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element_wizard) wrote2006-10-25 10:49 pm
element_wizard) wrote2006-10-25 10:49 pm
Blowing up London
camwyn cwru: Night it is; it's easier to get these things to pass in the dark. There's rain coming, and the air's heavy and thick overhead. Even the smoke from John's cigarette doesn't much seem to want to lift on the breeze.
Etymologist19: Mel is dressed in a sweater and jeans, and has a video recorder with her. Her hair is up in a ponytail, and she seems like she usually does- like she needs to eat more, and twitchy.
Kippurbirdy: Alec looks around curiously. He's bouncing a bit, very eager to get this done, and to see the magic. He loves magic.
camwyn cwru: That's what worries John. That sort of eagerness isn't healthy, he's found. Generally it ends up getting someone's arse handed to them. Still- "Right," he says, tapping off some of the ashes. "One last time. Y'sure about this?"
Etymologist19: Mel stands close to Alec. She looks a bit nervous, and while she's thought about giving up her powers a lot, she hasn't really done anything about it. She fiddles with the camera.
Kippurbirdy: "Yes. Quite. They're too much trouble," he says. He knows magic and knows it's dangerous. He'll behave.
camwyn cwru: "Right." John looks about as happy to be doing this as .... well, as he ever looks happy to be sober, really. "Meet your new best friend, eh?" He chucks a fist-sized ovoid object in Alec's direction.
camwyn cwru: It's either an egg-shaped star sapphire, or two such gems fastened together seamlessly, back to back.
Etymologist19: Mel blinks at the sapphire, or whatever it is, but starts to record anyway.
Kippurbirdy: Alec catches it and looks it over curiously.
camwyn cwru: "I've been prepping that bastard ever since I got started on this project for you. Powers like yours can't just be drawn out and dissipated; they've got to be stashed somewhere." JOhn nods at the stone.
Etymologist19: Mel looks curiously, and warily, at the stone. Usually, things that are made to hold powers are dangerous. And ever since she found she had powers, those sorts of things scared her.
Kippurbirdy: "Ah. I see. Interesting. Well, hopefully it'll hold."
camwyn cwru: "It'd better," says John. "That thing fails, and it's Say Fare-Thee-Well To Thy Eyebrows time. For, oh.... fucking near all of London."
Etymologist19: "..." is what comes out of Mel's open mouth. "... I should have brought a first aid kit just in case, shouldn't I."
Kippurbirdy: ".... really?" There is a "cooool" not said. Nope. Not said at all.
camwyn cwru: "Y'should've brought an entire trauma team, Mel." John shrugs. "Too late now. Help me line up the strings, will you? I've got to lay down a pretty damn complicated pattern here and I need straight lines to work with."
Etymologist19: Mel nods, and goes to help. She places the camcorder somewhere where it'll get a good view. She'll do what he tells her to.
Kippurbirdy: Alec kinda stands there with the stone, not sure what he's supposed to do.
camwyn cwru: "You," says John, pointing at Alec, "stay right where you are and hold onto that stone. Do not move. Do not step out of line. Do not disturb either the strings or the powder I'm lying down along them; you'll regret it either way."
Kippurbirdy: "Yessir." Wait... he has to stand still?
Etymologist19: Mel gnaws on her lip. She's got a baaaaad feeling about this.
camwyn cwru: John eyes Alec for a moment, then gestures to Mel. "Double up on the string. We'll lay down a wider path. That ought to be enough."
camwyn cwru: It'll take a bit of watching to notice that the pattern John is making is roughly the sort of shape that would touch on all the points of the star in the black sapphire, were it larger.
Etymologist19: Mel nods, and does as she's told. She's actually pretty good at following directions, and tries to do what he tells her to. She trusts him, and doesn't want to screw this up.
Kippurbirdy: He stands there. He tries not to fidget. He does.
camwyn cwru: John glances up skywards as he works; eventually he stops with the string and gestures to Mel to stand back. "There should be a stick of grey chalk in that box over there- hand it over, would you?"
Etymologist19: Mel hands over the grey chalk, and then stands back. She then picks up the camera and holds it in shaking hands.
camwyn cwru: John starts marking otu the symbols a lot more quickly. "We don't get this done before the rain arrives, and we're all well and truly buggered."
Kippurbirdy: "I could hold off the rain," Alec offers.
Etymologist19: Mel looks up at the sky. "Might be wise, Alec."
camwyn cwru: "Do that," says John. "Last thing we need's these being washed away."
