Svetleaze von Einzbern
Only the occasional blink served to show signs of life from the homunculus whilst the other Masters came in. Even when the bickering started over misplaced baggage, which showed a distressing lack of attention that made her more than glad that the Masters hadn't been left to conduct their own summons, all she did was briefly look over. Waiting patiently was all a part of proper social conduct, which it seemed many here were sorely lacking.
Svetleaze paused, delaying the start of her incantation until the other Masters had already completed theirs. The old man was using a completely different incantation for no reason. Did he wish to show off his ability to redo someone else's work? Or did he believe that the process of summoning a Servant could be improved upon or refined when the Master was just a trigger? One other girl... how did she know those lines? None of her family would hand that knowledge out, and the Tohsaka were represented by just an out-of-the-way child...
Something might have to be done about the Matou.
Returning attention to her own circle, Svetleaze rolled through the process with an ease that came with long training. Or, for a homunculus of her heritage, from being born with the knowledge and skills already implanted. Though even she couldn't suppress a feeling of excitement at seeing what hero might be summoned...
"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！"
Ghyslaine Vinla-Meir
Despite the excitement that had been going on elsewhere in the hall, the blood-using magus didn't dare deviate from her careful layering. One misstep and all of the preparation would be worthless or the ritual could fail entirely. Ghyslaine was so cautious, in the end, that she almost didn't complete the second circle of blood by Zelretch's call to begin the summons.
The bandage was hastily wrapped around her hand once more and the scarf gathered up, then she began the process of summoning a Servant: visualise flowing blood and activate her Circuits. Thankfully, the shining red circle began to burn, taking up most of the work as Ghyslaine incanted.
"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let the stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation..."
A Servant that would appreciate the gift of a scarf, one not obsessed with swords and glory. If they were going to be together for weeks or longer, then it had to be someone that she could tolerate.
"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！"
Medea
Already, compared to the other Servants, Altheana looked to have gotten the short end of the stick: no hulking brute, no rippling muscles, and nary a trace of armour. What could be said for certain, even with the hooded cloak, was that her Servant was female--and probably Caster, from the way she looked.
Medea turned her head to take in the other Servants summoned, noting those that probably had more muscles than brains and some others that caught her interest. One Servant's
face induced irksome feelings before she took action to counter it. Such disgusting magic... it would have to be solved soon. Whatever venture called for so many heroes would be scuppered if forced infatuation was allowed to run rampant.
The facility itself was of interest--not for what was on display in this room but for the amount of mana present. With time to prepare, what could be achieved with this amount of mana... or how much easier many items could be made... she would have to find a way to put her talents there to full use.
Finally, she actually addressed the one to summon her: "You are my Master?"
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