well she does have to be polite. Then she realizes he's looking right at her, and she meets his gaze like a student accepting a lecture - or a chastisement - from a teacher. And his words are weighty indeed, with a lot of important things unsaid. Gilgamesh...she's learned a little about the name, that he was the first of the kings of men, and of an epic tale some five thousand years old. If not much more. She'd passed that on to Agrias, though she's not sure what the Knight of Ivalice can do with the limited information.
The holograph, however, honestly takes Sakura's breath away. It's one thing to see a bit of text across the surface of a gem, or to learn that a sword is really an intelligent artifact. It's another thing entirely, in Sakura's case, to be presented with a large floating hologram above her head. Especially when it shows the insignia of an organization not unlike the SDF back home. And as she gives a soft gasp in amazement, she looks down again at him.
"Er...what...what things does the IPA do, though?"
Christoph nods quietly, committing Sakura's words to memory. It is always fascinating to learn about new systems of magic in his line of work. Fascinating and useful. Of course he's read Rin's files, and what background there is in those files about the magecraft of their world, but it is helpful to hear firsthand information as well, both to reinforce what he has read, to find out what the practitioners themselves deem important, and find out more things that aren't present in those files.
"Ja, a member. Even on probationary status. At least, you are closely associated with an active member." Rin, of course. "Und you have some ability. Could use that. Do not dismiss yourself too fast." And as for the Association trying to control the IPA...they would probably give up in frustration at all the red tape before they got too far with it. Not to mention simply that a lot of the membership is probably just too much for them to handle. Quiet and subtle will not restrain people like, say, Superman. Not really.
Sadly, the Gates are not at all the work of the TSAB. Though they have adapted to that technology much more quickly than others--it is similar to what they do, after all. Enough to be able to break through planar barriers, though generally under very controlled circumstances and only temporarily. The kinds of power expenditures are rather limiting. At any rate, Christoph is not actively recruiting Sakura to the TSAB itself. But he does intend to ask her to help with Gilgamesh, given that he is one of the highest priorities for the IPA right now. Him along with the war-loving Nazis, it seems.
He looks to Sakura inquisitively now, waiting for her question. Though he betrays just a tiny hint of amusement at her wonder over the hologram. Another thing that is quite everyday for him, but strange and new for others. "IPA? Well...I suppose, a little like the TSAB at home. Just much wider...how do you say...jurisdiction? I think. Many universes, many planes. Hmm...very much like TSAB, really. Both law enforcement und also military, depending on situation."
Well, that she certainly can't deny. Rin's talked about the Agency before, and Sakura knows that she is indeed a part of the group. Though just like the SDF, the young Matou had never expected to be recruited even on probationary status. The honor of it is foreign to her, and yet...she feels almost driven to do it. Driven to succeed, like her sister...
...like a Tohsaka.
Perhaps the offer isn't one she should reject afterall...then again, it seems as if Schmidt isn't going to take no for an answer, and well...as he said, Rin is a member as well. Sakura's just not sure that her sister's going to be entirely happy. She takes another sip from the mug, sampling the flavor of the brew. Bitter...but strong. A little too strong for Sakura, but maybe there's something about it she has to learn.
And so, it's with that thought in her mind that she nods, lost listening to his explanations of the IPA, the TSAB, and all the other aspects of the world. Really learning, trying to understand, and allowing herself...the chance, perhaps. Master Sergeant Schmidt's persuasiveness and understanding go a long way, and she ends up spending much more time than she intended - possibly than he intended - asking about the world. And explaining just a little about magecraft, as well...and what she knows of Servants, and Gilgamesh. Just not enough to endanger Saber's existence, she hopes. She owes the Servant her life, literally, for saving her from Caster.
At least she won't smell like beer when she tells Rin, later tonight, that she too is a (junior) member of the IPA. One less thing to drive the raven-haired magus insane is always a good thing...
Where: Master Adjutant's Office, IPA HQ
When: May 14th? 2009 (note: takes place shortly before the Big Gil Fight)
What: Christoph Schmidt summoning Sakura Matou for unexpected reasons.
Watch For: Belkan drinking laws
IPA Military Adjutant's Office
A largish office/conference room well-furnished with holographic displays and tables for meetings. The desk at the back of the room has a computer on it that looks oddly unused, along with stacks of printouts and folders. The nameplate reads: MSgt CHRISTOPH SCHMIDT, TSAB, IPA SWAT. And the door, indeed, has a hastily added IPA SWAT COMMAND sign beneath the Adjutant plate.
Contents:
Christoph Schmidt
Sakura Matou
It has been a brief time after Rin's latest encounter with Gilgamesh, and thus a little bit longer after Christoph's own encounter with the same King of Heroes. Following up on a recommendation from Rin during the course of planning that recon mission, he has sent an informal invitation to Sakura to come by his office after his patrol hours whenever she might be able to visit.
