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Location: Camp Lava Lake Campground Skills: N/A Outfit: Outfit
Leaving his conversation with Em, Aster considered their ideas. A contest was an easy thing to rally around and once in motion, the children could basically handle themselves until the goal was completed. Aster may even be able to start it off and foist it off onto Em if they were doing it together. If he timed it right, maybe he could even set it up and slip away from the chaos to enjoy a moment of sunbathing. It was perfect. It would just need a little elbow grease to make it happen.
Aster made his way back to the lake. The golden retriever had dragged everything out of the boat shed, but Aster hadn’t had a moment to walk behind him and see what the shed was like. He popped his head in and wrinkled his nose at the smell of dust and mildew and rot and promptly decided that was another person’s problem. It was a breakout waiting to happen and he wasn’t going to invite that on himself.
After sighed and plopped down by the water’s edge. He’d cleaned, he’d offered advice and wisdom, he’d organized and planned - he was not meant for this sort of work. He was used to sitting and laying and enjoying himself however he pleased, with just enough effort put into school that he still looked like a proper student. He was tired of being told to labor like the common man - he was beyond such trivial nonsense as a summer camp. Aster felt like crying, tears welling up at the frustration of being trapped here because some idiotic, moronic, stupid, pig-headed talentless swine couldn’t handle the repercussions of their own failure. Why he was being punished when it was their fault they pushed him to slash those tires and smash in the windshield of that car, Aster had no idea.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the lake as a ripple caused the water to slosh against the shore. The tears glimmering in the corner of his eyes brought a new light to them, distress bringing a pretty flush to his cheeks, and all thoughts of work and frustration disappeared as Aster stared, entranced by his own image.
Nicholas let out a sigh of relief as Connie and Barty bustled in like a whirlwind, immediately taking over the injury with Cassie. He was equally relieved when Callaghan didn’t bear teeth at them; a possessive dragon strung out with worry and guilt would only add to the problem. He glanced back at the open door, expecting another face to come bumbling through, but Jake never showed and a brief pulse of concern ran through him. A severed head, a severed hand - all things that would be concerning normally but all of them were recently connected to this specific group and frankly, Nicholas didn’t believe in coincidences. One more something and Nicholas would know there was someone targeting them and he would be dragging Barty out, kicking and screaming if he must. A twinge of guilt had him frowning at himself, but instead he focused on what new insanity Callaghan protested.
“I do not doubt your power, but even you should not be alone with that after your reaction this eve past. It drank of her - who knows what power it or the entity it contains now wields.” Nicholas protested, all but scowling at the idea of any of these people escaping the protection of his magic. If Callaghan was correct and something was hunting them… “If you insist on handling this alone then I would demand my services be paid for in a favor equivalent to the worth of the lives you ask me guard. My magicks may be potent but the demands on my magical stores will be significant and should I need come to your aid, I will need that token to restore my reserves.”
Nicholas couldn’t agree more as Willow exclaimed that they should burn the book. “I have said this from the beginning and will kindly keep my gloating until after all parties have been restored to moderate health, but I believe it would be best we revisit the necessity of this mystery with the Professor with our recent amputee on full display. I have no doubt the state of his beloved sitting room and our poor companion will prompt him to reevaluate the subject on which we toil.” Nicholas turned to his brother with a frown. “Nach robh Seumas còmhla riut cuideachd no an do dh’fhàg thu e a’ strì leis fhèin? Tha na snàithleanan a tha air an snìomh seo gam fhàgail a’ smaoineachadh gur e droch cho-dhùnadh a th’ ann a bhith aonaranach do dhuine sam bith.”
“Was Jake not with you as well or did you leave him fumbling around by himself? The thread so spun have me think isolation a poor decision for anyone.”
Into the Unknow
Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Annika
“And here is the shadowling. Though your rations have escaped.” Dysphoria kindly pointed out, a tendril pointing towards the cottage. “If the woodling would like to leave instead of explore, we have means to find our way home. Pull on the magic and it will guide you back to the school, so says the human with the lightning eyes. Darling, do we think she would let us eat us when she no longer wants them? We would very much like to taste them.” Dysphoria’s tongue darted out once more, twining around to stare for a long moment at the fountain.
