Arc 15 Post 34: Architect of the Spirit
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Architect of the Spirit
8th of March 2007 A.D.
You look over at Olivia's fervent expression pensively for a moment, before jerking your head towards a nearby outcropping, well away from the ongoing arcane workings. "Sit with me a minute, would you?"
"Is this an intervention?" She peers up at you half-jokingly, which is to say half not as well. "'Cause it sure sounds like it?"
"No it's just..." a sigh comes out, not pushing, no essence carried with the breath, just normal Molly Carpenter, as normal as you can be here at least. "I'm not going to tell you no on this: I know how it feels to need to do something like this, and I'm not that sort of hypocrite." You give a short, wry laugh before your expression grows serious again as you gently, reach out to take her hands in your own. "But, Olivia I want you to consider how you do this really carefully, okay? Throwing yourself into things like this, especially if you're throwing other things away? It can..." you trail off a moment, your mind flashing to Harry in some of his darker moments; and to your dad, and the worry you've seen Mom try to hide, alone at night in a dark and quiet kitchen. And then... to ice and fear and a little bit of mind magic done with the best of intentions, honest.
"Hey, I'm a year and a half older than you remember, you do not get to pull this Zordon shtick on me," she speaks into the silence that lingers just a little too long. "We're not going to let the Red Court just keep going, right? 'Sure there's blood drinking monsters in South America along with the deforestation and the banana-driven corporate colonialism' and everyone just kind of knew that and factored it in." The face she makes is one of very genuine disgust. "That can't go on, right?"
"No, of course not," you answer reflexively. I might not have a plan, but one thing is for sure, the Red Court has to go, for the sake of the people they are abusing and all the ones they are putting in danger by calling out to the Old Ones and their puppets.
"Then that's OK then. College can go on hold. I can be in the ballet later. Stage isn't going anywhere."
Feeling a bit better about the whole thing now that you know this is less her wrenching her whole life around to be a freedom fighter against vampires and more putting it on snooze you still feel compelled to add: "It can really fuck you up, you know? Sometimes in ways you don't realize until you're a lot further down the line." Looking her dead in the eye you do your best to get across how much this means to you, how much her wellbeing means to you. "I don't want that for you, okay? I won't say no, but I want to make sure you're doing this in the right way, yeah?"
Instead of quipping again she just nods, determined.
There's one more task to do before you can put that determination to the test, call fourth the final defender of the gate, last line of defense... Well no, as Regina points out there is a whole world made up of more lines of defense behind the fortress, that is kind of the point, but the last thing you want is some enemy running loose in your soul. Perhaps ironically for a spirit of fire and stone The primary purpose of the keeper of this place is not to bar the way nor to burn foes with the deep fire that runs though its veins, a task for mazes and traps, for guards and turrets. No they are to...
Watch, a thousand fractal eyes looking out from between the angles between the worlds and to.
Warn, a myriad wave-forms of sound through the air and, through wire and arcane lineage electromagnetic elocution, a thousand thousand times more complex.
Warn, a myriad wave-forms of sound through the air and, through wire and arcane lineage electromagnetic elocution, a thousand thousand times more complex.
There's more that could be done, you think as the spirit of the fortress pulls itself together, creation akin to a dreamer waking from deep slumber.
What splendors are you planning to include in the fortress?
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(You have the time to create one Splendor of up to ●●●)
OOC: You rolled very well for making the god so you have some extra time on your hands within the confines of the action you already choose.
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