[h2][center]The Clock Tower[/center][/h2]

[color=82ca9d]"The time is upon us,"[/color] Teresa Brannigan could not help but think as she, once again, entered the confines of The Clock Tower.  This was nothing knew to her, often times she would have to visit whenever Frederick Isilebaun needed to meet with her.  While her automata were not considered in line with the modern times, was one of the few practitioners of a dying craft the Mage's Association still had a decent amount of interest in her.  If there was one thing the Mage's Association hated, that was the dying out of magical knowledge, there was a reason magic from the Age of the Gods was one of the most sought after of magics since most of those spells had been lost in the swirling of time.

Now automata were not considered ancient magic, though there were some lost techniques people tried to replicate, but since their use was dying out in the modern era the Mage's Association still was very much interested in keeping the art alive and well.  When Frederick Isilebaun decided to take her in a sponser there was little doubt that the Mage's Associated had been grateful for his interest since they could just take a backward seat and let one of their senior members handle the job of perserving the art of automata.

As Teresa traveled through the Cock Tower halls she could not help but feel a little apprehensive without the company of her dolls but, considering where she was it had been best to leave her puppets behind until the actual mission began.  For this initial meeting she had decided to dress up somewhat, wearing a mage appropriate outfit with a long-sleeved black blouse and and knee-length pleated skirt.  It was at least somewhat like formal wear that would be good for the summoning.

Her heels clicked on the ground as she walked, a fancy brown bag by her side which contained an engraved cherry-wood box which held her precious catalyst.  From what she had been told, sealed inside the box was a preserved green girdle that one of the knights of the round table had worn.  One problem was that no one seemed to know which knight had possession of this particular piece of cloth but frankly almost all the knights would surely be a great boon to their fighting forces.

After a few more minutes of walking, she made it to the headmaster's office.  It was not very often she found herself here, but she had visited at least twice before for, various reasons.  There was no time for hesitation, with a polite knock, she then entered into the office.  A few people were there already but aside from Director Orson, she had no idea who anyone else was, but most likely there were here because of their combat capabilities.

[color=82ca9d]"Teresa Brannigan here as requested by the Clock Tower."[/color]  She could not help but emphasize [i]Clock Tower[/i] a little bit since she felt a bit like she needed to prove herself during this Holy Grail War.  It had been a great honor to have her magecraft valued high enough to be chosen for this dangerous mission.  She held up her bag to show she had brought a catalyst, made sure the director had all the information he needed before choosing a seat to wait for the others.

She made sure to pick a seat nearby but not among those present.  She would have to work with these people sure but there was no need to get buddy-buddy with them.  She thought about asking a question but...well frankly there was nothing she really wanted to know at the moment, what mattered was the coming summoning and war to be fought.