Today, the door to his office is closed, but the blinds are opened, revealing the light on inside. If one wishes to peek through, it will show the occupant seated at his desk at the inner office. The meeting area just within the door is currently not in use, though a holographic display does appear to be turned on, showing a planet of some sort hovering over the conference table.
Christoph himself appears to be studying some reports, brow wrinkled slightly as he pages through a glut of information in the datapad he holds. So much to do, so little time. As always.
For the young magus, the past few days were slightly dizzy. She'd learned of Rin's injuries, and was in shock to hear it was that bad - but had recovered quickly. The invitation from the IPA Adjutant was unexpected, but she'd intended to see this "Master Sergeant Christoph Schmidt." He had been, after all, one of the first wave of victims of Gilgamesh' actions. It just hadn't been able to happen yet.
And now there was this. Rin hospitalized, thankfully not critically, and one further case of Gil's victims. A berserk, uncontrollable Servant was one that she felt responsible for, and she looked forward for her sister's intended sealing of the Tower of Karazahn. Her duty is simple, and clear, and she moves to carry it out.
She makes concessions to summer, a puffed-sleeve shirt and slightly shorter skirt than usual to deal with the heat. At least in Fuyuki; the IPA building is a little cooler and she slightly regrets not bringing a sweater along. But she soon finds herself in front of Master Sergeant Schmidt's office, catching a glimpse of him through the window. He appears quite busy, and the hand raised to knock pauses - he wouldn't actually /want/ to see her, would he? And she'd be interrupting...
...but no, his invitation simply told her to be here now. And a Matou wouldn't keep someone waiting, so the raised hand knocks delicately against the frame of the door. It's soft, not disturbing him if he's truly busy, but enough to hear if he's not. One simple way of judging his work.
Even if Rin had vouched immensely for him, and his kindness...trepidation still reigns in the heart of the diminutive magus.
There is a pause of a couple seconds after the knock. Then, a muffled but still distinct voice comes through the door: "Komm. It is open."
Upon entering, Sakura will get to see more of the office: in front, the meeting area, with the large conference table and chairs arranged around it, with the nondescript image of a clouded planet hovering over it. From the looks of things, it was used recently--there are some papers on the table, right in front of where the chairs have been pushed back and away, along with a mostly-empty pitcher of water and glasses, a bit of condensation pooling around each of them. There are cabinets and smaller tables arranged around, along with yet more display equipment and stuff germane to the daily life of a tactical officer.
And further back, through a glass partition demarcating the inner office, there is Christoph, who is standing up from his desk to greet his visitor. The door, clear like the walls, is open. A few potted plants can be seen within; behind the desk are some certificates mounted, along with a curious large helmet with scorch marks on it. And back in the corner--is that a cot? He likely does spend a few late nights here....
"Fräulein Matou?" he says, upon seeing the girl come into sight. "Gut, you received my message. Komm in, have a seat."
The voice she hears bears, thankfully, a relatively familiar and arguably friendly accent. Hearing the tones of Ivalice, the accent of the Dynasts, or a host of other strange burrs and lilts, it was a pleasing moment to hear a voice in the language her sister used for the casting of spells. She'd heard that the father of Tohsaka magecraft had studied under Kishua Schweinorg Zelretch, and that the errant German was still the Wizard Marshal of the Mages' Association - and one of a microscopic group that Rin respected at the Clock Tower.
That alone was more than enough. A soft "Yes, sir" slips out of her mouth, and she quietly opens the door to the anteroom. It seemed to be set up like a small conference room, setting out an even more private room deeper within that was clearly Schmidt's own. It was, she thought, rather reminiscent of her grandfather's house, with its layers of guest rooms and meeting rooms that slowly let one penetrate inward. Even still, only the most trusted were allowed into his private rooms, and the Adjutant's organization struck her in its similarity.
It didn't help calm her nerves much.
She doesn't look at the papers; society insists that she doesn't even see them - they're not there as far as she's concerned. And the rest of it is left to its own devices as well, instead she quietly glides further inwards and crosses the inner threshold. Agrias' office is the first thing that flashes into her mind, and she can't help the mental comparison seeing the damaged helmet. Even if she doesn't officially take notice of it, not unless he points it out.
A nod, followed by a deep bow as he speaks. "Yes, ah, herr Master Sergeant." She doesn't know the German names for the rank structures, but tries to at least honor the man's background and accomplishment. Sakura quickly makes way to the chair in front of his desk, looking up at the taller man and seeing his face, and sits before him. "Ah...I did, yes, get your message. I...I wanted to thank you, for s-saving Rin..." Besides the light stutter, there's no real sign of the fear she'd felt on Sakura's face. If there was one thing she was good at, it was self-control. She had to be. She had nothing else, after all.
Were he to know about it, Christoph might be a little amused that his Belkan accent, at once alien and familiar to those from Earth, is a thing comforting to a Japanese girl. Whether or not he'd show it, that is another matter.
