Gilgamesh sat atop his throne waiting for this year’s Holy Grail War to begin. He sighed in frustration before he got up and walked towards the edge of the balcony that over looked the arena. This will be where my entertainment will perform for me. I will be judge, jury and executioner to this year’s battle. A king like myself shouldn’t be down there in the dirt fighting for his crown. He should be high above his peasants and gladiators, watching them give their life to their king for his amusement. A smile formed on his face as he turned back towards his throne. Behind it was the grail, but what Gilgamesh didn’t see was the sickly purple miasma slowly pouring from the grail as it strained to maintain all the power required to make Gilgamesh’s wish a reality. Gilgamesh laughed as he raised his hands into the air, “Come my warriors! Entertain your king and claim my trinket for your own!” Gilgamesh let his arms fall to his side and added, "For once you've rise to the top. It will make it so enjoyable to watch you fall back into the mud"

The clearing was quiet, dark under the shadow of Gilgamesh's castle's shadow. Corbet suspected that Gilgamesh's presence had long since driven out anything with a strong self survival instinct. What does that make me? The Frenchmen thought with a chuckle. The voice echoed out from the castle, it's almost incomprhensible words breaking the Frenchmen from his reverie.

Corbet breathed a deep sigh of relief as he finished examined his summoning circle. Nothing was wrong, except for the lack of summoning item to focus his demand, of course. He didn't like this random drawing into the abyss of time and power, hoping that he would get a powerful enough servant that he could win this new and twisted Holy Grail War. But, what could he do? There wasn't any time to grab a proper focus for his summoning, nor did he have the money to do so. It required more influence then he had to even think about buying a focus to summon a specific spirit. A coin appeared from his suit and he walked it along his knuckles as he walked around, idly reexamining the summoning circle. "Silver and iron in the origins. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the conerstone...." He continued muttering to himself until he was back where he started. "Nothing left to do." He muttered to himself, a slight nervous smile crossing his face. His coin disappeared back into his coat jacket. He reached out with one hand, gathering his mana filling the summoning circle with the necessary power. His eyes seemed to glow with his power and he spoke out.

"Guerrier de longues périodes passées, je annoncer ma demande.

Votre auto est sous moi, mon sort est dans votre épée.

Conformément à l'approche de la Saint-Graal, si vous respectez ce sentiment, cette raison , puis répondre.

Voici mon serment. Je suis celui qui devient tout le bien du monde des morts, je suis celui qui énonce tout le mal du monde des morts.

Vous , sept cieux vêtus de trois mots de pouvoir, arrivez de l'anneau de la dissuasion, ô gardien de l'équilibre!

Smoke and sparks of fire rose from the summoning circle, making it impossible for him to see who he had plucked from their own timeline and forced to serve him in a fight to the death against other servants and Masters.

Viona looked up to the sky as Gilgamesh proclaimed his message to all who could hear him, the arrogant bastard. The Holy Grail War was located in London, a new refreshing change for the battlefield but it was abnormal, it was not meant to be simply. That was what she was told, by whom, she didn't know but it was right. All reports of the Holy Grail War ritual happen was located far from London, and interestingly enough was centralized particularly in Fuyuki City. But either way The Mage's Association would be arriving soon enough however, before they could get their chance, Viona had already gathered the necessary materials. She had already assembled them before hand, but how did she know that Gilgamesh would appear in London, she also didn't know besides the little nagging feeling in the corner of her memories. All she knew what to do here, was what she was standing on top of the Tower Bridge in London which crossed the river Thames of southern England. People were giving strange looks at her and dialing a number on their phones as she stood on top of the bridge but that didn't matter.

On top of that bridge, and in the center of one of the walkways connecting the two, there was Viona. Her ingredients that were needed was already brought, as well as assembled with Viona looking down in front of where she stood. A circle of blood, with glass jars stained red filled with blood before but now discarded with their purpose fulfilled. Her right has raised, hovering over the circle, before her first world could even be heard the flow of prana could be felt as it knew what was happening. The flow of prana coursing in her body and veins were ignited in her before it started flowing out like a jug tipped upside down. The strain ebbed and flowed as she could feel her prana escaping her body, watching the effect of the ritual assimilate before her. The activity was distracting and a strange crawling underneath the skin sensation along with the internal warmth from within was definitely strange but did not take away from her priorities. The ritual was going along steadily, but progress would not bear its fruit just yet, something more was needed to be added but she already knew, didn't she?

"I ask to the earth with a gentle prayer. I beseech to the earth with my humble offer. I summon forth the earth to answer my call. I am the herald for the earth, messenger of the great force of this planet which answers that it must be preserved!" Viona said out loud as her circle, warped with energy, crackling every so often with the concentration of all the energy collected in one place. However, there was something else that cause the ritual to be even more particular.

"I humbly ask once more the earth to beseech me its powers!
Open (reveal). Open (reveal). Open(reveal). Open(reveal). Open(reveal)
Ask every five times.
Come forth once open and reveal yourself to me."

This ritual as atypical from each that she had recorded but what the voice insider head told her to do, she followed. As with each word, the ritual advanced bringing 'it' closer as 'it' approached.

"Your self is under me, our fate and doom is in your hands.
In the presence of this Holy Grail, if you follow this prayer not just from me but the earth itself, this command that calls out, then answer it and reveal yourself.
Here is my prayer. I am the one who will usher the good back to the world, I am the one who banish out all the evil of the world."

