Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170403223152/@comment-26444332-20170405232029

With the Seven summoned, the War has begun. Night falls on New York.

Seph makes his way into Central Park: the location is less than adequate for his purposes, but it will serve.

'Now to draw out the other Masters...' he murmurs, before running a large amount of mana through his Magic Circuits. Anyone with even a half-baked sense of thaumaturgy would be able to pick that up, and with the constant loss of his magical energy, detectable to others, marking him as a Master, there should be no problem in drawing out a Servant.