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paradisa2012-09-04 10:01 pm
peacockherald) wrote in paradisa2012-09-04 10:01 pm
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22nd Gate - Nothing is Gained Without Risk
It had been nagging at Vanyel ever since that young Lady Luthor had brought up the issue of safety preparedness in case of attack. He could set up shields, but did anyone really have a way out of the Castle in case it was attacked? He had no idea if it had any sort of secret tunnels, and frankly he had no wish to go exploring for them either - not sure if he wanted to brave the places beneath the Castle. Besides, there was no guarantee of those tunnels existing or surviving an attack either, or if someone else had previous knowledge of them.
Well, he had a possible way out. His Gates. He knew they did not work if he tried to go home, but what if he tried to place people far beyond the Castle's sphere? Could he open one into the Dead Zone or further, back where that temple they had visited had been? Yes, magic went null there, but would that still be true if the source of the magic was from elsewhere? He was confident he could open it near the Zone, but further would be better in case of a full out assault, he thought.
Yfandes, of course, had her concerns, but he reminded her of their last experience getting out of a Castle at the last minute this way, and how he really had no wish to repeat it. She could only agree, and also knew she could not stop him if he had his mind to it. At least he had come out to the barn to attempt this, not wanting any of his magics to backlash across the people in the Castle proper, and he could avoid harming the horses by taking them all out to pasture.
With a secure barn, and no one else around to potentially get hurt, he began his work, reaching in, drawing on his power since he had no other real source to tap. He began fashioning the anchors, envisioning where he wanted the Gate to open. He could see it, bright and clear, was sending his Gate out to connect....
And was suddenly thrown back as the Gate refused to connect and snapped back like a snapped bowstring, not giving him time to re-channel the energy. Even if he had, it would have been a massive overload of his own channels, just like before... In the back of his mind, as he waited to hit the ground, he told himself he should have known this would happen, just like last time. But, he had hoped, after all his work, he had hoped...
He hit the ground, breath knocked from him and the pain blinding him. Frankly, he should have been used to this sort of pain by now, it had happened often enough, was burned into his mind from the first time it happened and the events that had immediately followed it. What that event had made him. Of course he would flash through this things as he tried to process the painful burning inside of him, but it was all to much. It was always to much when this happened.
His mind went dark to spare him, long before he realized the pain of having trouble catching his breath, the ache in the back of his head.
Outside, Yfandes began to rear and scream at the top of her lungs, not for the first time hating her equine form.].
ooc: Basically Vanyel is unconcious, so most of your interaction will be with Yfandes. If you can hear Mind Speech, she might try to talk to you, but otherwise she will just be a very, very pushy mare.
ooc-2: No more rescues ^^ I think it is safe to say he has been rescued, though if you are wondering what is happening Yfandes is happy to give an explanation still.
Well, he had a possible way out. His Gates. He knew they did not work if he tried to go home, but what if he tried to place people far beyond the Castle's sphere? Could he open one into the Dead Zone or further, back where that temple they had visited had been? Yes, magic went null there, but would that still be true if the source of the magic was from elsewhere? He was confident he could open it near the Zone, but further would be better in case of a full out assault, he thought.
Yfandes, of course, had her concerns, but he reminded her of their last experience getting out of a Castle at the last minute this way, and how he really had no wish to repeat it. She could only agree, and also knew she could not stop him if he had his mind to it. At least he had come out to the barn to attempt this, not wanting any of his magics to backlash across the people in the Castle proper, and he could avoid harming the horses by taking them all out to pasture.
With a secure barn, and no one else around to potentially get hurt, he began his work, reaching in, drawing on his power since he had no other real source to tap. He began fashioning the anchors, envisioning where he wanted the Gate to open. He could see it, bright and clear, was sending his Gate out to connect....
And was suddenly thrown back as the Gate refused to connect and snapped back like a snapped bowstring, not giving him time to re-channel the energy. Even if he had, it would have been a massive overload of his own channels, just like before... In the back of his mind, as he waited to hit the ground, he told himself he should have known this would happen, just like last time. But, he had hoped, after all his work, he had hoped...
