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sparkindarknessI'm going to fix the last fic now, but I had to levae this on a suitable cliffhanger first. :)
This could end rather unpleasantly. I'm not even sure how it will end, but I do know the shape of it is putting a fizz in my blood.
I have the knife, not I just need to work out what to do with it.
“Ghost?”
Yes... wow, that‘s some extreme cutlery.
“Yeah, great for some of the more extreme cheeses. Where’s the cat?”
Keeping his distance and preserving his ignorance. Familiar bond’s a nasty thing, there’s a limit to how much Ahrimadan can work against your boy toy.
Great. I grabbed my cell phone and rang round the gang, asked for a meet up in our coffee shop. I needed ideas and they were the best chance I had. One of them’s got to have a clue. Conference calling on a hands free cell means I could explain the situation and even get through the ‘oh shit, you’re kidding’ questions before I even got to the shop. And who says the gadgets I have are useless expensive crap?
The coffee shop was fairly deserted when we arrived, but it doesn’t usually get full except weekends and late nights, students mainly. Midweek it wouldn’t be worth opening if it weren't for us magic folks taking the place over (don’t tell, but I got me a share in the place which generally ensures decent opening times). Everyone filed in soon after, they’re good friends, you have to give them that. How many people would you face down a sorcerer for?
They all looked pretty grim. There expressions didn’t lighten any when I put the knife down on the table. Really can’t blame them, the thing looks fucking evil.
“So, we can use this knife to bring your boy back on the level?” Mia stared at the blade as if it were a poisonous snake.
Eric leaned close, being very careful not to touch it, “we are just restoring wards that already exits? That’s easier, but, much as I hate to say it, we could use Marcus’ help.” Fuck, I’d hate to ask favours of that bastards. But who knows more about dark magic than him in the city?
“No. Marcus is in the hospital. I don't known what’s wrong with him but he's been there for a couple of days.” Two days. I avoided Misha’s eyes. Ever since Darren was free of the wards. Shit.
“Fuck, I’m setting up a cloak. I don’t want him frying us from half way across the city. Anyone got any protections?” Misha pulled out a small, sharp drum and began tapping out a soft, almost humming, beat. Magic rode the sound, I could almost feel a cloak fall around us, something to keep us hidden.
I took off Darren’s wards and put them on the table. Eric whistled softly under his breath. “These things are good. Very good. With the power in them... maybe I can... ah, yes!” He drew a quick circle of runes in chalk around the wards. I don’t know what they said but Eric knows his stuff. I hope.
“Ok. I’m thinking anything to do with light, good, purity, restoration, protection from bad vibes - you know the stuff. Any clue?” Someone has to.
“Well, I brought some handy stones along. Here, a rune of protection against negative energy.” Eric plucked a carved wooden rune from his bag. He was always so prepared, sickening really. He put the rune on top of the dagger.
Suddenly, everyone gasped, swore or screamed, me included. The rune glowed white hot and flared into flame. Only Misha’s up ending her coffee over it put the flames out.
“He‘s... he‘s very powerful. We should have known, he is Camaalis” she gasped, breathing just a little heavy. Good in a crisis? Yup, full marks. Useful now, especially since everyone‘s looking awful nervous, I think most of us were trying to forget what we were up against. “We have to work together.”
******************************** Darren **************************
I wonder why I never really liked food before. It’s wonderful stuff. Shame Rick’s not around, all sorts of new and interesting ideas have come to me after investigating the fridge. Ah, well, I can wait. For a little while anyway. I really should get down to some business. I have claimed this territory mine, and I need to defend it, not just sink into rampant hedonism. Hedonism is merely a side task. I wondered vaguely how many cemeteries there were in the city, not so many as in some European cities, but that’s mainly age. A city this huge must have thousands of dead lurking around. Yes, that would be a good start, a small army of zombies. They’re easy to recruit, replace and expand numbers too - anyone can be converted into one with minimal effort, after all. Ok, zombies, zombies... I started to send my Necromancy out through the city.
My tattoos flared. I collapsed to the floor at the sudden agonising pain. It burned! My power screamed and was driven back, I felt the darkness, my beautiful, wonderful, liberating darkness - draw back from my mind. My lips skinned back from my teeth in a silent snarl. I lashed out with my power, furious. The wards fell back, broken again, forced open. I staggered slowly to my feet, eyes staring out over the city.
Someone dared to interfere? Someone challenged me! I drew my power to it’s height, reaching out over the city to find the interloper. By all the gods, they will rue the day they thought to contend with the Camaalis Lord of the Dark!