Thrusting out her hands, the few last words were faintly said, as she said the last final words to her prayer in near silence to whoever came from her ritual.

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

~Master~
Baraka had a different scene for his summoning. Mood was a part of it too, he assured himself, as he searched for the perfect place to summon a Servant. After realizing that London was not like his home and that many parts of it weren't left purely natural, he compromised and found a placid park to perform the ritual. Using his keen skills of observation, he deduced that no one was in the park because they were held up in traffic or watching a sports game of some sort. Rugby? They watched that, right?

After many a minute spent trying to figure out if Rugby was a real thing or just something that he just made up during his travel through the Egyptian wastes, he finally decided that now would be a good time to set up his summoning circle. Whilst focusing his prana, Baraka created four large stones no smaller than a foot and a half each. He pulled a bag from his pocket, drew the jagged dagger at his side, and cut his palm to let blood into the bag. He used the knife to toss the soft clay into the bag a bit so that the blood would mix in considerably. He then began to sprinkle the now red clay onto the ground in effort to create an elaborately patterned circle, using the cornerstones as markers. After the circle was completed, and that was good as he was now out of soft clay, he placed a palm sized chunk of gold into the center of the circle.

As he backed away, he focused as much prana as he could using the circle as an anchor.

"Mater Vitae, as your child and protector
I ask of thee that you lend your strength

Life blood of stone, return from me
Flow unto my Servant
Bring forth one powerful enough to serve and protect
The will of the land and the will of my soul

Deliver!"

With this incantation uttered, Baraka knelt at the edge of the circle as smoke and fire began to ripple from the center of the summoning altar. He calmly awaited the appearance of his Servant, arm rested on his knee as he rested in position.

~Servant~
From the billowing smoke in front of Corbet, a figure emerged. Coughing slightly and pounding his chest to further bring fresh air into his lungs, the man took a very careful look at the person in front of him. Adjusting the toothpick in his mouth with a light flick of the tongue, he took a good look at who it was that was in front of him. He pointed at Corbet and cleared his throat.

"You're the one who brought me here, right? ...not very impressive." He furrowed his brow a bit as he got a closer look at Corbet. He wiped some dust off of his shoulder before stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Alistair grumbled to himself as he walked amidst the streets of London, wearing a glove to hide the red mark branded upon his hand. Cyrses hung on his breath, vitriolic, in Russian, and aimed at the golden figure in the sky who claimed dominion of this war, and of the entire planet itself, as if a dead spirit could do so

"This is nonsense," he muttered to himself, darkly. As a mage, he would have liked more time to prepare, to plan, to procure a catalyst to ensure that he got someone who would be able to win the war. But that wasn't what he got. He didn't even have the time, to make sure that the ceremony was performed when his magical power was at it's peak. Instead it would be a mad gamble, a summoning based on affinity and a prayer that he would get someone who could do what needed to be done.

He held on to a wrapped bottle, what anyone would assume to be some sort of drink. But rather, it was the blood that would be needed for the summoning. Given what he had to go on, he needed to be creative with this, and creative he would be. If this was how the War would be conducted, then so be it. For the honor of his family and for Russia, he would do his best.

At last he came to a rest, standing in a cobblestone alleyway in Old London, near where the Globe Theater had been rebuilt. There was history here, and hopefully that history would provide him with someone powerful, whether it be a British person, or someone related to Shakespeare's plays. One could hope either way.

He crouched, uncorking the bottle and letting the liquid flow as he created a summoning circle on the uneven cobblestone. With it done he discarded the bottle and stepped back, observing his work. Normally a catalyst would go in the middle of it, but he didn;t have time for that. He would have to do his best.

That said, he closed his eyes, letting a drop of blood from his own hand fall into the circle, as he began.

"Fill, fill, fill, fill. Unto the fifth, then fall asunder.

Let my body be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation

Cold and iron, ice and blood to serve as a call. To fight as one until the death, to earn one's place and to deserve the name of a hero. Shut the cardinal gates, come out from the waiting crown, and let spin the three branched road to the Kingdom beyond it.

Thus solemnly I declare. As you serve under me, so shall my fate be with your weapon. And so, I call upon you to submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail, and to come forth for me now.

Born in tundra, born in the cradle of life itself, until the War is win and the reward with.

So as I call, come to me, Heroic Spirit!"

A flash, and the summoning circle sprang to life, while he waited with bated breath. Time to see how he had fared in the lottery then.

[Queue]

The night was calling, the sweet sounds of white noise reverberating through the brain and bringing her one step closer to screaming in anxiety beyond comprehension. The recent dose of those pills had kicked her up to a new high, making her mind play the worst of tricks on her at every waking moment. Even the smallest of notions, the whisper of a silhouette on the edge of her vision, or the empty sensation of blood poured into this little room of hers that she had taken up to rent...It was all getting to her. Her hands held two things in them -- a case containing several yellow and white pills, and a book with ancient text written within it that was translated on the opposite end of the page. She was far beyond being herself, but she had taken herself off of the daily dosage just enough to let the mana push its way into her body and cause an unbearable pain that made it hard to even stand. Yet, she was here. She was here trying to do this...To do this right, anyways. The first few attempts had succeeded in nothing as she couldn't quite draw the summoning circle right.

