And there he was. Soon enough, Cecilia heard the sound of the crackling fire just nearby, and when she looked up at its source, Jonathan was right there, standing beside the rising flames. Wait...was he
always there? For a moment, Cecilia questioned how long he, and the fire, had been there in her peripheral vision...but she just as quickly shook that thought out of her head. It didn't matter. She couldn't let such intrusions distract her from what was important. Jonathan wanted a match. And, for whatever reason, he had dragged her out to
this ungodly hellhole of all places to have it. At this point, she didn't even want answers - she wanted to give him a piece of her mind.
It
certainly didn't help that he insisted on being cute about it, either. At Jonathan's flippant comments about the match and what it meant, Cecilia hissed under her breath, hugging her arms closer to her body as her muscles tensed. She was used to Jonathan's new spooky, mysterious persona - the same one he'd insisted on faffing about with when he issued the challenge in the first place - and she'd assumed that he'd bring it to the forefront here. But no, he was joking around as though all of this was perfectly normal; as though they weren't going to have a match in some abandoned village out in the middle of Colorado. At this point, Cecilia didn't know what was worse - the Jonathan who insisted on acting obtuse, or the one who made everything she did seem like a joke.
"Cut the crap, Jon," she said with a sneer.
"You and I both know this isn't time for fooling around. I don't just hop on a plane without very good reason. And if making you shut up is all the reason I need, then-"
Cecilia had begun to step closer to the fire as she spoke. But it was right at that moment that the flames flared up brighter, higher, and hotter, with a shower of sparks bursting from within. At that, Cecilia's eyes went wide, and she took a step back. Was it a trick of some hidden pyrotechnics...or maybe something more? Either way, she'd soon discover she and Jonathan weren't alone...
Kanon Fujiwara - one of Jonathan's newest associates, and as far as Cecilia was concerned, one who was even crazier than he was with her self-professed magical powers - suddenly rose from behind the crackling fire. She held a book in front of her - the same book, in fact, that Jonathan had given her following
his I Quit match against Marzia Servelli - neatly letting the pages drop open in the palm of her hand, and began to read. Her voice was slow and steady, its rhythm careful and controlled, almost like a chant.
"Praecedit te in forma hominis...Scire autem suum esse est cognoscere damnationem..."
As she read, the fire's crackles grew even louder; the air around them seemed to pulse with its heat. Once again, Cecilia realized she hadn't noticed her there before - and that was enough to make her start wondering, in the very back of her mind, what it was that was going on. Could she really trust her own senses? Her own ideas of what was and wasn't real? As her gaze shifted from side to side, her eyelid began to twitch, and her lips pulled back, revealing her teeth locked in an anxious grimace. But what chilled Cecilia most of all was what came next - as Kanon paused from her reading just long enough to lift her head and lock eyes with her. When she did, she smiled. And when she smiled...Cecilia knew that nothing here was safe.