Patchwork Partnership
21th of November 2006 A.D
The air, thin and cold though it be, tastes like an abattoir and Seeker is its eager architect. To give him more treasure is to make him that much stronger, but also maybe, hopefully, that much more likely to heed your words. Is that worth it? Is it the right thing to do or is it just hubris to think that you could turn him around from a dark path he's been walking since before men learned how to pour molten gold into molds?
"How can it be Hubris Majesty, Deathless and Eternal when thou art a goddess?" Usum asks, sounding confused.
You start to scoff at the flattery and then remember that five billion people think as he does.
Not the time to think about it, so not the time. I need to get these people to safety...
"It's yours if you want it." Before he had even finished putting the bracers away you add: "Can you patch up the hole once
this all snaps back"
Curiosity sharp as a tiger's claws glitters in his eyes, but the skinwalker does not ask the obvious questions, instead he kicks up his feet in one of the few intact chairs, leather and steel groaning under his bulk. "I can do better, restore the pressure here so we do not alert the Red Court's puppets with a dive."
Even though you had already handled that the last thing you want to do is discourage Broken Seeker from being helpful.
Thus he gets to work tearing the skin and flesh off a fallen vampire's arm, then twirling the humerus in his hands like a baton as he murmurs spells of wind and frost in a tongue far out of mortal knowing.
It takes less than ten seconds before your ears pop at sea level pressure though somehow all you had felt on your skin is a gentle breeze. As the tainted spirit looks to the broken door, now covered in Sanctuary-forged brass brought into being by your presence and will you see the tensing of Seeker's shoulders, the way his brand new serpentine tail lashes the air and know it's not the chair that's to blame.
He is afraid of me... No, not quite, he does not think I'm about to stab him in the back or else he would not be putting so much of his focus into the magic, he is weary of the implications of what I am, of that I might represent for the balance of power in the unseen world. But is it bemusement or some kind of recognition? That's the million dollar question and the one you dare not ask for now.
Instead you withdraw your influence from the broken door and watch as steel melds with steel in an almost organic manner until there is not even a hint of a gap there. Having observed all of this Wings of Aetheryc Spite does not need to be told to level off, which also saves on fuel to go... Where? Where are you going to go? The vampires have to go to Sanctuary for their own safety as much as the safety of others... but the half-bloods, the Red Court's former victims, the
plane?
[] Bring everyone, except Broken Seeker into the Fivefold Courts, strip everything useful or valuable from the plane, then have it crash into the ocean
[] Between Auspicious Wings of Spite's piloting skills, your telekinesis and Broken Seeker's air magic you're sure you can land the jet on a stretch of highway in the desert, take it apart and burry it. Maybe you will have a use for it later.
[] Write in
OOC: The vampires are still going to have to leave this plane of existence if you take the second option, it is just everyone else does not get the visit to hell with the potential information leak on return.