#lactrodecta

As she spied the spiderwoman stalk through the streets, Medea could not help but run to her. Though it would certainly be rude to address her as Arachne, though the woman should be their origin, perhaps if she asked nicely... she could at least... 

The sound of chalk against wood were the only sounds heard in the room, silent scratchings marking a complex circle into the ground, the shape getting bigger and more involved with each stroke. She had imagined its shape in her mind many times before tonight; all she had to do was put everything she had prepared for herself into motion.

She got up, happy at the completed design on the ground. Quickly, she moved to the only table in the room - the only thing placed on it was a wooden box. The box itself was bare, lacking in any sort of markings; but what in contained within was worth more to Mitsuru than anything else in the world. It was a mask.

The mask was made of porcelain, shaped like the face of a woman, very fine - and almost beautiful in its simplicity; if not for the macabre red streak that rolled down one of the eyes. She placed the item in the middle of the circle and stepped back.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves... and then begun to chant. The verses were the same as the drawing - rehearsed, mechanical. As she continued power crackled through the simple and an almost blinding light engulfed the room. She didn't stop. Not until the end of the last line. And as the word 'Arise' escaped her lips...

Nothing. No shock. No fear. Not another word escaped her mouth. The light disappeared and darkness settled into the room once more. But there was one change.

A war awaits you, Assassin-class Servant Elise.

You will be housed in Semina Apartments, room 500 with your Master Mitsuru Kirijo.

Your Noble Phantasm is your deadly poison.

Enjoy your stay, and good luck.