Etymologist19: The wind blows slightly, and she fights the urge to fidget and squirm.
Kippurbirdy: Alec nods and glances up at the sky. It takes a moment but the sky clears in their area.
camwyn cwru: "Thanks," says John, and hurriedly goes back to work. "There, I think that's finished... now the tough bit."
Etymologist19: "... Tough bit." Mel's grip tightens on the camera. She licks her lips. No turning back now. Or fleeing.
Kippurbirdy: "Right. Okay." he clutches the egg.
camwyn cwru: "I want you to focus on that stone with everything you've got," John directs Alec. "Hard as you possibly can. I need you holding it out so it's parallel to the ground long-wise while you do this, all right?"
Kippurbirdy: "Okay. Right." He holds out the stone and starts to focus on it, staring at it intently.
camwyn cwru: Which would be the point when John pulls out the fucking long sharp pin and jabs Alec in the arm with it, hard.
Etymologist19: Mel winces.
Kippurbirdy: ((Which arm?))
camwyn cwru: ((Take your pick. John's just going for a bit of blood on the pin.))
Kippurbirdy: He yelps and nearly drops the egg.
camwyn cwru: John takes the opportunity to swipe the bloodied end of the pin across one end of the egg. "Right, then," he says. "That ought to work just fine. Now, don't interrupt." Which would be the point where he starts chanting.
Etymologist19: Mel's heart nearly stops for a moment, and then breathes again when she realizes that he doesn't drop it. She doesn't say a fucking word, either.
Kippurbirdy: Alec bites his lip and stays silent.
camwyn cwru: Sometime during the chanting Alec will either feel the power draw start- the egg pulling at something through the palms of his hands- or notice the faintly glowing containment lines rising about him fromt he diagram on the ground.
Etymologist19: Mel's eyes go wide. Shiny. So this is what he meant by fireworky magic.
Kippurbirdy: He notices and feels it, trys not to resist it. Part of him is all oooh sparkly at the magic.
camwyn cwru: Yeah, magic has that effect on people. Although that stone's starting to pull a good deal harder, like it's trying to vacuum something through the skin of Alec's hands- something that's only coming loose painfully.
Kippurbirdy: He hissess with a growl, hand clutching at the egg, trying not to drop it.
Etymologist19: Mel glances back and forth. She's really, really hoping that she's out of the majority of the blast radius. Mind you, there's some stuff near her, so she'll dive behind it if nessicary.
camwyn cwru: John would be saying don't you dare fucking let go if he could spare the syllables, but this isn't the sort of verbal component you can interrupt. Even if the egg does feel like it's probably trying to chew into Alec's hands.
Kippurbirdy: It's kinda hard to hold on to an egg one handed when it's eating through his palm. He knows he can't let go and everything he has is focused on not letting go.
Etymologist19: Mel holds the camera so tightly that her knuckles are white. She starts to think that, just maybe, she is in over her head once again.
camwyn cwru: And that would be where the egg starts spinning in Alec's palm, surrounded now by a visible nimbus of its own- one that's blazing its way out of Alec's skin one pore at a time, then trying to fight its way into the stone.
Kippurbirdy: Alec's expression fluxuates from surprise to pain and back again before settling on pain. Pain seems to be the course of the evening.
camwyn cwru: JOhn's magic tends to have that effect, yeah. It's all part of the price.
Etymologist19: However, Mel's expression fluxuates from surprise, to 'oh shit' to 'is it working?' and back to surprise.
Kippurbirdy: He's trying not to scream. He really, really, really wants to scream. Mustn't scream. Must not scream. He bites his lip hard enough to pull blood.
camwyn cwru: The spell is, by and large, doing its work admirably. It's a pity John's not a lapidary, though. Alec'll probably be the first to notice as the stone picks up speed, but there's a slight irregularity to its spin, a peculiar wobble.
camwyn cwru: ((I want something to explode,k after all.))
Etymologist19: ((*eeeevil grin, eeeeevil grin.* Can we save this log? :D?))
Kippurbirdy: ((of course))
Etymologist19: Mel doesn't notice, because she's not close enough to the stone, and she's not stupid enough to look directly at it. She's a lot of things, but to mess around with John's magic isn't her brand of stupid.
