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Wed, Oct. 18th, 2000 09:15 pm
Gypsyfic!

Let the hijinks begin!

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priscellie
priscellie
Glinda the Good: Officially!
Fri, Oct. 19th, 2007 01:49 am (UTC)

The air was thick with the scent of smoke and incense, and the flickering light of dozens of candles filled my sub-basement lab. None of it was necessary, of course. It was mostly for the ambiance, to get the grasshopper in the right mood. I was trying to teach her not to rely on foci and magical trinkets, but this was her first summoning, and every little bit helped.

Her target was a sometime acquaintance of Toot-toot, a pixie named Rjinkswind who owed the little faerie a favor. He'd been sworn not to attempt to hurt Molly or myself, which made him an ideal test subject for my apprentice's burgeoning skill as a thaumaturg.

Molly opened with all the textbook formalities, manipulating the magical energies just as I'd taught her. Despite the safe learning environment I'd set up, her demeanor was dead serious and her voice was firm and authoritative as she declared "I summon you!" and spoke the fairy's name.

Or... oh crap. Nearly the fairy's name.


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dark_puck
dark_puck
‫‬‭‮‪‫‬‭Dark Puck
Fri, Oct. 19th, 2007 01:59 am (UTC)

The air within the circle seemed to twist and dance, turning an amazing variety of colours that made me wonder if perhaps some of the incense wasn't incense after all, but a hallucinogen. Especially that eighth colour; that one made me feel as though LSD had gotten involved somehow.

The twisting got more frantic as the lights changed more rapidly, all twirling together until the eighth one overlapped the others, then dragged in on itself. Without warning, everything stopped.

There was a moment or two of silence, and then a small, disappointing pop.


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priscellie
priscellie
Glinda the Good: Officially!
Fri, Oct. 19th, 2007 03:06 am (UTC)

"Fozare!" I cried, sending a wave of pure force at the thing. The blast should have knocked it leg over lid into the far wall, but it didn't even flinch.

As the Footlocker from Hell and I sized each other up, I considered my options. None were very appealing. My force spell had no effect, the space was too confined for a decent wind evocation, and as our battlefield was my freaking living room, fire was to be considered as an absolute last resort. So I did the smart thing. Staff in hand, I scurried back through the trapdoor and shut it behind me.

"If that thing is yours, call it off! Now! Before it destroys and more of my furniture!"


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dark_puck
dark_puck
‫‬‭‮‪‫‬‭Dark Puck
Sat, Oct. 20th, 2007 04:49 am (UTC)

Molly looked about as frantic as I was, but Rincewind made both of us look cool and collected by comparison. He made another attempt to run away, and ran directly into the circle again. He then made a noise something between a wail and a moan.


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tigerkat24
tigerkat24
tigerkat24
Mon, Oct. 22nd, 2007 02:21 am (UTC)

"Right," I said. "Molly, stand back and watch this. Bob, wake up, we've got work to do."

Between us, Bob and I managed to cook up a spell that would hopefully return Rincewind to where he'd been at the time Molly accidentally summoned him. It would also erase the indications of the earlier spell, so as to keep Molly (and not so incidentally myself) from getting in trouble with the White Council. Accidental or not, summoning a human being using their Name was against the Laws.
Though Rincewind didn't seem too bothered by Molly's use of his name. He was curled up in the center of the pentacle, his hands over his ears, muttering something that sounded like Latin, but I think that was more a general reaction to the situation as a whole.
"Okay," I said, finally, "let's get this show on the road. Molly, remember, don't do anything."


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priscellie
priscellie
Glinda the Good: Officially!
Mon, Oct. 22nd, 2007 02:46 am (UTC)

Molly scowled abashedly from her little desk in the corner and gave me a disgruntled salute.

I rolled up my metaphorical sleeves and admired my handiwork. At the points of the pentacle were symbolic objects that to me represented reversal, banishment, or cleansing--save for Earth, which Bob felt mysteriously insistent must be the shell of an ancient turtle.

I looked back over the handwritten spell Bob and I had composed together, cleared my throat, and with an effort of will, began to chant in my usual metier of what could only charitably called Latin.


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tigerkat24
tigerkat24
tigerkat24
Tue, Oct. 23rd, 2007 12:55 am (UTC)

"Shush," I said, but she was right. Now just how the hell did we get out of this?


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priscellie
priscellie
Glinda the Good: Officially!
Tue, Oct. 23rd, 2007 03:30 am (UTC)

Just then, an old woman's cry split the air: "Stop! Unlicensed thief!" Molly and I turned to see a very desperate-looking man very attempting to keep an oversize box from falling out of his jacket as he ran, making a beeline in our direction. Recognizing a guilty man using my oh-so powerful investigative skills, I mimed getting out of his way, then reached out and grabbed him as he passed.