Mai Tsukigami was not a woman of many riches, no. She had a smaller home. Good enough for one person, good enough for someone who didn't leave home outside of her job. Good enough for someone who hallucinated more through life than she saw in clarity. Aware of her condition and lingering within it still, the thin black fur-lined jacket that brushed past her knees kept her warm as she sat against the wall. At her side, several instruments to create a summoning circle including several emptied boxes of what presumably drew not one, but six failed attempts at a circle and one correct version in front of her, a closed pocket knife, and a few other notes amongst it. This Holy Grail....If it could do as she thought it could, then there was only the attempt that could be made in the end of the day. A smile on her lips, she laughed and glanced up at the ceiling of bloodied words to read her notes upon it, despite her never seeing it in her conscious states without the medication. It was all far too normal for her with the lingering effects of intensionally missing a dose for it. Brushing down her skirt and readjusting her button-down shirt, she finally began to get to work again.

Running out of other materials to draw with, she had one last chance to do this right. And it was nothing without the skeletal figures hanging from her shoulders. It was nothing without the audience of half-eaten rats sitting in their little jury box to judge her final glance at what she wanted. One simple wish, one wish that could hurt no one but herself. A wish that she very well saw to being worth dying over even...! The gentle laugh came with a glance of her digits over the page before she crawled over to it and took hold of the pocket knife that she'd used to cut herself earlier with in her first attempt. Another slice right along the palm saw to blood dripping down atop the circle as she began to chant once more. Just sober enough from the hallucinations. Just one foot out of the psychosis to do it right...

"U͡llis ͡p̷unic͡eaeve͝ ҉a̴gitant͝ ̨esse̷n͡t͞i҉a ch̸o͘r̷o҉squ͢e ͘du͘c҉ent̶e͘s͝ ͏i̛n ͡h̸o͠c ̵ci͝rc̷u̕l͏o͜ ̕vo̴ca̶t.
͝
͘S̨e͏d͏ ul̴t̶eriu̢s ̨n̴on ex̸te͝nd̀itu̷r,҉ ̀qu͢o̢d͏ non͏ i̛n͠v͞enitur, ̨s̷ed ̴ad ̡u͘l̕t̸ima͡m d̢i͡m̸ica̵re.̴
͟
Co̕rpùs ͝v͠ec̨ti͞g͘a͏l̕ ̨ma̸n̵a ̛m̷éa̢ e̴ss͝ènt͘ià mi̴hi͝ ͢a̧d̛ ̧t̷e͢ ͠i͟n tem͘pơre ̵b̡e̴lli̵ inmine͘nt͟i p̀ug̕n̨ae͏ ̶disser̷ít.̨
̢
I̴n͏ sàngui͝ne͝ lac͘rím̴a̡nd̡o dol͝ore͠ la͏e̸ti̴t̸iá -͘ ͟t̵i͏um off͟e̕ro hu҉mano a͜c̨cersi q͞u̕i p̵ugn̛abit̵ ̧pr̶o ipsi̴s͜ ̕Grakchos͢ ̢na̕t҉i̴o͡n̛e͡ś ̡gr̕a͠t̵ia҉ Sp̡ir̴itu̸s͢ ̸S̡a̷nct͡i̕.̕

͝Naśc̶itu͟r ͝i̧niưr͡ia̷,̴ ̢s͞ùs̀c͝itavi̢t͡ ̛o̕di͟o.͢ C͢r͜e̸v̸it ̵ļi̵v͠o̕r ̡i̕n̸ hun͟c ̕c̶asum͝.
͞
́Audite m͝e,́ e̷t̶ suśc͟i̛p̴e҉ ̸be̶ned͞íct́io̧nem ̴ha͏n͜c ͡c̡o͝n͝tr͢actus, ̕Her̵o͡ìc͝a̛ ̸Spir͢itu̕s҉!"

With blood pouring into the circle and turning a light blue into blood red, the ritual was finally done right, the black mist that poured from her own edition of the summoning circle to call forth a Heroic Spirit into this wrong timeline came to. What would appear? Something to save her? Something to end her? She and those in her head could only wait in baited breath and broken bodies...~


From the moment that the summoning circle sprang to life, the softest song emit from it before changing to a harsh shriek. The first to arise from the mist that formed within the center of the uneven summoning circle was a pair of shadowed, wisp-like clawed hands that clawed at the ground to begin pulling out whatever they connected to. From that came the sight of a pure white veil that rested upon a hair of deepest onyx. A crimson gaze to glance out and at the male that called upon this being defaulted to...amusement, as the rest of this body -- female, as it seemed, was gracefully lifted up and rested upon the palm of a larger clawed hand that emerged underneath her.

Her clothing spoke of an older age -- village times, with careful lacing and bountiful ruffles of her dress. Only the touch of modernism came -- perhaps with her summoning -- as she let out a deep sigh and slowly leaned in. With one hand holding onto her makeshift throne, she leaned forward, several red spider lilies pinned to her hair and veil moving in sequence as she spoke out in a tone that seemed delightfully sweet, angelically innocent even. To a point, this woman before him looked fit to go to a wedding or a wake rather than take up the battlefield in any manner at all.