Upon hearing the 'sir' (yes, he heard it through the door, or rather, through the sound system that lets him know what's going on outside when he's sitting all the way back at his desk), he quickly shakes his head. "Nein, not 'sir'. Am enlisted. Call me by rank, oder just name." Yes, he will insist on this, even though he is doing a job that is usually entrusted to officer types. Such are the fortunes of working in the IPA.
He remains standing, waiting for the girl to reach the inner office. "Wilkommen," he repeats. For a moment, perhaps his eyes narrow a fraction at the girl's unease, but that is but a fraction--both the movement and the moment. He acknowledges the bow with a salute, not a fully formal one with flourishes, but something efficient yet still polite, for a 'civilian' member of the IPA.
A quiet nod at her gratitude. "Of course. Fräulein Tohsaka ist a valuable member of the IPA, und a good person from what I have seen. Please, have a seat." He gestures to the two chairs set in front of the desk--functional and comfortable enough. Again a brief pause at the stutter. "Be at ease, Fräulein, all ist well." Right? Sakura doesn't happen to bring news of Gilgamesh having snuck into the IPA to deliver flowers personally to Saber or anything? The Syndicate hasn't made off with the Grail? The Bier hasn't run out in the canteen?
He waits for Sakura to sit before doing the same himself. "Have some drinks...water, coffee, soda...if you like. Make yourself comfortable, Fräulein--just wish to meet you and speak with you a little."
Sometimes, perhaps, when Creation does something it likes it does it again. Were Sakura aware of Belka's origins, and history compared to Germany, she might ask Zelretch of the truth of such things. As it is, the strangely familiar accent relaxes her slightly.
The violet-haired girl is surprised by his salute, and slightly widening eyes acknowledge the unexpected compliment. And nods, again, at his gentle admonition of enlisted and officer treatment. "Ah...I'm sorry, I see. Er, Master Sergeant Schmidt, then, if that's alright...I apologize." She'd known that magi insisted on titles, but never met anyone who insisted on not a title. Then again, perhaps his military rank were such, and he simply wanted to avoid confusion? Such was the dilemma of civilians who had met those who work for a living in the armed services, as opposed to officers.
After the correction, Sakura enjoys the rather comfortable chair. Smaller than its typical occupant, she finds it a nice fit and the concessions to ergonomics pleasant. "Ah...no, no that's alright, but thank you..." She holds up one hand, politely and close to her chest, to wave off the offer. "I'm alright, and...ah, yes, everything is well." Sure, well, Rin's in the hospital and a maniac Servant is on the loose, all because you failed utterly in the Grail War.
Banishing the errant cruel thought, Sakura continues. "I see...er, what...did you want to talk about?" Her own desire to speak with him can wait; his business is important - if he has time she'll bring it up later but it's not worth interrupting the Adjutant over.
The ways of the military are perhaps a bit odd. Men such as Christoph take pride in their theoretically lower status. 'Don't call me sir; I work for a living.' Besides, in practical terms, a freshly minted second lieutenant would outrank Christoph, but a Master Sergeant with nearly a decade of exemplary service is going to command much more respect and authority on the field.
But that is not the current item of concern. "All right. Mmm. First, wanted to welcome you to the IPA. We are busy people, but should be polite when given the opportunity." He affords Sakura a quick smile, something not too often seen on him while he's on duty. But, as he said, time to be polite. "Have met and worked with Fräulein Tohsaka already, which you know. She mentioned you as a gut Freundin...friend und also valuable resource. Especially für...." He gestures a little vaguely. "Gilgamesh."
He sits back a little in his chair and looks thoughtfull at the girl. "You are also a mage? Magus? Have seen some of Tohsaka's ability. Wondering what yours might be like."
A nod, as Schmidt explains. "Thank you. Ah, I think...that even busy people are polite; I've met Vanguard Captain Oaks already." She doesn't go into detail of the reasons for the meeting, Chris will find out soon enough. Sakura has her apologies to make to him as well, for the same reasons. But he goes on, to explain about Rin.
Christoph's smile is returned, though not in a large way. Sakura is still somewhat understated, and trying not to call too much attention to herself. And was certainly never beautiful enough for a large, wide smile anyway. "Ah if...you don't mind, may I ask..." She searches for the words, those distant eyes glancing away and growing even more distant. "Er, what things have you worked on...together?" She's curious; Rin had mentioned the Master Sergeant before and her younger sister had heard something in her voice.
She's just curious, and imagines there's little that the older man can tell her. But, those violet eyes are curious, and she also wants to learn more about the IPA.
Though a moment of surprise goes through her at Schmidt's mention of being a friend--and of Gilgamesh. And those violet eyes of hers, matching that strange and unnaturally faded shade of her hair, blink hard as he mentions her deepest secret. She starts at the end, answering his last question first.
"Ah...er, yes, that is, I am...a magus." Yeah right. "I'm still in training, though; Rin is teaching me the basics. I'm not very good, to be honest...Rin is much better." Well, her sister did have ten years of learning that Sakura lacked, and ten years of being treated like a human being. "My own ability? Er, well...it's not much, to be honest, I'm pretty limited even in what I can do..." Demonstrating this would probably not be very good; the most she could reliably generate would be a small cloud in his office. Raining on his paperwork would be, to put it mildly, bad.
