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[b][u]Tower: Group A[/b][/u]

Selan gasped as Estelle practically tackled Trixie the moment the pendulum swung right past them. She herself had nary enough time to press her back flat against the wall. How many seconds did it take for the pendulum to cross the room and disappear into the ceiling? Two? Three?

[I]"Heh... hehe. Um. Whoops."[/I] Trixie chuckled, shrugging nervously.

Selan brought a fingertip to her temple, trying to figure out how to avoid that happening again. "Let's think about this for a moment..." she sighed, taking a second look around the room.

After inspecting carefully, she had an idea. "There are two different sigils on the shields. If we arrange them all so that they are facing their 'enemy', then..."

"Then?" Don asked expectantly, reaching his arms out to move one of the suits.

"... I don't know." Selan said, placing a hand on her hip. "But it's something to try, at least." 

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[b][u]The Tower: Group B + C[/b][/u]

"Woah!" Lisette squealed, recognizing her friends' collapsed forms. "You're all okay!"

Dylan immediately asked whether they too had the "dreams", to which Syed answered in the affirmative. It seemed that no one wanted to go into detail beyond that, including Lisette. For her at least, she didn't want to be seen as a baby; just knowing that she wasn't the only one who had a nightmare was enough for her.

[i]"Is anyone hurt?"[/I] Amy asked the group warily. Lute asked her the same, looking at both her and Kapi with some concern.

"I'm alright..." Lisette said, brushing the dust off her clothes. She was pretty sure she could still smell the singed strands of hair that got caught in the Firon's flames, but she had plenty of hair left over. 
However, Moira asked about tending to the burns on her hand, leaving the rest to deal with the matter of the creepy-looking door. Lisette thought someone else would give it a try, so she leaned against a wall to wait, and felt a cold metal object against her back. She turned to see what it was and discovered that it was a key, stuck to the oil on the painting. She plucked it off with ease and held onto it.

Dylan reached for the door, which opened with a loud, drawn-out creak. Turned out that the key wasn't for that door... Maybe they'd need it along the way.