"Ah. I suppose this means only one thing. Hello, handsome.~ Are you my Master?~"

A tone quick to find such a flirtatious way about it, a gentle giggle escaped her lips as she looked at the serious air about him. T'was a stiffy? Nothing that she couldn't work out in time...~

Servant

With the conclusion of the ritual, the summoning circle lit in a blaze of light, a white flash growing to encompass the present room. A clarion call was sent across time and space, aimed at the Throne of Heroes and those who resided there, to draw in a Spirit to fight in that most noble of battles, the Holy Grail War. And, as Mai had hoped, something answered.

A woman would emerge then, materializing from the aether and the realm of spirits. She was tall, clas in a long black dress that went down almost to her ankles, accentuated by a blue top, a green bow, and black gloves that covered her hands and lower arms, revealing almost a minimum of skin. As for herself, she was pale, an unearthly white that seemed as though it should belong to no human. Her hair was relatively short, except for three long braids which fell past her shoulders, and sported green intertwining with normal brown.

She appeared in the circle in what almost seemed like a position of dance, a hand on her hip, an arm pulled across her chest, and her right foot positioned in front of her left on black heels. She was calm, almost taciturn, as the ritual came to a close, with the spirit fully manifested.

The Servant looked around the room then before focusing on the one being present, a woman on the floor in a skirt and button down shirt. Still, she did not frown or scowl, instead looking down at the girl before it. "Well then, you are the one who is to be my master?" There was a tone of disbelief in that, for it was real. This pitiful human could hardly compare to her previous master. But if she had to fight, as the knowledge imparted by the Grail said that she must, then she would.

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Master

Alistair winced for a moment at the harsh shriek that emanated from the circle, and he took a step back at the quite visual display that took place before him. This was...this was beyond unexpected, and certainly not what he would have assumed would happen with a normal summoning. Yet he had no basis for that, and had to assume that he was doing something right. It would not have happened otherwise.

The woman seemed to rest on a larger hand, with blood red eyes, a veil on black hair, with a dress and spider lilies in her hair to go with it. Then she leaned forward and spoke to him, with what she had to say as the rite of all Servants. Yet he couldn't stop his mind, some primal fear or long forgotten history from his Russian heritage, to scream of 'danger', to warn of this servant and what would come of her.

But Alistair had no choice. There were no do overs, and so he would have to accept what he had.

So he nodded, taking a step forward as he banished his fear. This had to be done, one way or another. "I am," he confirmed, taking off his glove and presenting her with the glowing red lines of the Command Seals that had been emblazoned on his wrist, indicating his status."

Her tone was ignored for now as he went on. "May I ask whom it is that I have the honor of addressing?" Without a catalyst, there was no way to know for certain. As it stood, either actual name or class name would do. What he needed was information, to begin planning and preparing, and he would have it.

Master
Tatsunoko had already prepared the ritual in the center of a local park. He had already taken down everyone in the park.
He modified the usual ritual a bit, using the blood of a few locals he had just taken down, hoping it would bring him better results.
He was hoping to obtain an Assassin or Archer class of servant, but as long as he didn't get the annoying Berserker or Rider class, he felt like he would be fine.
Tatsunoko was still looking through the thermal scope of his sniper rifle, unable to detect anyone in the area.
"Well then... All or nothing..." He said to himself, as he extended one of his arms towards the summoning circle as he closed his eyes.
"Sentō de shibō shite iru eiyū no rei ga,
watashi wa anata no koto o onegai shi,
futatabi ikiru tame ni modotte modotte kudasai.
Watashi ni anata no saikyō no seishin, watashi no junsuina tamashī,
no soba de tatakau koto ga dekiru mono o mamoru koto ga dekiru mono o okutte kudasai.
Watashi wa, karera o shōkan!"
The last few words he shouted, as the circle started releasing smoke all over the place.
Tatsunoko stared at the center of the circle, ready to see who would serve him in this battle.

Servant
A few seconds after Viona was done with her summoning ritual, the summoning circle turned into ice. A few more seconds later, a few shards of ice started erupting out of the ground around the circle, not hitting Viona. Even more seconds later, a girl appeared in the center of the circle. The girl was just sitting there with crossed legs with a depressed look in her eyes.
The girl looked to be very young, around the age of 16, and didn't exactly seem as any kind of threat.
The girl had a lollipop in her mouth, and had purple shoulder-length straight hair and, what looked to be, blue eyes, but they had some purple in them too. She wasn't exactly on the long side, being only 1 meter and 60 centimeters.
Her clothing style was quite unique, she wore a white sweatshirt with long dark blue sleeves, wearing a black singlet under it. She also wore some kind of yellow pendant. Beneath that, she wore a light brown pleated checkered skirt, with long dark & light purple striped stockings and a pair of white shoes.
The girl didn't exactly look to harmful, if anything you would say she is your average schoolgirl.
The girl turned towards the one who just summoned her, with a sad and depressed look on her face.
"So... You are my master... Right?" She whispered just loud enough for her master to hear with an innocent and pure voice.
The girl started to stare in the distance after completing her sentence.
It was as if she just saw something horrible, and had a hard time processing it.