"Though...Gilgamesh." She frowns, looking away in embarassment. "He...er...Rin said that you had fought him, and had saved her from him. I...I wanted to ask if you know what a Servant is?" She says the word quietly, but with a lot of power; it's a word that means much more to her than it would to anyone else. Sakura presses on, though, explaining in a quiet voice. The man already was aware that both she and Rin were magi, such a violation of the secrecy of the Association would bring death to them all - but perhaps here the Association does not reach.
"A spirit, a powerful one...legends of warriors and kings, from ancient times, on Earth...they're part of a ritual, where I come from. To gain the Holy Grail, a...an artifact that can grant a wish. Of...ah, of anything."
While to Christoph's eyes, there are none as beautiful as Meliadoul, but Sakura would certainly qualify as very pretty. Perhaps she puts him in mind of Annika, his goddaughter, still only seven years old now. At any rate, the man nods slowly, and obliges her request. "Ach, well, not much. Yet. Mission to Karazhan is only operation I have carried out with her so far. Spoken to her for planning purposes specifically, und also conversation on radio. Karazhan...were going to gather information on Gilgamesh, but was cut short when he came und found us first. Very short fight afterward, Hauptmann Nanoha Takamachi inflicted heavy damage und had to be evacuated."
He now grimaces a slight bit. "Was back in Midchilda für briefing, met with our High Command when Tohsaka was hurt. Am sorry I was not there to help." A quick shake of the head. He read the report of that battle, which was really quite impressive. "Hopefully will be able to assist next time...."
Once more, he falls quiet to let Sakura speak, quietly nodding as she describes her status as a mage. "Keep training. Am sure you have much potential, just has to be...unlocked. Can see your abilities another time; do not worry." Another pause. "Servant? Have read Tohsaka's report, ja. Saw firsthand how much power they have." His eye twitches as he recalls the sensation of growing energy that he could feel even through the latent magic suffusing everything around the tower. "Gott in Himmel. The Grail...anything? Wirklich? Really?" There is the unmistakable look of skepticism on his face now, but then he shrugs. "Suppose anything can appear on different planes."
He takes a breath, lets it out. "You are prepared to face this Gilgamesh? In battle, if necessary? Using your powers?"
Sakura is easily capable of seeing beauty in others. She's simply seen herself spread naked on a stone altar of sorts, while...things were done to her. And that was before her brother had his way. Seeing herself through that filter of filth and blood and horror clouds her vision internally as much as it appears to be distant externally. Though those same distant eyes watch Christoph as he speaks, picturing what it must look like from the way Rin described it. But she hadn't mentioned the skirmish with Gil.
Perhaps that's what drew him to Fuyuki. That, or his desire for nostalgia. Sakura doesn't know; she doesn't remember the Golden King from her rescue by Rin, Saber, and Shirou.
But this 'Hauptmann Takamachi' that Christoph mentioned catches her attention. She isn't fully sure, but from his words takes it that she'd been badly injured in the fight and had been hospitalized. She'd seen the name on the list, but Nanoha was someone she hadn't been able to track down. She files the name and the reason in her soul, memorizing another victim of Gilgamesh's rampage.
"I see...I would like, if it's okay, to speak with Hauptmann Takamachi." That name, at least, she knows perfectly - it's so obviously Japanese it almost hurts. Another countryman, perhaps even a fellow magus. "I want...to apologize to her." It's an unexpected admission, to be sure. But Sakura has a duty to those who were victimized by the errant demigod, even if she has no idea of what his powers truly are. She believed, though, in Rider, and believed she was truly powerful. And had failed her, just as she'd done so many other times.
The enlisted man then asks about the Grail. "Yes...ah, yes, it can. It's...it's part of a ritual, called the Heaven's Feel." Such a strange name in English, but two and a half centuries ago the Kirishitan Tohsaka may have had something to do with that. It's a mystery lost to the ages of time. "The Grail...it can grant wishes, and appears every sixty years." Except that it had appeared ten years later, but the Matou experiment has no idea of the true history of what happened ten years ago - only that her time was due, and that Zouken had his intents.
She sees the skepticism, and continues on. "It's very powerful, but...ten years ago, when it appeared once, noone won. And there was a great fire, at the end of the ritual, that destroyed half of a city. Then...it appeared again, a few months ago." The magus lets her eyes slip downwards. "I was part of it, part of...the ritual. I summoned a Servant, as well, but...she wasn't successful." Rider died, consumed by Saber's Noble Phantasm, failing only because Sakura had failed her first. One blink out of place, ever so slightly harder than the others, is the only signal of Sakura's sense of loss.
