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[sunnydalealum]

It's a bigger room, this time. The better to fit two dozen zhirelin in addition to the sorcerers themselves.

The conference room setup this time is much hastier, at Emma's orders. The table's been upended against the wall instead of removed entirely; the blood in the spell diagram is still tacky. Everything's in place, including the two most vital components: the real Kshaartian mandrake, and the Scythe.

Emma's trying hard not to pace as the two red-robed apprentices bend to light the first candles, as the priests in their darker robes begin chanting.

We're in the homestretch. Go. Go. Go.

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[sunnydalealum]

A few seconds later, there's a yelp as Amy falls past, grabs for the fourth-floor railing, and misses.

She catches the next one, and has to jog back up half a flight of stairs.

[slayer_fray]

Mel is not laughing.

But she's not laughing in a friendly manner.

"Close," she allows happily.

[sunnydalealum]

"I need practice," she says, a little glumly.

Juliet reaches the fourth-floor landing, and gives Amy a withering look.

[slayer_fray]

Mel grins in Juliet's direction, but she really smiles at Amy.

"At least it'sa fun thing to practise? 'Kay, let's check this floor out, and hope there's something to actually do."