Halesey makes an effort to explain magic to Jo and possibly his own self as well.
"Er, well, I'm fairy sure there's an incantation for everything, just I guess if your brain tried to hold it all you'd go mad... I think madness is quite a risk, in the mage business. You know, Larry, I'm considering opening my mind to the book another time, but I'm worried if I lose the access to potato hell I'm just gonna go mad myself. Bearing in mind it is pretty much the ultimate power, out of any we've discovered so far, what do you think? I don't wanna trade ultimate power for... for some feckin' incantation to clip feckin' toenails, you know?""Wouldn't bother me if you lost it. Why don't you lock yourself in there next time you want to cast it?" says
Larry, being as helpful as usual. Just as Halesey is about to make further comments, the fat guy returns, a binder in his hand. He throws it to Jo, who fumbles the catch and has to pick the binder up from the ground.
"There ya go. Acquaint yourself with the material.""Uh... okay," Jo says, opening up the binder. She leafs through it for a few moments.
"Is it supposed to... ah... hm..." she begins to say, but trails off as her eyes become wide and quite glassy all of a sudden. Ah, the joy of discovery.
* * * * *
Willy has lingered in this smelly, cramped, unsafe closet of a church for long enough - time to leave!
"Alrighty then, let's go!"
"Onward to glory!" Hungry Pete yells, beckoning the others to follow him - most do, except one who collapses, coughing blood and grinning widely at the same time. Willy guesses it would be impolite to disturb him and moves on. As the group walks through the streets, avoiding several confused dinosaurs on the way, another guy does the same thing - he also gets left behind. Willy wonders if he'd benefit from some kind of immunization.
Before he can decide to do anything, though, he finds himself in the bad side of town, outside a rather gray and blocky multi-story building, which Willy would recognize as a shining, if dilapidated example of Brutalist architecture had he ever studied such things. Instead, he recognizes it as a shining example of a place his mother told him to never, ever go to. There's holes in the walls, for Pete's sake.
"And we are here! Now, my children, let us deliberate - do we enter as brave conquerors and the vanguard of salvation, or do we approach as humble seekers of truth?"Most of the followers present look a bit too happy and/or diseased to answer, honestly, while the others are a little too concerned about this fact to notice much of anything Hungry Pete is saying.
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