[h1]Archer[/h1]

Archer regarded the stones for a moment as his Master held them out. "An interesting bit of magecraft I suppose. I'll set to work placing them immediately while performing my own reconnaissance." With that Archer snatched up the stones and hurriedly exited the abandoned house, using his superior agility to leap quickly to the roof and then maneuver his way across the area from the high ground while being as unobtrusive and stealthy as possible, though he doubted the ordinary humans of this age would have the sense to look up and see him at the speed at which he was moving. As he did he both laid out marked stones at what appeared to him to be inconspicuous spots that offered an overall accurate view of different sections of the city and examined the area for himself.

Things certainly had changed since his day, even if this was a foreign land. As far as he knew this city was considered relatively small compared to some of the bustling metropolises of the modern age, yet towards the main streets and what appeared to be the center and lower portion especially the buildings rose to a height that dwarfed anything constructed by mortal hands during his own lifetime. He supposed that if he were inclined to care he might even feel some pride in these obvious signs of humanity's progress, but those days were long past. The thought filled him with a certain bitter longing, so atop the roof of one of the taller buildings he paused for a moment to look up to the moon wondering at what might have been. 

But only for a moment. Once the stones had been placed in what seemed like a satisfactory surveillance network and he had scoped out much of the area there was only one thing left to do. He dropped down into what seemed like a small shopping district and slipped inside a clothing store easily evading the so-called 'security' systems in place. Once inside he stripped some clothing from one of the fake men, then visited a few more and repeated the process. When he was done he had acquired a fine long red and gold coat with serviceable fringes of fur, high platformed riding shoes as befitted a member of the noble warrior class and a broad-brimmed feathered hat to keep sun and wind from his face as he shot. With his own personal jewelry atop it he deemed himself properly dressed for the modern age. 
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[h1]Mamoru Hayashi[/h1]

Finally, Mamoru was ready. It had taken ages longer than it should have to prepare the summoning ritual for the grail war, but with Galatea acting as his hands in properly preparing it even while he personally oversaw each step he couldn't be too careful. Everything had to be precisely placed, and with hands other than his own doing much of the work the young man had had to take what seemed to him like an eternity. One mistake would cost him incredibly dearly after all. This was Mamoru's one chance to prove himself to his family that, despite his physical difficulties, despite his young age  he could still be of use to them. From the wheeled chair in which he sat in his rather comfortable hotel room he allowed himself a small smile as his more-than unusual maid Galatea ensured that the last preparations were completed and he began the chant. Hopefully the Servant he planned to summon would be enough, not just to do all of that but to prevent this new Grail from falling into evil hands that would misuse its' power. But regardless, now was the time!

[i]"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！"[/i]

Yes, finally, Mamoru Hayashi, discarded and pitied son of his family, was ready.