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The night was calling, the sweet sounds of white noise reverberating through the brain and bringing her one step closer to screaming in anxiety beyond comprehension. The recent dose of those pills had kicked her up to a new high, making her mind play the worst of tricks on her at every waking moment. Even the smallest of notions, the whisper of a silhouette on the edge of her vision, or the empty sensation of blood poured into this little room of hers that she had taken up to rent...It was all getting to her. Her hands held two things in them -- a case containing several yellow and white pills, and a book with ancient text written within it that was translated on the opposite end of the page. She was far beyond being herself, but she had taken herself off of the daily dosage just enough to let the mana push its way into her body and cause an [i]unbearable[/i] pain that made it hard to even stand. Yet, she was here. She was here trying to do this...To do this right, anyways. The first few attempts had succeeded in nothing as she couldn't quite draw the summoning circle right. 

Mai Tsukigami was not a woman of many riches, no. She had a smaller home. Good enough for one person, good enough for someone who didn't leave home outside of her job. Good enough for someone who hallucinated more through life than she saw in clarity. Aware of her condition and lingering within it still, the thin black fur-lined jacket that brushed past her knees kept her warm as she sat against the wall. At her side, several instruments to create a summoning circle including several emptied boxes of what presumably drew not one, but six failed attempts at a circle and one correct version in front of her, a closed pocket knife, and a few other notes amongst it. This Holy Grail....If it could do as she thought it could, then there was only the attempt that could be made in the end of the day. A smile on her lips, she laughed and glanced up at the ceiling of bloodied words to read her notes upon it, despite her never seeing it in her conscious states without the medication. It was all far too normal for her with the lingering effects of intensionally missing a dose for it. Brushing down her skirt and readjusting her button-down shirt, she finally began to get to work again.

Running out of other materials to draw with, she had one last chance to do this right. And it was nothing without the skeletal figures hanging from her shoulders. It was nothing without the audience of half-eaten rats sitting in their little jury box to judge her final glance at what she wanted. One simple wish, one wish that could hurt no one but herself. A wish that she very well saw to being worth dying over even...! The gentle laugh came with a glance of her digits over the page before she crawled over to it and took hold of the pocket knife that she'd used to cut herself earlier with in her first attempt. Another slice right along the palm saw to blood dripping down atop the circle as she began to chant once more. Just sober enough from the hallucinations. Just one foot out of the psychosis to do it right...

[i][color=#9966cc]"U͡llis ͡p̷unic͡eaeve͝ ҉a̴gitant͝ ̨esse̷n͡t͞i҉a ch̸o͘r̷o҉squ͢e ͘du͘c҉ent̶e͘s͝ ͏i̛n ͡h̸o͠c ̵ci͝rc̷u̕l͏o͜ ̕vo̴ca̶t.
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͘S̨e͏d͏ ul̴t̶eriu̢s ̨n̴on ex̸te͝nd̀itu̷r,҉ ̀qu͢o̢d͏ non͏ i̛n͠v͞enitur, ̨s̷ed ̴ad ̡u͘l̕t̸ima͡m d̢i͡m̸ica̵re.̴
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Co̕rpùs ͝v͠ec̨ti͞g͘a͏l̕ ̨ma̸n̵a ̛m̷éa̢ e̴ss͝ènt͘ià mi̴hi͝ ͢a̧d̛ ̧t̷e͢ ͠i͟n tem͘pơre ̵b̡e̴lli̵ inmine͘nt͟i p̀ug̕n̨ae͏ ̶disser̷ít.̨
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I̴n͏ sàngui͝ne͝ lac͘rím̴a̡nd̡o dol͝ore͠ la͏e̸ti̴t̸iá -͘ ͟t̵i͏um off͟e̕ro hu҉mano a͜c̨cersi q͞u̕i p̵ugn̛abit̵ ̧pr̶o ipsi̴s͜ ̕Grakchos͢ ̢na̕t҉i̴o͡n̛e͡ś ̡gr̕a͠t̵ia҉ Sp̡ir̴itu̸s͢ ̸S̡a̷nct͡i̕.̕

͝Naśc̶itu͟r ͝i̧niưr͡ia̷,̴ ̢s͞ùs̀c͝itavi̢t͡ ̛o̕di͟o.͢ C͢r͜e̸v̸it ̵ļi̵v͠o̕r ̡i̕n̸ hun͟c ̕c̶asum͝.
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́Audite m͝e,́ e̷t̶ suśc͟i̛p̴e҉ ̸be̶ned͞íct́io̧nem ̴ha͏n͜c ͡c̡o͝n͝tr͢actus, ̕Her̵o͡ìc͝a̛ ̸Spir͢itu̕s҉!"[/color][/i]

With blood pouring into the circle and turning a light blue into blood red, the ritual was finally done [i]right[/i], the black mist that poured from her own edition of the summoning circle to call forth a Heroic Spirit into this wrong timeline came to. What would appear? Something to save her? Something to [i]end her?[/i] She and those in her head could only wait in baited breath and broken bodies...~

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From the moment that the summoning circle sprang to life, the softest song emit from it before changing to a harsh shriek. The first to arise from the mist that formed within the center of the uneven summoning circle was a pair of shadowed, wisp-like clawed hands that clawed at the ground to begin pulling out whatever they connected to. From that came the sight of a pure white veil that rested upon a hair of deepest onyx. A crimson gaze to glance out and at the male that called upon this being defaulted to...amusement, as the rest of this body -- female, as it seemed, was gracefully lifted up and rested upon the palm of a larger clawed hand that emerged underneath her. 

Her clothing spoke of an older age -- village times, with careful lacing and bountiful ruffles of her dress. Only the touch of modernism came -- perhaps with her summoning -- as she let out a deep sigh and slowly leaned in. With one hand holding onto her makeshift throne, she leaned forward, several red spider lilies pinned to her hair and veil moving in sequence as she spoke out in a tone that seemed delightfully sweet, angelically innocent even. To a point, this woman before him looked fit to go to a wedding [i]or a wake[/i] rather than take up the battlefield in any manner at all.

[color=#ff0000]"Ah. I suppose this means only one thing. Hello, handsome.~ [i]Are you my Master?~"[/i][/color]

A tone quick to find such a flirtatious way about it, a gentle giggle escaped her lips as she looked at the serious air about him. T'was a stiffy? Nothing that she couldn't work out in time...~