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Judgment Day
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dr-black-light.livejournal.com(Fifteen minutes to the second after his first transmission ,the live feed from Guantanamo comes on.
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Falling pieces
Oct. 11th, 2007 10:39 pmamelia-z.livejournal.com(Continuation from here)
Amelia feels like she's seen too much. Her brain is full and brimming, actually working clearly for the first time in months. The visions bring some clarity, though it's fleeting. So the witch was right. I need to keep braat away from the blondes.
Babies. Amelia shudders. Ew.
Her attitude towards the spherical visitor has been, up until now, rather hostile. Even if she's a little insulted, she's intrigued. She won't disturb the object anymore, not even trying to get a better 'look' at it. Hands on knees, Amelia sinks down to the floor, cross-legged in front of the object. Being logical? This could be a trap, or a weapon. Maybe the entire purpose is to confuse her; not that it's an accomplishment at this point in time. Finding out if it's specifically magical would be risky in her state.
It isn't doing anything again. She hefts a fist under her chin, propping her elbow on a knee. She'll wait. Eventually it'll do something or go away, right? It can't just spin there, forever--
Amelia feels like she's seen too much. Her brain is full and brimming, actually working clearly for the first time in months. The visions bring some clarity, though it's fleeting. So the witch was right. I need to keep braat away from the blondes.
Babies. Amelia shudders. Ew.
Her attitude towards the spherical visitor has been, up until now, rather hostile. Even if she's a little insulted, she's intrigued. She won't disturb the object anymore, not even trying to get a better 'look' at it. Hands on knees, Amelia sinks down to the floor, cross-legged in front of the object. Being logical? This could be a trap, or a weapon. Maybe the entire purpose is to confuse her; not that it's an accomplishment at this point in time. Finding out if it's specifically magical would be risky in her state.
It isn't doing anything again. She hefts a fist under her chin, propping her elbow on a knee. She'll wait. Eventually it'll do something or go away, right? It can't just spin there, forever--
amelia-z.livejournal.comOld habits die hard.
Amelia can't follow the radio broadcasts too well. People talk too fast these days, and her ability to follow lines of thought has waned. There's absolutely nothing about the Outsiders thus far, and her brother's cell keeps going to voicemail when she can get the prats at front desk to give her the damn phone.
She changes the dial away from music. She's pacing her room and listening, trying to get it all. It's hard not getting tripped up for entire sentences when she thinks she missed a word. It's hard not to linger.
After a while she beats the walls. She slumps. She cries. How could she be stuck in here when Caleb's out there? Without her? And she doesn't even know where!
DAMN THEM!
She's going to burst apart waiting. She's going to claw at the walls until her fingers bleed. No amount of throwing things is going to change anything. She's caged, pulling at her hair, pacing along the walls. In an hour or so she's exhausted and throws herself on the bed.
Lie there. Helpless. Nothin's gonna change.
Amelia can't follow the radio broadcasts too well. People talk too fast these days, and her ability to follow lines of thought has waned. There's absolutely nothing about the Outsiders thus far, and her brother's cell keeps going to voicemail when she can get the prats at front desk to give her the damn phone.
She changes the dial away from music. She's pacing her room and listening, trying to get it all. It's hard not getting tripped up for entire sentences when she thinks she missed a word. It's hard not to linger.
After a while she beats the walls. She slumps. She cries. How could she be stuck in here when Caleb's out there? Without her? And she doesn't even know where!
DAMN THEM!
She's going to burst apart waiting. She's going to claw at the walls until her fingers bleed. No amount of throwing things is going to change anything. She's caged, pulling at her hair, pacing along the walls. In an hour or so she's exhausted and throws herself on the bed.
Lie there. Helpless. Nothin's gonna change.
Meanwhile, at Guantanamo...
Sep. 24th, 2007 02:53 pmjla-extras.livejournal.comGuantánamo is the easternmost province of Cuba. Its capital is also called Guantánamo. Other towns include Baracoa. The province surrounds the important U.S. Navy base at Guantánamo Bay.
