Fic update again - Spark in Darkness # 52
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sparkindarknessOk, I'm clearing my backlog then writing.
Spark in Darkness was left in a good/bad place. I have a horrible feeling that it's going to go pear shaped. I know I don't have a clue where it's going.
Who's betting I'm not going to like it when we arrive?
Ok, on the not good scale this was pretty up there. The shit is definitely knee deep and rising.
And you know what’s so fucking hard? I’ve never seen him so happy. Alright scratch that, I have seen him a lot happier than this, but that was in totally different situations. Never thought I’d see him this happy when he wasn’t sweating. And I’ve got to stop it haven’t I?
Fuck! This goes against everything I believe in! I’m for freedom here! Everyone has the right to do what they want, everyone has the right to be what they want! Fuck the rules, fuck the law, fuck fake morality - we might only have one go at this life and we got to live every minute of it! And so does everyone else...
Fuck.
I can’t leave him like this can I? He’s going to kill someone. No ifs,. buts or maybes, sooner or later someone’s going to die. He’s so happy and so free... and he might kill someone because it amuses him. Or because they irritate him. He rotted someone’s fucking arm off for trying to pick his pocket! He ROTTED SOMEONE’S ARM off! And that was with the wards! All the way over here (and you have no idea how weird it is to walk through the middle of the city stark naked) I had to keep talking him out of magic. Lights were on red? Cause a car accident to block the road. Better than making him wait a few seconds, right? They were only people after all...
Definitely fuck.
He’s just sprawled in the sunlight streaming through the windows now. He hasn't bothered to get dressed. He’s just enjoying the sun. I’ve never seen that before, he usually avoids sunlight and keeps to the shadows. I thought it was a Sorcerer thing.
Ok, I’ve got to get the wards back on him... just give me time, right? Look, I’ll keep him away from everyone but me until then. And I’m no fool - I'm wearing his wards until I get them on him. It‘s kept me safe once, right? How he manages with these damn dangly things on his wrists all the time, I don’t know.
The apartment feels empty though. I sent all the spirits away. Shirt, a shaman without spirits? I’m not even going to try and describe how that feels. Only Ghost’s stayed behind, mainly because after an hour in a place completely empty of spirits I was starting to freak. When did I become the spirit junky?
“Thou dost plan.”
I looked down at the cat. I could almost feel the thing’s smugness.
“Yeah. I guess this is all good for you, right?”
The cat primly washed itself, turning away from me. “Master Darren knows happiness. He recognises his power. He becomes what he was born to be.”
“And the fact that he’s completely out of control doesn’t bother you of course.”
The cat turned and stared at me, those grinning golden eyes staring into min, so fucking smug and... wait... was that a flicker?
“It IS bothering you, isn’t it?”
“What? Impossible! I am a daemon, a lord of the pit! I am the master of powers beyond your ken mortal! I hold knowledge of things so dark thy very soul wouldst scream in anguish to hear!”
“Yeah, but it bothers you, doesn’t it?”
“I see the fulfilment of mine purpose, plans and duty! I hath gained an ally of nigh unprecedented power!”
“But it does bother you, right?”
The cat glares at me. “Curse you, human. Yes, it is troublesome.”
“Gotcha, kitty cat. So what’s bugging you?”
“Too soon. He hath denied his full power, now he wallows in his might. He is not ready. He attracts hostile eyes too easily and he has not the mind to face them.”
“Basically, he’s like someone tripping with a gun? He’s got the power, but he’s way too high to use it right? And the FBI is watching him.”
The cat gave me a disgusted look before nodding, reluctantly.
“So what’re we going to do?”
“I had hopes of you having formed a plot.”
So we’re still screwed, but I got an ally, right?
Definitely screwed.
Spark in Darkness was left in a good/bad place. I have a horrible feeling that it's going to go pear shaped. I know I don't have a clue where it's going.
Who's betting I'm not going to like it when we arrive?
Ok, on the not good scale this was pretty up there. The shit is definitely knee deep and rising.
And you know what’s so fucking hard? I’ve never seen him so happy. Alright scratch that, I have seen him a lot happier than this, but that was in totally different situations. Never thought I’d see him this happy when he wasn’t sweating. And I’ve got to stop it haven’t I?
Fuck! This goes against everything I believe in! I’m for freedom here! Everyone has the right to do what they want, everyone has the right to be what they want! Fuck the rules, fuck the law, fuck fake morality - we might only have one go at this life and we got to live every minute of it! And so does everyone else...
Fuck.
I can’t leave him like this can I? He’s going to kill someone. No ifs,. buts or maybes, sooner or later someone’s going to die. He’s so happy and so free... and he might kill someone because it amuses him. Or because they irritate him. He rotted someone’s fucking arm off for trying to pick his pocket! He ROTTED SOMEONE’S ARM off! And that was with the wards! All the way over here (and you have no idea how weird it is to walk through the middle of the city stark naked) I had to keep talking him out of magic. Lights were on red? Cause a car accident to block the road. Better than making him wait a few seconds, right? They were only people after all...
Definitely fuck.
He’s just sprawled in the sunlight streaming through the windows now. He hasn't bothered to get dressed. He’s just enjoying the sun. I’ve never seen that before, he usually avoids sunlight and keeps to the shadows. I thought it was a Sorcerer thing.
Ok, I’ve got to get the wards back on him... just give me time, right? Look, I’ll keep him away from everyone but me until then. And I’m no fool - I'm wearing his wards until I get them on him. It‘s kept me safe once, right? How he manages with these damn dangly things on his wrists all the time, I don’t know.
The apartment feels empty though. I sent all the spirits away. Shirt, a shaman without spirits? I’m not even going to try and describe how that feels. Only Ghost’s stayed behind, mainly because after an hour in a place completely empty of spirits I was starting to freak. When did I become the spirit junky?
“Thou dost plan.”
I looked down at the cat. I could almost feel the thing’s smugness.
“Yeah. I guess this is all good for you, right?”
The cat primly washed itself, turning away from me. “Master Darren knows happiness. He recognises his power. He becomes what he was born to be.”
“And the fact that he’s completely out of control doesn’t bother you of course.”
The cat turned and stared at me, those grinning golden eyes staring into min, so fucking smug and... wait... was that a flicker?
“It IS bothering you, isn’t it?”
“What? Impossible! I am a daemon, a lord of the pit! I am the master of powers beyond your ken mortal! I hold knowledge of things so dark thy very soul wouldst scream in anguish to hear!”
“Yeah, but it bothers you, doesn’t it?”
“I see the fulfilment of mine purpose, plans and duty! I hath gained an ally of nigh unprecedented power!”
“But it does bother you, right?”
The cat glares at me. “Curse you, human. Yes, it is troublesome.”
“Gotcha, kitty cat. So what’s bugging you?”
“Too soon. He hath denied his full power, now he wallows in his might. He is not ready. He attracts hostile eyes too easily and he has not the mind to face them.”
“Basically, he’s like someone tripping with a gun? He’s got the power, but he’s way too high to use it right? And the FBI is watching him.”
The cat gave me a disgusted look before nodding, reluctantly.
“So what’re we going to do?”
“I had hopes of you having formed a plot.”
So we’re still screwed, but I got an ally, right?
Definitely screwed.
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Date: 2004-05-24 11:05 am (UTC)Darren's probably more Nephandus at the mo - I mean, all Nephandus are at least a LITTLE insane, right? Going Billy Boy isn't the sanest thing to do in the world. But not all are necessarily marauder...
Kinda like the Technocracy, just about anyone of any decent rank is in pretty deep Clarity... the rest just skating the edge.
Either way, Darren's a little dangerous at the minute...