[Suzerain of Sheol]

Having successfully conquered the closet (by definitely not melting the door off its hinges), the great wizard now explores the cathedral at large. It's fittingly ostentatious, one thing the French are good for, she supposes. The Grail should have no trouble manifesting here.

But what to do about all the people?

"Hmm..." she mutters, striking a pensive pose while she studies the various nobodies gawking at the architecture. And that one ill-mannered lad gawking at her. "Go ahead and stare!" she shouts at him from across the vestibule. "It's not like I dressed myself!" Hmm... I wonder if I'm cute. I bet I'm cute. I should find a mirror.

Merlin walks off toward the deeper recesses of the church, away from the crowd. "Okay, now I'm supposed to do something. It's... it's... okay, let's try this."

The wizard squares herself, holding her left arm out and focusing her mana.

The sudden surge of godlike power knocks her off her feet.

"Ohhhhhhhhkay, I'm really, really badass. Got it." She climbs back to her feet and assumes the position once more. "Dialing it back just a hair, and there we go... ATTENTION ALL GRAIL WARRIORS (heheh, that's good), BY MY ULTRA-SPECIAL AMAZING META-GALACTIC COMMAND SEAL WITH GLITTER, I FORBID ANY OF YOU FROM FIGHTING UNTIL WE HAVE OUR MEETING TOMORROW. ...AND SOMEBODY BRING DRINKS! OKAY, THAT'S IT, SEE YOU SOON. ~Lin"

She lets out a contented sigh. "Okay that should do it, and as for the crowd, a simple bounded field ought to do the trick. That shouldn't hurt anything, right HG? HG? Aww, I guess you're busy. Oh well, what's the worst that could happen? ... ...okay, well, a lot of things, but I'll be careful! You just... keep doing your thing, summon those Servants. I'll be fiiiiiine. I'll be fine!"