A few leaves drifted down from the trees above but otherwise, the space was quiet, soft, unassuming.
The light in the room flickered, the candles dimming for a moment before jumping to full brightness once more. Something tugged at Jake’s magic, sharp and demanding, and his magic welled up in response. It was too much, too quickly - a balloon filling without end.
A Trip through Magic
Willow, Nicky, Callaghan, Cassiopeia
Nicholas hadn’t known what to expect when Cassie had been handed the book. He was still distracted by the words, trusting the shifter to keep things in order with whatever Cassie experienced.
He’d meant to offer Willow a response. He’d paused to consider it; to ensure it wasn’t sarcastic or rude out of habit, but the magic in the room was strange. It ebbed and flowed in a sickening contrast and Nicholas rested his forehead on the wall as his vision swam in front of him. He’d never felt nausea so strongly and he stumbled for half a second, tripping over his own foot he assumed as he didn’t see anything else in his way, when a loud thunk hammered where is head had been but a millisecond ago. He froze as he saw his own reflection in Cassie’s magic, a five or six foot shard buried in the chalkboard. If Nicholas hadn’t stumbled, he was certain he’d be dead.
Nicholas looked up as Cal gave his warnings, the injury on his face and the draconic shift to eyes certainly something they would need to explore later, but now was for more pressing problems. The room was a mess, furniture, books, and plants torn to shreds and Cassie on the ground with a quickly staining jacket wrapped around what Nicholas presumed was an injury. Willow stood with an injury of her own and he quickly followed Cal’s lead, tearing his waistcoat off and gently pressing around the edges of the magic piercing the moth to help stem the flow.
“A bhràthair, feumaidh sinn neach-slànachaidh ann an seòmar-suidhe Mikkail a-nis!” Nicholas snapped, forgetting to keep the thought inside his own head as he sent it to Barty. “Hunted? Hunted? What in the nine realms hunts a dragon, a moth, and two witches?!” Nicholas demanded, fighting every urge to sprint out of the door, snag his brother, and never turn back. He swore softly under his breath.
“Keep the pressure on until my brother brings help.” He directed Willow, stepping back once he put her hands in place, and shuffled through his spell component pouch. Powdered mugwort, chicory leaves, stinging nettle oil, and chopped rosemary - he plucked them out with practiced ease, piled into his palm, and murmured softly into them before scattering them into the air, his magic consuming them and a thin blue sheen spiraled out from him and settled across the four of them.
Into the Unknow
Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Annika
Her footsteps made no noise as she ran. Her heart did not pound in her ears, despite the burn of exertion in her legs and lungs. Her breaths, short and wild, did not echo here.
Annika was alone.
Lost.
Forgotten.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
The ground shifted beneath her feet, buckling upwards, as sound and color and light rushed back to greet her. The soft brown soil erupted upwards in a torrent all around as massive redwoods burst up around her and shed soil from their leaves. An ancient forest appeared in minutes as the earth trembled and groaned, winding paths settling where the trees did not emerge, and the faint scent of a rustic stew drifted through the small clearing that had formed. Soft, luscious grass and wild flowers reached towards the sunlight as the chill of nothingness faded away and in the far distance, a fountain babbled with vines growing up over the ancient stone work to dip its tendrils in the clear, cool water.
The scent of stew and smoke drifted across the clearing from the other side across from the fountain - a homely Japanese cottage raised a few feet off the ground with a nure-en with spots of missing floorboard sat delicately framed by japanese red pines and a single stone lantern unlit out front, struggling to be seen amidst the overgrown grass and weeds.
The air shivered with magic. Weariness settled in at the edge of Jake and Barty’s minds, one the consequence of a close connection and the other of simple proximity. Connie felt the pull, the drain, the weariness, but it did not settle in and left her unaffected.
The statue’s glyphs pulsed once and fell silent again.
