Magnus Bane (![]() ![]() @ 2012-10-25 21:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, alec lightwood, {magnus bane |
Characters: Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood
When: Thursday evening
Location: Magnus and Alec’s cabin, F-402
Warnings/Rating: None/Low
Summary: Dementor attack! Alec saves the day! Woo!
Status: Closed/Ongoing
While Magnus had been counting down the days until the train left Narnia after the lockout had cast them out into the snow, the change in scenery that finally did come late Wednesday night was not what he’d had in mind. Why couldn’t they go somewhere nice for a change? What exactly would it take to get a relaxing stop in say, Bora Bora? Fiji? Maybe even Maui? After all of that ice and snow Magnus was ready for the beach. Instead however he had looked out of his window only to discover they had gotten gloomy, dark forests of dead trees that seemed to stretch on endlessly instead. How utterly disappointing . In attempt to distract himself from their depressing and honestly quite creepy surroundings, Magnus had decided to take a long, hot shower. Even though they’d been back on the train for nearly a week now, he still felt like he was trying to get rid of the dirt and the cold that had seeped in during his stint in the wilderness. Alec meanwhile had gone off to the Chance Car to take solace in firing arrows at things. Or at least, that’s how Magnus understood it. He hadn’t questioned him but rather encouraged his boyfriend to go ahead and go blow off some steam, knowing that his familial troubles were still getting him down. Alec was known for his tendency to keep things bottled up inside and if some target practice help to make him feel a little better, than Magnus was all for it. He had just finished getting dressed and was in the process of toweling off his hair when he sensed an unusual presence. One that was most decidedly not Alec returning. It felt far too dark and disturbing for that. Very cautiously, Magnus laid down his towel and crept toward the bathroom door. He couldn’t hear anyone moving about in the room on the other side but there was no doubt about it. There was something out there and it was in no way human. Magnus prepared himself to meet whatever was waiting for him in his room, one hand already sparking with magic, the other reaching out to grip the door handle. He very nearly recoiled however when he found the metal beneath his grasp was inexplicably freezing cold. Suddenly the light in the small bathroom began to dim, flickering in and out slowly until the room fell into complete darkness. Magnus frowned. Enough was enough. It was going to take more than a spooky little parlor trick to unnerve the High Warlock of Brooklyn. He flung the door open wide, hands raised defensively as he instinctively called forth a protection spell. The rest of the cabin was dark as well and hovering before him was a creature he had never in his long life encountered before. He did not recognize it as a demon and the dark energy it seemed to radiate was far too great to be a ghost, despite the eerie way in which it floated through the air. The black creature did not seem to heed the ward Magnus had cast over himself and continued to approach, it’s skeletal hands reaching out towards him. In the middle of its face was a gaping, mouth-like hole and when it opened, Magnus could feel the warmth not only being sucked out of the room but out of himself as well. Without hesitation, Magnus attacked, sending a fiery bolt of energy directly at the ghastly creature. It seemed momentarily daunted by the bright flash of light, but otherwise remained unscathed. Magnus’s brows furrowed as he was forced to back away. He was getting extremely tired of the way in which the train seemed somehow able to negate or dull the effects of his magic much of the time. He tried another spell, but was met with the same result. The creature was closing in on him now, cornering him in the doorway of the bathroom. Magnus tried to call forth another bolt of energy but the light in his hands was fainter this time. He could feel himself weakening, locked in the unseeing gaze of the Dementor. An overwhelming sense of despair and hopelessness washed over him, even as his rational mind screamed at him for letting it happen. Since when did Magnus Bane give in so easily!? The cabin was even colder than the snow had been now and Magnus could actually see the condensation of his panting breaths as he slumped back against the wall against his will. |