Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-27743663-20160607015202/@comment-16171938-20160626003048

Ilkay looked up from his book, turning his head towards the window as the landcape below was becoming more clear. The magus laid his hand on the window, leaning towards the window more as to see the county below the plane more clearly. Both he and his servant had looked up every sort of map for Vytal, it's location being a little new persay in terms of history and especially the town the battle for the Grail was destined to happen in, Vale. Letting out a breath of amazement, the fog on the window breaking him from his trance with the sight below as he returned his attention to where he was now; on a plane, a book in his hand with his servant beside him doing the same. Ilkay turned his full attention back to the book below, a older text about the Holy Grail war itself.

Lovecraft, who was disguised as a paler, elderly man due to his natural deformities, was engrossed in a book on the history of Vytal and Vale. He took his attention from his book as to remove the fake oxygen mask from his face and take a sip of the water on the tray in front of him, then returning the disguise as he continued into the book of his until a voice echoed over the intercom.

"We will be landing shortly at the Vytal national airport. Please begin to return your trays to their upward position and any borrowed magazines to the pouches on the seat in front of you."

"I wonder if the military in my time had the luxury of these new planes aboard those in the Air Force." Lovecraft pondered aloud, his mask muffling his words.

"I thought it wouldn't matter, you went into the Navy so planes would have been of no concern to you." Ilkay replied instinctively.

"Correction, I tried to go into the Navy but wouldn't have me for medical reasons." the servant corrected.

"Even with the correction, the statement is still true." the magus added, closing his book as he knew it wouldn't be long before they would arrive.

"True enough. So do we follow the plan we set forth for ourselves once we land at the airport?" Lovecraft asked Ilkay, inquiring that something may be different apon landing.

Ilkay looked to his servant, then to the window to his side. He hadn't thought about if anything happened at the airport itself. Another master could appear, but the bistanders posed a threat to the moral rules most magus had.

"While we may both look a bit stood out from the crowd here, our presence shouldn't be easily detectable. If we do encounter the enemy we may be able to negotiate a truce to not harm the others here that are sightseeing, let alone the native." the magus answered as he fixed the table in front of him.

"The people of Vytal are said to be hearty people, and the surrounding cultures of Russia, Belarus, and Ukraine probably share a similar nature due to the cultural due to country's tendency to mingle.....or at least that's what I have read." Lovecraft noted, following Ilkay's actions and closing the tray table before him.

"Then that settles it. We try to blend in until we can make our way to town. From there we use what we know of the city to settle on a place of safety and establish a base of operations." the magus responded.

The two were quiet afterward, Lovecraft going back to his book and Ilkay in his own thoughts as the plan landed within the next half hour. The two got off the plane, finding not too many people at the airport. It looked like mostly people from other places visiting, with a few who seemed like normal residents. Even the runway was slightly empty, aside from one or two jetliners and private airplanes.