A Trip through Magic
Willow, Nicky, Callaghan, Cassiopeia
It took Nicholas more than a few moments to collect himself at the gir- Cassie’s greeting, but he steeled himself and offered a polite smile. Barely more than a tilt at the corner of his lips but something nonetheless. Baby steps, baby steps. “Well enough. I trust rest found you easily as well.” Nicholas offered in response to Cassie as she settled into her spot. He offered Callaghan and Willow a soft greeting as well, before taking a moment to consider the question. “I saw naught but a shifting in the magics beneath the pages. Callaghan’s magical reserves runner deeper than mine, so I requested his aid in evaluating the oddity. His skill revealed eyes, 7 pairs drifting beneath the words, and an empathetic exchange before vanishing. Something hides within the book or claims an access point into our world through it. A dragon could see it and a diviner could hear it so could chaos speak with it?” Nicholas explained their experience and thought process, resuming his pacing.
“And then there is still the matter of this.” Nicholas tapped on the chalkboard. “A message seemingly left behind for no purpose; played out beneath the veneer of frivolous senility, with no way to translate such words. I find it hard to believe someone as sharp as the Professor would not offer a way to move forward.” Nicholas stilled as he regarded the writing, hit foot tapping as he did.
“I am loath to ask; however, would divining an answer to this message aid us or simply confuse us further?” Nicholas clicked his tongue irritably. “It is frustrating to claim so many pieces with no concept of what the puzzle looks like.”
Into the Unknow
Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Annika
Dysphoria’s head drifted back and forth, bumping gently against Finley’s head as they struggled to wake. They’d been so comfortable curled around their Darling in the little cocoon they’d made and now the world was so cruel as to drag them from their blissful slumber. Tendrils pet the center of Finley’s palm even as another wove itself languidly between their fingers. “If the Franklin human fell to the predator, then the Franklin human was doomed from the start and is now in the belly of a predator.” Dysphoria yawned wide, rows of teeth on full display. “Or, he is the most sensible one and we should not disturb his slumber. We too vote to return to bed; Darling did not get enough cuddling.”
Sariel frowned at the exchange, tilting her head for a moment as the lightning in her eyes dimmed for a few heartbeats and brightened again along with her excitement. “No, don’t fret. Franklin is feeling unwell after his late night yesterday! The poor boy was coughing up a storm when I poked my nose into his lab; poor thing accidentally set fire to half of it and needed a day to recover. Smoke in the lungs is never a great thing, especially when dealing with that material.” Sariel reassured them, waving away their concerns. “Do your first run and then go check on him; I’m sure he’d care for the company later this evening when the meds wear off.”
Lightning crackled to life between her hands, thunder shaking the room as she shaped into runes and glyphs that settled into the floor and burned the stone in the same shapes already present. The arch began to glow and rumble and air whooshed past them as an inky blackness spread in the gate, the faintest flickerings of light like stars playing out across the surface. The doorway rippled like water and Sariel’s magic quieted.
“Oye, oye, oye - keep t’at goo stuff ta yourself! I just ‘ad ta make sure somet’in’ wasn’t loose in t’at big ole brain o’ yours!” Danni laughed, letting Dorian go as Percy stirred. “Spicy you’re back! We love t’at, we love t’at! And yeeees, I’mma break inta t’at place too! I ‘ave soooo many questions, really ‘bout t’aat mustache tbh. Like, t’e most important one: why? And t’e second one: why so dry? And like, I can’t ask you ‘cause you ‘ave not made t’is poor decision yet so I gotta snoop. But pls get your boyf under control ‘cause like, he’s tots t’reatening ta slime people and t’at feels like a your wheel’ouse kinda t’in’!”
