Suddenly, the lights cut out. No... It's more than that. A blanket of darkness, sapping the light from the area descends upon the train station coating it in a pitch black soup.
"That's far enough."
A voice crackles over the announcements. It's a distorted voice, making it hard to judge the gender of the person speaking. The darkness parts way to reveal a dim light, a crackling television screen typically used to display train schedules. Except, now, it's playing an image of a silhouette of a person. The person lifts his arms as if welcoming beloved guests.
"Salutations first," the figure begins. "I am the servant designated Caster. A little dehumanizing, I admit, to introduce myself as such but I have my reasons for keeping my identity hidden."
Ah, but that's typical of me.
The figure clears it's throat.
"Now, then... With pleasantries out of the way, may I kindly ask you to refrain from murdering my master?"
He stops and corrects himself.
"Well, make that ex-master considering he has used up all of his command seals. Take a look at his hand if you doubt me."
The figure laughs a good natured laugh and Madara begrudgingly holds out the backs of his hands.
Blank. Not a symbol to be seen.
"Hasn't there been enough bloodshed already? This idiot used all of his seals in the very first hour to destroy everything he could. So, now, he has no power. He's no longer a master. He's entirely out of this game. But, still, he is a matter for the police. Not for civilian vigilantes, no? Is it not your duty, your imperative, to allow this foolish child to be judged by those in power?"
The figure leans in and folds his hands.
"Of course, you do have the choice to refuse, as morally bankrupt as that would be. However, it would behoove you to know that this darkness is a trap. With a click of my fingers, anything within it will instantly be killed."
The figure shakes his head and smiles, shrugging.
"Of course, you're free not to believe me. However, I loathe killing and other such action, so it would be to both our benefits if you simply left the poor boy alone and went home. I, without a master, will soon fade from a lack of mana, so I plan to use my last few days peacefully observing. So, there's no threat from me. I merely want to keep this war as peaceful as possible."
Offering his hand to the screen, the figure smiles kindly.
"So, then, won't you please indulge me?"
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