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[b]Lost Haven
Present Day
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Marie anxiously circled the Chambers Building, her palms growing sweaty, lightly staining the handle her birch broom. She fought against the high winds, whose force threatened her balance and whose chill burned her exposed arms. All manner of discomfort had taken hold, making her unaware that the armed assailant she had tracked into the building had now emerged from the roof access point and was wandering atop the tower. Marie turned her head to find the man brandishing his weapon and ordering that she land slowly. For a moment, she considered trying to disarm him, but instead chose to comply. She slowly floated down to the roof, taking her broom in one hand and raising the other in a nonthreatening manner. 

[color=olive]“Who the hell are you and whose side are you on?”[/color] he demanded, gun aimed at Marie’s head. She managed a nervous squeak before he interrupted. [color=olive]“We don’t have long before the bomb goes off. If you’re with Pax and value your life, you’re going to tell me how to shut this thing down. If you’re not, well . . . I probably won't shoot you, but I could use a little hocus pocus right about now.”[/color]

“I-I’m White Witch,” Marie managed to say after a brief moment of panic. “ . . . I don’t mean you any harm, I’m here to destroy the bomb as well.” Despite their time constraint, she had taken the liberty of replying to his previous questions so as to ensure her safety. She continued, “I-uh, I might be able to locate it.” Marie could tell that the stranger was becoming annoyed with her which only put more weight on her mentally. She gestured for him to lower his weapon, which he did rather reluctantly. Free from the immediate threat of being shot, she began to pace in place and think.

[i]Invisibility is caused by one of three things: the bending of light, the existence of something in an alternate dimensional plane parallel to Earth’s own, and illusory powers that convince onlookers that whatever is cloaked simply isn’t there.[/i] Marie scoured her internal library, flipping through the many hundred pages of grimoires she had read over the years, thinking back on spells and charms that she had employed, and some of her own creation, in order to devise a plan. With her free hand, she slowly reached into her cloak, maintaining eye contact with her “captor” so as not to arise suspicion,and produced the small black book of incantations she had kept on her person for such occasions. She searched its pages for a way to dispel the bomb’s glamour, hoping that whatever enhancements or enchantments that kept it hidden were of a magical nature. She stopped on a page that held several methods of detecting glamours and illusions, all of which required more materials than what she had on hand. There was a simple incantation that required a pinch of witch’s salt as a reagent, but she had neglected to carry any with her. 

“That’s it!” Marie exclaimed aloud, the stranger giving her a confused look. She remembered a vial of black salt she had seen on a shelf at The Red Devil earlier that day. If it were in that exact location, she should be able to bring it to her. Marie took mental note of the incantation, put away her book, and outstretched her arm, her palm facing upward. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the layout of the room. Within her mind’s eye she could see it clearly, that room on the second floor filled with witchy paraphernalia. There on a shelf in the corner of the room lay the black salt, contained in a circular vial with a tag hanging from the corked lid. In an instant, the bottle vanished from its place in The Red Devil, a thin, white mist and a flash of light ushering it into Marie’s hand atop the Chambers Building. She smiled, having rarely conjured physical items before.

Marie quickly uncorked the lid of the bottle, took a pinch of the salt, and in an otherworldly voice spoke the incantation aloud, whose words tore through the wind and echoed eerily. She tossed the salt into the wind where it crackled and turned to sparks, fanning out and sweeping across the top of the building, willing all that is hidden to be found.