Since the 1970's, the base was used to house Cuban and Haitan refugees. Since 2002, it's been the primary detention camp used on the War on Terror, and a lightning rod for controversy.
Lightning prepares to strike as 7 people...and one chimp...prepare to reach ground.
Since the 1970's, the base was used to house Cuban and Haitan refugees. Since 2002, it's been the primary detention camp used on the War on Terror, and a lightning rod for controversy.
Lightning prepares to strike as 7 people...and one chimp...prepare to reach ground.
Gathering the troops
Sep. 20th, 2007 06:11 amsand-hawkins.livejournal.comIt's been about 15 minutes since Magique (now calling herself Slither or somesort) was on international television, telling the world that Kobra had taken over Cuba.)
Ten minutes of watching the news later, Sand had told the troops to suit up and be in the main hall within ten minutes.
EVERYONE. Including the guests.
As he waits for their arrival, he receives a transmission from Oracle.
And frowns.
Ten minutes of watching the news later, Sand had told the troops to suit up and be in the main hall within ten minutes.
EVERYONE. Including the guests.
As he waits for their arrival, he receives a transmission from Oracle.
And frowns.
Tom Petty sang it best...
Sep. 13th, 2007 09:20 pmsand-hawkins.livejournal.com...the waiting is the hardest part.
A million thoughts are going through Sand's mind. Are they OK? Is SHE OK? Will they find her?
He checks his watch. Yep, they've been gone 10 seconds.
"Anyone know any good parlor games? I don't think everyone here's into Civ4."
A million thoughts are going through Sand's mind. Are they OK? Is SHE OK? Will they find her?
He checks his watch. Yep, they've been gone 10 seconds.
"Anyone know any good parlor games? I don't think everyone here's into Civ4."
tefe-holland.livejournal.comThings had been quiet, of course that was usually what happened just before everything decided to get out of control in Tefe's experience. There had been time to grow the plants on the base the way she wanted them, some were just for looks, some were for traps, some were to talk to.
She still wondered what that strange Raven woman had wanted outside the theater that day, the other people showing up had scared her away before they could really talk. Maybe she should look her up soon.
Now Caleb wanted her to come to a meeting. Tefe wasn't exactly sure what it was for but she was able to guess it had something to do with Corrine. He hadn't been around too much to ask how his sister was doing because he'd been trying to find a solution to where Corrine had gone. Hopefully she could ask about Amelia at the same time.
She showed up where Caleb had asked her to be with her hands in her pockets and a slightly curious look.
"I'm here."
She still wondered what that strange Raven woman had wanted outside the theater that day, the other people showing up had scared her away before they could really talk. Maybe she should look her up soon.
Now Caleb wanted her to come to a meeting. Tefe wasn't exactly sure what it was for but she was able to guess it had something to do with Corrine. He hadn't been around too much to ask how his sister was doing because he'd been trying to find a solution to where Corrine had gone. Hopefully she could ask about Amelia at the same time.
She showed up where Caleb had asked her to be with her hands in her pockets and a slightly curious look.
"I'm here."
Just A Soul Who's Intentions Are Good
Sep. 7th, 2007 08:21 pmgreen-shield.livejournal.comThere's got to be a gallon of blood, puke, and other stuff on her. Just another night of work and she's still not tired, and it's still not enough. She didn't beam in directly. She's beamed in on the beach. The quiet is nice. She shoves down the thought she's doing this because she can't sleep and misses...people...Her family, Travis, Corrine, Chimp...Tries very hard to miss Amelia...Hell, she misses the cohesion and chatter they all brought. The air of possibility. As she looks out on the waves of the Caribbean, she can't seem to get it back.
On the ward
Aug. 16th, 2007 09:40 pmamelia-z.livejournal.comPast the various check-in points, past the social room, at the edge of the ward surrounded by rooms that stand empty of inhabitance, there's a room in the back where a blue light falls into the hallway. At this end of the ward, the goings-on of the rest of the floor are barely even audible.
The other patients didn't want to be near her.
They said they were only putting Amelia back here for a "short time", while they "considered their options". She's perfectly okay with this, and knows it's more like waiting until they get their heads out of their asses. The idiots somehow didn't understand the words 'mystical ailment'.