Kippurbirdy: "Oh... firebolts" Alec yelps as the stone wobbles right off his hand. Or maybe he just lost his grip. In anycase the stone drops.
camwyn cwru: "Shit!" John shouts involuntarily, and dives. NOt for the stone, but for Alec- he's aiming to push him away from the stone before impact.
Etymologist19: And Mel also dives, behind the nearest object that seems solid enough. "FUCK" is screeched.
Kippurbirdy: Alec is dived tackled and stumbles badly, his foot connecting with the egg.
camwyn cwru: "I'm partial to the FA-BOOOOOOM sound effect, myself." -R. J. the Raccoon, "Over the Hedge".
Etymologist19: ((*dies*))
Kippurbirdy: ((*giggles*))
camwyn cwru: ((*bows* Thenk yew, thenk yew.)
camwyn cwru: )
Kippurbirdy: There is flungness into wallness or splatness. In anycase there is pain.
Etymologist19: Mel suddenly notices that her foot hurts. A lot. She also notices that, despite the fact she's smoldering and there are sirens, that the cam corder is okay.
camwyn cwru: John? John is not available right now. This is because John.... flies good. Or at least is aerodynamic when thrown.
Etymologist19: ((*flatlines*))
Kippurbirdy: ((*laughs*))
Kippurbirdy: Alec's ears are ringing and he lays numbly on the ground trying to decide if blacking out is a good idea or not. It's definately winning. It feels like he's been pushed into the ground by an elephant.
Etymologist19: Mel scrambles to her one good foot- owie owie owie. She looks about the rubble, and realizes that lights are going out all over the place. Mel also notices that there are little birdies flying around her head.
camwyn cwru: John's not gonna be moving for a bit. It's not often that he leaves quite that much of a dent in the landscape.
Kippurbirdy: The blackness wins out and Alec passes out, every bit of him aching in new and interesting ways.
Etymologist19: "Aw, fuck." the teenager states. She limps over, notices that there's several scrapes and one bad cut on her leg- flying rubble or something got it- and tries to pry John out of the dent in the landscape.
camwyn cwru: She'll manage eventually. John's gonna look like hamburger when she gets him loose, though.
Kippurbirdy: Alec doesn't move. He's breathing though. Which is good. Mel's going to have her hands full trying to get the two adults to the Island.
Etymologist19: Mel is stronger than she looks, but also has one bum leg. She flops John on Alec, and will tease them mercilessly about that later, and tries to finagle it so that she will T-Watch them to the island, all three
Etymologist19: Mel is dressed in a sweater and jeans, and has a video recorder with her. Her hair is up in a ponytail, and she seems like she usually does- like she needs to eat more, and twitchy.
Kippurbirdy: Alec looks around curiously. He's bouncing a bit, very eager to get this done, and to see the magic. He loves magic.
camwyn cwru: That's what worries John. That sort of eagerness isn't healthy, he's found. Generally it ends up getting someone's arse handed to them. Still- "Right," he says, tapping off some of the ashes. "One last time. Y'sure about this?"
Etymologist19: Mel stands close to Alec. She looks a bit nervous, and while she's thought about giving up her powers a lot, she hasn't really done anything about it. She fiddles with the camera.
Kippurbirdy: "Yes. Quite. They're too much trouble," he says. He knows magic and knows it's dangerous. He'll behave.
camwyn cwru: "Right." John looks about as happy to be doing this as .... well, as he ever looks happy to be sober, really. "Meet your new best friend, eh?" He chucks a fist-sized ovoid object in Alec's direction.
camwyn cwru: It's either an egg-shaped star sapphire, or two such gems fastened together seamlessly, back to back.
Etymologist19: Mel blinks at the sapphire, or whatever it is, but starts to record anyway.
Kippurbirdy: Alec catches it and looks it over curiously.
camwyn cwru: "I've been prepping that bastard ever since I got started on this project for you. Powers like yours can't just be drawn out and dissipated; they've got to be stashed somewhere." JOhn nods at the stone.
Etymologist19: Mel looks curiously, and warily, at the stone. Usually, things that are made to hold powers are dangerous. And ever since she found she had powers, those sorts of things scared her.
Kippurbirdy: "Ah. I see. Interesting. Well, hopefully it'll hold."
camwyn cwru: "It'd better," says John. "That thing fails, and it's Say Fare-Thee-Well To Thy Eyebrows time. For, oh.... fucking near all of London."
Etymologist19: "..." is what comes out of Mel's open mouth. "... I should have brought a first aid kit just in case, shouldn't I."
