Apocalypse Night: Moderator (oldpowersrising) wrote in apocalypsenight, @ 2009-05-31 22:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: iliana harman, location: las vegas |
WHO: Iliana Harman and her brace (OMG GUESS WHICH ONE I AM)
WHAT: Something curious is going on
WHEN: After the eating of Vincent (which is right after or during the Gus and Lucas debacle—GOD WHAT DAY IS IT?) —but before rescue BECAUSE THERE WILL BE A RESCUE
WHERE: Sienna’s mansion/compound/fortress of redheaded doom
STATUS: Complete (btw, longest narrative ever)
The magic surrounding the brace was a curious thing, even as far as magic went. Normally the state of the source wasn’t ever a concern. Like anything, it was subject to opposing elements, so a spell could weaken over time, or be negated by another witch’s spell, but for the most part, if the witch who put it up died or got sick, the spell wouldn't be affected.
For the most part.
Spells that required a certain personal touch worked a little differently. Binding it to the crafter made the foundation stronger and more stable. There was a method to this madness. But eventually, they needed the reinforcement of their source and without it, that integrity would fade.
Sienna wasn’t particularly happy to see Vincent go into hiding, but she wasn’t about to give up her position to help him. He knew what he was getting into. And if he didn’t, he should have. And she didn’t think twice about the brace he made for Iliana. He was powerful, trained and tutored and honed under her tutelage. She had faith in his craft. The brace wouldn’t—couldn’t come off without his touch. Not anytime soon. And it wasn’t like Sienna was going to let Iliana live much longer. A few tests was all she really needed. A small window of time to see how the girl ticked, and afterwards she'd be discarded. The brace would last that long. Even longer if it needed to. The brace was strong.
You can understand that Old Magic is powerful, but you can never really understand the scope of it until you feel it running through you veins, or feel it bearing down upon you, crushing you under its weight. Sienna knew Old Magic. It ran through her. Gave her her transformation. Allowed her to awaken the dragons. She knew it.
She thought she knew it.
Wild Powers are different, no surprise there. The Old Powers kept flickering in and out, breaking apart soulmates but awakening new ones. It was constantly in flux because their clocks were ticking, the Millenium was nigh, and their pillars of power were not standing together. Four. They needed four.
It wasn’t like they were idle. Destiny was pushing Lucas toward his awakening. It was going to happen sooner rather than later. And Iliana’s own abilities were still pushing against their restraints. Vincent’s magic was strong, yes, but the brace wasn’t holding something simple or mundane. Nor was it binding just any witch. It was trying to dampen the power of a direct descendant of Hellewise herself. Trying to hold back the prophesied Witch Child.
It was a breaking and withering dam trying to hold back a tidal wave.
It wasn’t something Iliana could notice right away. She had the brace on for a while, felt it smothering her abilities, but eventually, in the wake of Vincent’s death, it felt… looser. Strange and silly, of course, must be her mind playing tricks on her. But it didn’t seem as tight as before. Not nearly as oppressive. Over time, hours, or days, the feeling would grow. Perhaps a tingle, eventually nearly a shock, that would run down her arm and remind her of what she was capable of.
She still was in Sienna’s grasp. She still had no clue where she was. No access to alert her friends. And dragons walked and flew the grounds freely, not harming her by Sienna’s command alone. It would be foolish to try to escape now, but when the time showed itself, she could be ready.
When they arrived she would not be a weak damsel in distress.