Who: Alex & Open What: Work work work When: June 3rd, midday Where: Perimeter fence, then the grounds Warnings: TBD Prompt: Witch
Ever since the attack, Alex had been working on talismans for the perimeter fence, pausing only to go visit Issac, or when Elia or someone else forced him to take a break. He wanted to make sure he did his part to ensure nothing like this ever happened again. There were seven fewer people at the Cirque because their weaknesses had been exploited. That could not happen again.
Alex was good at talismans. He knew this. But these were probably some of the finest work he'd ever produced. When they were finished, before they'd settled, they fairly crackled with magic. They were as sensitive as he could make them without having a breeze set them off, and he was damn proud of them. He'd been hanging them every ten feet or so along the fence, and every time he ran out, he was off to his workshop to make more. He'd had to go into town again for supplies, accompanied by a beefy guy from security, just to make sure nothing else happened. He got his fair share of suspicious looks from some people, but managed to remain unaccosted on the trip.
He was pale and exhausted, working with a feverish look in his eye for far too many hours. He was going to need so much sleep once this work was done, but not until then. No, not until it was done, and not a moment before. Alex was pretty 'live and let live' about most things, but the Cirque was his family, and you fucked with them at your peril.