Pyromancy. Telekinesis. Can't say I've heard those terms outside of a book in... well, in a while. Maybe that's why it left such an impression. Chester thinks it was an accident. "Uncontrolled," I mutter, but that's not quite right. More like it was brought under control. "You know who did this, then? Is she a danger?" My hand's on my head; pressure behind my eyes.
Should I try to fix the damage here? So much power in one spot, it may not be able to repair itself. And that still doesn't explain the darkness & madness. Like it's from different sources. "More than one, perhaps?" The darkness itself seems secondary, but the chaos under it all...
The traveler is talking, quite clear & loud now, about the pattern of the blasts, & it's clear he's a man of some scientific education. Guess I'm kinda impressed, because I'm watching him closely- something about him pulls at me. I hear him mention blood & Syl goes to check-
"Aweh," & I whip my head around. The slender, dark woman. I didn't hear her approach. My head throbs at the sudden movement. This place has me on edge. Plus something about her makes me uneasy, like on the edge of a shiver. I shove my hands in the pocket of my jacket & give her a small nod.
"Been some time since I've seen a talking cat. You her familiar, my bru?" I can't help but snort at that. She knows a thing or two about familiars, then? Think I'll let Chester handle that. There's a sudden tension from the group at the circle now - Syl.
"I gotta find someone who oughta be dead an' kick'm square'n th'balls."
What? Certainly she can't mean- ? My hand grips the dagger in my pocket out of reflex. It can't be...
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Date: 2012-02-19 06:45 am (UTC)Should I try to fix the damage here? So much power in one spot, it may not be able to repair itself. And that still doesn't explain the darkness & madness. Like it's from different sources. "More than one, perhaps?" The darkness itself seems secondary, but the chaos under it all...
The traveler is talking, quite clear & loud now, about the pattern of the blasts, & it's clear he's a man of some scientific education. Guess I'm kinda impressed, because I'm watching him closely- something about him pulls at me. I hear him mention blood & Syl goes to check-
"Aweh," & I whip my head around. The slender, dark woman. I didn't hear her approach. My head throbs at the sudden movement. This place has me on edge. Plus something about her makes me uneasy, like on the edge of a shiver. I shove my hands in the pocket of my jacket & give her a small nod.
"Been some time since I've seen a talking cat. You her familiar, my bru?" I can't help but snort at that. She knows a thing or two about familiars, then? Think I'll let Chester handle that. There's a sudden tension from the group at the circle now - Syl.
"I gotta find someone who oughta be dead an' kick'm square'n th'balls."
What? Certainly she can't mean- ? My hand grips the dagger in my pocket out of reflex. It can't be...