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Johanna has elected to spend the night after that little mattress-shopping episode getting very drunk and seeing if there's any available ladies in this town. There seems to be exactly one bar not frequented by demons (she's not prejudiced, but she'd rather not land a mantis-woman for a one-night stand), so she stops in for a pint.
Her search is unsuccessful; there's a couple of gay teen witch-girls, but she's not keen on sleeping with someone who could be her grandniece, and anyway they seem less than interested in her slightly dusty charms. She gets miserably drunk, sobers up miserably with a whispered invocation, and makes her miserable way home.
...She spots someone lurking, out the corner of her eye. She knows from lurking, it was a whole unit in Watcher training. That is a vampiric lurk. Recalling last night's incident, she decides to investigate. From her purse, she retrieves an unobtrusive spraycan of sanctified Mace, and she strolls very casually into the occupied alleyway.
bishopric
kingsidecastle
"Thank you. I've had it for years. It does the job nicely. Now, let me see about those protective stones..."
She opens another box and takes out enough agate, tiger's eye, and black tourmaline to mark all the remaining intersections of the diagram, which she does - black tourmaline on the innermost eight points, tiger's eye for the middle set, agate at the last. Then she sits in her indicated place, facing inward.
"So I'm going to talk to the focus stone for a bit, remind it what an exciting life it has had being a rock, suggest that it work with me here," she explains. "If the spell goes off nicely, I might want to go over it with you and come up with a version where you're a more active caster, maybe bringing in Liesel so we can use the full range of pieces. We'd have to find something - or a set of things - to work for you like my focus stone does for me, I think, but I'm sure that's manageable."
She opens another box and takes out enough agate, tiger's eye, and black tourmaline to mark all the remaining intersections of the diagram, which she does - black tourmaline on the innermost eight points, tiger's eye for the middle set, agate at the last. Then she sits in her indicated place, facing inward.
"So I'm going to talk to the focus stone for a bit, remind it what an exciting life it has had being a rock, suggest that it work with me here," she explains. "If the spell goes off nicely, I might want to go over it with you and come up with a version where you're a more active caster, maybe bringing in Liesel so we can use the full range of pieces. We'd have to find something - or a set of things - to work for you like my focus stone does for me, I think, but I'm sure that's manageable."
bishopric
Johanna nods. "I've got a wand in my purse that's attuned to me, I haven't used it in years but it should still be a good starting point. D'you want me to take it out now or just do your rookery bit?"
kingsidecastle
If Chris notices anything about this side benefit, she doesn't let on.
She just starts talking to the focus stone behind Johanna, in Anglo-Saxon. Her alliterative verse is a little more polished this time around.
The metaphor-vision shows the red glow of magma, the burst of light as a volcano erupts, then the rippling dark at the bottom of a deep river. Chris coaxes the stone to lend her its strength, and then she and Johanna are sitting inside a stone tower crisscrossed with a web of silver light. The lines follow the real diagram at first, but then multiply and extend through the stone walls, up and down and around. There is a feeling of movement in them, like the flight of an arrow, glowing contrails bent and pinned in place.
Chris thanks the stone for its help. The metaphor fades.
"Whew," she says. "That was interesting. I think it went pretty well, don't you?"
She just starts talking to the focus stone behind Johanna, in Anglo-Saxon. Her alliterative verse is a little more polished this time around.
The metaphor-vision shows the red glow of magma, the burst of light as a volcano erupts, then the rippling dark at the bottom of a deep river. Chris coaxes the stone to lend her its strength, and then she and Johanna are sitting inside a stone tower crisscrossed with a web of silver light. The lines follow the real diagram at first, but then multiply and extend through the stone walls, up and down and around. There is a feeling of movement in them, like the flight of an arrow, glowing contrails bent and pinned in place.
Chris thanks the stone for its help. The metaphor fades.
"Whew," she says. "That was interesting. I think it went pretty well, don't you?"
kingsidecastle
"And that was without any guidance for your bishop-as-arrow. If you wrote up a spoken metaphor to complement my wall with your web, I think we'd really have something."
bishopric
"Yeah. I- I should, uh, figure out how to ramble about the strength of interwoven threads and breaking through the thousand layers of- can I use Hebrew? Is mixing languages okay?"
bishopric
Johanna sets about thinking very hard about how to poetically Hebrew about threads and arrows and the lattice of foresight and subtle power. Poetry has never been her strong point, but she can try, at least.
kingsidecastle
Chris fetches the notebook and contemplates how to alter their layout for the change in focus.
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