Wizard in the Wind
14th of February 2007 A.D.
"Thank you for the warning, I shall see to it that this incursion is dealt with appropriate severity." There's something about Lara's voice, her choice of words, it's not that she's less emotive, anger still rings loud and clear, but it all sounds crisper and more purposeful. There's no reflexive warmth to it, that's it. You knew it was bullshit and she knew, you knew it was bullshit, but she still did it the most time you spoke and one could hardly expect otherwise. A vampire of the White Court not trying to get under someone's guard socially would be like a cat not rubbing itself all over the furniture. And there's Lara sounding a lot more tiger than cat.
Something for later.
The Library itself is a lot more straightforward. Yes, they will hang on to a piece of the corpse to divine by. No, there hasn't been any indication of people compromised in DC, but it's early days yet and tricky at that since Homeland Security are new and 'unused to how things are done' which is to say testy about their jurisdiction and people. Von Trier does not say any of the words, she doesn't have to.
"And here I thought Homeland Security just had a worryingly broad remit to spy on us..." you sigh.
Dad had taken the news the way he takes all bad news, resolved and ready to help. Harry on the other hand looks like he's about ready to fly to DC, though you can't say his concerns are entirely unwarranted. He doesn't find the idea that some of the Library's agents like Von Trier could be full wizards particularly comforting which...
Also something for later.
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The six of you make your way back to the blasted plains under the swirling haze of ashen breath, the groans of living mountains no less mournful though thankfully none of them seem inclined to turn their attention to the interlopers... in the same black and silver car that had carried you around Wales freed from having to pretend it is at all concerned with such mundane details as cracks in the ground, soot everywhere and chasms spewing steam and fire.
Lost 3 Essence -> Now at 7/8 (Open the Way and Carriage of the Ankou)
Dad looks like he's fighting the urge to tell Lydia to put her head back in the vehicle so hard you and other-you, almost burst into giggles just looking at each other, but before anyone's power gives out Lydia jumps in her seat and swats at her face between her eyes. "That feels like Tiffany, but deeper, more complex, a stairway descending down and down into the marrow of the world, but I rather suspect it shan't be easy getting there..." she motions to the peak that is Embermane, to the very top.
If you're going to put bugs on someone might as well be on their person I guess.
"I'll handle this," your father says quietly getting out of the car on the other side. For a long moment he just stands there, looking up at the mountain incarnate until its sixteen eyes are fixed on him then in a strong clear voice: "I am Michael Amoracchius's bearer and I would have words with you Old One."
"What words?" the voice of the spirit is like the sound of an avalanche roaring down hill.
"True ones," in one smooth motion your father draws the sword, ringing in clear tones of steel and drives into the earth, sanctifying his own words that none mortal nor immortal might doubt them. "I and those of my company have no quarrel with you, only with the ones who harmed you. We would break their works and undo their will. Know that there may yet be eyes in their service upon this domain. We would see those eyes blinded."
There's no nod, no words of acknowledgement, the fiery eyes just close to open on the other side of the mountain.
"Now what?" Sophia asks.
"Now we climb," Dad answers, but Harry says what might be the most worrying words a wizard can say.
"I want to try something..."
Something that might require me to catch you? you want to tease him but don't. It's fun watching Harry do magic.
Swirling his staff through the air above his head he calls in time with the motion: "Ascendere Fieri!"
The first thing you notice is a ripple in the air right above his head then a tugging at his arms and back that grows stronger in time with tighter and tighter circles until, about six seconds after the start his feet leave the ground.
"Oh..." Sophia claps. "It's like a hot air balloon only with an envelope of force instead of string and canvas."
"How are you planning to steer it?" You call up, rising in turn, though not too fast.
For a moment you think that horizontal movement is not a solved problem yet, but then he takes one hand off the staff and waves a second spell into the first: "Vento Servitas."
As mechanisms of flight go it's not sleek or elegant and probably not as safe as many wizards would prefer they be, but for someone as young as Harry you have no doubt it's a coup.... even if it isn't something he can use around Chicago. Thus floating and flying, by will and by magic the six of you end up about three quarters of the way up Embermane's stony flank looking at half a dozen strange black stone buds. Looking more closely you realize those are in truth closed wings closed up tight and what you had taken for stone is in fact... "
Silver, spirits of tarnished silver, the Fallen would have an affinity with those given the nature of their vessels. On the one hand they are fast enough to get the news to their mistress I bet, but if that is all they do I'll eat one of those boulders down there."
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 17/18 (Occult Excellency)
"I could heal them of their bonds raise them up," your other self notes.
"That's going to open you up to..." Harry looks to Dad. "Does the Church still have
her Coin?"
"The disposition of coins once recovered is not shared with the Knights," he answers and not for the first time you wonder why the people with the literal holy swords are not in charge of managing the whole effort.
How do you deal with the tarnished silver spirits?
[] Sophia tries to perform Break the Bonds on them
[] Discorporate them before they can react
[] Consume them, leave Lasciel nothing to guess at in the aftermath of this plot
[] Write in
OOC: A reminder that Harry is also improving his repertoire and not always in the direction he did in canon since he has new inspiration.