Kippurbirdy: ".... really?" There is a "cooool" not said. Nope. Not said at all.
camwyn cwru: "Y'should've brought an entire trauma team, Mel." John shrugs. "Too late now. Help me line up the strings, will you? I've got to lay down a pretty damn complicated pattern here and I need straight lines to work with."
Etymologist19: Mel nods, and goes to help. She places the camcorder somewhere where it'll get a good view. She'll do what he tells her to.
Kippurbirdy: Alec kinda stands there with the stone, not sure what he's supposed to do.
camwyn cwru: "You," says John, pointing at Alec, "stay right where you are and hold onto that stone. Do not move. Do not step out of line. Do not disturb either the strings or the powder I'm lying down along them; you'll regret it either way."
Kippurbirdy: "Yessir." Wait... he has to stand still?
Etymologist19: Mel gnaws on her lip. She's got a baaaaad feeling about this.
camwyn cwru: John eyes Alec for a moment, then gestures to Mel. "Double up on the string. We'll lay down a wider path. That ought to be enough."
camwyn cwru: It'll take a bit of watching to notice that the pattern John is making is roughly the sort of shape that would touch on all the points of the star in the black sapphire, were it larger.
Etymologist19: Mel nods, and does as she's told. She's actually pretty good at following directions, and tries to do what he tells her to. She trusts him, and doesn't want to screw this up.
Kippurbirdy: He stands there. He tries not to fidget. He does.
camwyn cwru: John glances up skywards as he works; eventually he stops with the string and gestures to Mel to stand back. "There should be a stick of grey chalk in that box over there- hand it over, would you?"
Etymologist19: Mel hands over the grey chalk, and then stands back. She then picks up the camera and holds it in shaking hands.
camwyn cwru: John starts marking otu the symbols a lot more quickly. "We don't get this done before the rain arrives, and we're all well and truly buggered."
Kippurbirdy: "I could hold off the rain," Alec offers.
Etymologist19: Mel looks up at the sky. "Might be wise, Alec."
camwyn cwru: "Do that," says John. "Last thing we need's these being washed away."
Etymologist19: The wind blows slightly, and she fights the urge to fidget and squirm.
Kippurbirdy: Alec nods and glances up at the sky. It takes a moment but the sky clears in their area.
camwyn cwru: "Thanks," says John, and hurriedly goes back to work. "There, I think that's finished... now the tough bit."
Etymologist19: "... Tough bit." Mel's grip tightens on the camera. She licks her lips. No turning back now. Or fleeing.
Kippurbirdy: "Right. Okay." he clutches the egg.
camwyn cwru: "I want you to focus on that stone with everything you've got," John directs Alec. "Hard as you possibly can. I need you holding it out so it's parallel to the ground long-wise while you do this, all right?"
Kippurbirdy: "Okay. Right." He holds out the stone and starts to focus on it, staring at it intently.
camwyn cwru: Which would be the point when John pulls out the fucking long sharp pin and jabs Alec in the arm with it, hard.
Etymologist19: Mel winces.
Kippurbirdy: ((Which arm?))
camwyn cwru: ((Take your pick. John's just going for a bit of blood on the pin.))
Kippurbirdy: He yelps and nearly drops the egg.
camwyn cwru: John takes the opportunity to swipe the bloodied end of the pin across one end of the egg. "Right, then," he says. "That ought to work just fine. Now, don't interrupt." Which would be the point where he starts chanting.
Etymologist19: Mel's heart nearly stops for a moment, and then breathes again when she realizes that he doesn't drop it. She doesn't say a fucking word, either.
Kippurbirdy: Alec bites his lip and stays silent.
camwyn cwru: Sometime during the chanting Alec will either feel the power draw start- the egg pulling at something through the palms of his hands- or notice the faintly glowing containment lines rising about him fromt he diagram on the ground.
Etymologist19: Mel's eyes go wide. Shiny. So this is what he meant by fireworky magic.
Kippurbirdy: He notices and feels it, trys not to resist it. Part of him is all oooh sparkly at the magic.
camwyn cwru: Yeah, magic has that effect on people. Although that stone's starting to pull a good deal harder, like it's trying to vacuum something through the skin of Alec's hands- something that's only coming loose painfully.
Kippurbirdy: He hissess with a growl, hand clutching at the egg, trying not to drop it.