This could end rather unpleasantly. I'm not even sure how it will end, but I do know the shape of it is putting a fizz in my blood.
I have the knife, not I just need to work out what to do with it.
“Ghost?”
Yes... wow, that‘s some extreme cutlery.
“Yeah, great for some of the more extreme cheeses. Where’s the cat?”
Keeping his distance and preserving his ignorance. Familiar bond’s a nasty thing, there’s a limit to how much Ahrimadan can work against your boy toy.
Great. I grabbed my cell phone and rang round the gang, asked for a meet up in our coffee shop. I needed ideas and they were the best chance I had. One of them’s got to have a clue. Conference calling on a hands free cell means I could explain the situation and even get through the ‘oh shit, you’re kidding’ questions before I even got to the shop. And who says the gadgets I have are useless expensive crap?
The coffee shop was fairly deserted when we arrived, but it doesn’t usually get full except weekends and late nights, students mainly. Midweek it wouldn’t be worth opening if it weren't for us magic folks taking the place over (don’t tell, but I got me a share in the place which generally ensures decent opening times). Everyone filed in soon after, they’re good friends, you have to give them that. How many people would you face down a sorcerer for?
They all looked pretty grim. There expressions didn’t lighten any when I put the knife down on the table. Really can’t blame them, the thing looks fucking evil.
“So, we can use this knife to bring your boy back on the level?” Mia stared at the blade as if it were a poisonous snake.
Eric leaned close, being very careful not to touch it, “we are just restoring wards that already exits? That’s easier, but, much as I hate to say it, we could use Marcus’ help.” Fuck, I’d hate to ask favours of that bastards. But who knows more about dark magic than him in the city?
“No. Marcus is in the hospital. I don't known what’s wrong with him but he's been there for a couple of days.” Two days. I avoided Misha’s eyes. Ever since Darren was free of the wards. Shit.
“Fuck, I’m setting up a cloak. I don’t want him frying us from half way across the city. Anyone got any protections?” Misha pulled out a small, sharp drum and began tapping out a soft, almost humming, beat. Magic rode the sound, I could almost feel a cloak fall around us, something to keep us hidden.
I took off Darren’s wards and put them on the table. Eric whistled softly under his breath. “These things are good. Very good. With the power in them... maybe I can... ah, yes!” He drew a quick circle of runes in chalk around the wards. I don’t know what they said but Eric knows his stuff. I hope.
“Ok. I’m thinking anything to do with light, good, purity, restoration, protection from bad vibes - you know the stuff. Any clue?” Someone has to.
“Well, I brought some handy stones along. Here, a rune of protection against negative energy.” Eric plucked a carved wooden rune from his bag. He was always so prepared, sickening really. He put the rune on top of the dagger.
Suddenly, everyone gasped, swore or screamed, me included. The rune glowed white hot and flared into flame. Only Misha’s up ending her coffee over it put the flames out.
“He‘s... he‘s very powerful. We should have known, he is Camaalis” she gasped, breathing just a little heavy. Good in a crisis? Yup, full marks. Useful now, especially since everyone‘s looking awful nervous, I think most of us were trying to forget what we were up against. “We have to work together.”
******************************** Darren **************************
I wonder why I never really liked food before. It’s wonderful stuff. Shame Rick’s not around, all sorts of new and interesting ideas have come to me after investigating the fridge. Ah, well, I can wait. For a little while anyway. I really should get down to some business. I have claimed this territory mine, and I need to defend it, not just sink into rampant hedonism. Hedonism is merely a side task. I wondered vaguely how many cemeteries there were in the city, not so many as in some European cities, but that’s mainly age. A city this huge must have thousands of dead lurking around. Yes, that would be a good start, a small army of zombies. They’re easy to recruit, replace and expand numbers too - anyone can be converted into one with minimal effort, after all. Ok, zombies, zombies... I started to send my Necromancy out through the city.
My tattoos flared. I collapsed to the floor at the sudden agonising pain. It burned! My power screamed and was driven back, I felt the darkness, my beautiful, wonderful, liberating darkness - draw back from my mind. My lips skinned back from my teeth in a silent snarl. I lashed out with my power, furious. The wards fell back, broken again, forced open. I staggered slowly to my feet, eyes staring out over the city.
Someone dared to interfere? Someone challenged me! I drew my power to it’s height, reaching out over the city to find the interloper. By all the gods, they will rue the day they thought to contend with the Camaalis Lord of the Dark!
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Date: 2004-07-08 04:32 am (UTC)OO! maybe I can play *throws in a test minotaur*
*grimaces* ok.. well least we can have a BBQ.
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Date: 2004-07-09 11:52 am (UTC)