Giorgio Armadi
[Fuyuki Blackcanine Bus Station, Outer Fuyuki]
7:30 Am

It appeared that Giorgio Armadi had arrived at his destination. Fuyuki city. After all, this was the place which he believe he could crash a few weeks. He decided that during his clearly sping break he should go visit somewhere. Perhaps it was fate that he decided Japan was an interesting place to visit. Tokyo, after all, was a fashion capital of the world. He had heard that there was some sort of Magi contest, and as a rather competitive person, GIorgio decided it might be fun. 

After all, it was just some backwater magi battle. Something about summoning some servant to act as an avatar to the mages ability to combat other mages. If there was one thing he wished to prove by the end of this, it was that specialization of skill-distribution was superior to learning many forms of arts. Versatility meant nothing compared to a skilled tradesman in quality. 

And Giorgio was all about quality. Giorgio wore designer clothing, ate only well-crafted foods, drove fast cars and listened to the only genre of music that mattered, Progressive Rock. Truly, a man of wealth and taste. 

So Giorgio boarded the Blackcanine in Kyoto. Tokyo seemed like a dream to me now. As they have all gone, to look for Japan.  Counting the cars on the New Fuyuki Turnpike, he was really searching for Japan out here. 

Arriving at the bus station after a rather long busride, Giorgio cursed there were no airports surrounding the city. Then again, he did also suppose that accommodating an airport near the merely developing city would probably cost funds which the town could not, or would not wish to afford. It was not as if the city was really a tourist destination. The only real reason a foreigner would take residency, even for but a moment, in the city, would be for the Grail War. 

[color=FFD700]“Tada,” [/color] Giorgio seemed to say to himself as he exited the bus doors, as if a light ensemble to his arrival. He had his goal. He had his mission. And he had a bunch of sticks. Yeah, try explaining that to airport security. Almost made him miss his flight. Luckily with a few persuasions and perhaps Giorgio dropping a few Euros, it was smooth sailing after that. 

[color=FFD700]“Fuyuki city....” [/color] Giorgio said to himself, as if pondering some sort of life decision that would shape his future forever. [color=FFD700] “Not really the sort of place I’d really want to visit. Maybe the Blackcanine has a ticket back to Kyoto?” [/color]

Of course, they didn’t have room on the bus. It appeared he wasn’t the only one trying to get out of this place.

[color=FFD700]“Eh, I guess it is by the “wheels of fate” that I am stuck here. Not only that, but that bus ride really sucked. I asked for a the entire row, but they won’t sell me that. I knew I should have just rented a car in Kyoto.” [/color]

A light joke, but no one was really there to laugh at it besides Giorgio. A random foreigner who talked to himself seemed to be a bit out of place in such a relatively quaint place of living. Then again, if there were active magi within the city itself, perhaps the locals were more accustomed to strange-happenings? Either way, Giorgio decided after such an exhausting busride listening to some couple beside him talking about people in bowties being spies or other such oddities, he would stretch his muscles and push forward to his reason for being here. 

After all, Giorgio, without the provocation of the Grail War, would most likely had just stayed in the cities, rather than the quaint towns of bumble-fuck-nowhere. Then again, he supposed compared to the locals here, his exotic self must have looked pretty fabulous and flamboyant by comparison. 

[color=FFD700]“I even missed my morning coffee by an entire hour. I don’t know how this day could get any worse.” [/color]

Truly, this was the day Giorgio would remember as “terrible” in his memory. Unless something rather marvelous would occur, he felt it likely that there would be no salvaging this day. 

[color=FFD700] “Whatever, that is not what is really important here, I suppose. What is really important is to join the war, I guess.”[/color]

He looked towards his hand. A symbol as if the curlings of a flower was inscribed, as if a tribal tattoo of sorts, upon the back of his hand. Giorgio felt that tattoos were rather uncivilized, but it was temporary, or so he would hope. They would be the reigns used to control his servant in case of emergency.

[Mion  River, Under the Bridge] 
8:00 AM

Therefore, from the busstop, Giorgio made it to the Fuyuki banks. A short walk of sorts. But one where he understood what he needed to do. Perhaps there were students going to school. Perhaps there were salarymen trying to go to work at this time. Or maybe some children playing near the incline of the river’s hills. That was not too important, but it did make Giorgio consider a spot where there wouldn’t be passer-byers trying to gaze at his rather … “innocent” activities. 

After all, the life of a mage was a frugal one. Or so he was constantly told by his father. GIorgio never believed these sorts of ideals, wishing for a more exciting life of luxury and fun. Perhaps that is what drive Giorgio’s specializations?

It was done in but a moment's time. Giorgio’s calligraphy was top-rate, so his prowess in drawing a few simple circles would be rather “good”, to say the least. Unlike uncivilized mages of backwater country, Giorgio understood that a circle was a circle, no matter which way you draw it. So he just took a stick and etched what he needed in the riverbank’s clay. 

[color=FFD700] Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.
 The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
 Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
 Repeat every five times.
 Simply, shatter once filled.
 ――――I announce. 
 Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword. 
 In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
 Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
 You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！[/color]

… Maybe someone seeing him would think he was some sort of odd chuuni, but whatever. If someone did see him, he would take care of that. But the deed was done. And now, he would wait to see what partner this war would gift him with.