Schmidt's answer comes, albeit couched in an apology he very likely wasn't expecting. "And because I wasn't successful...because R-Rider lost, I...I failed to stop Gilgamesh. And his attacks...are my responsibility. My family, the Matous, are...are originators of the Grail War. Servants wouldn't exist...if we hadn't created them. I...I'm sorry, Master Sergeant. But my power...my power isn't strong enough to do anything, to him. I can't..." Her voice trails off, finding herself in the conundrum of the damned. But it doesn't matter; someone as filthy in their soul as she is only deserves what happens to her. Even from the enlisted IPA man before her.
Christoph blinks a moment when Sakura asks to see Nanoha. But then he nods. "Of course. Not sure why you need to apologize.... Can leave her a note, for you." He reaches to the side, touches a pocketwatch with a green gem set into the lid with a finger. The gem flashes, and words in a gothic script appear on it briefly. "Am sure she would be glad to meet you. Close to you in age, actually." There probably won't be any befriending involved. Probably.
He listens quietly some more, as she describes the Grail, the ritual involved, and more of her world's ways. "Interesting," he muses, not looking the least bit surprised that a city burned as a result of Heaven's Feel. He is all too familiar with those levels of power, after all.
He nods again, apparently not having picked up on that moment of sorrow. And then--he blinks again, slowly. This was, indeed, something unexpected. "Really," he says, almost drawling the word. Then he sighs heavily. "Ach. Fräulein, it...what do they say? Die Sünden des Vaters...sins of the father? Your family created them. Not you. Instead, you tried to stop them, ja? Is to your credit. Your power not strong enough? Not now. But that can change. Und you also have our power now."
He stands up, almost abruptly, walks over toward the refrigerator. The refrigerator which...has a tap sticking out of the top. He grabs a mug, glances at the clock on the wall, mumbles something about 'close enough', and proceeds to fill the mug. It is, indeed, Bier, and this is a kegerator. "Fräulein, you are too young für displaced guilt. Und if you feel guilt für failing to stop Gilgamesh...still too young. Gilgamesh ist ein verrückter Ficker. Also very, very powerful. Would not expect you to stop him alone." He comes back to the desk with the filled mug, but does not drink from it--only sits down and places it on his desk and sits again. "You did survive an encounter with him. You are young, but not...ah...untested. You have an opportunity to try again. Und this time, we will beat him."
Now he lifts his mug to drink, then pauses. "You sure you do not want any?" His eyes glance downward at his mug to indicate he is talking about that. "Ist gut. From meine Onkel's Bräuerei. Brewery. On home planet, Valhalla." And in Belkan cultures, there is no drinking age.
Nanoha of Sakura's age? That's interesting...though, Agrias had mentioned the IPA recruited from everywhere, and sought talent more than anything else. "Ah...if that's okay, thank you..." She watches, entranced, as the gem displays a barely visible text. The girl can't read it from the angle she sits at, but it's clear that it's something that catches her eye. Her sister would, of course, be amazed as well and demand to know how it's done. Perhaps she already has figured it out; the younger of the Tohsaka siblings isn't aware of the depth of the elder's knowledge and skill.
Befriending Sakura? She's not aware of the kind that Christoph thinks of, but would not imagine that any such thing would happen in the literal meaning if he had referenced it. Glad to meet her, perhaps, but that might just be the IPA's courtesy to others - whether they deserved it or not.
"I....I didn't try to. I couldn't. And...I w-wanted to win the Grail...myself." She'd wondered, at the time, what her Wish should be. Zouken had his own orders, but there was some small part of her that defied him inside and wanted something much more personal. To erase the last ten years and trade places with her sister, and see the Tohsaka heiress thrown into the pit of evil that she suffered through. And had spent the last five months crushing thoughts like those, despite their continuing reappearance.
The sins of the father? The IPA agent is so much closer to the truth than he knows, but Sakura isn't an easy one to convince. Especially as... "I still...let them do things, and...and I summoned a Rider-class Servant myself. I didn't have to, not really...Grandfather could have himself. But..." But Sakura was given the taste of power, the chance for vengeance, and took it.
Then she looks up. Our power? He can't be serious...but he goes on, and she's not sure anymore. He fought Gilgamesh. So did Nanoha, and Agrias, and others. And while none of them are Servants, none of them on the level of the personified legends of Heroes that made the very earth itself tremble in their time...they've fought him, and lived. All that she knows tells her these people should be slaughtered, annihilated under the fury of mythology brought real...but yet they live, and do not cower. Do not fall back. They come to it again, and again, and in their defiance grow stronger.
An image of a youth climbing a fence sparks into her mind, and she realizes she did too.
The Master Sergeant will see those eyes more distant than usual, as he looks up from his mug. And those eyes eventually come back, just a little bit more than before, and look up to meet his own. "I...I want to..to take it. And to win." The words slip out, almost without her realizing it, and an expression of surprise - complete with an embarassed blush - settles in, and she dives her face down. "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
But he gives her an out. And well, a little can't be all bad...she certainly can't refuse if he's insisted. Politeness demands it, especially when it's from his family's own brauhaus. And she's got a little alcohol tolerance, having served (and been paraded before) Zouken's few friends in the Association. "Ah, that is, perhaps just...a little bit." Still embarassed, she can't help much more than a quiet, mouse-like voice in response to his own.