It was funny, for a time, though, to cough close to the other patients. Maybe get a little blood on their sleeve with a nosebleed. 'Get right down in the crevices of people's nerves and just... unlatch.'
Yeah. So that's what she felt like today.
At least she's got some semblance of her own room. It's less embarrassing when she forgets, like the book sitting open on her lap. But something's happened. Braat is coming... with a guest.
The other patients didn't want to be near her.
They said they were only putting Amelia back here for a "short time", while they "considered their options". She's perfectly okay with this, and knows it's more like waiting until they get their heads out of their asses. The idiots somehow didn't understand the words 'mystical ailment'.
It was funny, for a time, though, to cough close to the other patients. Maybe get a little blood on their sleeve with a nosebleed. 'Get right down in the crevices of people's nerves and just... unlatch.'
Yeah. So that's what she felt like today.
At least she's got some semblance of her own room. It's less embarrassing when she forgets, like the book sitting open on her lap. But something's happened. Braat is coming... with a guest.
Outsiders HQ
Jul. 21st, 2007 12:14 amcaleb-z.livejournal.comCaleb already moved all the tables to the side of the room, and slowly poured the powder into a circle. Then comes the other type of powder, tracing a line from the center to the outside. All of it common, simple ingredients of what is, emotional investment aside, a common, simple spell.
Well, all common but the key ingredient, yet to be placed in the center of the circle. That key ingredient is sitting on the table, slowly being unwrapped.
When he’s done, Caleb holds up the blade, and just contemplates it. Contemplates what he’s about to do. Who he’s going to call. And though he hopes for success, he fears it at the same time. One doesn’t forget the feel of their own melting, bubbling skin. One doesn’t forget that putrid smell.
“Seek and ye shall find,” he mutters as he places the sword in the center of the circle.
Well, all common but the key ingredient, yet to be placed in the center of the circle. That key ingredient is sitting on the table, slowly being unwrapped.
When he’s done, Caleb holds up the blade, and just contemplates it. Contemplates what he’s about to do. Who he’s going to call. And though he hopes for success, he fears it at the same time. One doesn’t forget the feel of their own melting, bubbling skin. One doesn’t forget that putrid smell.
“Seek and ye shall find,” he mutters as he places the sword in the center of the circle.
Cleaning up
Jul. 13th, 2007 10:00 amonthecase.livejournal.comIt's not easy.
He's been sober now since the Sibs incident. But that doesn't mean it's easy.
At least this time, he's not doing it alone. The rehab clinic has been helpful, and no one has given him a hard time about being a chimp. No one has made any cracks about banana daiquiris, either, which has been a relief.
The counciling has been very helpful, too. He's come to recognize his self-destructive spiral for what it is, and it's even got him considering eventually giving up smoking.
One vice at a time, though.
He sits in the lounge, reading a Dashiell Hammett book (Dead Yellow Women), and trying to enjoy his Coke without a splash of rum.
He's been sober now since the Sibs incident. But that doesn't mean it's easy.
At least this time, he's not doing it alone. The rehab clinic has been helpful, and no one has given him a hard time about being a chimp. No one has made any cracks about banana daiquiris, either, which has been a relief.
The counciling has been very helpful, too. He's come to recognize his self-destructive spiral for what it is, and it's even got him considering eventually giving up smoking.
One vice at a time, though.
He sits in the lounge, reading a Dashiell Hammett book (Dead Yellow Women), and trying to enjoy his Coke without a splash of rum.
Blood Ties
Jul. 7th, 2007 02:05 pmcaleb-z.livejournal.comThe mental hospital is about an hour south of Maryland along 95. It wouldn’t have taken that long if he had been keeping up with traffic, but Caleb didn’t really feel the need to break the speed limit by quite that much. After all, if he were in a hurry, he would have simply teleported.
But he isn’t, so he didn’t. Besides, it’s a beautiful day. Why not take Alice for a spin?
She was the prettiest thing in the parking lot, after all. And with all the doctors that work here, that’s saying something.
