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milliways_bar2005-06-20 12:56 am
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Preparing to rescue Svava
Svava has walked out the door.
He immediately heads for the fireplace area, and his voice has the tone of command. "Sir Alanna, take a nap on the couch. I will need you at a second's notice. Yrael, the body if you please. Archie: Go get the medical kit from inside the kitchen door - it's on the counter immediately within and marked with my name.
"Arithon: If you want to help save Svava, please be ready at an instant's notice. I'll be one second away from opening a gate to her and ready to finish casting until I get a signal from the locket I made for her: It's a sense imminent death and beacon, as well as runic protections. With it under her armor, I should know two seconds before she is to die, and be able to open the gate for others to pull her back in through it, and toss out the dead duplicate body we've made."
He sits down in one of the wingbacked chairs and his hands begin making runes rapid-fire, hologrammatic designs flashing in the air behind the fingers, invisible pulses coming fast behind those.
"Lord Dream, I beg you to hear me and answer this plea: Take from me the need for sleep if you will, that Svava might be saved. I will pay the price for sleeplessness gladly after Svava is returned. Please help." A small prayer, sotto voce.
After a time, the spell is all-but-cast, and Hannibal sits, focused. His hand poised, ready to slash out the final rune to rip open the gate between Realities.
He immediately heads for the fireplace area, and his voice has the tone of command. "Sir Alanna, take a nap on the couch. I will need you at a second's notice. Yrael, the body if you please. Archie: Go get the medical kit from inside the kitchen door - it's on the counter immediately within and marked with my name.
"Arithon: If you want to help save Svava, please be ready at an instant's notice. I'll be one second away from opening a gate to her and ready to finish casting until I get a signal from the locket I made for her: It's a sense imminent death and beacon, as well as runic protections. With it under her armor, I should know two seconds before she is to die, and be able to open the gate for others to pull her back in through it, and toss out the dead duplicate body we've made."
He sits down in one of the wingbacked chairs and his hands begin making runes rapid-fire, hologrammatic designs flashing in the air behind the fingers, invisible pulses coming fast behind those.
"Lord Dream, I beg you to hear me and answer this plea: Take from me the need for sleep if you will, that Svava might be saved. I will pay the price for sleeplessness gladly after Svava is returned. Please help." A small prayer, sotto voce.
After a time, the spell is all-but-cast, and Hannibal sits, focused. His hand poised, ready to slash out the final rune to rip open the gate between Realities.