With what seemed to be the last arrival for the moment, Joachim relaxed as he pondered over the information they had available. He lacked any sort of combat experience, and was lacking even MORE in any combat-oriented magecraft, and as such he would likely have to rely on another member of the Black faction when it came to confronting masters. But, he doubted that the Mage's Association would bother having two magi specializing in healing fields. Jeanne-Marie's suggestion was contested, but it still served as a good backup plan in case a drawn out attack. The masked magus didn't bother introducing himself, and, the knowledge that the man had already summoned his servant ahead of time astonished Joachim. And then...it got him thinking. Seven servants on two sides, and seven need to die in order to activate the grail. Did that mean...the red faction lacked all seven of their servants? There was too little to go on, but Joachim would make sure to hang onto that thread.

The masked magus' point was well made; They were at a huge disadvantage in terms of preparation. Nobody just stole one of the most important magical items the world contains with a day's planning. That much was obvious even to him. But...it seemed that the masked man had chosen a servant perfect for bridging the gap in preparation. Rising to move for the summoning, Joachim tried to keep the anxiety welling within him from showing, keeping his head held high and following after Anderson and the director. The chance of victory, and the ever-tempting wish grantable by the grail were beyond the horizon, and this was just the first step. 

The sound of a beautiful melody danced through his mind as they approached, and admittedly, he couldn't help but stare at its source. The young woman, introducing herself as Monica Truman, may have been the first actual crush that Joachim felt in his life. Admittedly...he didn't get out much, so it was just an ailment of his youth, but still. Girls were cute. So distracted was he that he was completely caught unawares of the other magus present in the room; His very smile made Joachim's skin crawl, and completely ruined the boy's one-sided fawning. This man, Austin...he creeped Joachim out more than even the masked magus, who he sincerely hoped to learn the name of without asking to keep from being rude. He'd likely already said it like, three times when others arrived after him.

Still, Joachim had come for a reason, and it sadly wasn't to be charmed by a girl older than him. Reaching within his jacket and into an inner pocket, Joachim produced a black box lined with small chains that, upon inserting a key into the attached lock, fell away from it and opening to reveal the barest tip of a bone inside. Barely an inch of skeletal matter, the catalyst seemed to radiate danger. He took great care in depositing his catalyst within the magic circle, clearing his throat. [color=DBDB97][b]"I'll be using a piece of Heoroweard's skeleton. H-Here goes."[/b][/color] he said, before he confidently spoke once the ritual circle was perfect.

[center][color=DBDB97][i]"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone, and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the color I hold the standard for.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom of heaven itself rotate...
Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Let it be filled five-fold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling.

I hereby declare. 
Your body shall serve under me. 
My fate shall be your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail 
If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!

An oath shall be sworn here! 
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven. 
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!
From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Protector of the Holy Balance!"[/i][/color][/center]

	The boy spoke with every ounce of his being, as if standing up to the world itself as he saw the air react to his plea and order; His summons succeeded. The chant he had practiced mentally since arriving had succeeded. However, the additional Od swarming the air had knocked the boy to his knees, leading to him effectively kneeling as his servant entered the material realm. As if she had always been there, a woman with hair that seemed woven of gold shone amidst those gathered. An otherworldly existence, the woman with sharply pointed ears stood, her eyes blinking as she looked at the young boy kneeling before her. Her very being radiated serenity, her pale skin and dainty figure making it clear that this was most certainly not any sort of close combat oriented heroic spirit. A warm smile crossed her lips as she gave a small, polite curtsy. 

[color=FF7DFF][b]"Servant Class: Caster. I see that I have been summoned, but formality dictates a question."[/b][/color] she said, before leaning forward slightly, tucking a lock of hair behind an ear as she offered Joachim her hand to stand. [color=FF7DFF][b]"Are you my Master?"[/b][/color] she questioned, eyes staring straight into his.

This was...wrong. He knew that he had bones, so why...there's no way that Heoroweard was a woman in life, and yet here before him stood a woman answering to his catalyst. He had expected a natural berserker class servant, one that would perfectly suit his own incapabilities, but...it seemed that someone had chosen to answer in his stead. Too late to surpress the surprise on his face, Joachim took the strange, serene woman's hand and said: [color=DBDB97][b]"I-I am. Joachim Heikkinen, and um...you can just call me Kim for short. A pleasure to meet you, Caster."[/b][/color] he said, rising with her help. Bashfully drawing his hand back once he stood, he noticed the curiosity with which Caster observed the servants as they were summoned, innocently placing her hands behind her back and leaning forward to get a good look at a few of them. 

After she had gotten her fill of looking, Caster would fix the ruffles in her skirt's dress, the violet fabric appearing smooth to the touch as she waited by Joachim's side. [color=FF7DFF][b]"I must confess, it is rather exciting to meet heroes of other cultures in life. I wonder if my darling will be summoned here...or perhaps on the opposition."[/b][/color] she commented offhandedly, which made Joachim wonder...just what kind of woman did he just summon?

He was glad though, that Caster wasn't blurting out her true name. After all, for all he knew, once the Greys were dealt with, he would have to contend with the other masters for the grail, if the rumors were to be believed.