It’s a dreary building, but then, it’s not exactly a beach resort, now is it? The guard checks him over, but he left the Desert Eagle in the car. Metal detector kept going off over his money clip, though. The look on the guard’s face when he saw that many fifties in a roll – it was worth the hassle.
Well, no really it wasn’t, because there isn’t really anything nice or sodding funny about this whole scenario, but it’s Bird. He isn’t going to turn his back on her, no matter what she’s done.
But given how long he’s been waiting on that couch and surrounded by everybody but Amelia, he’s beginning to wonder if she might not feel differently. You’d never know it to look at him, though.
I wonder what Mara's doing this evening.
But he isn’t, so he didn’t. Besides, it’s a beautiful day. Why not take Alice for a spin?
She was the prettiest thing in the parking lot, after all. And with all the doctors that work here, that’s saying something.
It’s a dreary building, but then, it’s not exactly a beach resort, now is it? The guard checks him over, but he left the Desert Eagle in the car. Metal detector kept going off over his money clip, though. The look on the guard’s face when he saw that many fifties in a roll – it was worth the hassle.
Well, no really it wasn’t, because there isn’t really anything nice or sodding funny about this whole scenario, but it’s Bird. He isn’t going to turn his back on her, no matter what she’s done.
But given how long he’s been waiting on that couch and surrounded by everybody but Amelia, he’s beginning to wonder if she might not feel differently. You’d never know it to look at him, though.
I wonder what Mara's doing this evening.
sand-hawkins.livejournal.comThe meeting room had a side table with a buffet lunch and hotbar. Given what was about to go down, Sand felt the least he could do was make sure it didn't go down on an empty stomach.
The past two days had, to be blunt, sucked like a Kirby Generation I. The worst part was accompanying Tara to inform the Strong family that Crystal Strong was altered into a powerful, insane metahuman, while at the same time aged to adulthood.
That didn't go well.
The Dectective Chimp situation, as he understood it, was a bright spot in the darkness, and he hoped things could get settled quickly in that regard.
Mostly, however, although there was business to conduct - the team needed this time together, hopefully to remind everyone that we were, in fact, still a team.
Sand nibbled on a chicken wing while going over his notes.
The past two days had, to be blunt, sucked like a Kirby Generation I. The worst part was accompanying Tara to inform the Strong family that Crystal Strong was altered into a powerful, insane metahuman, while at the same time aged to adulthood.
That didn't go well.
The Dectective Chimp situation, as he understood it, was a bright spot in the darkness, and he hoped things could get settled quickly in that regard.
Mostly, however, although there was business to conduct - the team needed this time together, hopefully to remind everyone that we were, in fact, still a team.
Sand nibbled on a chicken wing while going over his notes.
Outsider's HQ, late night in the gym
Jun. 20th, 2007 02:04 pmhotshot1280.livejournal.comThe base is nearly empty. Tara is around somewhere, Trevor believes, throwing herself head-first into her work, and Sand lives on base, but everyone else is gone. Chimp is probably drinking himself stupid, Caleb's probably already looking into lawyers for Amelia, Travis is God-knows-where, and as Trevor tries to concentrate on the movement and flow of his Tai-Chi routine he tries to avoid the thought that he doubts even God knows where Corrine is.
The movement of his body and his chi falters for a second, but he recovers his center and continues. Most people would probably be surprised to see Trevor "Hotshot" Cole practicing tai-chi, but that's another thought to ignore as he loses himself in the movements. When the last thoughts of the fight, the aftermath, and the emptiness slip away Trevor finally feels his chi move with him. His eyes are closed, but he doesn't need them to know that his powers have also falling in sync with his body's rhythm. Even as he pushes and flows with his chi he can feel the fire moving with him, and loses himself in the flow. The spell Magique cast on him falls away completely for the first time, and Trevor can't help but smile as his body at last reaches harmony.
