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The explosions above Citadel Hill were... well... they were beautiful.

MacKensie could think of no other word to describe what she was seeing.  In spite of the inappropriateness of such an adjective, considering that what she was witnessing was the attempted bombing of civilian buildings, the dynamic array of reds, oranges and yellows... close enough to almost touch... the Ranger was completely enamoured by the visual effects as Second Chance got to the top of Citadel Hill.  It was like getting to see a fireworks show from only yards away.

12 yards.

Zell.  He was in trouble.  She could feel it.

Earlier in the hospital, MacKensie being intrigued by James' description of Zigmund, turned to worry for Zell - The inheritor of their enemy's sword.  James was worried.  Zell was defensive.  The innate chemistry between the trio meant that MacKensie felt it all, even if she did not understand it.  And she did not.  She didn't know the true depth of meaning of the sword Zell carried, or what James knew about their dead nemesis.  She only knew that they were both worried.  And [i]that[/i] bothered her greatly.  All she could do was hope that Zell was strong enough to 'have it under control' whatever it was.  And hope that James was capable enough to look after the englishman.

Seeing Lucy again was nice, although the look the guildmaster gave her was odd - Almost like MacKensie was in her bad books.  [Colour=Pink][i]Strange.[/i][/colour]

The war room meeting was intimidating.  The air was tense, in spite of the cordial exchanges and the High Septum's soft approach to managing proceedings.  MacKensie stayed quiet, subconciously moving next to Fenna, the woman she always looked to for strength and example.  She tilted her head close to the older woman and whispered,  [Colour=Pink]"Should we tell them about our gauntlet and spear?"[/colour]

If Fenna replied affirmatively, then MacKensie would follow her lead and explain to the officials that she entered the world with her magical gauntlet.  It was likely of no consequence, but she supposed all and any info could be important.

What she took from proceedings so far was the fact that they could have been 'summoned' to this world.  It was a potential fact that seemed so farfetched in the minds of the officials and leaders.  But it would make sense that there was a Source Comm message waiting for them, surely?  And what was this about their Ascensions being so unbelievably fast?  Was it not like that for all adventurers?

Whatever the case, MacKensie stepped forward and touched Barracker's arm, smiling solemnly at him.  To hear him put his reputation on the line, to vouch for them, meant a lot.  Barracker had become a close friend in the short space of time that she'd known him, and this moment only strengthened their bond.