The GudaGuda event has tired me out a lot.
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The atmosphere in the room was still very heavy after the two boy's declaration. Circe didn't exactly care about that, but she did have to admire the boys' spirits and determination.
This meeting was a bit interesting, though she did wonder when the far more interesting part would come. Leaving her island to deal with the illegal drug that Chiron had initially pulled her over for when Gray was hit with it had been interesting enough, and then learning more about these bullets in this meeting? Well, she was starting to think that it was time to get back involved with the mundane world a bit more.
Admittedly, when Chiron had contacted her after ages of no word from him, she had been pissed off. The two got along, but she wouldn't have ever considered each other friends. Since she had returned, she never left her Island unless she needed to— which was rare— so to be suddenly called away to deal with arrogant humans who had forgotten about the original heroes? Well, it wasn't any mystery that she wasn't overly fond of the modern world, she had voiced as such in the Second Grail War that she and her master had obviously won. Her wish, similarly to Chiron, was to be back to her old self— Immortal and happily back on her island. The ageless Nymphai Aiaiai who had attended to her— the ones that were still around, that is— had rejoiced in her return.
Greece knew of her and never bothered her at all, and she briefly met with Chiron when he joined her in the ranks of Immortal Servants (well, more immortal than before, Servant status and all that) of Greece— life had been good.
She had kept up with the world wars (ha! as if she'd get involved!) and the evolution of man. Quirks held her attention for a bit, but not very long, and she was fine with not having to deal with the human world.
But her anger at being pulled from her island had melted away when both she and Chiron had found out that the drug and bullets had something to do with both Quirks and Magecraft.
She had instantly become more interested.
To be fair, who wouldn't? Most Mages refused to believe that Quirks had come from magic. Most Quirk users didn't even know that Magic existed. It was a new territory for Mages.
And Circe watched everything from her Island.
She wasn't wholly sure if Quirks came from Magic and Magecraft— since there were those with Quirks, those without, those with Magic Circuits, those without, and those with a combination— or if they were simply another mutation of sorts.
It was certainly a mystery.
And, while the drug that Chiron had her look at with him didn't do that much in pertaining to Circuits, the bullets that could destroy Quirks and overloaded Magic Circuits only perked her interest even more.
And made the mystery about Quirks an even stranger one.
"You boys have a good attitude, one that a lot of Heroes could take to heart," All Might told the green-haired and blonde-haired boys and Chiron nodded in agreement.
"However the fact remains that since Eri is the sole factor to this operation, she'll most likely be at the center of their stronghold," he continued. "We'd have to breakthrough. And, ah, by we, I mean the rest of you... Sorry, but all I can do is make sure Gray's at full power. We don't have confirmation on her location."
Gray shifted next to Circe and the Caster tapped her cheek with her fingers as she rested her head in her hand.
"That's exactly the problem," Nighteye said, leaning forwards on the table slightly. "We have to finish them with one blow, if we don't then they'll get the chance they need to counter-attack."
A map of japan lit up on the screen behind him that had been showing pictures the entire time. Dots marked certain locations as she gazed at it. Nighteye was saying something though she wasn't listening, her eyes glancing over at the rest of the group. Fatgum seemed to be barely containing some sort of rage.
"You were All Might's sidekick!" he shouted suddenly and she sighed, sitting up. "You've been awfully through in tiptoeing about!" he continued, "All the while, that little girl's been cryin' this entire time!"
All Might frowned as Chiron sighed.
"I kalýteri ámyna eínai i epíthesi," the Centaur in human form said, "'The best defense is a good offense'. Don't act so rashly, Fatgum. If the plan was to have us all rushing in like mad, then Nighteye wouldn't have given you this meeting. We would have just gotten a message to meet him at a location."
Circe glanced under the table, lips twitching upwards as she noticed Chiron's tail starting to swish. He was starting to get irritated as he tried to reason with Fatgum.
"We have to be careful not to misstep, else we run the risk of bolstering the Villains. Worst case scenario, they vanish from the map and we're back at square one," he continued.