Danni agreed wholeheartedly with Leah as she demanded people not worry. “Well, t’at sounds like a whole job for me! I ain’t got enough up ‘ere ta worry for long!” Danni rapped his knuckles against his head, laughing as Amelie tried to snap at his fingers. He caught her face in his hands and gave her kisses all over her face, much to her protest. “And someone’s feelin’ a little bored anyways so activities will be good! Can’t ‘ave a spicy dragon, right? So, Rillie you’re comin’ wit’ meeeee.” He sang, snatching her by the arm and skipping away from the feels fest around Dorian and Percy. He paused at Vicky’s suggestions and peered at her for a very long moment, the wheels of his brain working harder than they had in a long time.
“Pemmianan? Are you makin’ up words? Or is t’at like a sups fancy version of Parmesan cheese? Oooh, I want cheese now too. T’at sounds real good! Oh! Dee, Rillie, we gotta see if we can get Pa ta make us a little fridge in t’e rooms so we can use t’e bags and just ‘ave whatever we want!” Danni gasped and threw his arms around Vicky excitedly, hugging her tightly. “OMG! You’re right! We don’t even ‘afta prep food! We can just like… put whateves we want in t’e bags and ‘ave a fridge at ‘ome and duuuuuh. Omg, see t’is is why Vicky’s so smart! We got t'is in t'e bag!! Hehe, get it bag? 'cause it's our bags?" Danni giggled before pressing a kiss to Vicky's cheek before letting her go. “I’d offer ta ‘elp ya in t’e library ‘cause ya ‘elped us so much, but uh… books and dragon and me aren’t book friendly so like, t’ink of somet’in’ else I can ‘elp ya wit’ and I will!” Danni bounced away excited that they had one less thing to think about and dragged April over to Millie.
“Okaaaay, we’re gunna add one Mill-illi-illie-pede to our group as well ‘cause t’is is your first time ‘ere so we can show ya every’in’! And one buggie boi owes me a ‘an’out ‘cause ‘e keeps dodgin’ me so we’ll snag ‘im…” Danni perked up at being addressed and nodded eagerly at Chase. “Weeeeeeeeell. T’ere’s kinda a danger of teeth marks or like… singed ‘air. Just kinda a general, overall part of ‘an’in’out wit’ me but he will be showered in affection and friendship and fun!” Danni snatched up Ben, spun him around, and dropped him with Millie and April.
Aster had no issue following Emily as she went to change, sighing at the description of the water. “Cold is fine, I suppose - It's far better for the skin than hot water, but I'd prefer the lake water to be at least somewhat warm.” Aster heaved another sigh. “Still, nevertheless, you should consider yourself lucky Dobbs didn't decide to lurking near the lake and catch you slacking off or the strange stories didn't snag your foot and drag you under.”
“Bye dear.” Em waved Marco off, smiling. “We’re pretty high up and I think most of the lake is snowmelt. I doubt it is ever warm.” Especially since right now it is nearly the height of Summer. It was unlikely, though she supposed not impossible. “As for Dobbs, the most he could really do is tell me to get back to work, which I will. Soon. I’ll get the trails all cleared up before the kids get here. If he had more specific things for us to do I’d probably be more worried. But he gave us such general stuff.” Emily shrugs. “What do you plan to do the rest of the day?” It had gotten hot enough that Emily didn’t want to keep working on the trails. That was absolutely an early morning task.
“Blah, snowmelt.” Aster waved the thought away. “Well, I don't particularly want to stand outside baking in the sun any longer. There is still plenty to clean around camp, so I may start working inside all the main building rooms or maybe work a little on an actual activity schedule now that I know what we have for our future campers. Zeke seemed to be interested in helping with my things, but he was more focused on talking about relationships. One would think he'd have settled down now that he got his cat, but still so focused on it.”
Emily snorted at Aster’s judgement about Zeke. She didn’t know Zeke very well except for the time in the kitchen. He seemed pretty level headed for the most part... except where it came to Demi.
“Well if you want some help cleaning I can do that with you for a bit. I can also let you know what sort of activities I have planned for the trails. I don’t know what all is available otherwise though. But I definitely want to do some scavenger hunts and nature hikes.”
