Ripples Across Eternity
Egypt, Time Unknown
It's not without thought you draw your sword, not without worry for the being at your side, but you recall clear as day the revulsion burning behind the eyes of the skull in Harry's basement, the being which barely grasps the concepts of human morality moved to loathing and shame. Some things should not be known.
The soft hiss of air passing, flame crackling, parting stone in a single motion.
"DaMN YoU! DaM...!" the spirit's scream collapses into sounds the human throat could never made, but even as the burning edge of its essence trails green embers like a poison rain.
"Be at peace." Lydia raises a hand, more a parting wave than blow as a bolt of living silver strikes precisely at the core of strange geometries and stills them evermore.
"Why
Kill?" Lamentations turns his face towards her, though his body does not shift an inch.
If your friend finds the manner of his adress strange she does not show it. "A spirit of knowledge and yet He was wrong and he could never be right, for the way he was wrong was all that defined him, pain was all he had ever given the world and all he could give. To be healed he would have to be made whole again, but that would only carve the wound of his essence upon a mind undeserving."
Huh... that's right, Bob could have taken him back couldn't be? If he could be made to find peace with the horrors Kemmler had made him party to. "So," Lydia continues in calm and mesured tones, like a funerary march, "Rather than let the ache linger or worse escape and inflict yet more suffering upon the world trying to fill the void of its creator I made him
Not."
"Why this and not more? Why stop?" Aakebushu asks, the death of mask of his face utterly still.
"Why do you want to see the sun?" Lydia shrugs.
"Curi-o-sity?" the word seems almost to fall apart on his lips and for a moment you feel your boon waver, almost rejected.
"There you go then, that is your answer, part of it at least, the one you hold for now." Your friend sighs. "If I gave you my answer for why things should be you'd doubtless find it unintuitive and strange and in that gap of understanding might sweet words of nothingness ring. I do not know and could not tell you why each and every one that is might think to deny Them that dwell below, but I can tell you with assurance of one who has entured temptation where Their power dwells."
"I know that, do you forget where you found me?" the not-child asks, annoyed.
"Oh no, that's just
direction..." she turns her hand, the same one from which the deadly bolt had flown clockwise until her thumb is pointing down then flips it back. "The truth of Them each one carries with us always when we are lonely and lash out against the hand that's offered. The Void grows in wisdom as it grows in scale but it will only ever be a truth absolute
if they win."
"When," the dark spirit frowns.
"How do you
know?"
For a minute, maybe two, God it's good to be able to count time properly in your own head, Aakebushu is silent as he is still as he considers again the prospect of Oblivion, not as a fate to be held off, but as one which might or might not come to pass at all, as an article of faith. Something nudges at the back of your brain, but now's not the time to pursue it as the world seems to hold its breath.
"I don't." The revenants all twitch in eerie synchronicity and you realize Lydia had surrendered her power over them, a show of trust even if each one individually wouldn't be a threat to you. "Sun, now."
It's not so much a command to you but to the roof of stone and to the sand above it that parts as a tomb broken from within. Masonry freely into the sundered temple, but it falls not at the whim of gravity, but in perfect geometric arcs that do not strike Lydia, Tiffany or you, nor any of the delvers.
And that is when you realize it's not nearely as bright as as it should be, the sun disk is covered by a black shadow, a ring of fire etched around it.
Gained 2 Essence (Urge)
"Uhm... Tiff, was there a total solar eclipse schedualed for any time in march?"
Please let us not have lost time.
"No..." a pause as she looks up. "I don't think that's the moon."
The shadow passes quickly, less than a minute after Aakebushu had risen from the earth, leaving him standing, still as stone on the sand, head tilted upwards, but as you have Clippy querry the satelites you find Egypt wasn't the only place visited by strange celestial phenomenon: auroras had swirled as far south as the tropics, unfamiliar constelations had shone over major cties, their stars so bright as to outshine the light glare, the moon had been seen waxing and waning in moments, phantoms of an age long dead or perhaps portents of one yet to come.
"The Date is still March 13th 2007," Clippy offers dutiffuly.
Part of you wonders why it didn't do that when you found your Crown or it found you, mostly you are just thinking how to explain all of this.
Lydia Essence 7/7 (0/3 Jade Talisman)
Molly Essence 9/18
Molly Willpower 8/9
Who, if anyone do you warm first?
[] The White Council
[] The Winter Court
[] The White Court
[] The Fellowship of Saint Giles
[] The Jade Court
[] Wrtie in
OOC: There are going to be a lot of talking heads on a lot of news shows talking about optical illusions and mirages over the next few weeks. 
