Somewhere off in the distance, a ritual was occurring. Yes, within the chilly and bleak confines of a deserted 7-11 parking lot, great and terrible magics were at work. A filthy-looking hunched-over man twitched and shuddered like a marionette on tangled strings as he dragged himself around a chalked, faintly glowing pentagram, his attention fixated upon what looked to be the remnants of an oversize wooden stake, dyed faintly red. The circle began to glow and pulse with magical power as the magus chanted in Russian between sips of a blue raspberry Slurpee he had bought a few minutes before preparing the ritual. 
 
[color=fff200]["Heed my words! By the power of [b]RASPUTIN[/b], return to your mortal bindings, spirit born of man! By the powers of Grail, Earth, and Humanity, I call out to thee! Should you hear my missive, return to the living realm at once, great spirit! I hereby swear that, er, that... Hm."][/color] 
 
Rasputin scratched his beard, head bobbing back and forth haphazardly like a pigeon hopped up on meth. How did the next bit go again? Rasputin toyed absentmindedly with his Slurpee's straw as he pondered. The summoning circle was already up and going, so he couldn't go back and double-check either. Guess he'd just have to wing it. 
 
[color=fff200]["-In the name of, God, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit! I am thou, thou art I, from the sea of mine soul I bind thee by blood and sweat, come forth from seventh heaven, Guardian of the scales!"][/color] 
 
As the pentagram flared, Rasputin reached into his robes and retrieved a mason jar of goat blood, spiking it haphazardly into the summoning circle more for emphasis than anything else. It probably wasn't necessary, but hey, Dracula. Maybe he was into that sort of thing.

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