“So long as you don't abandon me without finishing your section, your company is well appreciated. The cat basically left me to finish the cabin halfway through the plan.” Aster grumbled. “Perhaps we can make them related somehow; your activity feeds into mine or vice versa. A whole experience, no matter what you're doing.” Aster tapped his chin thoughtfully as he considered their options.
“However we go about it, perhaps we ensure the others plan their things with each other's activities in mind - beyond simple times of course. Some overarching theme or lesson that we can all feed into.”
“Don’t worry I won’t abandon you. Hmm, I was definitely planning for it to be educational. I think everyone should know hiking safety, and what is safe and not safe. Obviously, I’ll try to make it fun. I know the age range is pretty big for the campers we’re supposed to get. From first graders up to high school. What are you planning? I’m sure I can make something work with it.”
Aster let out a soft hum. “Beyond the obvious of what we have, I've put no thought into it. We have canoes, we have fishing rods, we have some functional safety vests - everything as straight forward as can be.” Aster considered it. “I assume we'll separate them by age range? I do not want to deal with the small ones. The older ones may be bearable, bit children? Disgusting.”
Em laughed. “You very likely will also have to deal with the little ones. They might even not know how to swim. So you’ll have to set up swimming lessons. Aster, do you know how to swim?”
Aster gagged at the thought of having to teach. A dozen little gremlins spitting and coughing and sneezing and screaming and crying and having fun? Aster was tempted to be taken to jail. “Yes, I quite enjoy swimming, thank you. It's my favorite form of exercise. What I dislike are creatures. Can we not give the retriever all the children? He seems like a child favorite.”
Emily laughed again. Aster’s discomfort in this situation was hilarious to her. “Oh my goodness you’re going to suffer all summer. I mean you can see if he can swim and if he can teach it to the little ones. But if you’re in charge of the water activities you’ll be in charge of their safety and stuff.”
“Why do you mock my suffering, Emily? This is a punishment worse than hell itself.” Aster moans, leaning dramatically against the nearest surface. “Have we considered letting the children find their own way? Teach them all things must be earned, not given? Why are we pampering them by considering safety? Activities? If they have the talent, then they will succeed and if not, then they are lost to the lake.”
“I’m laughing because you’re just so dramatic.” Emily shakes her head. “Alright, let’s go ahead and leave the kids to their devices. What happens if a kid who doesn’t know how to swim is out on a boat and falls into the lake in the middle?”
“Sink or swim. What better learning environment than nature and all its threats?” Aster sighed again, hand pressed against his forehead. “Still, I suppose we must try to some degree lest we be dragged away to jail. I doubt our captives would take the responsibility of a child's death when us scapegoats are so easily offered. I suppose I will suffer through interactions with the gremlins.”
“Exactly. Sink means death to children. So let’s not murder any children. We can see if Demi is willing to help at least get them started so you don’t have to do the basics.” Em considered. “I’m not sure how to integrate my hike plans with your water plans. Are you doing educational stuff on the water?” Emily doubts it, but she might as well ask.
“You think Demi would handle children well? Well, I guess it doesn’t matter as long as I'm not dealing with it.” Aster waved away his own concerns, shoving himself back into a standing position. “But no, I did not. I was going to just let them tire themselves out - I suppose I could make it educational but how long are they here? How in the world are we supposed to teach about water for anything longer than a few days. Also, we would need time frames to figure out lessons, ugh. I have no idea how long we’ll even be supervising these things. An hour? Twelve minutes? Ideally, 90 seconds or less but that seems unlikely.”
“The program is all summer but we will rotate kids every week. So each group will be here for a week. As long as you come up with stuff for a week you'll be fine. Though you should have it in skill categories. You can't have your older kids doing the same thing as the littlest. They'll never stand for it. Maybe four different things planned for the age groups.”
“I suppose that's achievable. It'll have to be something physical however; I do not know anything about what lives in the water. I suppose races and contests and games will have to do instead.” Aster considered the thought. “Contests are easy to scale; I'll have to have Dobbs get prizes. Maybe we can have contests with each of us and you win a shiny trophy for having won the most. Children enjoy trophies.”
