Salem -- Fate's Watchtower

[doctorfatejsa.livejournal.com]

Hector Hall sits alone on a throne of stone in his tower, blood pulsing through his temples. The Helm of Nabu whispers dark things at him, but he pushes the skittering voice aside. He will not fall to chaos. Doing so is unthinkable.

So why don't you just cast off the helm? says the voice. He has no answer. The misery has gripped him since he returned from Bete Noir. His magic is wild, now. Sloppy. Things do not happen with the precision to which he's become accustomed.

"My soul is imperiled," he whispers to no one, and as he speaks, he realizes that they are the first words he's spoken in hours ... maybe all day.

Rose Psychic left them to seek assistance. She believes she has an answer for him. And Gemma ... Gemma has surely become concerned, by now. His absences and solitude are nothing new, but there is a shadow fallen over this tower. He doesn't know how to find the light again.

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[gemma-masters.livejournal.com]

She is worried, and she isn't the kind of person to leave him alone with all of this. After all the tower likes her and tends to help her out so asking it to lead her to where he's brooding is easy peasy.

"If you're already talkin' to yourself then might be more of a toys in the attic sort of thing Hector." It's a mark that she's feeling strongly about all this that more of that backstreets of London accent is showing through. She doesn't realize how much she sounds like her uncle when she does that.

"Might be better t'hang out with someone and keep centered an all."

[doctorfatejsa.livejournal.com]

"Then it is settled. We will travel to Atlantis at once. Everyone stand close, and remain alert."

Fate gestures, and light emenates around him ... not forming the customary ankh shape, but instead the form of hawk wings. He seems unaware ... or at least indifferent ... to the change.

Colors cascade around the heroes, and reality blurs and spins, until suddenly, they are in a golden orb, underwater ... with the magnificent city of Atlantis before them.

[violeteyedmage.livejournal.com]

While he cannot place the voice or understand much about the situation...there's something in this that nags him, and as Atlantis's defender, he can't just take a chance the voice is lying about attacks on his people.

What he can sense is this: The voice, while sounding alien, also has a certain half-remembered dream quality to it's magical resonance - and that the guardian of order is very, very not himself today.

"Fate! Stand down. You are not making this go any faster and people - my people - may well be dying while we debate this. Present your case, Rose - quickly."