[BRESERKER - SERVANT]
@Cinderella Man

From the the abyss, Berserker traveled, following the tugging sensation that pulled her through into the world. Feeling that this was indeed the right place, she entered the new world... The ritual circle, illuminated intensely as the energy from within simply blew up as a noticeable humming noise could be heard. Before suddenly, the smoke and fire included swirled into a condensed singular black ball and simply exploded covering the area within a smokescreen. The servant ritual was shattering from the shear force of ever energy was summoned from the ritual was intense as, but never the less it work. As something with their bare feet touched the grass, and in a instant the smoke dispersed revealing the final product of Baraka's summoning ritual. A feeling of chill could be felt as its first step into the world, a small lithe creature rose from the ground.

Turning around to face Baraka was a girl that looked no older than a teenager with pink hair accompanied also by pink eyes that looked at him. However, she was dressed in not a uniform of any sort but a dark black cloak with covered her head with a hoodie and had tattered ends to it, showing a little bit of delicate figure. She had this sort of divine glow that surrounded her briefly as the first several moments to look at her were difficult and painful but eventually they subsided before disappearing entirely. She looked at him with a confused look on her face but she glanced around the park they were in before looking back at Baraka. Blinking once... then twice... then once more.

But then, their silent staring contest was interrupted when a sudden realization came before her, as she checked herself for something of her possession but seemingly lacked it. Looking around the floor for a second and she scanned the grass and the cement before she found what she was missing. Walking pass Baraka, before kneeling down and picking up a light blue phone, she flipped the phone open before she glance at its contents. Looking at them for a few moments, before a clear static noise emanated from the phone. Stopping a few seconds latter, the girl stared at Baraka now pulling down her hood. Smiling warmly towards him, before abruptly hugging him for no apparent reason, well at least for Baraka... But if there was ever a time instinct told him to play along with something, they were now screaming at him to just follow the girl's story and initiation of personal contact but he still had the conscious decision to question who the hell she was and why she was hugging him.

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[MASTER]
@Ploxerdon

Viona looked at the girl, study her for a few seconds before she deducted that her servant was most likely of some sort of Asian descent, most likely Japanese just by looking at her. Looking fairly young as if she was in high-school at the moment, she obviously did not look old enough to be a senor idea She with what she knew and what her mind was whispering inside her brain telling, was able to piece together who her servant was. Looking at her, Viona nodded to her question "I am indeed your master, Mizore Shirayuki. Now let me ask you, are you willing to by Servant for the Grail War?" Viona asked the girl, guessing her identity already wasn't hard considering what forces was driving Viona.

Looking at her servant during the meantime however, was a more interesting that she found herself doing as her servant dressed in a very particular way. It surprisingly worked together with the combination of clothes that she was wearing, but still nevertheless she hasn't seen anyone wearing a style like hers. She at first glance didn't look like she was anything worth of being any sort of interest to her master, but Viona knew the nature of this girl whether she wanted to or not and it couldn't be helped. She was just different, and when it comes to noticing things with different qualities, Viona was the first to notice those peculiarities. And while she knew who her Servant was, she wasn't too sure of the capabilities of her servant without seeing them in action and so she made sure to keep an mental note of this so she could see the full extent of her servant.

@KabenSaal
Chad stood in the middle of the summoning circle and took a deep breath. All this started because of that ego maniac Gilgamesh. According to Jason: to be able to control the grail and clamming it as your own was unheard of, but the twisted magic Jason was feeling made him uneasy. Chad didn’t really understand much about the Holy Grail Wars since he only had a month to understand the summoning process.

“Alright Chad, just stand in the circle and preform the summoning ritual I’ve shown you,” Jason said. Chad nodded and took another deep breath before he began.

“Fill, fill, fill. fill. fill,” Chad said before he continued, “heed my words, my will creates your body and your weapon creates my destiny. If you heed the grails call and obey my will and reason. Then answer my summoning!”

The circle began to glow and aura swirled around him as the magic intensified. The screaming of souls echoed throughout the gym as Chad clutched his chest. It felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest. As suddenly as the whirling magic appeared, it disappeared. Ched opened his eyes and saw the heroic spirit standing before him.

Caster, never one to really enter quietly, did not simply appear in the summoning circle when she was called into the world by the Master. No, instead, the Servant awnsered the call by smashing through the roof of the gym directly above the ritual circle, spreading debris and dust everywhere, and kicking up a storm. However, when it cleared enough to see, there was not a speck on her pure white coat, nor a crease or crinkle to show she had just smashed through said roof. Aside from the coat, she didn't seem to have any sort of weapon, and the only thing that stood out was a small, red gem-like sphere in her left glove. Even her light ginger hair, tied into twin pigtails was pristine, without so much as a scrap of debris in them, or a hair out of place.

Then, after a few seconds of scanning around the Gym, looking casual but having an underlying motive, her blue eyes turned to Chad and Jason.
"Good day, I am Caster. Which of you two is my Master?" She asked, brushing off imaginary lint from her shoulder, and then looking back at the two, striking an intimidating figure even though she stood, unarmed, and even smiling softly.

[Queue]

A success that saw to a woman clad in gown to dance. Beautiful hair, pale skin, thoughts underlying that Mai should only assume to be poor. Far more aware of her physical stature than she cared to say, the disappointment must have been somewhere within, even if it was visibly hidden well. The effects of the Duotine from the night before finally wearing off, the vasts amount of prana pouring from her skin alone could have been suffocating if it were much past that. Instead, a smile that slowly came from a genuine clarity, outside of the hints of the visible hallucinations past her eyes, accompanied tired eyes. That question was something that would never make sense to her in the end, but it was supposed to be agreed upon to seal the contract of sorts to truly be allowed to participate in this coming war.

