[h1][center][color=powderblue]Marguerite Calder[/color][/center][/h1]
[h2][center]Fuyuki Hyatt[/center][/h2]

[color=powderblue]"There."[/color]  The woman brushed her hands together with an air of casual finality as she surveyed the area before her.  The room had been what she expected--more than comfortable enough, and surrounded with enough normal people that hopefully most mages would think twice before attempting any major attacks.  The furniture, however, had been arranged in a way that made it a little difficult to manage what she had to do, so she'd moved a few chairs to make space for her summoning circle.

Normally, Marguerite would have waited to summon her Servant until after she had set up her defenses.  However, from the impression she'd gained from what study she had done on the Holy Grail War seemed to indicate that waiting too long to do so once she'd reached the battlefield was the equivalent of painting a massive target on her back.  Every second she went Servant-less put her at risk, so she simply had to minimize the number of seconds.  The Bounded Field could wait.

As she was looking over the room, her eyes rested on a wooden box resting on a table.  Despite the urgency, she had done some unpacking--enough to get out this particular object.  She was here because of this box after all--and the man who had left it behind.  It was only right that it--that her brother--be present to see all of this.

Marguerite reached into the pocket of her suit jacket and pulled out a fountain pen.  She had been painstakingly working on her summoning circle for much of the plane ride to Japan, studying the diagram she had found during her research, scrapping every attempt that showed the slightest deviation, until she had drawn it perfectly.  Now all she had to do was channel her mana through the pen and place the circle.  It wasn't the flashiest of Mystic Codes, but it did its job well.

With the circle placed, she lifted another object from the counter--the catalyst she had acquired--and set it down in position, finishing her preparations.  Now for the incantation.

[center][color=powderblue][i]"Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill..."[/i][/color][/center]

The words were spoken firmly, with utmost confidence.  She had gone over the incantation enough times that she likely could recite it in her sleep.  This was the voice of a Master who knew exactly what she desired, and how she was to acquire it.  This was the voice of a Master who would not accept any less.  As she spoke, she felt the burning as Command Seals were seared into her hand, but she continued through the pain, her voice not wavering for even a second.

[center][color=powderblue][i]"...Come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance!"[/i][/color][/center]

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