May 31st, Mid-Afternoon Who: Alexander & Catherine - Issac featured. (Open to the others of this message) What: Trying to locate Issac When: May 31st Mid-afteroon Where: Catherine's performance tent Rating: R - likely mentions or at least hints of torture.
Catherine hadn't hesitated to stride across the cirque and enter into her tent. She lit the candles in the usual process and set a fist-sized sapphire, flawed beyond normal worth, on her crystal stand. The Eye of Apollo wasn't something for the usual scrying the Seer did. It was for the repair of her mind and for emergencies. The stone held a gentle hum of power that came with the hidden mystical objects of the world, something that said it was beyond old and not to be toyed with. It could punish her if it felt it was being used in vain.
She was not going to wait for Kennet or Elia. It wasn't a matter of her desire for being useful. It was only a matter of finding Issac. The last vision of him had felt strange, out of sync. There was something dreadfully wrong but he was calling to her and she wasn't going to hesitate to find him. If the others were too fucking busy to help doing what the fuck ever then that wasn't her problem.
And she did not wait for Alexander to come and help augment her power. He could do that when he arrived. Instead, she immediately pressed into the void. She knew who she was seeking, had a hint of the room, but she didn't know the when with the way it felt. So all she could do was call out to Issac through the connection, beg for his help but knowing it would likely hurt him terribly if he were even conscious anymore. Looking through the Eye, it was like seeing Rome from a bird's eye view if that bird could see the entire city. Parts of it were Unviewable - charmed into watery spots that only hinted at. That was why she needed Alexander to break through like a sledgehammer. "Where are you..."