"I am. My name is Mai Tsukigami. May I ask yours, ma'am?"

Anxiety rose at the back of her neck, the slight burning sensation upon her palm prompted her to hold up her left hand, showing to the three glowing red circles filled with red runes. The bright red glow dimmed for the moment as she moved her hand down and chose to wrap one of the many bandages that she took along in the event of a Duotine breakdown to slowly wrap around her palm and take to concealing it. It would be best to not allow others to see it as an in-case for the time being, no?

And with that notion, now that she thought about it... Mai had begun to pick up the supplies that she had used, pill case dropped in her haste. It was rude to leave a guest waiting. Rude to leave a guest standing. There was a need to fulfill it.
"There's a seat over there. Heels are generally uncomfortable. Take a seat. Relax as possible, if possible. Leaving you to stand there without offering some method to hospitality would ensure me to be an ass of an individual."



The glowing lines ensured that she was aware of her place. Oh, one to take charge? This would be fun. A tap of the lips came as she settled back into the shadowy hand holding her and hummed to herself. A Master that was so focused on preparations all of the time meant that she would find herself bored if she didn't change him...And where would that leave her to spend her time?

But since he was rather cute, it wasn't terribly hard to relent to answering his question -- in her own way of course, as she made notion to his words with a more playful tone than anything else.
"Master, you seem rather hurried. You should let me take some tension off of your shoulders instead for a while.~ Though...If you must ask, I will give you a hint, since you seem to be the type to like something to look into. I am the first witch of Ireland. I do believe the common ideal is to refer to me as 'Caster' around your enemies?"

And thus, she finally motioned for the hand to let her on her feet, taking a single step forward and taking this time to begin examining him to the fullest. Like a predator sizing up her next meal, she wanted to see the intricate little details. Nicely dressed, a particular air about him -- noticable lack of reaction to her flirtatious tone...Different from her last Master in a few ways of such, but nothing she couldn't completely complain about.

"Shall you figure it out on the spot, or may I suggest a few more hints to that head of yours? You do seem like someone I'd like to get to know a bit more...personally. It'd be a shame to be stuck with a dull man after so long, otherwise..."

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Jason pushed Chad forward causing him tor trip and almost fall. Chad quickly turned around and glared at the elderly man before Jason said, “The young lady asked you a question. It would be impolite to keep her waiting.” Seriously? All you’re doing is trying to impress her Chad thought before he sighed.

“I was the one that opened the gate way and summoned you here. By the looks of your clothes I’m guess you’re a caster class heroic spirit,” Chad said before he continued, “as for me I’m your master in this war. However, I wish to not be called master. It’s too creepy to me so just call me Chad. Also, please don’t think of me as your master either. We’re allies in this war so if you don’t mind. Just think of me as an ally, ok.” Chad extended his hand out to shake her hand.

Both the heroic spirits and mages would feel a tremendous amount of magic surrounding them before they were engulfed in a stream of golden light. When the light dissipated the spirits and mages would be standing in a large dining hall with the tables full of various foods. Sitting at the foot of the tables was Gilgamesh who smiled at their arrival.

“My entertainment has arrived,” he said as he stood up and raised his hands and added, “Welcome to the Holy Grail Wars my gladiators.” This is where many of the mages who’ve studied the grail wars would release that there were more than seven heroic spirits in the dining hall.

“Now that you’ve summoned your spirits, the time has come for battle. However, I’m a gracious king and so the battle will not begin till tomorrow. Therefore, let use hold a fest and have a good time because once tomorrows light comes: you all will spread blood across the arena,” Gilgamesh said before he raised his cup.

Servant

The Servant's head tilted slightly at the confirmation of the call, with red lines displayed in the glowing brand of Command Seals to emphasize the point. That earned more of a smirk, amusement and mirth rolled into one and left to fester. Well then, this would be interesting, wouldn't it?

"My true name doesn't matter to someone such as yourself, girl. But for my class, I am a Caster." Amusing, that. Her own Master would be a far better Caster than she could ever be. But without her here, well, there was no one to take the job from her. She would do her best to present a good showing for her.

That said, she shifted slightly on her feet as Mai went about cleaning up the mess that she had left on the floor. It was another dance pose, seemingly something of a theme with her, even as she neglected to show the characteristics of humans at the same time. There was no nodding, no blinking, no rapid subconscious movements. It was all firm, precise, exactly as to show.

"My gratitude, but I must refuse. I have no problem with standing for long periods of time. And who knows what sorts of unpleasant things have been left on that seat anyway?" Given the location she was in, she had her doubts about general cleanliness as a whole. And really, it didn't matter in the end. She would do her job, with or without her master to assist her in doing it. By impressions, she would definitely be shouldering the burden of this war.

Before she could go on though, she felt, and saw, the swirling magic engulfing them, before a bright light deposited them somewhere else. Her eyes narrowed as she moved in turn, though she didn't attack. A quick look confirmed how many Servants there were here, and now that smirk morphed into more of an anticipatory grin. Oh ho, this was going to be interesting, wasn't it? She was sure to get a challenge from someone in here.

