[center][color=00aeef][u][h3]Vladimir Moroz[/h3][/u]
[u]Santa's Favorite Helper[/u][/color][/center]

While most had begun to bicker, or perhaps already show their distaste with the current proceedings, Vladimir had zoned it all out. If not for the grip of his assistant on his shoulder, he might have left the room altogether. His disgust with other human beings was clear on his face, especially as the defenses were explained to them. A defense system that would require him working with others directly? He was an alchemist, not a man who cared about illusions! He had dabbled in them, but it was mostly on the regular folk when he had been acting in steed of his ancestor. 

Adjusting his coat, he stood, and walked with the others. If he was in the mood for curses he might have had a few in mind, but he didn't act on them. After all, he needed his karma high if he planned to ever finish his research. The ring in his hand flittered between fingers, and a hiss on his lips as he saw the summoning circle in question. It was certainly of a quality required, and no doubt adjusted in advance for several mages to use it together when summoning their servants. No doubt they would deny him the chance to summon in a private room, but he doubted the subject of his servant's name would ever need to arise. That was if his catalyst was any use. 

He took a scarf from around his neck, and folded it tightly together. Placing it on the ground first, he put his catalyst on top. So that it wouldn't be dirtied by the ground. Just in case he needed to use it later or something. He turned to his assistant, and nodded at her. She nodded back, and stepped further from the circle. If desired, he could very well have used his blood, or perhaps his associate as a catalyst to summon his ancestor. But despite his power... He wasn't sure it was wise to summon a demon to war like that. And his heart wouldn't take the dishonor if they were to die. No, best to summon another hero.

[color=00aeef]"Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone, and the archduke of contracts be the foundation..."[/color] And so began the ritual. His servant slowly forming in the air before him. Praying... That it would be somebody with an answer to his problem.

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[center][color=f6989d][u][h3]Saber[/h3][/u]
[u]My Boyfriend is the Holy Roman Emperor[/u][/color][/center]

She was no rider. But she came to conquer, and that meant her horse did too. The clatter of hooves no doubt drew attention, as upon a white stallion... SABER APPEARED! Dressed in the armor of war, a sword held aloft in such a way that she was stabbing the chandelier. Whoever Kaybernett had just summoned was... Wild at the very least. The clippity clop of hooves filled the air, as the stallion began to walk around the room, carrying its rider upon its back. 
[color=f6989d]"My goodness, the world has certainly changed!"[/color] She declared as a grin like the Cheshire cat crept over her lips. [color=f6989d]"This is good. Very good. If I bring him glory here, than for sure he will be without hesitation in the praise!"[/color] She swooned, as if ignoring all the people around her. [color=f6989d]"Oh, I know just what he'll say. He'll stand before an audience, brush his hair to the side and declare in no short words 'this is truly my most trusted of God's helpers! Her pure maiden heart has slain the evils of another time, and has carried back to me the Holy GRAIL!"[/color] Her blade swung through the air, and decapitated a nearby statue with ease. 
Only as it fell to the ground and shattered did her sense of space come back. 

[color=f6989d]"Oh, sorry there! Are you all okay? I hope I didn't startle any of you. Unless you're all heathens who don't believe in the love of god. Then I'd have to kill each and every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ. Though I guess the pope wouldn't approve... He never did approve of my more liberal approach to worship. That's why I stopped answering his letters."[/color]