Minuet heaved a sigh of relief as she heard her horse's hoof beats on the solid ground of the world she had just entered, and breathed in the clear, crisp air of autumn in the Scottish Highlands. Not that she knew where she was, but that didn't keep her from appreciating the fine weather. What did stop her from appreciating the weather were the three people standing in front of her, their expressions mixtures of shock, curiosity, and a little suspicion. She offered them a friendly smile, and began her greeting. "Cyme we inne frid." She sincerely hoped they would understand the 'universal' language her forebears had used when coming to a new land, but two out of the three people before her looked at her as though she was speaking absolute nonsense.
The oldest, however, seemed more puzzled than anything. A moment later, and it clicked. "Cyme we inne frid fram the grip of deap to liffe in dis smylte land?" Come we in peace from the grip of death to life in this fair land. That greeting hasn't been used in this world in... several millennium.
Minuet nodded, and continued to speak in the universal language. "I am Minuet, daughter of Rhapsody and princess of the Cymrian Empire and the Lirin Realm of Tyrian. Is there a more common language we can speak in?"
Answering in English, so that both Lavi and Allen would understand, he answered "Yes. We call this language English. Do you understand it?"
The language was like a conglomeration of Firbolg and Lirin- the structure of Firbolg, and what sounded like the vocabulary of the Lirin language. It took her a moment, but she responded with a "Yes, I do." The accent was very strange to them, but understandable. Speaking slowly, and trying to make as few mistakes as possible, "Did you visualize a person postluding out of this tear?" Ok, so it was actually quite terrible, but it got the message across.
"Did I see another person coming through the rift? No, I did not. We just arrived ourselves. We are searching for a substance called Innocence, and we believe that the rift may have been caused by it. Do you know anything about it?" Sure, it was a stretch, but perhaps this woman knew something of value.
"Innocence? I do not know anything about it." She could feel the element of ether about them, but she knew nothing of Innocence.
The older man was about to say something else when the white haired boy's eyes grew wide, and his left eye went black. The redhead whipped out a hammer about the size of a pen. "How many, and where are they?"
"S-seven level two's. And they're coming in from town." He closed his eyes, and suddenly his left arm became a huge armored claw. From the redhead came the cry of "Ĺzuchi Kozuchi: Man, Man, MAN!" and the pen sized hammer grew to be as large as he was.
The white haired boy turned to her, a pleasant smile on his face. "You might want to stay back. It's about to get very dangerous here."
Now, Minuet had been in several sticky situations, and she knew that she could handle herself in a battle, but she did not know of the dangers of this world. So, until she knew what was going on, she would allow them to handle any battles. Still, that didn't mean that she was going to relax and just let them take care of her. No, She would be on high alert, ready to take care of herself should she need to. To that affect, she allowed her senses to spread out, listening to the wind, letting it tell her what was coming and from where. What she heard was the clicking and whirring of machines, mixed with the organic sounds of blood and weeping. "What is that sound?" Since they weren't here, she might as well ask what they were going to be facing.
"What sound?" The white haired boy expressed the confusion they were all feeling, since their senses were not as sharp as Minuet's, and they lacked the tie to the element of the Wind that allowed her such fantastic hearing.
"It sounds almost like a living machine, but it's also crying. It sounds rather... pitiable." She was, after all, her mother's daughter, and she felt sorry for the poor things.
"Those are akuma. They iare/i living machines, programmed to kill and powered by a soul that is trapped inside. It's our job, as exorcists, to destroy them and release the soul." The young man then turned to the akuma, which were just entering sight.
As the akuma drew closer, she placed her hand on Tysterisk, the sword her mother had given her after Michael, the Waste of Breath had been defeated. These...things sounded far too close to a Rakshas for comfort.
The three exorcists leaped into action, as one of the akuma began to fire its blood-bullets at the four people standing by the rift. Minuet backed her horse away from the attacking machines, trying to keep the beast calm. That proved to be very difficult, when a bullet made it through the exorcist's defenses, and hit her square in the chest. Swearing, Minuet called upon the power of her sword and her own connection to Wind to keep her from landing on her back, and crushing the instruments in her pack. Instead, she landed in a headstand and vaulted into a standing position. "Death's hairy iballs/i that hurt! Rutting machine!"
As she cursed the akuma that tried to kill her, she pulled the instruments out of her pack- all of them small hand harps like the kind her mother had used when passing through the fire at the center of the earth. She took the first one, and plucked out a haunting melody, and whispered isamoht/i, then set the little harp down. She took the next one, and played another melody that seemed to compliment and at the same time completely ignore the first, creating a slightly dissonant quality to the music. By now, all the akuma had stopped moving, and the exorcists were looking rather confused.
A third harp was played, following this same theme of dissonance and harmony, followed by her own voice. This last melody was punctuated by deep clicks in the back of her throat as she completed the first net in the thrall ritual. Still keeping in the same rhythm and tone of the 'song', Minuet addressed the exorcists. "Kill them now, before I pass out, if you don't mind. I can't hold this up forever." Hearing her speak, the three leaped into action, and soon vanquished the remaining akuma. As soon as the machines were destroyed, Minuet released the ritual, and fell to her knees. "Well that was fun..." was all she said before everything went black and she fell to the ground, unconscious.