It was like a switch was flipped and the room erupted into arguing, Fatgum's voice being the most prominent while Chiron's tail swishing got faster. That cube Mystic Code of Gray's wasn't much help, also joining in with the yelling for yelling's sake.
She giggled as she watched, making Gray sigh.
Fatgum was becoming someone of her interest.
She did love certain types of stubborn men. All the better if they were cute.
She blinked as Red Beryl raised a hand, quieting the rabble. "Um, if I could ask a question..." the redhead started and Nighteye nodded, signaling her to continue.
"I'm not completely knowledgeable about your abilities, Sir Nighteye, but if you have the ability to see into the future, then can't you just look ahead and see what our outcome is?" The Red Gemstone Hero asked, tilting her head. "At the rate we're going, we're not going to agree on anything. I'm a bit wary about giving the 'OK' for the entire agency in Best Jeanist's stead without knowing all the details."
"That's not how it works," Gray said from beside Circe and all eyes turned to her. "Though it's different, both Sir and I have foresight abilities. We're both limited as well, and I can say for sure that the future has branching paths. Even if Sir were to use his Quirk on one of us, the future can change in an instant." she explained before she tapped the side of her head. "And even if it doesn't, what would you do if we saw a death that was inevitable?"
Nighteye nodded. "My Quirk should only be used when chances of success are at their highest. It should be used as insurance and it shouldn't be used recklessly when there are too many uncertainties."
"Even death is information!" the dark-skinned man from before (Lockrock? Rocklock? Something like that) said, "Then you can put together a plan to avoid it! The kid just said that the future can change!"
"It's not like telling a fortune or taking a quiz with multiple endings," Chiron countered, "Time isn't something that should be messed with in the first place. In certain cases, fate has a lockdown on outcomes."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Archer," He snapped and Circe frowned. He evidently didn't know who he was talking to.
The son of the Titan of Time. He would know when those locks appeared. A sixth sense of sorts, she supposed.
"Nighteye! It'll be okay!" the hero continued, ignoring Chiron, "You can take a look at me! I'll avoid the outcome as many times as you want."
She glanced over to the green-haired man, who bowed his head.
"I can't."
"Then! Kid!" he turned to Gray, who startled a bit before she frowned, adjusting her hood.
"Hey, leave Gray alone!" Astolfo shouted, slamming his hands on the table as he stood, scowling, "She's not back to full strength! You want her injured or somethin'!?"
When the hero started to protest, Gray held a hand up to stop the two from breaking into a fight.
"Astolfo's right. I'd either blind myself, blind All Might, or see the past instead," she told him, her tone full of authority as her eyes seemed to flicker orange. "For me to use my Eyes of Sybil I have to be at full strength. I'm more recovered than yesterday, but... well, try using your Quirk after having your nervous system forcefully pulled from your body while you're awake and tell me how it works."
"Calm down Gray," Yagi said as silence fell over the room. Ryukyu gazed at the gray haired girl for a moment more before she sighed, closing her eyes.
"In any case," she said, "Let's proceed with the plan. Don't forget, there is a girl in trouble here."
Nighteye stood abruptly. "Locating the girl and securing her rescue," he told them, "Our goal is to resolve the situation as quickly and effectively as possible. Thank you all for your cooperation."
Circe raised a brow before she held a hand up.
"Question for the little humans," she said and all eyes turned to her. "What am I supposed to do? I don't have one of those fancy licenses for Heroics or whatever you call it now."
Chiron blinked. "Oh about that, I have a student from Greece who will be sending one over for you tomorrow. Congratulations, Circe. Or should I say "Pro Hero: Okeanos"? Welcome to the International Heroes."
"So this is what being a Hero feels like?" she asked as the Heroes stared at her and Chiron. "Thanks, I hate it."
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The Nymphai Aiaiai or the Nymphs of Aeaea were Circe's handmaidens in Greek Myths. I had checked the Grail Wars and the only Servant in the Second Holy Grail War was another Hassan-i-sabbah, so Circe was the Caster in this world.
Circe's character is a bit harder for me to pin down, but I hope you guys dont mind me putting her into the story.