Who: Papa Ghede and Halle What: More journeys into the rift When: May 27th, very early Where: The rift in reality Warnings: Probably at least discussion of unpleasant things Etc: Tarot challenge, Knight of Pentacles
Things at the Cirque had been winding themselves up to a fever pitch. Everyone seemed to think the witches were to blame, but Ghede had never thought so. He knew what their magic felt like, and this wasn't it. No, this was something else. And really, what else could be expected in a place that had seen so much violence and death? Too much innocent blood had been spilled for this place to lay quiet.
Kennet had forbidden 'playing' with the rift, but even if their Ringmaster hadn't agreed, Ghede would have gone through. The place thrummed with the energy of spirits, it was practically a neon sign for him. They were good and stirred up, but he still wanted to try and speak to them. Maybe he'd learn something useful.
To the uninformed, the rift looked like...well, nothing. But Ghede saw it for what it was: a place where the very fabric of time and space was thin and torn. His own magic made it easy for him to see and pass through, and he was going to do that now. It was time to figure out what the hell was going on. And maybe, with a bit of luck, he'd figure out how to stop it.