[h2][center][b][color=a50d33]Kaybernett[/color][/b][/center][/h2]
[sup][center]Summoning Hall, Clock Tower[/center][/sup]
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Jack didn't flinch nor retreat when his Summon emerged and began monologuing and smashing things. After all, he was the type who was great at pinpointing the difference between violence, and violence directed at [i]him[/i]. He did raise his hands in surrender, since she had mentioned slaughtering them all.

"[color=a50d33]Heathens? I'm sure you know we're all magi, so take that however you want. There was a wizard or two among the peers, though, right?[/color]"

He had known a Paladin was going to be fairly devout, but he was hoping he could make it work. "[color=a50d33]Rider? Or Saber? Welcome back to the world. I'm Jack Kaybernett, who summoned you, and the other heroes you'll be joining are materializing around us as we speak. Best to get along with them, yeah?[/color]"

As he spoke and extended a hand towards the mounted lady, a sudden burst from the Russian Count's circle grabbed his attention. [i]Something[/i] had just happened over there.

"[color=a50d33]What in the..?[/color]"

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[h2][center][b][color=870000]Der Ring des Nibelungen[/color][/b][/center][/h2]
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It lay dormant. Golden and dazzling as the Count of Russia placed it on his scarf.

This was the way it had been for centuries, lounging in one treasure hoard or another, its curse long since decayed.

Until the moment the magus unleashed his chant. Then, in the midst of the steam and light gushing from the circle, it felt its owner's presence again. Its status was now that of a Noble Phantasm. Its purpose was renewed.

Perhaps it was a joyful thing to be brought out of disuse, but at that moment, the ring's function was not to feel joy. It was not in its rightful master's grasp.

And so it raged.

A hateful cocktail of fire and darkness emerged. The scarf was quickly annihilated like the nothing it was, and the floor wasn't faring much better. Small fissures made their way across the ground, and the force of palpable anger and burning wind was sufficient to knock a man like Vladimir off his feet. All this was only in the first second, and the curse was quickly blossoming into something even those at other circles would be troubled by.

Whatever form the Russian had conjured was completely obscured by the overbearing darkness. Yet, amid the swirling cinders and bubbling of the silver powder, a [i]sigh[/i] was audible. There was the sound of a single step on the crumbling floor, seemingly louder than all the violent chaos around it.

With that, it all stopped.

Myriad runes shone for a momen on the golden band. The moment the figure in the ruined circle had scooped it up, the rage of the ring had subsided completely.

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[h2][center][b][color=84f9ca]Caster[/color][/b][/center][/h2]
[sup][center]Summoning Hall, Clock Tower[/center][/sup]
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It was a young boy with a round face and strawberry blond hair, but his cold, greedy, experienced eyes betrayed something of his true nature.

"[color=84f9ca]Be more careful with my things.[/color]"

His voice was not that of an adult, but his inflections and manner of speaking were beyond those of a child. Whatever he was, he twirled the ring between his fingers for a moment, revealing characters in some primal language which shimmered across its uniformly golden surface for a moment as he slipped it on.

"[color=84f9ca]I am Caster, and you...[/color]" He thought for a moment, seeming annoyed as he examined the older man, "[color=84f9ca]You have command seals, and magical energy. Fine, you can be my Master.[/color]"

The offer of a contract was extended towards Vladimir. When he reached out to take it, he would find it felt different than he might have expected. What he had summoned was rather distant from the 'heroes' one normally saw in such wars. Caster's status read as being similar to an elemental. Along the same vein, he gazed over towards the other Servants, surmising each one's nature as best he could with a glance. Lancer held the shrewd gaze particularly long. While he couldn't identify her true name just like that, a Valkyrie was something he couldn't miss, that gave him great confidence for the faction. It was leering at maidens like her that had gotten him into his current predicament, but given his nature he held nothing but ice-cold calculations of victory in the face of such beauty.

Caster moved from the summoning circle and leaned towards Vladimir. "[color=84f9ca]Let's take these people with us and get to work. I want that cup.[/color]"