Billy! (wiccn) wrote in gifted101, @ 2012-06-19 00:13:00 |
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As far as leaps of faith went Billy Kaplan was finding himself taking a freaking swan-dive into the vast bottomless unknown that was his newly found magical lineage-slash-mutant abilities. Sure having himself apparently give a shout-out from the freaking astral plane to Earth's Sorcerer Supreme and a feisty high-level telepath was enough to shave a couple of years from his lifespan from the stress alone. However trying to understand the reasons how and importantly why magic was tied into his mutant abilities? (Which by the way: still completely unpredictable. As the coffee machine in his room had found out one morning when it randomly exploded from his craving for coffee.) Well, that quandary was proving to be a bigger mystery than imagined and had him wishing for his own personal Nancy Drew or at least a pair of cute Hardy Boys. In the weeks following his spastic trip to the astral plane and mysterious visions of trees and shadowy figures, Billy was doing his best not to seem all too stressed out. Sure Teddy (insert dreamy sigh here for all intents and purposes) had done a fabulous job of being a supportive brodude to him especially after showing him the eerily complex sigil that had been burnt into the rooftop of their dorm building. Some could even say that the alien blond was doing more than most friends would even tolerate as far as Billy's freakout was concerned. But after one too many Friends marathons, awkward moments with new students and endless supplies of pizza and them growing increasingly closer? Billy knew that it was up to him to take the next steps to unearth the answers he was needing. So he did what any sensible twenty year old would do: he googled like a ninja for answers regarding ancient magical practices and mutant genes. What he found on the expansive planes of the internet not only made him question just how many people had sipped the kool-aid but left him more confused than ever before. So Billy's quest for information sent him to the library. Actually- it was his required shift the day before that had him filing back returned books in the school's library but it was a curious nudge that drew him towards the metaphysical section of the library. Yes folks, there was an impressive metaphysical section to the school's book collection. (FYI: Billy was still waiting on that letter to Hogwarts or at least a pet owl. Ahem.) Among the various volumes of books detailing the various uses of magical plants, the proper way to offer up a sacrifices or even nifty ways to sanctify your magical tools. Billy wasn't finding much in way of answers. Sure there were themes in the texts that he kept noticing; all of it reverting to keeping a degree of focus and intention set in mind. However the hell he went about doing that- go figure. But as far as theology and belief behind this magical stuff? There wasn't much offered in terms of meat and potatoes. Painfully, most of it started to make Billy question his beliefs regarding God. Especially when the God he was introduced to as a child was suddenly far different from the Nordic alien-slash-deity he had befriended online. Existential-crisis-say-what? It was after another trip to the library's metaphysical section that had Billy taking another dive into the unknown that was now his life. Sure he should have done the sensible thing and at least told someone what he was planning on doing but this was Billy trying to be an independent adult about things. This was him not being scared and facing his latent potential with open arms. This was also him secretly praying to whatever force out there that was watching over to kept him from getting squashed like a bug on the vast unknown magical highway. Or if all else failed: He knew Teddy was within shouting distance. (Or so he told himself.) So in the middle of the night Billy quietly crept out of his room with his backpack on and dressed in a sleeping shirt and a pair of loose-fitting jeans. His steps quiet and quick as he roamed through the hallways of the dorms until he got to the staircase that lead to the roof. Once again shoving the door open and managing to not faceplant on the asphalt Billy stepped out onto the roof. His eyes adjusting to the dim moonlit darkness when he was met with a shocking sight. There was nothing on the concrete of the roof. The roof was clean. That symbol that had been magically etched into the cement had vanished and Billy was looking at a relatively normal-looking roof. Oh-kay. So maybe that was slightly creepy. Did someone clean up his design? Was it hexed away by one of the magical members of the staff? Did he summon it back to whence it came? Billy wouldn't be so easily deterred from his venturing. Slightly creeped out? Well, that went without being said but regardless Billy kept moving forward as he stepped out onto the roof. He sat the bag down and started pulling out his supplies. Nine candles set out in a large expansive circle as Billy kept a group of photocopied pages from one of the library's books tucked under his arm. As he set up his ritual space he lit the candles in the order that the ritual asked for. His voice nervously trembling as he recited the required chants for each candle. Four for the cardinal directions. Three for the phases of time. Two for the divine and the mage. As Billy struggled with properly enunciating the ancient Nordic dialect the spell called for he could feel something building up in the air around him. A familiar heat that pooled at the base of his spine as he felt himself drawn to the center of the circle. As he recited the prayers into the night air the building energy kept drawing in closer like the tides of the ocean following the moon. Then it snapped at him like a snakebite. The energy spiking from the base of his spine and jolting straight through his body; rising past his solar plexus and straight to his crown. Billy triggered his magical side and he was suddenly pronouncing those Nordic words like he was riding straight out of Iceland. The energy around him began to sizzle and spike like a roaring fire as Billy's eyes glowed with an ethereal shade of white. The pages of text fell from his arms as Billy surrendered the pull of magic. Something... some instinct kept him going forward with an innate knowledge of what to do. Billy seeing shadows out of the corner of his eyes as that heat of energy transformed into a pulse. Almost as if he had someone, something coaxing him along in this magical venture. With the energy spiraling around him and whooshing across his senses in a frantic pace, Billy threw his hands in the air. (Sadly, he didn't wave them like he just didn't care.) His voice full of command and certainty as he spoke out in that Nordic tongue. While he normally wouldn't have any clue what the heck he was saying- it became increasingly clear what he wanted. He wanted answers on what he was doing and he wanted them from a higher power. Even if his magical summoning could've easily been picked up by say, an alien med student. |