Miscellaneous Pact people
Nemo
Familiar ritual. Most of the spectators are extremely unimpressed with Diana's choice of a ghost as familiar. Which is fine; she's not aiming for power anyway.
Doug gets visibly more transparent when Diana explains. Also horrified about what Conquest might do to her, but the non-human reactions are more concerning. Some of his sentences skip words, like unreadable patches on a record. But he notices it happening. "Don't have much choice, do I?" he answers when she brings up the ritual. "And– thanks. You shouldn't have saved me, but thanks."
She places the telescope that used to be his implement in the center of a circle. The circle is a live electrical circuit, featuring a glowing light bulb. Doug's suggestion for a symbol of human civilization, and probably as good as any. The Other gravitates toward the telescope and faces the practitioner.
"I, Douglas Abbeys, agree to be bound by the strictures of Solomon and the traditions of the practice," he begins.
Most of the actual promises exchanged seem outdated. From an era when familiars were servants or creatures being offered a dog's place. The wording stuck around, but it's common knowledge that the meaning evolved. Equality is in. Familiars and practitioners rarely try to dominate each other, so the spirits stop caring as much about the lopsidedness.
"I, Diana Thompson, astrologer of Toronto, invite you into the world of man and mortal," she reads. They're looking at an old edition of Famulus, one of the first books Rose sent the cabal. "I offer you a place in my household in accordance with tradition. I agree to shelter you, whatever form of shelter you might require. My home and hearth are yours to share, in the brick and mortar, the demesne and the spiritual."
"I accept the offered shelter, and I agree to guard that territory as if it were my own." A smile from both of them. Subjunctive aside, they know it already is.
"I offer you sustenance, whatever form of sustenance you might need."
"I accept your sustenance, and lend you the strength I gain in return." The parties gloss over that part. Doug isn't going to do much guarding of any demesnes in exchange for sustenance.
"I give you asylum from the forces that follow you, as the old laws permit." Diana picks carefully over each word.
"By the compact, I follow you."
"I, Diana Thompson, give my protection to Doug Abbeys. I give this willingly, with no expectation of return, as he did for me when he took me in and again when he died for me. I will work with him and learn from him, and return as near as may be to our life together before."
"I, Doug Abbeys, give my knowledge and friendship and whatever I have left to give. I will guide you and help you when pass on our tradition, and protect you if I can."
They each accept. When they swear to bind themselves to their series of promises, Doug's shape changes. He blurs and shrinks into an eighteen-inch black bird.