Halesey, not mentioning the fez to
Larry at all, tries his fun new spell.
[Halesey's affinity roll: 6-->3]
He waves his hands in a whimsical way, and suddenly a rather sizable number of pale, large men in brightly-colored tracksuits, their thick, dark hair forming veritable manes on their heads. They all stand in a neat line, their arms crossed and the expressions on their faces not entirely friendly. That worked pretty much as expected, Halesey guesses. He goes forth after the Arch-Magus, but then realizes a crucial detail, as does the closely-following Larry - these fellows are in the way. Just as he begins to wonder what problems this may pose, though, one of the guys steps aside, opening a way through the wall of mooks.
"Go right in, boss. Your friend can come, too," he says in a very Slavic accent.
Halesey guesses that's okay, and both of the men head deeper into the building, the ranks of the mafiosi closing behind them, heading over to the leyline, where they find the fat guy and the lawyer-Jo looking at normal-Jo, who appears to be twitching wildly as she looks in the direction of the leyline, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. This is a little disturbing, but it lasts only a few seconds, at which point Jo becomes completely normal - tranquil, even.
"Wow.""Feels good, huh?""Yeah.""So this 'leyline' helps you become more magical?""Yep. But to get it working better, we need specific constructions - I've had designs flashing in my mind all the time, and I've drawn up plans, too. Consulted a civil engineer buddy o' mine, he said they looked okay. Bizarre, but not unsound. Wanna see the plans?""Depends. Are they easy to read?""In a word, no. But they look real good.""Maybe later when she conjures me again."* * * * *
Willy needs not be told twice to lead a charge into the promised land - he runs forward, and Hungry Pete charges after him. They run at the nearest door they can find, only to be surprised when a burned man walks out of it, looking creeped-out.
"Great. More lunatics. Have fun in there."He then runs right past the group, not giving them a second glance. Oh well. At least he left the door open. The two people (as well as their sickly sweet followers, all looking very happy now and lagging noticeably behind) head inside, only to find three others deeper within - a man who looks like an Asian Jesus and two old-looking people. The Jesus-impersonator seems to be explaining something to the two old people.
"-and I gotta take you guys somewhere. It just ain't safe here anymore. Now come on, get up. Please. It's for your good - there's stuff happening here that's so crazy, even I don't know what the heck's up with all of it."
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Topic: The Forgotten Art: Approaching the Nexus (Read 256183 times)