To be sure, Nanoha is an exceptional person in their home plane. As is Fate, her best friend, and Hayate, the third of the Aces. Christoph is probably more to the norm, for the TSAB. But everyone once in a while, you get these sorts of geniuses, the naturally gifted. And they have the fortune to have three of them at once. And while they may seem like soft targets to Sakura, all of them--Christoph included--are rather tougher that they might appear. Even placed against one such as Gilgamesh.
Balmung quietly works on fashioning a message for Nanoha while Christoph continues. "You were placed in that position. Only natural to try to win the...contest. It is...." He shakes his head. "Not relevant anymore. In the past. The present, you should worry about that...." He trails off, studies Sakura as it appears that some thought has just struck her. Interesting. He watches her for a few moments, waiting to see what sort of revelation she might have just arrived at.
"Nein, nein, no matter." He waves off the moment of spacing out; it's not really that important. He is curious what it might ahve been about, but time will reveal it soon enough, no doubt. And then, he smiles again, when she accepts his offer of a drink. "Sehr gut." He stands, grabs another mug, a smaller one, and fills it up with the golden, frothy drink. "Hier. Prost," he says, raising up his glass in a toast. "To a successful career für you in the IPA, Fräulein Matou." Chug.
The four of them - Nanoha, Fate, Hayate, and Chris - would by simple fact of their continued existence be stronger than they look, and stronger than Sakura knows people should be. Even a professional magus would be hard-pressed against a Servant; it would require significant tactical ability and a great ambush to do real damage. For Nanoha to have directly fought Gilgamesh is...admittedly, hard for her to accept, but had that not happened she'd not be talking to the Belkan but instead his replacement.
This was a stranger place than she'd expected.
"The past..." His words are echoed, as things crystallize inside her. And this is the present. The past is what it is, and while it formed her, it no longer controls her. The fact that the Tohsaka household, though halved from its size ten years ago, is reunited shows one part of that. And the present has much, much more than enough of its own dangers and fears to be dealt with. Gilgamesh among them, though as well her assignment to learn more about the gates - to study them, and determine the source of their function - be it the Second Magic or anything else. And to develop her own skills as well.
A little bit relieved at his passing off of her moment of impoliteness, Sakura sighs a bit. For her, it was a new realization that there is a power in defiance, a strength in fighting back against something, and a purpose...as well as a pool to draw strength from. Just as she'd found the key to her continued survival of the Matou family through the actions of a young Shirou Emiya, she realizes that the Belkan soldier is as well a source of inspiration...and of strength.
Prost - she's heard Zouken use that term before, when she'd served. Once, anyway, but his lessons were ones that were never forgotten. A soft, demure "Prost." echoes his, as she sips the beer. Bitter, and dark...rather reminiscent of herself. Not something sweet to keep around, not something people would normally want to enjoy perhaps...but then she finds herself coughing and making a terrible mess at his last thing. Don't blindside the poor girl! Aaah, it's on her skirt...
There are just so many very possibilities beyond the Gates, aren't there? Of course, it goes the other way around--what Gilgamesh is capable of, the sheer quantity of magical energy that he holds within himself at what is basically a resting state--that is not something that the Midchildan mages can ignore, themselves. It is quite significant, quite impressive and even a little scary to them. Not that they would admit the last, particularly Christoph.
"Ja, the past," Christoph repeats back to Sakura. Has she gotten it? Hopefully she has. Like her, he has had his own demons to conquer, the things that hung over him from days gone by. The metal hand is, if not directly connected to his late brother, certainly reflective of one aspect of it all. He sits back, smiles again slightly, though for a different reason now.
So then, the toast is offered, the delicious drink is quaffed. Christoph lets out a small, satisfied sigh as he puts down his mug. Er...whoops. "Ach...it is a strong one. Sorry." He leans turns in his chair, opens a cupboard, rummages around, and pulls out some paper towels. "Hier, Fräulein." He almost gingerly passes them over to her; he's not the type to try to help wipe it up--especially since it's actually gotten on her, and her clothes.
He waits for the moment to pass, and then, carefully, asks: "Na ja.... So, then, do you have any questions für mich? About the plans, about IPA, IPA SWAT...TSAB, my world, my magic?" A lot of options, certainly.
Has she? Not entirely, but there are cracks forming in the psychological cement that buries Sakura under a decade of torture and abuse and experimentation. Ones that were there previously, admittedly, but have expanded drastically. Demons such as this are not slain by one single pep talk, but at the same time it's the single step of Lao Tzu that has happened here. And that, at least, is something.
The metal hand she'd seen, but yet not seen at the same time. It moves, obviously, far better than any prosthetic on Earth and is a little bit reminiscent of the work she'd heard in puppetry from her own homeland - Tohko Aozaki may be a recluse, but the Red is still well known and spoken of often among the Association. Could it be something similar? Perhaps...there was so much about the IPA and its people, as well as the Gates themselves and the world they led to, that left her in wonder.
