[Suzerain of Sheol]

She hadn't really had a plan coming here, which isn't anything strange. This doesn't seem all that different from her usual escapades, and she's been meaning to visit France for a while now. Emilie figures she'll just wander the streets and see what she can find. It's certainly pretty, in an antique-feeling way, caught halfway between tourist trap and college town. It almost reminds her of home, just... a lot more cramped.

She has all her stuff in a backpack for now – and thankfully there's no guard-post for checking into the city, so her weaponry has made it into Avignon intact. It almost feels like going back in time, with nearly no cars and people just congregating on street corners leading off into narrow avenues. She's on the southeast end of the city, looking for somewhere she can crash. It's pretty warm, and she's starting to sweat carrying all this gear around. Crossing a street she doesn't bother to note the name of, Emilie digs her Pez-dispenser out of her skirt pocket and pops a THC pill to keep her chill going. No point appreciating all this old-world chic sober.

Eventually, she finds a shabby-looking boarding house that seems like it'll suffice. She steps inside, noting the cute clerk before raising her sunglasses. That's a plus. Maybe she won't even have to kill this one if she gets her wish.

Lodgings secured, Emilie starts unpacking, assembling her SMG and loading her belts and harnesses with supplies. That accomplished, she sets aside her... catalyst, and takes up her inscribing kit. Not being an exceptionally well-read individual, Emilie had almost no idea on who she should summon, but a fairytale princess ought to work. Probably.

It'll take a couple of hours to finish the rune circle, and the lighting in here isn't great for precision mage-craft, but she's pretty excited to meet her Servant.