“Most things that live in water are fish. I’m not an expert on that, so I’m not going to tell you things I don’t for sure are true. Plants are more my thing. A contest would be good. Kids like competitions. You could do a tournament.” She thought that could be a good idea. Kids did like prizes. Aster wasn’t wrong. So good for him on coming up with an idea she thought would actually work.
Beanie and Sugar Cubes visions nearly swept Danni off his feet. They were amazing and wonderful and a little spooky, but everyone looked so cool. “Omg, omg, omg! Did ya all see me?! Amelie, baby, we were flyin’ target’er and every’in’!” Danni babbled the moment the vision was over, sweeping his dragon off of Ben’s head and spun around. The dragon let out chittering laughter and flapped her wings like she was flying. “And Rillie was on t’e moon so I t’ink we’re goin’ ta t’e moon and t’ere was Beanie and t’en like grown up, super cool Beanie so she’s gunna get some muscles so I t’ink Leah must be gettin’ Beanie ta do weights and t’en she’s gettin’ sups cool wit’ ‘er sword, and t’en Spicy’s gettin’ a reaaaaaaally uncomfy chair for ‘is b-day ‘pparently ‘less ‘e really like stone chairs. Didn’t t’ink ‘bout t’at but it looked like ‘is jam wit’ a book and every’in’. Dee is gunna get real good wit’ jugglin’. Chase is real cool and summonin’ an army like t’ose but t’en I t’ink someone steals t’em ‘cause t’en we’re all fightin’ t’em, ‘im included so I’m super confused on t’at one. I also feel like someone needs ta check out Beanie ‘cause Idk if peeps are supposed ta ‘ave bloody stuff over t’eir ‘eads, Andy’s gettin’ a dope t’in’ pulled by ‘orses ya know? I want ta ‘ave a ride on t’at one day. Leah’s gettin’ really inta self love which is great ‘cause she was ooooone insecure person t’is year and we love a emotion glow up. Vicky is lookin’ good in t’at skin - def usin’ my skin care tips and if I ain’t gettin’ an invite ta whatever trip she’s goin’ on, friendship cancelled.And Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen, why didn’t ya tell me ya knew ‘ow ta ride a ‘orse?! I wanna ride a ‘oooorse!” Danni whined after he finished recapping the vision to Amelie, who was protesting the lack of spinning and flying. He laughed and gave her a few more spins before settling her on his shoulders.
“‘iiiiiii Sugar Cube! See, t’is is ‘ow I know you still love me! I was def t’e coolest person in t’at vision and t’at’s ‘ow ya know I’m t’e biggest one in ‘is brain!” dAnni blew Carlos a kiss and then gasped at Chase’s suggestion. “OMG, yeeeeeees. Pocket soup! Like pocket sand, but chewier! OMg, LEah can we do pocket soup?! T’at sounds so fun! I wanna carry soup in my pocket! Well, maybe not my pocket in case I go all fiery. Maybe someone else’s pocket. OMG, Dee best trick! Pocket soup prank! We just put pocket soup in everyone’s pockets! Like could you imagine suddenly havin’ soup in your pocket? Rillie can shoot water in t’e pocket, I can shoot a little fire, it’ll be great!” Danni turned to see why his suggestion hadn’t yet been hailed as the next Kingston-Grey genuins when he gasped at Percy on the ground. He bolted, stumbling as he hit his knees next to Peryc, draping himself over Dorian.
“Wait, did ya say, you’re Poisson-Pas, but like t’e munchkin verson? OMG, we gotta talk like, can we style t’e mustache any ot’er way. I felt like our fashion ‘an’out shoulda told ya t’at. And like, can we please talk ‘bout t’e… actually, t’e bombs kinda make even more sense knowin’ t’ey’re your exercises.” Danni gasped again and shook Dorian violently. “DID HE SAY YOU’RE T’E ONE WHO TOOK T’E QUICK WAY DOWN FROM A TALL BUILDIN’?! DEE, YOU CAN LIT FLY! WHY IN T’E WORLD DID YA DO T’AT? RILLIE, WE NEED WATER FOR BOT’ T’ESE DUMDUMS STAT! DEE NEEDS T’E SQUIRT BOTTLE IN CASE ‘E GOES NEAR ANY TALL BUILDINGS AND SPICY NEEDS LIKE A BUCKET OF IT TA WAKE UP!”
