In the dark something heavy slapped get hands on the table, the tremor nearly knocking over the nice little glass of tea Gilliam had so kindly set there for her. She would have stood for effect, but she was already standing. Bak always stood at these meetings now. They had lost too many brave chairs for it to be otherwise. "Rurik! She said across the table. "You must sit up! If not you will just be going to sleep again where we can not see you. Christine, tell him, you know I am speaking truth."

It was only in this room that wrongdoers got any sort of warning other than the tell tale roar of a rocket lighting up. She'd learned that the hard way the first time he'd deflected a rocket into Clara. It was her greatest shame, the daughter of kind generous Mr. Mephisto being singed by one of her own weapons! She had spent all of the next day distraught and had been extra careful with her punishments since then on. 

"As for how to be crushing St. Laurel's team," She said, switching gears and pumping both fists in the air, "Vittorio and Christine are having right idea. We should crush the horrible Alto as soon as possible! With mortar, or landmine, or giant cannon!" She looked around eagerly, but it was impossible to read the others expressions in the dim light, so she looked back down to the teacup. An idea struck her. "Oh, but Gilliam should not be involved. He is first year. They do not know he is monster yet. Remember how rattled they were in last tournament when I came out? And I am not even invincible monster like he is."  

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