[center][h1][color=8A2BE2][b]Autolycus[/b][/color][/h1] [h3]Foreign District Abandoned Subway Station, Paris Metro Underground[/h3][/center] [hr] As Isidore would finish the incantation, magical energy that had been swirling about within the magic circle came to its climax. Light erupted from the magic circle as a servant accepted the call to arms, and smoke filled the area of the magic circle in the immediate aftermath. But what heroic spirit could he have summoned? The great Chiron, he who had trained heroes such as Achilles in the arts of Pankration? Was it Plato himself, the wrestler and servant the robotic magic had imagined in his very mind to try to summon? Was it the hero Heracles, mightiest of all Greek heroes who had completed many labors and fought many foes? [color=8A2BE2]"Well, well, well...so this is the kid who summoned me, eh? Seems to be a biiiiiiiiiiit too serious, but maybe we can change that."[/color] Wait...that didn't sound like something Plato would say, right? Nonono, maybe it was Achilles? Yes, of course! It had to be- [color=8A2BE2]"Ol' Plato pointed me this way, didn't wanna walk away from his match against the Chiron guy back in the Throne. Damn shame he didn't want to come for [b]all[/b] of this [b]fun[/b] though~"[/color] -...[u][b]what[/b][/u]?! That was a lot of sarcasm, and if his words were right he wasn't most of those other well-known greeks! But who was he then? Was this some younger form of Heracles or something?! Maybe some ancient and experienced Olympic champion who had managed to answer the summons? As the smoke from the summoning began to quickly fade, the figure before Isidore became clearer and clearer. Until eventually, it was easy to see the rather strangely-dressed individual standing before him: [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/bZSFT02.jpg[/img][/center] [color=8A2BE2]"You are going to get a [u]little lesson in trickery[/u] while i'm around, kid. Even Herc had to learn the hard way from me, and look how he turned out! Bwuahahahahahaha!!! [b]He's the Greatest Hero of Greece[/b]!"[/color] This strange man seemed very amused by his own words and the situation, laughing like a happy idiot. He then crossed his arms, looking Isidore in the eyes with a gleeful grin and glint in his eyes. [color=8A2BE2]"But that cup said to ask you something, i guess, before we get started~ [i]I ask of you, are you my master?[/i]"[/color] [@Cu Chulainn] [hr] [center][h1][color=00CED1][b]Charlotte[/b][/color][/h1] [h3]High-Rise District (just barely across the river from the Eiffel Tower) Penthouse Suite, The Golden Shangri-La Hotel[/h3][/center] [hr] All would say she looked no older than 19 or 20, her hair drills cascading down onto and around her body. Her Caucasian skin somewhat reflected the gentle moonlight, her blue eyes reflecting a large sense of pride and determination as she looked down upon the spare sheet she'd drawn her summoning circle upon. However, her clothing left little to the imagination, and the most telling feature was- [color=00CED1]"Oh, hohohohoho!"[/color] -...that laugh. That trademark, "ojou-sama" laugh that she had seemingly perfected in only 27 years of life. But who was she, a proud magus of noble blood, to not be able to strike an impression of noble pride upon the peasants who struggled against the weight of this world? She would have been nothing! A sham! Thus she would laugh, laugh in the face of the foolish, in the face of her foes, and in the face of the people who dared to try to stop her here. This land would be the jumping-off point, a great gain of glory as compared to that pathetic little cup she had also been promised here. A wish? Surely whatever backwater hillbillies that had made this were desperate to chase the coattails of some better magus such as herself! But no, this was a serious matter. Dirty peasants and tricky fools, one had to keep a careful eye on ones like them. A dog driven mad into a corner was more dangerous than some might think. And to this end, she had procured nothing short of the best, an artifact of a great French heroic spirit who would serve her! They would follow her very will, slay her enemies, and assist in her conquest of the spiritual land of the beloved Paris. That would be sufficient, yes. Charlotte stepped into the circle, gently placing a deteriorated piece of shoulder armor in the center before stepping back out of the circle. A relic, as it was, of one of the great Paladins of Charlemagne. It seemed to barely hold together, metal worn and dented and heavens knows what filth had once clung to it when it was excavated. Frankly the Durandal would have been a better choice, but with so many fools eyeing such a piece it would be easy to tell who she was summoning if knowledge of that being stolen had gotten out. Nonono, this was subtle enough to a "T" to work for this situation. Her presence would be known, along with a few others who she knew had come to this city as well to claim [b]her[/b] prize, [b]her[/b] land she would rule over, but they would have no idea who her servant was until it was too late! They would fall before her chosen knight, and their heads would be placed before her feet as punishment for their impunity! [color=00CED1]"Heed my words. My will creates your body-,"[/color] the girl began to chant, the incantation slipping off of her lips like a well-rehearsed bible verse, becoming somewhat more mechanical for a moment a she uttered the summoning spell, until eventually- [color=00CED1]"...oh keeper of the balance!"[/color] -her servant would finally arrive. [@Reflection]