Come hell or high water
Characters: Nathaniel/John Mandrake (knew_anyway), and Aelia Laelia Crispis of the Animus (adstring_npc)
When: December 19th
Where: A secluded building in the northeast quadrant
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Nathaniel summons his first Animus on his attempts to help the city become a nicer place to live. It sort of works.
He took a deep breath. And then another.
Nathaniel slowly finished drawing the pentacle in chalk, stepping back carefully so as not to smudge the lines. He looked over his work- he spent twenty minutes double checking his work- before trying to quell the pounding in his heart as he set up the candles. The incense. The silver wards.
Everything was secure, safe, locked in. Nathaniel had drawn the highest level pentacle he could safely recall from memory- this circle could hold an afrit, or something even stronger. No, the circle would be fine. All of his markings, his lines, his words were perfect. Everything was perfect so far.
After a long silence, he moved to stand in the summoner's circle and wiped the sweat from his brow. He was going to do this. It was going to work.
Regretfully, he thought of Rei for a fleeting moment, biting his lip. She was going to be livid- but it was a necessary diversion. She couldn't join him for this- not the first time, not before he knew what was going to happen. He had to test the boundaries, see if it would kill him to summon an animus, set in safeguard after safeguard and make sure they all worked before he could risk her life.
Nathaniel dismissed her from his mind, forcing his thoughts to focus. He was always good at that. He wet his lips slowly and began to speak in a clear, loud voice. His words were perfect, the syllables well pronounced, even though they were in several different languages. He never stumbled, hardly even stopped to take a breath for minutes- simply speaking, feeling as the power bolstered him and started flowing about the room. The candles grew higher, he felt something, the familiar rush of energy and power.
After almost five full minutes of speaking- his words were heavily fortified with safeguards, clauses, counters- he stopped, taking a deep breath before calling her name.
"-Aelia Laelia Crispis."
His words traveled to where she would be, the pull would start on her. There was no going back now.
When: December 19th
Where: A secluded building in the northeast quadrant
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Nathaniel summons his first Animus on his attempts to help the city become a nicer place to live. It sort of works.
He took a deep breath. And then another.
Nathaniel slowly finished drawing the pentacle in chalk, stepping back carefully so as not to smudge the lines. He looked over his work- he spent twenty minutes double checking his work- before trying to quell the pounding in his heart as he set up the candles. The incense. The silver wards.
Everything was secure, safe, locked in. Nathaniel had drawn the highest level pentacle he could safely recall from memory- this circle could hold an afrit, or something even stronger. No, the circle would be fine. All of his markings, his lines, his words were perfect. Everything was perfect so far.
After a long silence, he moved to stand in the summoner's circle and wiped the sweat from his brow. He was going to do this. It was going to work.
Regretfully, he thought of Rei for a fleeting moment, biting his lip. She was going to be livid- but it was a necessary diversion. She couldn't join him for this- not the first time, not before he knew what was going to happen. He had to test the boundaries, see if it would kill him to summon an animus, set in safeguard after safeguard and make sure they all worked before he could risk her life.
Nathaniel dismissed her from his mind, forcing his thoughts to focus. He was always good at that. He wet his lips slowly and began to speak in a clear, loud voice. His words were perfect, the syllables well pronounced, even though they were in several different languages. He never stumbled, hardly even stopped to take a breath for minutes- simply speaking, feeling as the power bolstered him and started flowing about the room. The candles grew higher, he felt something, the familiar rush of energy and power.
After almost five full minutes of speaking- his words were heavily fortified with safeguards, clauses, counters- he stopped, taking a deep breath before calling her name.
"-Aelia Laelia Crispis."
His words traveled to where she would be, the pull would start on her. There was no going back now.