He hit the ground, breath knocked from him and the pain blinding him. Frankly, he should have been used to this sort of pain by now, it had happened often enough, was burned into his mind from the first time it happened and the events that had immediately followed it. What that event had made him. Of course he would flash through this things as he tried to process the painful burning inside of him, but it was all to much. It was always to much when this happened.
His mind went dark to spare him, long before he realized the pain of having trouble catching his breath, the ache in the back of his head.
Outside, Yfandes began to rear and scream at the top of her lungs, not for the first time hating her equine form.].
ooc: Basically Vanyel is unconcious, so most of your interaction will be with Yfandes. If you can hear Mind Speech, she might try to talk to you, but otherwise she will just be a very, very pushy mare.
ooc-2: No more rescues ^^ I think it is safe to say he has been rescued, though if you are wondering what is happening Yfandes is happy to give an explanation still.
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When that female voice speaks into his mind, his head comes up abruptly, meeting Yfandes' eyes with a look of utter surprise. It's gone a moment later - he's had a lot of practice looking utterly unflappable even when he's just been startled.]
Yfandes...? [Okay, no, still sounding surprised. Though what she /said/...] This is what he tried to do before, isn't it.
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He doesn't really notice how he's hearing her, though. ]
The physical damage is easiest. Magic, may have to think a moment to alter where the healing goes, but can at least sooth. Should not be that much different from healing Contamination or Seal. [ Neither of which are things he's particularly an expert at healing, but he can figure it out. Recover is a basic spell.
So pretty golden lights, a spiral of ... what looks like over complicated math from about Duke, then about Vanyel appears a cone of light, the magic finding and starting to fix physical injuries. ]
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She fidgeted, clearly worried for her Chosen, nudging at his hand with her muzzle and looking at Clow with pleading blue eyes. She hated feeling helpless.]
:: Yes, it is what he tried to do before. He thought it work, since he was not attempt to transverse worlds. But it seems opening into the Dead Zone will not work either. Some times, I wish he was not so driven to aid others...::
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Do what you need to. Healing is a skill I lack, magically speaking.
[And now he turns back to Yfandes, getting up and brushing his pants off, with only a quick sideline glance at the circle the other man is casting.]
He's an idiot, and forgive me, but you're an idiot for not stopping him. Or at least telling Felix or me about this plan. We have enough powerful mages to try these things with more safeguards in place.
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He will continue to pay some attention to the conversation going on, but most of his attention is on Vanyel. Levitation is remembered, and turned off, and he takes a seat gracelessly where he stood.
Keep talking, ignore the glowing lights. Its all perfectly normal. If it seems like he's moving slow, its because he's altering spells on the spot. ]
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:: You think I am so foolish, Clow Reed? He can hide things from me if he wishes, and he frankly sprung this on me. Believe me, I will be giving him my own talking to later, but this is... how he is. Right now, it is not the issue. Now, are you going to take the time to lecture me, or will you aid him? ::
[The last has its own note of reproach towards him, calling into question his own sense of judgement. She snorted and turned back, lowering herself down with surprising grace and laying her head across Vanyel's legs, and if they could sense it, they might be able to sense Yfandes attempting to shield some of Vanyel from the damage, though she could do little . It was not like when he was young and untried, still so raw.]
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We'll have this debate later. What can I do right now?
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:: As soon as Duke is finished with his physical wounds, we must get him to a clinic and see about anything to deal with a fever and severe headaches. He will be nauseous, and there is a chance of nightmares, so anything to help with a dreamless sleep. ::
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[ Duke blinks blankly in their general direction, done with magic for now. ]
If the Child of the Full Moon was still residing in the castle, I would have contacted her. She has had more training in healing than I. Likely could do much more.
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I can get him to the clinic - they should have medicines for the headache, though I'm not sure how well they'll work in this case. And I can keep him asleep, though while I can try to send pleasant dreams, that's an aspect that's notoriously hard to control.
