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[quote][b][color=6091e0]Location:[/color][/b] Urquhart Castle, Scotland.
[b][color=6091e0]Interacting with:[/color][/b] The masters by association.
[b][color=6091e0]Magical energy:[/color][/b] 177 out of 180.[/quote]
[b][color=6091e0]"Two uniformed guards patrolling underneath the east ramparts..."[/color][/b] Sonja muttered, as if a world away from the reality they were in. With both of her eyes pressed shut, one hand against the wall for stability and two feet spread comfortably at shoulder with, Sonja focused on the perception from her sparrow familiar. It was hard to see overhead - the transparent nature of its construction made it blend in with the night, taking on the dark blue from the sky above. With a gentle motion from her left hand and a faint glow from under her sleeve, the sparrow suddenly changed direction, weaving to keep the two security officers in sight. She could see the summoning site from above, and the group not too far from it. They were close. [b][color=6091e0]"..and.. go now. Don't stop, this is the last leg."[/color][/b] After giving the word to the haphazardous pack, she opened her eyes - returning her senses to her own point of view - and made her way forward herself. She'd found herself a bit of a vein to work in doing this, operating in a support role: throughout the heist, she monitored the situation from above and below, keeping the party well informed and going where few others could fly or fit. 

After crossing the last gap, Sonja briefly closed her eyes to check on the guards: fortunately, they were none the wiser. With her brief check completed, she moved to close in towards the summoning circles. As she dropped to a knee she slipped her backpack off her back, bringing it about to rest it on the grass besides her. A brief search gave her what she was looking for: several dirty squares of paper towel, wrapped snugly about a vaguely rectangular object. She reached forward to unwrap it before a voice drew her attention away: 
[b]"Ladies and gentlemen,"[/b] the voice began, [b]"it is good to 'ave you 'ere tonight..."[/b] It was as soon as that that she stopped paying attention. It was no secret she wasn't fond of speeches - while some of the younger conspirators, some as young as 15, might appreciate some stirring words, she was no such conspirator. She had almost 10 years over the youngest, even some of the selected masters, so it was only natural her tastes and preferences differed; or at least, that's how she justified it to herself. She returned her attention to the paper towel, now unwrapping it to reveal the prize within: the ancient head of a Japanese [i]Ono[/i], shaped in a crescent D and subjected to all sorts of deterioration and attrition. Most would be forgiven for not identifying the tortured bit of steel as an item of legend: the head of the Ono wielded by Kintaro, the Golden Boy. After stuffing the paper towel back into her bag, she gently set the axe head down in the center of her selected summoning circle.  

While the speech went on, Sonja went about double-checking the summoning circle. Nothing less than perfect would do: they were up against the Clocktower elite, some of the best magus on the planet, as a haphazardous of rebellious adolescents and young adults. Too much was at stake for an oversight to end the grand plan after so much was already committed; for all she knew, Ayondale himself could be following them to their summoning circle, or could have even sabotaged it already. Which reminded her... Mid-way through the inspection, Sonja closed her eyes and waved her hand to update the sparrow's orders. From the perception of the nimble creature above, she surveyed the surrounds again and yet again, watching for anything out of place. Heavens forbid that Ayondale already has enforcers nearby...

Throughout the remainder of the speech, until the positions were taken by the seven masters, Sonja continued to inspect the circle and survey the surrounds time and time again. The summoning has to be perfect. There was no room for error, not against a superior enemy. [i]It has to be perfect.[/i]