[color=0072bc]"I believe Miss Hifumi would be correct. I do not understand why you are all in such a hurry but so be it."[/color] commented Director Orson rather bluntly as he stood up Orson spoke up once more loudly this time. [color=fff200]"Very well then I believe that following me would be prudent, follow me."[/color] Orson said as he stood up, and grabbed a bag of items. He then ushered everyone out of the door. [color=0072bc]"We will now move onto the next step. I have made arrangements to conduct the summoning rituals needed here. It will be done in the main hall. Be careful of what you have selected as your catalyst if it is not strong enough this bag of mine has some for you to use. I will warn you outside of those already assembled no one but the headmaster, and the needed parties have been notified. If this leaks and the true names of any of the individual servants here are revealed prematurely then you know where the leaks came from. Welcome to the Great Grail War...or perhaps that is a bit more premature?."[/color] Director Orson said to the group plainly as he led the way out of the room, and down the corridors of the main hall of the Clocktower. The time traveling through the halls was quick and as they got closer to the destination the sound of music played on a piano sounded through the hall. 


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Orson's face inadvertently smiled as Leon looked at the man he wondered if Orson was really a close friend to whoever was playing that music. He grabbed at his own satchel and considered what life would now be ahead of him fully aware that it was now too far gone to turn back. Leon looked forward not back as he followed Orson. He hoped down in his gut that the despair he felt at becoming a master would be overcome by his desire to be an influential factor in humanity's future. More over than that he hoped that he didn't get berserker...he couldn't imagine such a fate ahead of him if he did. Unable to talk with his servant he'd be forced into a spot where he, as a master, would need to fully embrace the role unlike any other.

Orson took a quick step across from a hallway towards a dead end with only one door, and opened it to enter a hall where the piano music was resonating much louder. It changed in tune every now, and then but it was still peaceful, and hopeful. As Orson entered the music kept playing seemingly unaware of his presense in the piano seat sat a young lady with long brown hair wearing a uniform of a student. As Orson walked up to the piano he tapped on it, and the music stopped. The young lady turned to Orson and blushed embarrassed and chuckled awkwardly. [color=0072bc]"Hello is everything prepared here my student?"[/color] asked Orson with a calm voice as the young lady smiled at him and nodded. She spoke clearly, and with elegance [color=f7941d]"Of course Director! Again thank you for letting me take the job. I told you...I won't let you down!"[/color] She said getting up after closing a spread sheet of piano notes. Orson pointed at the group assembled. [color=f7941d]"OH hey! Sorry I didn't notice you there I...I suppose you're my allies then? Hello allow me to introduce myself. Apprentice Mage! Junior Year Student! I am Monica Renwald! Though I am not much to look at I promise you that you can count on me to do the just thing to the end! I am a fellow member of the Black Faction as a back up master!"[/color] Monica said as she bowed her head and body respectfully towards the group. 

[color=0072bc]"I personally vouch for this one's excellence she's a bit of an idol in this school. And a personal student of my own. Let her petite appearance fool you not she is as a capable mage as anyone here if not more so. Now then...are you all ready? As I said I have a spare catalyst ready for anyone without one. However I am under the impression that each of you brought one no?"[/color] Orson said as he pointed towards the center of the massive hall where all the furniture had been either removed, or pushed aside for the dozen or so magical circles made with silver dust lined around the room. [color=8dc73f]"Yes sir I have one!"[/color] Leon said as he pulled up his satchel and pulled out a the ash filled jar.. [color=8dc73f]"This the catalyst  my grand father handed to me before I left America. It belonged to some sort of hero of great worth somewhere in Central Europe."[/color] Leon said as Anderson chuckled. [color=fff200]"Yes yes get a move on boy you all have a job to do don't you?"[/color] Anderson stated calmly with a smile on his face. 