Gratefully, though, she accepts the napkins. And whispers to herself a small spell, one of the basics of moving liquids. She applies the paper to the cotton of her skirt as she finishes, coaxing - nothing more, she lacks the control and skill for that - the spilled liquid upward onto the napkin. Chris might hear the incantation, and may sense it, but...well, he did ask. After a few seconds, she holds up the napkins. "Ah...you, er, did ask...what I can do." It's clear the napkin has absorbed the spilled beer, and while that may be perfectly normal - there's nothing left behind on her skirt. Not that a gentleman like Chris would stare at Sakura's legs, mind you, but he would notice that the cotton is indeed quite dry. Perhaps slightly dusty looking...
"I'm only good with water...liquids, things like that. The..er, other parts of beer...I think I'll still need to wash it, but at least..." At least it won't smell. Won't that be wonderful, showing up at home and Rin finding out she has been with Master Sergeant Christoph Schmidt of the IPA...and smelling like beer. "It should be okay, though. Ah...though...we're not allowed to show others, what we can do..." The warning of her training comes a moment too late, but then again Schmidt is much like a magus himself - perhaps would be, were they all on Earth instead of...elsewhere.
"Thank you, though...ah, I d-didn't mean to spill it, and I'm sorry." Another blush, embarassment still, as she gives a small apologetic bow. "But..." She looks up, letting her eyes meet his - and taking the mug again, just to hold it and not apparently refuse the gift - "Ah...the IPA, and...er, I know a little about them, but...what is the TSAB?" She's not heard of this organization; his mention of it was the first she'd heard of those particular initials. And she's curious, as well, to learn more of what kind of person he and Nanoha are. She does indeed want to know about Gilgamesh, but feels it's better to let the Belkan explain more first.
A few cracks in the psychological barrier are a start, at least. Christoph would be content with that sort of progress for now. Rome was not built in a day, and indeed this young woman is not going to be healed of her scars over a relatively brief talk like this one. And he really isn't going to try--what's more important, really, is for her to be comfortable amongst her new comrades for now.
Those metal fingers drum lightly on the top of the desk absently as he picks up the mug in his right hand to sip a little more beer. His ears prick when she casts that spell to help clean herself up--it is faint, but he can sense that. Interesting. "Ja, I did ask," he answers, kindly. "Useful, nein? Have become very...used to what I can do." Even if it is limited by his little congenital defect. But then, he can do what many non-mages can only dream of. He glances down at the cloth of her skirt--no, his eyes do not linger very long, fortunately; she is a bit young for him, and he's got Meliadoul, anyway. "Impressive. Have heard of those more capable with specific kinds of...matter. Liquids, very useful." It's not really as much of a limitation as he has read on before.
He shakes his head now. "You are a member of the IPA," he says, gently. "Only proper für us to know. And if there are rules in your world...well, we can protect you." And that is something that Sakura can rest assured of. Plus--he too is a...well, mage. Not magus. But close enough. Extenuating circumstances and all. Magic is not a hidden, secret art amongst these people.
Ahh, familiar territory. "TSAB. Time-Space Administration Bureau. Home plane is governed by science und magic. Some have said, our magic is a kind of science. Quantified, turned into numbers, controlled with computers, put into spaceships." He nods at Balmung. "Meine Device is a kind of...artificial intelligence. Circuits, processors. Running on magic, however. Most advanced levels involve dimensions. So, time und space. TSAB governs this."
With a gesture, Christoph produces a holographic display that hangs over his desk; it shows the emblem of the TSAB. "Another specialty, powerful magic artifacts." He pauses a moment, and then looks straight at Sakura. "Gilgamesh probably will have an interest in us. Und us, in him. Have seen his...Gate of Babylon. Very powerful magic. Very powerful artifacts too. Ja?" He chuckes a bit darkly. "Anyway. We have our military also. Am in Ground Forces--brown uniform." He touches his jacket. "Hauptmann Nanoha is Air. Hauptmann Fate Testarossa ist in Enforcer branch. Also naval forces--our space ships, I guess." He thinks a moment. "Could go on very long. Anything specific to ask about?"
"Ah...yes, yes it is..." Useful, that is. And to be honest, she's getting there as well. Even if it's more a case of coaxing rather than forcing, truly imposing her will as a magus. There's a lot the diminutive Japanese girl has yet to master. And, what he can do? She glances up, curiously, but doesn't ask - his own powers are his to share as he wishes, or not. And not something she has any right to ask about, just as she has no right to speak of his hand. "Thank you, though...ah, though, it's a small thing really. An Average...someone who is attuned with all five elements, that is...could do more."
Like Rin. Who once again was so beloved by Fate. Stop that!
