Fuyuki Shopping District:
Having paid for the deluge of sweets, Mikal quickly switched her gloves, slipping the other over her exposed mark. She let out a sigh of relief, glad that no other Masters were around to see that. Jeez, one day in and she was already screwing things up... That was unacceptable. She hoped those two wouldn't be too concerned... Well, anyways, she had what she came for. She could finally start getting to work now. Starting feel slightly better, she popped a piece of candy into her mouth to chew on her way home.
Well, she'd have to start out with a plan to get some leverage in the city. She'd only been here about a month since her parents had hastily moved them in, but in that time she'd come to know the city fairly well. She'd made it a point long ago to survey each of her new homes, getting a feel for them since it likely wouldn't be long before she left again. She could get around Fuyuki pretty easily, and she had a bike just in case she needed to run... Along with these spells and such that she really didn't know how to fully use.
Mikal still wasn't entirely sure how to take this. On one hand there was the completely valid reaction of "MAGIC EXISTS WHAT WHY HOW", but on the other... It's magic. And she'd be lying if she said she hadn't felt insanely giddy at the time she first conjured a flame with nothing but a spell in the book. Any other time in her life, she would have loved to lock herself up in a room and just go crazy, read through all the spells and experiment, just to see what they could do; but on the other, that would probably wind up ripping a hole in space-time or something, or at the very least ruin her perfectly organized room. She didn't exactly have the leisure of time, but she also couldn't afford to be defenseless in this war of gods and heroes. She would need time, time to practice, time to learn. She needed a place to do that, far from any other combatants. A place where she could get her legs just enough so that she could fight her way out should the danger become too much. And if her parents' stories were true... Then she couldn't afford to waste one single second.
As she finally made it to the Kitahara residence, Mikal wondered if she should ask her parents for their insight. Really, she had a lot of words for her parents, but right now that seemed the most appropriate. If she survived this, she would have a long speech written for her exact feelings on the matter, but right now... It was too difficult to really talk to them. They seemed so frustratingly casual about this, as if the revelation that magic exists and you only sired a daughter in order to raise them into a magical killing machine was just something you "forgot" about! It was more painful than she'd realized at the time, and she hadn't really spoken to her parents beyond a few words here and there. For the first time in her life, Mikal was starting to wonder how much they really cared about her.
"...I have to... keep to the plan." Mikal whispered to herself, clenching her own hand for support, as if to give herself strength. "Keep to the plan... And everything will work out. This is not a disaster. This is just... a bump. A bump in the road, an unexpected spanner in the works. I can work with this. Just have to keep calm... and follow the plan."
It was then that she took a deep breath, opened the door, and promptly dropped both bags of candy in shock as she saw the living room to her house torn apart and ravaged while her parents sat sipping tea at a shattered table.
"What in the hell happened here!?" Mikal shrieked, her mind rapidly totaling the amount of property damage that had occurred. Oh god, there wasn't a single thing there that wasn't broken-- The walls were crumbling and WHY WAS THE TV INSIDE THE FRIDGE? It was enough to make her feel faint once more, the blood oozing from her forehead cut.
"Oh my dear, you're bleeding," Mother said, quickly walking up to her daughter and waving a hand across her. In an instant, the wound sealed up, but Mikal hardly noticed as she looked at the utter madness and chaos that lay in place of her home.
"What... happened!?" Mikal repeated, unable to look away from the carnage.
"Don't worry, dear," Father said in what was probably supposed to be a reassuring tone, "We will have it fixed. Mr. Lancer is just a bit upset right now. He went out for a walk after his little temper tantrum."
"Fixed!?" Mikal cried incredulously, her hands tugging at her hair, "The order of everything is completely ruined! Not to mention the property damage alone is enough to buy a whole separate house! We might as well burn our safety deposit, there's gaping holes in the wall, we have no food for us now, and we'd better pray to whatever magical being controls the universe that it doesn't rain because THE COFFEE TABLE IS STICKING THROUGH THE ROOF!"
Mother quickly took Mikal in her arms, embracing her as the girl continued to panic. Before she knew it Mikal felt hot tears welling in her eyes and that things were getting hard to breathe. She sobbed into her mother's arms, both infuriated and defeated at the same time. She wasn't sure what to do. The plans were ruined, Lancer was out of control, and she had spilled candy in a ruined home. Her mother held her as slowly, she began to feel the house rumble around her.
Slowly, she looked up to see, impossibly, her home returning, bit by bit, to its natural state. A bright blue energy flowed through the house as her parents sent their magic into the house, fixing and repairing it all perfectly. The coffee table floated down to the ground as the hole it had created sealed up, and the TV pulled out of the fridge, both returning to their natural states. In a few minutes everything was back to normal. The way it should be.
"Mikal," Mother said, casually returning the spilled candy into its bag, "We know it's hard for you to understand all this. But believe us, we would not have involved you if we did not think we could protect you. You will survive this, my dear. That, I promise you."
Mikal looked over at her parents, standing beside her, smiling reassuringly at her. Slowly glancing around the house, she wiped off her tears from behind her glasses, and looked back at them, not exactly warmly, but a bit less coldly.
"...I still wish you had never involved me to begin with." Mikal simply replied, "I... have things I'd like to say to you about all this. I'm glad that you're still looking out for me, but... You also endangered it in the first place. But... It can wait until my life isn't on the line."
"We do love you Mikal," Father said, "We promise that no matter what happens, that will always be true."
"...Sure." Mikal replied, slowly stepping away from her parents. "...I should go find Lancer. He's probably off getting himself into a fight. I mean, I don't know what I'll DO if I find him in a fight, but... I-I'm just gonna go."
"Mikal, understand that he is there to ensure that no harm befalls you." Father reminded her. "He is there to protect you, not to harm you. He will not hurt you again."
Mikal wasn't quite sure what he meant by that, but decided that she had to go out and take care of things anyways. As long as Lancer was out there and she was his Master, he was her responsibility... Sort of. It would be like owning a puppy. A big, muscular, hate-filled puppy. Or a cat.
That done, Mikal bids her parents farewell and sets out to look for him, starting, of course, at the Park.
Lancer himself wasn't exactly sure what he'd meant when he'd said he was going "out for a walk". He was, indeed, walking, his spirit form active so he wouldn't have to bother with the awkward stares that strolling through a winter-ridden town in an aloha shirt and flip flops got you, but aside from that he didn't seem to have any other real goal. He supposed he should start looking for the other competitors-- He could use a good fight right about now. Destroying things seemed to help, but would not sate him.
"Did that make you feel powerful?" The woman had asked him after he'd finished "redecorating" the Kitahara's living room. He'd responded with something that was probably a swear in his native tongue and stormed out, off to parts unknown... Unknown to him, anyways. He wasn't familiar with the area around him, so he figured he'd just keep wandering, his instincts leading him.
Eventually he managed to drift by a place that sold alcohol; a nice-looking establishment with the words "Double Down Bar" atop it. He could use a stiff drink; and anyways, weren't bars where most people held fights? Yes, he was pretty sure that was a common thing in one of these human countries. Either way, he didn't need to rationalize alcohol. He quickly turned a corner and went visible, so as to not draw attention, and walked into the bar.
(so a heroic spirit walks into a bar and...)