[b][Elena Lupei, Fuyuki Central Park, Shinto][/b]
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Leaning down close to the surprisingly smooth ground, Elena brushes aside a few stray twigs and places two of her stakes into the earth, each a few meters apart. Then, without a moment of hesitation, she reaches into her bag and pulls out one of her recently deceased chickens. It didn't take her long to begin draining the birds of their blood, using it to slowly replicate the circle from her studies. 

At the same time, she listens carefully to her surroundings, hoping to catch the sound of any approaching threats before they arrived. This wouldn't be the go-to spot, Elena was certain there were more strategic ley lines elsewhere in the city, but she had no way of knowing if an enemy would show up or not. The war had technically started already, and she had yet to so much as meet her Servant. [i]A fight now would be... problematic.[/i]

After quickly finishing up her circle, the still-smiling young magus takes a few moments to stay quiet and still. She delves deep into her own mind, considering the various variables of the upcoming ritual and comparing them to the other knowledge in her possession. No living humans should stumble across her summoning site, she had ensured that this location was going to be deserted before she arrived. Her circuits were in good condition, she could detect no problems interfering with their usage. With the help of the leyline, she shouldn't have any problems getting a Servant. 

Her Servant's strength would mean her life in the upcoming war, so she should be aiming for one of the so-called Knight Classes if she had any intention of surviving. She goes over them in her head, considering their attributes...

[i]Saber, the Knight of the Sword. 

Archer, the Knight of the Bow. 

Lancer, the Knight of the Spear.[/i]

All of these sounded appealing to her, but she couldn't know which one she would draw until she finished the ritual. The suspense was killing her, and she couldn't help but try to imagine what sort of Servant she might summon. In her mind, she sees a cool, honourable warrior, not the stuck-up sort like her father, but more like her in nature. [i]He'd have to be handsome too, of course, maybe with-[/i]

[i]"-It's about time to start now."[/i] Comments Elena casually, interrupting her own errant thoughts. It wasn't the ideal time, but it was better than just starting the ritual at random, and certainly much better than waiting longer. And so, with a calm, controlled breath, she speaks the first lines of the incantation-