Franklin had gotten a few vials of Rohan’s ‘blood’ after everyone else had finally left. The ichor that was produced was labeled and stored where it needed to be as he bid Rohan farewell and began his work in earnest. Everything took time, tests took time, so running more than one was mostly to keep him both occupied and efficient. Beyond that, one of the tests was on a cadaver; there wasn’t much more to it than fixing up the appropriate pieces and attaching what needed to be in order for his spellwork to take effect later on in the night. Franklin had thrown on his lab coat, white with splatters of rusty brown coloration that was clearly from earlier work with the body from before Jake had come in. His gloves and goggles were placed, making sure no skin was fully exposed so that he had less of a chance of Rohan’s blood contaminating him somehow. He took the vial and set to the first test, turning his attention back towards Pedrito, who now was mostly put together save for the hand he had already begun to modify earlier.
“Sorry man, no offense I hope, but I could use the hand and well…it’d be rejected now that I’ve done so much to it. But now that we’ve gotten the last of those vocal chords restored and attached, let's see how well you sing.”
He reached out for an apparatus nearby. It appeared to look like Tesla Coils, but smaller, like a portable car jumper. Franklin flipped a switch on the board and the machine began to hum to life, grabbing one of the coils, sparks of blue energy began to flow through him as he felt the buzz of life and electricity course within his body. Franklin took his free hand and touched Pedrito’s chest, the same blue energy flowing through the newly restored body, as Franklin leaned down and pressed his lips against his and blew air into his mouth to fill up the lungs. When he pulled back, letting the magic do its work, the body shot up with a large breathy inhale as it tried to take in more air before exhaling it all out. The scent of death taking over the space as his dead breath radiated outwards, while the partially living corpse began to steady itself.
‘It worked! Now, you aren’t staying living for long I’m afraid to say, technically you’re not even living now more so just using the mystical energies combined with the pulses of electricity that I poured into you to help jumpstart the body in an attempt to figure out who or what murdered you. Its effects aren’t stable so, well…Who killed you? Did you get to see their face? Know who it was?”
The voice that came out of the animated body was raspy, struggling with the damage that had been done to it in the attack. There was a long inhale as it prepared to speak. “Yes! It was -” The body fell slack against the metal slab, silence falling over the room as the magic dissipated from the corpse. There was a warmth in Franklin's chest, then his stomach and as he looked down he stared in shock.
His own beating heart, cradled in a strange hand, beat once, twice, and stilled.
A hand had torn through him and he realized blood seeped down from his chest. The arm protruded through the wound and his magic had stopped because he was dying, because he was dead. He tried to turn his head to see his assailant, words gurgling in his mouth as he tried to call out for help to the one person who had wanted to offer it the most.
“Jake… get... Connie… I…” The words barely a whisper as he felt his life drain away, a smile on his face before he fell towards the slab and then backwards onto the floor, laying there lifeless, heartless.
The Statue of Ardyon showed no change since their last visit, stone uncaring of the turning of the world around it. There were two new additions on the table that offered both their protective gloves and the incense: an hour glass that flipped the moment the door opened and a note in tiny, neat cursive addressed to the entire coven.
If the muses designed to offer you inspiration in the night, one hour has been afforded you for additional examination. Should you think to linger longer, the Archivist has been instructed to remove you through any means necessary.
Furthermore, offer this letter as evidence of permissions. The librarians will afford you access to an additional area of the library that may offer answers beyond what limited sources the masses are permitted.
Either way, do not find frivolous distractions simply because I am unavailable. Your continued presence in this school is at my discretion.