The movement of his body and his chi falters for a second, but he recovers his center and continues. Most people would probably be surprised to see Trevor "Hotshot" Cole practicing tai-chi, but that's another thought to ignore as he loses himself in the movements. When the last thoughts of the fight, the aftermath, and the emptiness slip away Trevor finally feels his chi move with him. His eyes are closed, but he doesn't need them to know that his powers have also falling in sync with his body's rhythm. Even as he pushes and flows with his chi he can feel the fire moving with him, and loses himself in the flow. The spell Magique cast on him falls away completely for the first time, and Trevor can't help but smile as his body at last reaches harmony.
The tangled web unweaves.
Jun. 11th, 2007 10:44 pmdamage-girl.livejournal.comThe runes are laid out. Everyone is assembled. It's nearing time.
Therese is curled up, barely lucid in a chair but unrestrained. Next to her, Amelia is propped against the wall, not quite standing well herself. They've done something to keep her in a five-foot range of the chair. She's not looking at any of them.
In a corner of the room, Louis has his pet, Crystal, in his lap, as seems to be the usual. He's feeding her almonds piece by piece, and she's giggling. The rest have assemblage of their own, merely waiting for the right thing to happen.
Phillip is near the center of the circle, discussing final mapping with Angela in low tones. He feels the tense and pull of something changing in his enviornment. He lifts his head, smiling. "We have company."
Therese is curled up, barely lucid in a chair but unrestrained. Next to her, Amelia is propped against the wall, not quite standing well herself. They've done something to keep her in a five-foot range of the chair. She's not looking at any of them.
In a corner of the room, Louis has his pet, Crystal, in his lap, as seems to be the usual. He's feeding her almonds piece by piece, and she's giggling. The rest have assemblage of their own, merely waiting for the right thing to happen.
Phillip is near the center of the circle, discussing final mapping with Angela in low tones. He feels the tense and pull of something changing in his enviornment. He lifts his head, smiling. "We have company."
Outsiders HQ
Jun. 9th, 2007 01:47 amcaleb-z.livejournal.comA heavy, hazing feeling is the first thing Caleb registers when he wakes up. It doesn’t take long for him to remember how he came to be on the floor, though mustering the coherence to get back up doesn’t come quite as quickly.
The first thing his mind actively registers is that his magical sense is rather useless just now. The level of ambient magic is heavy and constant; enough to overshadow all other signatures in the area. The effect is perfect in it’s simplicity: He can’t be certain exactly what he would be drawing in, so he can’t siphon without the risk of harming his teammates.
Well, she doesn’t want us dead, or we wouldn’t still be here. She just wanted us out of the way… but why? … Even money says it’s Corrine. Dear God, I hope I’m not too late!
The sound of the amulet hitting the floor is what first draws his attention to its presence, the feeling of it in his hand having somehow failed to register.
The Al Koyet’s amulet. It was obviously left in his hand on purpose, but why? His senses are akin to useless at the moment, so he doesn’t know why Bird left it with him.
Is he meant to release something inside, or safeguard its prison? And even if he knew what her intentions were, should he abide by them?
If it were dangerous, she wouldn’t have effectively disabled my powers before giving it to me. But I can’t be certain she’s the one who gave it to me… He slides it into his pocket, picks up his gun, and heads into the halls.
First priority is to rally.
The first thing his mind actively registers is that his magical sense is rather useless just now. The level of ambient magic is heavy and constant; enough to overshadow all other signatures in the area. The effect is perfect in it’s simplicity: He can’t be certain exactly what he would be drawing in, so he can’t siphon without the risk of harming his teammates.
Well, she doesn’t want us dead, or we wouldn’t still be here. She just wanted us out of the way… but why? … Even money says it’s Corrine. Dear God, I hope I’m not too late!
The sound of the amulet hitting the floor is what first draws his attention to its presence, the feeling of it in his hand having somehow failed to register.
The Al Koyet’s amulet. It was obviously left in his hand on purpose, but why? His senses are akin to useless at the moment, so he doesn’t know why Bird left it with him.
Is he meant to release something inside, or safeguard its prison? And even if he knew what her intentions were, should he abide by them?
If it were dangerous, she wouldn’t have effectively disabled my powers before giving it to me. But I can’t be certain she’s the one who gave it to me… He slides it into his pocket, picks up his gun, and heads into the halls.
First priority is to rally.
Insider Outsider.
