[color=olive][h2]Richard Montag[/h2][/color]

There wasn't time for pleasantries to be exchanged for very long when the final participant arrived, bringing an end to a budding squabble and one child's amusing quest for confectionary treats. Richard had been enjoying the rather atypical interaction between magi from the corner of his eye before directing his full attention upon the Wizard Marshall's words. He was relieved to say the least that this summoning wasn't the prelude to a truly brutal battle royale, though considering the prior Grail Wars in Japan had placed a good deal of stock in secrecy, a mass summoning like this would have put severe disadvantages upon everyone present. 

Richard was far more comfortable with a joint collaboration, though the panty debacle raised questions on how effective some of the others would be in this endeavor.

He could see the others begin the summoning ritual and knew that the time was now to perform it himself lest the opportunity slip through his fingers. His hand rose, perpendicular to the ground as though reaching out to shake an unseen hand, as he began to pour out his prana into the circle below. 

[center][color=olive]"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let the stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation..."[/color][/center]

 The words spilled forth in chorus to those around him, ultimately unnecessary given the frustrated woman was accomplishing this by punching the ground in a noticeable display of frustration. However, he could not indulge in observation when there was a meeting with a Heroic Spirit to be had, narrowing his gaze to block out the radiant knights entering the hall to focus upon the circle as the light spilled forth from its confines with ever greater intensity. 

[centre][color=olive]"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！"[/color][/centre]

[@GreenGoat]
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[color=gold][h2]Margarita Reynard[/h2][/color]

A kind smile had affixed itself to Margarita's face as it was drawn to the impossibility of a little ballerina prancing around the hall in search of sweats. It could be said with great clarity that she was the last thing one would expect to find in a gathering of magi, let alone such a civil gathering. 

Had Zelretch not given them the command to begin the summoning, Margarita would have gone to sate the child's sweet tooth with her pocketed scone, but it was not to be. Magecraft required all of there attention, and if someone wasn't careful they would be liable to use a woman's undergarments as an accidental catalyst, the result of which would likely be either from another timeline or the sort of person who'd be drawn from the Throne with the promise of woman's panties, or in other words, rather indecent.

With a soft chuckle Margarita raised her hand over the glowing circle of formalcraft and began the incantation, the words well rehearsed and tumbling forth with the activation of her magic circuits.

[center][color=yellow]"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let the stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation..."[/color][/center]

The circle surged with power, a call for the aid of a hero most suited to the aged Enforcer.

[centre][color=gold]"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！"[/color][/centre]

[@VitaVitaAR]