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[h2][b][color=fff79a]Rider - Jan Sobieski[/color][/b][/h2]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] A low-end hotel room, somewhere within Kyoto.
[b][u]Interacting with:[/u][/b][@FatPrincess][/center]
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The magic circle that the German mage stood over begins to spill over with golden light as the summoning ritual occurs. A sign of powerful magics being worked, of something being dragged through the veil into the realm of modern man. The light grows taller, forming a pillar from floor to ceiling, as a shape begins to gradually grow visible within the glow. The figure was tall, though not overly so, with a broad build that suggested a great musculature. But beyond that, they were too obscured to make out specifics.

The chant continues, as the link grows stronger. The magics pulling this figure into this world nearing their completion. Just as the spell nears its end, the figure begins to [i]think[/i] once more. Not yet fully manifested, but just enough to take in that they once again existed as more than spirit. They did not hunger. They did not hear the voice of their wife. Which meant there was only one reason for them to breathe, think, [i]be.[/i]

[b]It must have been for War.[/b]

[i][Color=#89CFF0][b]"-If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!"[/b][/color][/i]

The chant is complete, as the figure grows more defined. Information rushes into their mind, granting them an understanding of where they were, and more importantly; why they were here. The Holy Grail War.. A chance to return to the battlefield once more, in the name of a Holy Artifact. Only one gift would be sweeter, but perhaps.. That could come later. The light reaches a fever pitch, and then vanishes all at once. Replaced with a now fully defined man standing in the center of the magic circle.

[b][color=fff79a]"I have heard your call, and it has been answered! Rejoice, my Master! For you have brought forth the Savior of Christendom! I, the servant who represents the class of Rider, accept your call to action!"[/color][/b]

The booming voice of the Rider-class servant was of a deep octave, joyful and intense all at once. And with his words, the contract between Master and Servant was sealed.

Said servant was a large man with strong facial features, well-kept blond hair, and an extremely cared for mustache. His body was not that of a bodybuilder with zero body fat. It was far closer to a powerlifter, bulky, and clearly immensely muscular, but not without fat. He wore a strange mixture of half-plate and fine noble clothing (said clothing being red and white in its coloration), and had a six foot lance strapped to his back, making the lance only slightly shorter than he was.

Perhaps most notable about him, was that for a split second after he had fully manifested, before the light faded fully away, the large shadow that he cast had a pair of massive wings.. Only for them to vanish the next second.

[b][color=fff79a]"So.. This is the modern world. It is humble, I have to confess! Bwahahaha! But no matter, no matter! I am certain it can be improved upon. Well met, Master! Shall we exchange proper greetings, now that the formalities have been dealt with?"[/color][/b]