Jun. 4th, 2007 06:05 pmamelia-z.livejournal.comAmelia Zukov used to believe in God.
Well, to be fair, she used to believe in a lot of things that she doesn't anymore, but God's approval rating reached the negatives a while ago. After that stupid meeting, it dive-bombed. If God was ever gonna show his face around this damned place (pun intended), then now would've been it. It didn't have to even be God Himself-- just, y'know, a sign. Maybe a talking sock, or strange, cryptic and life-affirming messages coming from the toaster. Something. Anything!
Nope. Nada. Damnit. She chuckles at that and swivels in her lab chair over to laptop C2. Her hands hover over the keyboard and don't do anything for a moment.
They called her a child prodigy. She skipped two grades and it was only two because they said anything more would stunt her "social development". Uh-huh. Right. She knows she would've made Prom Queen and Valedictorian. She would've graduated, gotten emancipated, gotten the hell away from her parents and probably gone to the same college as Caleb. They'd finish out school for whatever while life happened as it always does, and one day they'd oversee some sort of corporation or something together. Screwing their parents as royally as possible was probably somewhere in that plan. Most of all, though, together they'd establish the stability they never had. The world would be on their terms and no one would be able to kick either of them ever again.
There were apparently different plans in the books, though. Maybe there was a day way back when that Amelia Zukov would've heard the words "celestial prophecy" and been more than happy to step aside to let what must be, be. It could be said that the Amelia of that time vanished completely the day she woke up in Metropolis, starring at her brother and an as-yet-unknown Tara Strong. That wouldn't be true, though. That Amelia vanished when she realized what Caleb had made of his life in her absence.
Amelia sighs. Her hands move swift and determined across the keyboard. She's been making the attempt to be completely distracted by work, for hours. Much like this stupid integration software that keeps erroring on startup, there's a whole lot of failure, and success that's random and brief.
Well, to be fair, she used to believe in a lot of things that she doesn't anymore, but God's approval rating reached the negatives a while ago. After that stupid meeting, it dive-bombed. If God was ever gonna show his face around this damned place (pun intended), then now would've been it. It didn't have to even be God Himself-- just, y'know, a sign. Maybe a talking sock, or strange, cryptic and life-affirming messages coming from the toaster. Something. Anything!
Nope. Nada. Damnit. She chuckles at that and swivels in her lab chair over to laptop C2. Her hands hover over the keyboard and don't do anything for a moment.
They called her a child prodigy. She skipped two grades and it was only two because they said anything more would stunt her "social development". Uh-huh. Right. She knows she would've made Prom Queen and Valedictorian. She would've graduated, gotten emancipated, gotten the hell away from her parents and probably gone to the same college as Caleb. They'd finish out school for whatever while life happened as it always does, and one day they'd oversee some sort of corporation or something together. Screwing their parents as royally as possible was probably somewhere in that plan. Most of all, though, together they'd establish the stability they never had. The world would be on their terms and no one would be able to kick either of them ever again.
There were apparently different plans in the books, though. Maybe there was a day way back when that Amelia Zukov would've heard the words "celestial prophecy" and been more than happy to step aside to let what must be, be. It could be said that the Amelia of that time vanished completely the day she woke up in Metropolis, starring at her brother and an as-yet-unknown Tara Strong. That wouldn't be true, though. That Amelia vanished when she realized what Caleb had made of his life in her absence.
Amelia sighs. Her hands move swift and determined across the keyboard. She's been making the attempt to be completely distracted by work, for hours. Much like this stupid integration software that keeps erroring on startup, there's a whole lot of failure, and success that's random and brief.
kingofbrain.livejournal.comBrainwave had the monitor shift preceding the team meeting - Chimp had actually left the complex (sucker's odds that it involved a fifth of something). Tefe was off being one with nature or something to that effect, although they had talked about dinner after the meeting.
Everyone else...well, it's been an interesting few days. Since she moved in.
Hopefully, that was going to be discussed. Because he's not so sure how good of an idea that is.
Twins were still unreachable - said they needed some time on their own to continue to sort out our world. He understood, but if they were going to be a part of everything, now or never, babe.
