bound_john (bound_john) wrote in bound_rp, @ 2013-08-21 00:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | alvaro hernandez-abrams, complete, eva larson, harmony steele, isabelle parker, john irvine, lux warren, private |
Signs and portents
Date: 9th January 2012
Time: 18:30pm
Location: The Shack
Characters: John Irvine, Alvaro Hernandez-Abrams, Harmony Steele, Eva Larson, Lux Warren, Isabelle Parker
Description: Decisions, decisions...
Status: Public, complete.
The shack seemed uninhabited as he pulled up outside, switching the engine off and the headlights with it. Everything receded into darkness quickly as he shrugged his jacket back on, the only sound being the rustle of fabric on fabric and the ticking of the engine as it cooled down. No doubt the shack would be warm inside, but on the short walk from his car to the front door, it was getting colder and colder outside. He opened the door and stepped out, turning to lock it.
The banged-up Volkswagen fit with the overgrown scene around it, almost as if it were a part of the forest's fauna that threatened to engulf the house. His breath frosted on the air as he glanced around again for the signs of anyone else arriving. The word had been sent out earlier that day, that he and Eva wanted everyone to come to this place tonight, and he was relatively confident they all would. The murder on the docks - and it was confirmed as a murder, now; a stabbing, crossed with violent head trauma and what looked like a heart attack all at the same time - had continued to prey on his mind all day. There had been something there, Eva had felt it too. The signature was elusive, like trying to read with water in your eyes, but it was unmistakeable. Somebody had killed with magic, and as it wasn't one of his Circle, that meant somebody else was in town. Somebody dark.
He felt the familiar tingle against his skin as he passed through the layers of spellwork they'd erected around the immediate vicinity of the shattered house, sensed the underlying power of the witchcraft threaded through its very foundations. He pushed through the door, which half-opened for him, stepping into the permanently warm environs. Removing his coat just as quickly as he'd put it on, the door closed with a soft click behind him, as his eyes found the fireplace.
Light, he thought, starting on the logs in the hearth, which sprang to life in conflagration the second the words formed in his mind. Tracking around the room, and pausing for just a moment on every sconce, candle and lamp, the room was blazing with illumination within seconds. He set his coat down on the sofa and walked through to what he'd assumed had once been the kitchen, or at least, what they were using as one now. The cold box had a permanent spell on it, chilling everything inside, and from it he picked out a soda, cracking it open in the silence.
His Circle, he thought, remembering his own words a few moments ago. That was debatable in the first place, let alone with what he had to say tonight. Lux wanted her vote, and he was minded to get it over with, but they had to formally agree on that, first. A vote on a vote. Besides, with this potential wildcard...no. It had to be done. With them all together, what better time?