But her attention turned to the man dressed in gold armor, as she listened to the affair at hand. So this was the one to orchestrate this war? Interesting. "Thank you, King of Kings," she said with a curtsy, as one might expect of someone of elegance and grace. "I will do my best to not disappoint." And to fulfill her masters wish in her stead. With the Grail, she could do that. And then all would be complete.

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Master

Alistair listened calmly as his Servant went about answering his question, revealing that she was of the Caster class. That was going to be interesting, and they would definitely have to be about setting up on a ley line sooner rather than later, to secure their position for the war ahead. At least before the others had a chance to do so.

He watched as she sat back, resolving to look later. Surprisingly, he was not an expert of Irish history, but if she was who she claimed to be, then it wouldn't be too difficult to figure out. And if she was, then he had gotten lucky after all. Age determined power after all, and an Irish hero from that long ago....that could only work in his favor. If he could control his Servant anyway.

At last she dismounted the hand, leading him to stand with his arms folded across his chest as she examined him. Meanwhile, he shook his head before providing an answer. "No. I will manage it." It was a pretty easy hint after all, and if he didn't know from that, no more hint would figure it out.

There was no more time to comment on that though as he suddenly found himself, with his Servant, engulfed in golden light When it faded, he found himself amidst another group of people, with the King clad in gold standing before them. It did not take much effort to deduce that these were the other members of the Grail War, and while the number of servants would have been odd, the whole nature of this War was odd. So he wouldn't complain.

He frowned then, hardly enthused by Gilgamesh's attitude. It might just be his Russian heritage, but he didn't exactly approve of monarchs, much less tyrants. But he couldn't anger him, not now. That would be too much of a risk. "Thank you," he relied calmly, doing his best to hide his feelings on the matter. Earning ire at this point would not be wise. So for now he would sit down, to begin the feast.

Servant

From the cloud of smoke, a man stepped forward. His sword was sheathed, and on his opposite hip an ivory horn sat, ready to be blown. He towered over the sniper, his cold blue eyes staring at Tatsunoko. "So you are the one who summoned me." A grimace came over his face. "I have two barbarian languages in my mind I did not have before. That is an insult enough. But you have also drawn me from my companions in their greatest time of need. That makes it worse. However, the cause you have brought me here for is worthy enough of a cause that I will forgive your arrogance in assuming you have me at your beck and call. I am Roland, Champion of God and first Paladin of Emperor Charlemagne. I am here to serve whoever I deem worthy enough of my servitude." He looked around, spotting the various bodies that lay in the park. His hand tightened about his swords hilt for a moment, looking upon the dead innocents, and then he returned his gaze to Tatsunoko. "Boy. Who killed these people?" He took a step closer, aggressively invading the personal space of his so called 'master'. Bending down he met Tatsunoko's eyes. "I won't ask again."

The glowing light caused him alarm for the briefest of moments but from what the man, Gilgamesh, said there wouldn't be any fighting yet. He gave all his opponents the briefest glances, and then returned his attention and look to the one who summoned him. He would have his answer, one way or another.

Master

Corbet gave a soft chuckle, looking over his spirit. He took it all in. The messy hair, the worn aviator's jacket, the boots. We can't be more differently dressed if we tried. He thought idly before responding to his spirit. "I am the one who summoned you here. Impressive or not, I'm the one you have to work with." He took a step closer and extended his hand, smiling up at the man. "I'm Corbet..." He paused, then shook his head. "My last name doesn't matter. A pleasure to be working with you...?"

Before he could get his answer, their venue changed. Corbet glanced around in alarm, it only growing as he noticed there were far more Heroic spirits there than there should have been. He merely sighed as Gilgamesh spoke, glancing to his spirit. "There are more spirits here than there should be. And I do not doubt that our 'host' has many other things planned beyond this new little twist. Be on your guard." He grinned up at the man. "But in the meantime, lets enjoy the feast shall we? Can't have anything better than a paid for dinner from the King of Kings."

Master
Tatsunoko noticed a lot of smoke in his summoning circle, before some kind of warrior appeared.
Tatsunoko shook his head.
"No luck hmm... Didn't I sacrfice enough of those idiots?" He thought to himself, as he stared his just summoned servant into the eyes.
"To be honest, I don't even care who you are. You aren't even an Assassin or Archer class.. You are practically useless to me..."Tatsunoko said with an arrogant tone, facepalming at the same time.

The first time his servant asked who those innocents were, Tatsunoko stared to smile a bit, but he didn't really answer.
As he was about to answer, he felt like he was surrounded by a lot of magic, before he got surrounded with golden light. He blinked his eyes, and when he looked again, he was
in some kind of dining hall, as some weird blond guy started talking. Tatsunoko didn't care enough to listen, so he instead started to inspect some of his to be opponents, trying to look for weaknesses, as he saw multiple girls looking to be schoolgirls.
"Geez... Schoolgirls? Are they really making it this easy?" He thought to himself, shaking his head, before he noticed his servant was still staring at him.
"Oh.. I sacrificed those idiots, you can't do a proper summoning without some kind of sacrifice, right?" He said, with no emotion in his voice, showing he didn't care about those sacrifices at all.
He expected his servant to be mad, so he was ready to use his first command spell to embarrass his servant in front of the rest of the mages and servants.
A cocky smile appeared on Tatsunoko's face, enjoying the feeling of having total control over this warrior he just summoned.

