[b][center] [Carly Beth, Room 706, New Hangover Hotel] [/center][/b]

The doll was an item built to turn things into masks.

The things to be turned into masks could not be mundane, as then they would be mundane masks.

The bruise formed was the preparation of a contract. 

The result of that contract would be a situation wrought with "unusual things".

The result of those unusual things in conjunction with the doll would be unusual masks.

Thus, it was only logical for the doll to pursue this contract.

Standing idly before a magic circle, in a hotel room gained through stern eye contact and perhaps something along with the eye contact, was this doll. In this room were crates of various odd things, such as the kind that you, the one behind the screen, would likely take with them on an adventure to the land of communism. Cats and such. You're a cat person, right?

A few scant feet away was a man who appeared almost identical to a now-deceased wushu champion, Jet Li. Of course, as Jet Li was now deceased, this man could not be Jet Li.

[color=39b54a]"Jet Li, keep watch and punch things if they look like they'll be things that make me say 'ow', or if they look like they'll be things that make me stop saying stuff forever."[/color]

It appeared that this man was named "Jet Li" as well. What a hilarious coincidence.

Surely he must be a riot at parties.

And so a ritual likely to knock out an average magus was begun by a doll, under the supervision of a dead actor, a crate of cats, and perhaps a floating mask with fabulous hair.

[i]"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.

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 is in your sword.

In accordance with the resort 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 ―――！"[/i]

There was little else to say.

Such was life in communist country.