However before everyone could go much further a whistle came from the back of the hall. A man in a luxurious black suit came walking over. He had his hair combed over with a gleam to it. His pearly white teeth glimmered brightly, and his handsome complexion was a sight to behold. The man looked like something out of an old 30's film, and he held himself rather well not hunched over, and when he spoke it was clear, and loud. [color=fff79a]"Well now sir I do say it is rather rude of you not to introduce me as well. All the same I have no issues if you do so now."[/color] the man said as he waltzed over and stood in front of the crew. [color=0072bc]"Oh yes...I wasn't sure if you had decided to come. Everyone this is Austin R. King. He is a fourth generation mage from Las Vegas. His family runs casinos among normal folks, and uses that wealth to sponsor both us, and the Atlas institution. His family is generous, and has allowed many mages to continue in their research where they may have not done so before. He specializes in a strange form of magic. Unorthodox as it is it is very potent. Alteration magic that effects chance. In other words he's extremely 'lucky'. He will be replacing any master who chooses to leave, or dies in the up coming conflict...assuming the servant agrees to the pact if its the latter."[/color] commented Orson as he stared with unease at King who kept his dazzling smile on display, he nodded his head, and let out a chuckle. [color=fff79a]"Well I do declare sir that in order to win you have to stack the deck...and weight the dice. No one ever won a penny without making sure the odds were forever in their favor. I look forward to working with you all. Even you Reverend."[/color] he said with a nod at Anderson who sighed, [color=fff200]"Your hedonistic attitude irks me but we have much greater problems at hand than my belief in your foul magic."[/color] Anderson stated flatly.

[color=fff200]"Alright then lads let's get to steppin' alright? We got a summoning to do. Everyone who needs to summon take your place at a circle."[/color] Anderson quickly rebounded giving a declaration that he was ready for the summoning sequence. Pulling out of a handful of black keys from his vest. He made it clear very quickly that he'd deal with any rogue servants. Leon sighed and moved forward. He was nervous, and not sure what would come of this. As they stepped into their own respective summoning circles Leon pulled out his shard and placed it in the middle of the circle. He moved some distance away he had done his homework. Leon breathed out easily, and calmly. He held his head high as he wondered just exactly what the world intended for him after this but as he remembered he had committed to this himself. Going back would be folly, and insulting. Especially with King being right there to take his place. He started speaking loudly, and full of passion in his belly Leon shouted:

[color=39b54a][i]Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone, and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let [b]black[/b] be the color I hold the standard for.
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 of heaven itself 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 sword.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth[/i]."[/color]

Leon's words didn't falter as he spoke with a firm but calm chant after settling himself down half way through and the room shook as the incantations were responded to by the summoning ritual. The winds shook the area, and the od around the room became unstable as it began to shutter with the incantations. As the winds blew back in response to the ritual Leon was pressed onto his backfoot, but he gave no quarter to the force he stood strong against it. Then it calmed as the energy that had generated from the mass summons had finished there was someone kneeling on the ground where there was once no one.

Before him appeared a woman it looked like? But her hair shimmered and contained many colors most predominately purple and white, and her finery was certainly not normal for it too seemed to carry a certain weight to it. It felt like she herself was something not natural to this world as Leon had known it. In her hand Leon saw a massive lance, and as she looked up Leon saw her eyes were filled with...something Leon could not figure out? Sadness? Or was it happiness? Some mixture of both? Who had he summoned?

She radiated with a certain power she was strong that much he was certain on. She held her lance gingerly as she looked towards Leon who held his ground despite her presence being rather unnatural to even him. 

[color=92278f]"Tell me sir would you be my master?"[/color] asked the woman in front of Leon with an earnest smile. Leon wasn't able to speak for a moment. But he quickly recomposed himself. [color=00a651]"Yes...yes that would be me. I...I am your master."[/color] Leon stuttered out in shock as he looked onto his hand where a strange red set of three command seals had taken their place on his hand. [color=92278f]"I understand then the pact is complete. I will do my best for you young man. Let us fight for the Black Faction with all our might."[/color] she said calmly as if she was trying to come off as professional as she could but some sort of hint of unease was in her voice. But Leon nodded his head respectfully she responded with another statement. [color=92278f]"Master forgive me in advance if I appear aloof...I'm...I have a curse on me, I do not wish to hurt you with it so it would be for the best that you keep your distance from me emotionally."[/color] Lancer said which made Leon wonder...just who was this woman exactly? Beautiful beyond compare yet Leon felt in his veins that something was off about her. Still this was who he had summoned one way, or another he'd make do with who he had.