"Scarlet," she deadpanned automatically, by way of introduction. She took the picture from him and spent a few moments studying it. Summoning circles could have catastrophic repercussions if even a single glyph was not drawn correctly; there was no room for error. Once she was confident that she had memorized the required symbols properly, she began to replicate them with her shadow-manipulation magic. Scarlet had never heard of drawing a summoning circle directly onto someone before, but this man had suggested it-- who was she to question?<br/><br/>"That should do it," She said quietly, looking over her work once more. Sure enough, the glyphs began to shimmer slightly, a sure sign that they had been drawn properly and were reacting as intended. She raised an eyebrow at her cooperative, "You sure you know what you're doing?"<br/><br/>Just then, a soccer ball glowing with holy light sailed over her head, squeezing a very un-Scarlet yelp out of her, "Watch it!" She directed a glare at the monk, before her expression turned to one of confusion, "You... You're actually going with that?" She nodded derisively at the soccer balls.<br/><br/>"... I can't believe I'm seeing this, but whatever." She turned back to her summoning circle to make sure it was still right, then left Blake to whatever it was he was planning to use it for. Scarlet tipped her head slightly to the side, her eyes finding three unused soccer balls. Her gaze flicked to Depositron as she mentally calculated power and trajectory.<br/><br/>"Not possible, but I'll try it anyway," She muttered to herself. With a flick of her wrist, the shadows created by the soccer balls jerked, causing their physical counterparts to go flying with a surprising amount of force. In the back of her mind, she could sense a dark energy that had nothing to do with her. How strange.