[color=8882be][b]Veronica Vivant Velasquez de Flaga[/b][/color]

Beautiful.

The circle was drawn perfectly. This would be where she broke free of her family's influence and become her own person. She would lead her family to become greater than what they were. TO have this land under their grasp, to have this power, this place, and the Grail. Why, she would immediately become the greatest of her family, surpassing even her family's Red Eye potions and myriad drugs. She would become the Second Owner, and from then on, her potential would be limitless.

Ah, but she was getting ahead of herself.

It seemed to be fate, that she would be chosen by this war's Grail. Obviously it was her fate as well to win. Then all that was left, was to summon her own servant and fight the war.

The circle, drawn of silver, stood out rather conspicuously against the luxurious furnitures and decor of the hotel room. Obviously she had the whole floor to herself, and had already set up a bounded field to cover her summoning. The incantation however, was useless, as she had learned the Grail was actually the one handling the actual summoning.

But what was a summoning ritual without a grand incantation to go with it?

So Veronica chanted, calling out to the heroes that would listen, promising victory and the Grail to those that would answer. Obviously, she would get the best servant of them all, considering her own greatness.

[color=a187be]"-then those that would answer my call, come to me!"[/color]
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[color=ed1c24][b]Saber[/b][/color]

A faint call, one that tugged gently at her.

Would this be her time? Who was it that called for her, this impoverished knight? It was of no matter. She was called, and thus she would answer. With just a thought, she grasped the thread tugging at her.

With a brilliant blue light, Balin materialized once more to this world, called upon to participate in this war. Finally opening her eyes, her first vision was of that girl, and the seemingly rather lavish interior of the hotel room. While Balin was clad in armor that was unmistakably knightly, her armor was hardly shining. While it was in excellent condition and was taken care of well, it still showed signs of wear here and there. The armor was chipped in places, a few deep scratches no amount of buffing could erase, and the cloth around her waist were rather faded, as if it had went through a long journey through all sorts of weather.

[color=6ecff6]"Apologies," [/color]Saber spoke, turning her gaze and a smile towards the girl before her. [color=6ecff6]"I must ask, are you to be my Master?"[/color]