[He pulls his journal and a slightly chewed-on pen out of a back pocket, and jots off a quick message for Felix, then puts it back before turning to Duke]
Let me know when it's safe to move him.
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[She pushed herself to her feet again, clearly wanting to move him soon.]
:: If he does not dream at all, that is better than what might come ::
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[ Duke stays put on the ground, listening to the motions of them both. He's quite comfortable with waiting until everyone else is done moving before he starts. ]
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That's more or less what I was planning to do, actually.
[He goes to carefully scoop Vanyel up, applying the smallest threads of his own power to wrap around him and take some of the weight. Luckily, levitation is easy, even without The Float to help him. He cradles Van against his chest, as one would a child, though it looks a little awkward when they're both nearly the same height.]
I can hold most of his weight anyway - after what he just did, I'm not sure what exposure to more magic will do to him, so I'm using the bare minimum.
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In Clow's arms, Vanyel groaned a bit, head lolling against his chest. It might have been romantic, perhaps, if not for the circumstances.]
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... A good point. [ And perhaps a little resigned, he doesn't resume circling his magic. Being completely dependent on another for where he was supposed to go was not particularly comfortable, but Duke could deal with it.
... He won't ask which direction, though. ]
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...You can't see, can you.
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Although more polite. Many like to wave a hand in my face. [ He gets up and listens to figure out which way he should be going now. Moving with the horse sounds good. ]
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[He's sounding a bit more good-natured though, and not particularly defensive]
Did you have somewhere you wanted to head? I could probably give you a spell-string or something of the like to follow, if you wish.
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In Clow's arms, Vanyel groaned again as pain once more swept through him, his body feeling raw, burned, the sensation piercing deep.]
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[ And that doesn't sound particularly good from Vanyel, there. ]
Back to the foyer is enough. The problem is less of following, and more of footing. Can follow well enough, if slowly.
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Aah. Yes, that would be something of a problem. Let's see...
[He thinks for a moment, and then closes his eyes to focus better. For once he really wishes he had his Cards out of something more than just emotional connection - dealing with the elemental forces in the way he's about to is a fair bit fancier than his flight spell, and having something to channel and anchor the forces would be a lot simpler. But he doesn't, so he'll have to make do.
A wide, glowing golden circle appears under his feet, sun and moon overlapping each other with writing inscribed around the wide edges. It's a side effect, sort of - a metaphor for laying things out in his mind. First comes Wood - an easier force to call, good-natured and more in tune with the rhythm of human lives. He asks, silently, and the grass beneath their feet shifts, leaving a clearing of earth around their feet. Now for the harder part - his lips thin slightly as he struggles a little with getting the elemental forces of earth to cooperate, but his will is strong, and the ground he cleared evens out, hardens to near-rock. A nice, smooth path to follow. Once the working is relatively stable, he opens his eyes again]
...There. That should be smooth enough, though I had to anchor it to myself, so it won't last. But it'll be enough to get us back to the castle.
[And between the surge Vanyel triggered and trying to maintain both these workings with no anchors, he's pretty sure he's going to have a headache in a bit too, though not nearly as bad as Van]
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At least here, she had thought, some of that might fade, but now, it was ground to deeply into him by now. Her poor Chosen...
She neighed at both men, wanting to them to hurry and worried, as well, for what more magic being worked around him would do.]
:: Gentleman, please, before he may wake ::
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Duke manages to more or less focus on the spot where Clow is standing, almost reaching out with his magic to figure out what had been done....
But there's someone who is injured, may wake in a great deal of pain... and is magically sensitive at the moment. He shouldn't risk making it worse, particularly when he had healed Vanyel in the first place. ]
Very well. [ He still really wants to poke the magic...
Another person to eventually talk to about magic. Something for later. ]
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Of course.
[And he starts heading towards the castle, glancing back occasionally to make sure that Duke can keep pace with him. The area of 'path' shifts as he moves, growing in front of him and falling back into regular grass behind his circle of influence]