As he ruminated, the main console pinged.
Apparently there was a prerecorded transition, priority omega.
That means read me now.
Just press play, I guess...
Everyone else...well, it's been an interesting few days. Since she moved in.
Hopefully, that was going to be discussed. Because he's not so sure how good of an idea that is.
Twins were still unreachable - said they needed some time on their own to continue to sort out our world. He understood, but if they were going to be a part of everything, now or never, babe.
As he ruminated, the main console pinged.
Apparently there was a prerecorded transition, priority omega.
That means read me now.
Just press play, I guess...
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An Investigation in Parts
Apr. 29th, 2007 01:18 pmcaleb-z.livejournal.comCasting scrys used to take a little bit of effort to accomplish, but as he stands in Crystal’s room, making the magic perform is almost like second nature. He can all but see the mystical auras in the area, and understands them at a glance.
A few dozen objects in the room meant enough to her to have left some part of herself on, and Caleb tasks the ambient magic to find more of this aura. He can feel the magic working its way through the area, sifting through billions of auras in the blink of an eye.
There are six matches, spread across North America and Northern Europe. But while these decoys are cleverly crafted, the feel of magic trying to be something it’s not is very difficult to notice. The problem is, none of them are real.
He tries again, weaving the magic himself this time, trying to break through whatever veil was hiding the real aura from his sight. Again, he only sees those same six decoys, though this time he examines them. One of the decoy auras is on a discarded Burger King bag. That’s kind of funny.
He lets go of the spell, sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair. She’s obviously under the protection of mages, though it looks as though she packed and left, so we’re probably talking about a runaway. Unless she was lured into a trap. Her sister is a super-hero, after all. No ransom demand as yet, though. He stops speculating when his wandering eyes come across a picture of Crystal, laughing at something. “We’ll see how funny it is when I find you,” he taunts before trying another round of spells. He varies this and tweaks it like that, but still he discovers nothing more. Magic is a dead end. I guess we’re going to have to do this the old fashioned way.
As he says the words, his mind jumps to Corrine’s revelation that her family is missing in action, and for just a second, he hopes to God that the missing mystics and Crystal being under the protection of mystics isn’t related. Mental note, must speak to Corrine about chasing that down. No sense in getting caught with my pants down again.
Half an hour later there is a knock on Trevor’s door.
A few dozen objects in the room meant enough to her to have left some part of herself on, and Caleb tasks the ambient magic to find more of this aura. He can feel the magic working its way through the area, sifting through billions of auras in the blink of an eye.
There are six matches, spread across North America and Northern Europe. But while these decoys are cleverly crafted, the feel of magic trying to be something it’s not is very difficult to notice. The problem is, none of them are real.
He tries again, weaving the magic himself this time, trying to break through whatever veil was hiding the real aura from his sight. Again, he only sees those same six decoys, though this time he examines them. One of the decoy auras is on a discarded Burger King bag. That’s kind of funny.
He lets go of the spell, sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair. She’s obviously under the protection of mages, though it looks as though she packed and left, so we’re probably talking about a runaway. Unless she was lured into a trap. Her sister is a super-hero, after all. No ransom demand as yet, though. He stops speculating when his wandering eyes come across a picture of Crystal, laughing at something. “We’ll see how funny it is when I find you,” he taunts before trying another round of spells. He varies this and tweaks it like that, but still he discovers nothing more. Magic is a dead end. I guess we’re going to have to do this the old fashioned way.
As he says the words, his mind jumps to Corrine’s revelation that her family is missing in action, and for just a second, he hopes to God that the missing mystics and Crystal being under the protection of mystics isn’t related. Mental note, must speak to Corrine about chasing that down. No sense in getting caught with my pants down again.
Half an hour later there is a knock on Trevor’s door.
Taking It to the Masses
Apr. 25th, 2007 06:52 pmjla-extras.livejournal.comThey do this a few times a year. Normal citizens - the unenlightened - in all cities that there is a church dedicated to the wisdom of Brother Blood, and even some which don't, get their doors knocked on -
Well before noon.
Well before noon.
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