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priscellie
priscellie
Glinda the Good: Officially!
Fri, Oct. 26th, 2007 03:13 am (UTC)

Molly grinned at me, then nodded to the watchmen. "That's him," she said, then apologetically added, "I'd never forget that name."

I clapped her on the shoulder and gave her a gentle shake, in a silent signal to "let it go for now." Carrot was eager to volunteer to guide us to Unseen University (Angua, meanwhile, rolled her eyes), and even gave us a brief history lesson as we passed Important Cultural Landmarks on the way. They were all built in ridiculous times like the Year of the Irate Marmoset and the Century of the Arthritic Seagull. If not for the total absence of city hygiene, I wouldn't mind living in a place with such a refreshingly bizarre approach to naming traditions. But as I said: hygiene. It's important. I wanted to get home already.


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tigerkat24
tigerkat24
tigerkat24
Fri, Oct. 26th, 2007 03:19 am (UTC)

"...and this," he said, guiding us past a tree with purple leaves, "is the boundary to the Unreal Estate. Mind your step. Some of the grass bites."

"It what?" Molly yelped, hopping away from a patch of unidentifiable foliage.

"Bites," Carrot said, entirely too cheerfully for someone talking about man-eating plants. "Unseen University has been here for thousands of years, and after a while the magic sort of gets in things."

I blinked, slowly. This sounded like magical manipulation on a level that would give the White Council collective apoplexy. "And it makes the grass bite."

"That's about it."


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priscellie
priscellie
Glinda the Good: Officially!
Sat, Oct. 27th, 2007 06:09 am (UTC)

We followed the wizard through the winding pathways of the university like obedient little ducklings, trying not to goggle at our surroundings. Wizards of all ages, clustered in conversation or standing back as their peers demonstrated (or at least, attempted to demonstrate) merrily pyrotechnic new spells... It made me wonder what the Council might look like if Luccio got hold of some actual funding for her warden trainee program.

From the calls of greeting along the halls, I learned our guide was named Ponder, also called "Boss," "Mr. Stibbons," and once "Four-Eyes." I began to let my hopes up--this kid seemed decently well-respected at this school. Maybe he and Hex could get us home after all!

This feeling promptly evaporated when we ended at a door marked "Department of Inadvisably Applied Magic."


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tigerkat24
tigerkat24
tigerkat24
Sun, Oct. 28th, 2007 03:05 am (UTC)

"Right in here," Ponder said, oblivious to my misgivings. He kicked the door open and elbowed his way inside in the manner of a kid who usually has his arms full.

The room looked pretty typical for a young professor, covered in books and old pizza. It was dominated, however, by something very much atypical. I can't describe it, so I won't even try. I'll give you a few selected words, though. Ram skull, mice, ants, teddy bear, printout try, "Warning, Anthill Inside"....


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priscellie
priscellie
Glinda the Good: Officially!
Sun, Oct. 28th, 2007 03:20 am (UTC)

Molly's expression was a war zone between morbid fascination and restrained exuberance. "Wizards can use comp--uh, thinking engines?"

"Down, grasshopper. Alternate dimension. Magic may not work quite the same here." I looked at the automatic quill and output scroll dubiously. "And I doubt Hex can access MySpace."

The girl wrinkled her nose. "Buzzkill."

I ignored her. "So you think this thing will help us get home?" I asked the young wizard.


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tigerkat24
tigerkat24
tigerkat24
Sun, Oct. 28th, 2007 04:40 am (UTC)

"Liars," Ponder said, cheerfully. "Into the circle with you. Smudge any lines and you might end up in BhangBhangduc."

BhangBhangduc sounded like a play-by-play of a very weird porno. I stepped carefully into the circle, and again into the pentacle inside the circle. Molly followed, somehow tiptoeing in combat boots.

The students gathered around us and lit dribbly candles, then began a slow, droning chant that sounded like it was composed of mathematical equations.


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priscellie
priscellie
Glinda the Good: Officially!
Sun, Oct. 28th, 2007 04:47 am (UTC)

Molly impulsively grabbed my hand, then looked up at me, somewhat abashed. "There's no place like home?" she stage-whispered. Soon, that the smoke from the candles thickened and took on that weird eighth color. Then it became so thick we could no longer see the chanting students. The light grew brighter and the voices louder until...

There was another somewhat anticlimactic "Pop!"


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