"[b]Alleyway Summoning[/b]"
[i]Somewhere in Septum[/i]
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In a dark alleyway, hidden away from the eyes of the world, a pale-skinned woman stands atop a circle of blood. To her side, a teenage girl lays unconscious on the ground, oblivious to the legendary ritual that was taking place mere meters away from her. Without sparing a glance to the girl, Marianne continues the ritual with careful precision, just as she had practised at home. She was already in the final stages of the summoning, and the strain was already beginning to present itself. Soon enough, a peculiar light begins to cut through the gloom. The air vibrates with some unknowable power, and Marianne finishes the last few words of the chant, her words echoing slightly as they are sucked into the magical vortex.

[i]"Come to me, my Servant!"[/i]

Just as she finishes, an explosion of light fills the secluded alley, forcing the sensitive eyes of the summoner to close. For a few moments, the only sound is the crackling of magical power and the swirling wind emanating from the circle. Then, she heard it. The sound of feet gently setting down on pavement, unnaturally audible over the magical din of the ritual. She knew in her mind that the summoning had succeeded, and as if on cue, she feels a massive amount of power escape from her. Even with my alterations, it was still this draining...the Holy Grail is no joke.

Settling her breathing, Marianne looks up to where she assumed her Servant would be standing, but a cloud of dust obscured the figure she sought. She could see their outline in the fading light, and smell the person who had appeared out of nowhere before her, but until they could see one another there was no chance of making a formal contract. So, after brushing a little bit of dust off her dress, Marianne approaches the centre of the circle. 

Once they get close, she stands silently before the newly summoned figure, awaiting the traditional greeting. She had done her research on this war, so she knew it was customary for the Servant to greet their prospective Master first. She was excited, but she would not disrespect the formalities of this most ancient ceremony. So, she waited.