Etymologist19: Mel glances back and forth. She's really, really hoping that she's out of the majority of the blast radius. Mind you, there's some stuff near her, so she'll dive behind it if nessicary.
camwyn cwru: John would be saying don't you dare fucking let go if he could spare the syllables, but this isn't the sort of verbal component you can interrupt. Even if the egg does feel like it's probably trying to chew into Alec's hands.
Kippurbirdy: It's kinda hard to hold on to an egg one handed when it's eating through his palm. He knows he can't let go and everything he has is focused on not letting go.
Etymologist19: Mel holds the camera so tightly that her knuckles are white. She starts to think that, just maybe, she is in over her head once again.
camwyn cwru: And that would be where the egg starts spinning in Alec's palm, surrounded now by a visible nimbus of its own- one that's blazing its way out of Alec's skin one pore at a time, then trying to fight its way into the stone.
Kippurbirdy: Alec's expression fluxuates from surprise to pain and back again before settling on pain. Pain seems to be the course of the evening.
camwyn cwru: JOhn's magic tends to have that effect, yeah. It's all part of the price.
Etymologist19: However, Mel's expression fluxuates from surprise, to 'oh shit' to 'is it working?' and back to surprise.
Kippurbirdy: He's trying not to scream. He really, really, really wants to scream. Mustn't scream. Must not scream. He bites his lip hard enough to pull blood.
camwyn cwru: The spell is, by and large, doing its work admirably. It's a pity John's not a lapidary, though. Alec'll probably be the first to notice as the stone picks up speed, but there's a slight irregularity to its spin, a peculiar wobble.
camwyn cwru: ((I want something to explode,k after all.))
Etymologist19: ((*eeeevil grin, eeeeevil grin.* Can we save this log? :D?))
Kippurbirdy: ((of course))
Etymologist19: Mel doesn't notice, because she's not close enough to the stone, and she's not stupid enough to look directly at it. She's a lot of things, but to mess around with John's magic isn't her brand of stupid.
Kippurbirdy: "Oh... firebolts" Alec yelps as the stone wobbles right off his hand. Or maybe he just lost his grip. In anycase the stone drops.
camwyn cwru: "Shit!" John shouts involuntarily, and dives. NOt for the stone, but for Alec- he's aiming to push him away from the stone before impact.
Etymologist19: And Mel also dives, behind the nearest object that seems solid enough. "FUCK" is screeched.
Kippurbirdy: Alec is dived tackled and stumbles badly, his foot connecting with the egg.
camwyn cwru: "I'm partial to the FA-BOOOOOOM sound effect, myself." -R. J. the Raccoon, "Over the Hedge".
Etymologist19: ((*dies*))
Kippurbirdy: ((*giggles*))
camwyn cwru: ((*bows* Thenk yew, thenk yew.)
camwyn cwru: )
Kippurbirdy: There is flungness into wallness or splatness. In anycase there is pain.
Etymologist19: Mel suddenly notices that her foot hurts. A lot. She also notices that, despite the fact she's smoldering and there are sirens, that the cam corder is okay.
camwyn cwru: John? John is not available right now. This is because John.... flies good. Or at least is aerodynamic when thrown.
Etymologist19: ((*flatlines*))
Kippurbirdy: ((*laughs*))
Kippurbirdy: Alec's ears are ringing and he lays numbly on the ground trying to decide if blacking out is a good idea or not. It's definately winning. It feels like he's been pushed into the ground by an elephant.
Etymologist19: Mel scrambles to her one good foot- owie owie owie. She looks about the rubble, and realizes that lights are going out all over the place. Mel also notices that there are little birdies flying around her head.
camwyn cwru: John's not gonna be moving for a bit. It's not often that he leaves quite that much of a dent in the landscape.
Kippurbirdy: The blackness wins out and Alec passes out, every bit of him aching in new and interesting ways.
Etymologist19: "Aw, fuck." the teenager states. She limps over, notices that there's several scrapes and one bad cut on her leg- flying rubble or something got it- and tries to pry John out of the dent in the landscape.
camwyn cwru: She'll manage eventually. John's gonna look like hamburger when she gets him loose, though.
Kippurbirdy: Alec doesn't move. He's breathing though. Which is good. Mel's going to have her hands full trying to get the two adults to the Island.
Etymologist19: Mel is stronger than she looks, but also has one bum leg. She flops John on Alec, and will tease them mercilessly about that later, and tries to finagle it so that she will T-Watch them to the island, all three