Oct 12, 2004 19:56
*Tim wanders into the office, a smile on his face. It's good to have the magic back. He glances around the room, then approaches the cells with a smile. He cracks his knuckles, then does the same thing magically, sprining up a sparling white aura around him. A bit of paper too close to him freezes partly, crackling into ice to the floor.*
Right. Imprisonment. Mhmm. First Thing we do, we get rid of these bars, makes it way too open.
*Tim extends his hands, his aura reaching out and caressing the bars. The metal resists for a moment, but there is only so much metal can do aginst such power. The bars expand, filling in the places between them so that metal walls now protect the cells.*
But of course, what good is a cell you can't put anyone in? None at all. Mhmm...what kind fo doors? Eh, lets go sliding....
*The energy crackles once more, flowing along the walls, forming a faint indentation to mark the doors.*
Mhmm.That works. Voices activated?
*A twitch of power and it is so.*
But only for the Security Staff and Bernard. And empty cells will open for anyone, its the full ones we got to worry about.
*He smiles, flciking a tendril of energy out to enact such changes.*
Oh, and a viewport.
*The energy burns along metal, leaving behind a one way mirror into each cell.*
Now for the hard part. Come here.
*He draws his aura back into himself, closing his eyes.*
This is what i desire.
*The room seems to grow quiet, as if the very air were listening to Tim speak.*
I need a binding spell upon these cells that is unbreachable. The only way in or out is through the door. The cells shall be made impervious to ethrality and teleportation by any name or shape. Any energy expended from either side of the Cell walls in an attempt to pierce it shall be used to reinforce the bindings and wardings upon the cell. is this understood? Good. Make it so.
*Tim claps his hands together. Sound rushes back in even as some...thing... rushes away from Tim. For a moment the walls of the cells grow brightly with inlaid magical writing, but it fades quickly. Those with the power to detect such things may still see it. Tim himself collapses into a chair, sweat pouring down his forhead, drained from such an undertaking.*