Servant
Mizore was staring in the distance, when suddenly he heard her name, making her look at her master.
"What, you know my name?" Mizore said, as it was now clear that she had tears rolling out of her eyes.
"This must mean I really did die..."She said, as she stared at the ground with a even more depressed look on her face.
She then changed her focus towards her master, as she started to inspect her master.
"Well.. I guess I have no choice really... Do I?" She asked, tears still rolling from her eyes.
She had no time to be depressed, as she soon was surrounded by really powerful magic, and when she blinked, she was in some large hall, with a quite handsome person sitting at the table.
She looked around, and noticed lots of people who looked way stronger than she was.
She looked back to her master, to see what her reaction would be.

~Servant~
Without particularly listening to Corbet, the man kicked back into a chair to relax. "I don't particularly care for the festivities, a bit too careful for my own good, I guess." He looked at his supposed Master with a slight squint, flicking the toothpick off to the side of his mouth.

"I'd rather not reveal my name in the open air. Simply refer to me as Rider around others." Rider scratched the back of his neck lightly where the hair was short. This Master didn't look particularly strong, but he'd learned long ago to not judge based on appearances. He just hoped dearly that he would gel well with him in combat. With a slight gesture, he motioned for his Master to seat himself next to him. It was a bit uncomfortable to just have him standing there as he lazed in a chair.

~Master~
As Baraka held his kneeling position, the only thing that went through his mind after being suddenly hugged by the spirit that he summoned from the circle before him was: Should I...hug back, or?

He decided that the best course of action was to say something first before moving, maybe to avoid wrath. "This, uh. This isn't the most formal meeting between Servant and Master, is it?" A slight chuckle ended off his sentence, deciding that it was best to stay in good graces over it despite how weird the situation itself was. However, the scene was cut slightly short by a sudden change of scenery. Into the floating castle pioneered by Gilgamesh, the god among men as it were.

Despite the condescending tone coming from Gilgamesh, his appearance excited Baraka. He simply oozed mystery and magic from his essence and no matter how terrible of a being he was, his existence was a testament to that which the young magus stood for. Deciding that it was worth it to sit down and enjoy the feast. He motioned for the Spirit he summoned to sit next to him so that they might converse a bit as the fest went on, hopefully to figure out why what had happened prior to them being summoned to the castle happened.

Caster looked at her jacket, and frowned softly.
"Really? I thought most Casters were all flowing robes and hoods and staves and magical bits" Caster quipped, before looking back up, and smiling at the man. "I will accept your wishes of alliange rather than serviance, Chad. It will be interesting to see how you do with this Holy Grail War. I shall support you, but victory will not lay with me alone" Caster told Chad, but, before she could take his hand, she was engulfed in a great light of magical power, and wisked away to somewhere entirely different. Somewhere very gold, with a prick on the end table. Caster rolled her eyes at the man's speal, and muttered to herself, in earshot of Chad, but few others.
"Meglomanical Villain gloats, then gets his head kicking in by us lot, or himself" After the muttering, Caster looked to the table, not really feeling up to eating anything from said meglomanical Villain, and so just sitting there, wanting to start blasting holes in the room, but restraining herself.

Servant

Roland's eyes hardened. It was clear now that he had been summoned by a sinner of unknown evil and vileness. A boy at that. What has the world become, that such wickedness is in a boy so young. "No, you stupid child. The circle does not require the sacrifice of innocents. You have summoned me, and you have left me with no choice." He drew his sword, raising it above him. "'A wicked man walketh with a forward mouth. Therefore shall his calamity come suddenly; suddenly shall he be broken without remedy.'" He swung his blade down with his full strength and speed, fully intending upon murdering his master. A scene was exactly what he was looking for, to show the others here that no sinner could withstand the might of his blade. He would have a short time to find someone of the master's here who wasn't a vile sinner. But first he had to kill this abomination, this murderer.

Master

Corbet chuckled at his servant, finding it amusing that he was the one being told to sat down. "Caution will help us both win this battle, I suspect." He sat down, glancing at all the gathered people. "Quite the variety of Masters and servants. More than what had been in previous years." He glanced over at hearing someone quoting bible verses, only to see a very large servant trying to kill his master. "That's...unusual." Ah well. If he died, that was one less Master to deal with. If he forced his servant to stop, that would be one less command seal that the master wielded. "Nice to see that some competition is already being dealt with. So, lets get on with introductions then, shall we? I'm Corbet. French Mage. My servant is Rider. We're here to win the Grail, our wishes, and hopefully not die in the process. A pleasure to met you all."

Tatsunoko started to laugh out loud.
"Honestly, I hoped it would attract a proper servant... But all I got is this christian dog..." Tatsunoko said with a smug look on his face, trying to enrage his servant more.
Tatsunoko started to think, what if he just got rid of his servant, and then killed another master? Would that make him the new answer?
Tatsunoko looked back towards Roland, as he wasn't even paying attention, and he noticed he was about to strike Tatsunoko down with his blade.
Tatsunoko extended his right hand, which contained his command seals, and he exclaimed: "You filthy dog... Place your left hand on the table, and cut of your thumb with your sword!" He shouted, with an evils mile on his face, knowing he was in total control as long as he used one of those command seals.
Tatsunoko wanted to embarrass his servant in front of all the other master and servants, and wanted to showcase what happens if you don't listen to your master.