"Ah- A member? I...I don't know, that...that it'd be such a good thing..." She's already demonstrated many weaknesses, in mind and body and power. What use could the IPA have for her? It'd be a joke, more than anything else. Even if magecraft, or its various equivalents in the use of creating miracles beyond what science is capable of, is commonplace here, there's just... "Though...yes, I supposed you certainly could, but still, I don't...I don't think it'd be quite the right thing to do." The Magus Association wouldn't directly move against her; after all Rin is a member as well - although that may just be something they're doing to worm their way slowly into the IPA and attempt to control it.
Magi are nothing if not patient and subtle. The worst of them have all the time in the world...
But instead, covering her startlement at the apparent job offer - if it was a job offer and not simply Sakura being drafted - violet hair bobs gently as Chris explains the TSAB. Perhaps the Gates are their work? If so...then that means a blend of technology /and/ magic, something...new. That doesn't exist in the Clock Tower's books, or anywhere else on earth perhaps. And she glances at Balmung as he describes it, wondering about his words. Intelligence...then, it's got a mind? A soul, of sorts, albeit one that relies on both electrons and magitrons to function. Though how could a person create such a thing?
Tremendous questions. Ones, she is certain, are far beyond what she can really comprehend outside of what a typical person might think of an episode of Star Trek. "I...see." Well she does have to be polite. Then she realizes he's looking right at her, and she meets his gaze like a student accepting a lecture - or a chastisement - from a teacher. And his words are weighty indeed, with a lot of important things unsaid. Gilgamesh...she's learned a little about the name, that he was the first of the kings of men, and of an epic tale some five thousand years old. If not much more. She'd passed that on to Agrias, though she's not sure what the Knight of Ivalice can do with the limited information.
The holograph, however, honestly takes Sakura's breath away. It's one thing to see a bit of text across the surface of a gem, or to learn that a sword is really an intelligent artifact. It's another thing entirely, in Sakura's case, to be presented with a large floating hologram above her head. Especially when it shows the insignia of an organization not unlike the SDF back home. And as she gives a soft gasp in amazement, she looks down again at him.
"Er...what...what things does the IPA do, though?"
Christoph nods quietly, committing Sakura's words to memory. It is always fascinating to learn about new systems of magic in his line of work. Fascinating and useful. Of course he's read Rin's files, and what background there is in those files about the magecraft of their world, but it is helpful to hear firsthand information as well, both to reinforce what he has read, to find out what the practitioners themselves deem important, and find out more things that aren't present in those files.
"Ja, a member. Even on probationary status. At least, you are closely associated with an active member." Rin, of course. "Und you have some ability. Could use that. Do not dismiss yourself too fast." And as for the Association trying to control the IPA...they would probably give up in frustration at all the red tape before they got too far with it. Not to mention simply that a lot of the membership is probably just too much for them to handle. Quiet and subtle will not restrain people like, say, Superman. Not really.
Sadly, the Gates are not at all the work of the TSAB. Though they have adapted to that technology much more quickly than others--it is similar to what they do, after all. Enough to be able to break through planar barriers, though generally under very controlled circumstances and only temporarily. The kinds of power expenditures are rather limiting. At any rate, Christoph is not actively recruiting Sakura to the TSAB itself. But he does intend to ask her to help with Gilgamesh, given that he is one of the highest priorities for the IPA right now. Him along with the war-loving Nazis, it seems.
He looks to Sakura inquisitively now, waiting for her question. Though he betrays just a tiny hint of amusement at her wonder over the hologram. Another thing that is quite everyday for him, but strange and new for others. "IPA? Well...I suppose, a little like the TSAB at home. Just much wider...how do you say...jurisdiction? I think. Many universes, many planes. Hmm...very much like TSAB, really. Both law enforcement und also military, depending on situation."
Well, that she certainly can't deny. Rin's talked about the Agency before, and Sakura knows that she is indeed a part of the group. Though just like the SDF, the young Matou had never expected to be recruited even on probationary status. The honor of it is foreign to her, and yet...she feels almost driven to do it. Driven to succeed, like her sister...
...like a Tohsaka.
Perhaps the offer isn't one she should reject afterall...then again, it seems as if Schmidt isn't going to take no for an answer, and well...as he said, Rin is a member as well. Sakura's just not sure that her sister's going to be entirely happy. She takes another sip from the mug, sampling the flavor of the brew. Bitter...but strong. A little too strong for Sakura, but maybe there's something about it she has to learn.
And so, it's with that thought in her mind that she nods, lost listening to his explanations of the IPA, the TSAB, and all the other aspects of the world. Really learning, trying to understand, and allowing herself...the chance, perhaps. Master Sergeant Schmidt's persuasiveness and understanding go a long way, and she ends up spending much more time than she intended - possibly than he intended - asking about the world. And explaining just a little about magecraft, as well...and what she knows of Servants, and Gilgamesh. Just not enough to endanger Saber's existence, she hopes. She owes the Servant her life, literally, for saving her from Caster.
At least she won't smell like beer when she tells Rin, later tonight, that she too is a (junior) member of the IPA. One less thing to drive the raven-haired magus insane is always a good thing...