[Center][h1][color=ed145b]Jeanne, Inferno Magus[/color][/h1][/Center]
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[color=ed145b]"I'm aware it's far from a complete plan, I merely figured I'd state the possibility. Ideally, I'd like to avoid fighting in a forest, but I'm well aware of the advantage it may offer to others."[/color]

Jeanne merely nodded at Aksha and Orson's objection, it wouldn't be her first- or main plan, either. She'd keep it as a solid plan C, though, or as a countermeasure, if the forest was part of an enemy servant's noble phantasm. Sadly, they lacked any such concrete information, which complicated the matter severely, much to her frustration. [i][color=ed145b]C'est la vie.[/color][/i] Jeanne resigned, and stood up to follow as people began to leave the director's room. Though no plan had really been discussed yet, they'd more than likely come up with one after the summoning, or perhaps when they arrived at the village... Better sooner than later, though. Once they arrived at the village it couldn't possibly be long before they were noticed.

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On their way to the large hall, an elderly man in a black tuxedo came over to the group. He gave a slight bow and wordlessly extended his arms, a large, rectangular satchel held in his hands. Jeanne took it and gave an approving nod to the man, smiling a bit as she praised him on a job well done. [color=ed145b]"Good work as always, James. Tell the family I'll be away for a while, again... On business, this time."[/color] It was a simple command, and once Jeanne was finished, the man, James apparently, bowed again and began his walk back outside. He wasn't a very talkative servant, but apparently he did his job well. And, with her catalyst now in her hands, Jeanne too was ready for the summoning ritual.

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Once they'd arrived at the hall, Jeanne took a moment to take in the sight of the large summoning circles, and to appreciate the sound of a piano, which she hadn't heard in longer than she'd like to admit. As the piano suddenly fell quiet, Jeanne snapped back to reality, just in time to watch the first summoning rituals be performed. Confidently, she stepped forward to another one of the circles. She was done with introductions, so Monica and Mr. King's introductions were inconsequential to her right now. She'd remember their names, but summoning her servant would come first. She removed the satchel from the rectangular object within, a manuscript from the looks of it, and put the book in the circle, then took a step back. As if second nature, Jeanne began chanting. Her voice wasn't particularly quieter or louder than it had been before, instead keeping the same, regal tone as the words flowed from her mouth, coming quickly and easily.

[center][color=ed145b]"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation,
Let white be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate...
Let it be filled. 
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling.

Let it be declared now;
your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your blade.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth."[/color][/Center]

A good moment of silence followed, and Jeanne grew a little worried. Was it possible she had misspoken? ...Just as soon as she accepted the possibility, another flux of power coursed through the air, which left Jeanne recoiling. She'd been prepared for it earlier, but when doubt set in, she'd lowered her guard. Still, unfortunate as getting blasted in the face with a strong wind is, it did mean she had been successful in her summoning after all. She wasn't the first present to successfully summon a servant, nor would she be the last, but it filled her with a little pride all the same... Then doubt came back. Instead of the monstrous man she'd expected to summon, was a scrawny-looking man in neat clothing. While this man was probably the same as the one she'd tried to summon, it would have to be the other half, and even then Jeanne had expected him to be a little more... buffed up. He didn't look like a fighter at all.

In the same way Jeanne had been observing the servant she'd summoned, her servant was observing her. Before Jeanne had completed evaluating her summoning process, her servant sighed, already having reached a conclusion.[color=7bcdc8] "Assassin, huh? ...I see, so that's how it is. Are you to be my master?"[/color] Surprised at Assassin's seeming disappointment, Jeanne merely nodded, after which Assassin continued. [color=7bcdc8]"I must apologize to you then, master. I'm Assassin, yet I'm no murderer, unlike [i]him[/i]... And I must confess I'd rather not let him take the reins."[/color] As Assassin stated his woes, Jeanne's couldn't help but show some concern. [color=ed145b]"So you won't kill?"[/color] [color=7bcdc8]"No."[/color] Assassin's answer was quick and resolute, which was unfortunate, but not entirely unexpected. [color=ed145b]"Even if my life depends on it?"[/color] This, Assassin didn't have a quick answer to, but his doubts were written plainly on his face. [color=ed145b]"I understand your objections, but I will have no choice but to rely on you in the future, so please at least consider it."[/color] Assassin didn't verbally respond, but his troubled expression did nothing to hide the fact he had heard her and was thinking on her words. If push came to shove Jeanne could always use a command seal, but that'd be both inefficient and extremely unfair towards Assassin, so if there was a way this could at all be avoided, that'd be the desirable outcome. 

Undoubtedly, these two were in for a rough time.