Professor Varn Croan, Blood Magic Studies
A Trip through Magic
Willow, Nicky, Callaghan, Cassiopeia
Nicholas knocked softly on Mikkail’s sitting room door and pushed it open, looking around for the flamboyant Professor. It seemed he was absent for the moment but he had offered them the space whenever and Nicholas didn’t know where else to meet the coven, so he wandered his way here after breaking his fast. It was much the same: tea and cakes laid out, the chalkboard still offered the unintelligible message, and the gramophone played the same song it did yesterday. Nicholas shook his head wearily, his night later than was probably sane, but he expected little less.
Nicholas dressed far less ostentatious than the day before however. A plain brown waist coat over a linen shirt, a pair of jeans, and sensible black boots rather than the broody ensemble of the day before, with a belt pouch hanging from his left hip and a bit of gauze applied firmly to his neck. Nicholas considered his seat for a moment before pacing in front of the chalk board.
The evening before with Callaghan there had been strange, protective and caring feelings bubbling up when he’d suffered the strange magic of the notebook. Nicholas was protective over one other person and as much as he’d enjoyed the shifter’s presence, it hadn’t been him. The distraction afforded to him by a starved vampire could only keep his thoughts off it for so long and while he’d puzzled it plenty, he’d arrived at no real answers. What he did come to the conclusion was he had a choice to make here. Either get through this insane mystery and move on from it or leave and Nicholas was loath to leave a place they’d finally found a sense of stability and safety, severed head non-inclusive. There was a real sense that this was it for a while, that they could blend into the mulling students for a century before someone came knocking, and Nicholas was eager to let his roots settle for a while.
So, Nicholas came to the conclusion he would need to work with the newer witches and after turning that over in his head, he realized he likely needed to set a new impression of himself. If he considered them co-workers rather than anything else, he might be able to do it.
Maybe.
Into the Unknow
Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Frankie, Annika
Much like the day before, the Coven was gathered deep in the bowels of the academy where the First gate stood. Power still pulse from it into cables and the room itself felt charged with static. Sariel stood in her lab coat, goggles pushed up onto her forehead and deep set google marks lined her eyes. Her magic sparked behind her eyes despite the clear eyebags forming under them.
“Gooooood morning everyone! I hope you’ve all had your coffee, or maybe not. The Neverish isn’t for the weak hearted or stomached and today is your first jump into this horrifying dimension! Or wondrous, wondrous is also an option. It truly just depends. On what, we’re still trying to piece together!” Sariel cackled, maniacal and intense. “The Neverish, as I assume you all know, is an ever changing landscape - some think it may actually be a maze designed to hold something in, but no evidence of that has been produced. The places those diving freely beyond the surface change wildly, ignore the rules of physics and magic, and are at the whim of some unknown force, be that a being guiding these along some enigmatic path or true and genuine randomness is still to be determined, but your ability to alter what you experience will be drastically and severally diminished until you learn how the space you’ve entered works.”
“So, although I am sure you all have questions, let's review your steps and expectations and then you may ask your questions. Firstly, safety. Be prepared to defend yourself, do not under any circumstances become separated, and should you find yourself feeling lost, focus on the item you created yesterday and follow the path out. Do not reach the exit and then decide you could proceed for a little bit longer - you will get lost and we have yet to find anyone who is. Secondly, what do you do? Simply walk through the gate and when you are ready to leave, walk through the exact same opening you entered through. IF you walked through a door, memorize the door. If you walked out of a cave, walk back into the same cave. If you walked out of the eye socket of an enormous eye, walk back through the eye. Do not take any other option otherwise, you may not leave the Neverish or you may end up somewhere else in the universe.” Sariel counted on her fingers as she spoke, little sparks of lightning dancing along the fingertips. “Thirdly, you should be taking notes, details, diagrams, and sketches to the best of your abilities. We have precious little information and with more and more offered to us, we can look for clues, similarities, and threads that could help us navigate this strange and wonderful dimension!”
Sariel looked at her Coven once, twice, and then beamed. “Any questions or is everyone as eager as I am to see their first jump into the Aby- I mean Neverish!”
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