Re: [Finding Carver]
"Circle won't help if it's something he summoned himself," Atticus pointed out, but he didn't have anything better at present. Worth a try, and it shouldn't be aggressive enough to spike anything. He hoped. Even if he did suspect he was currently standing in a magic zone with three loose cannons. In fact, Carver was the least disconcerting to Atticus of the boys in this moment. Carver had made this happen. Atticus had no doubt about that. But that was a known, this situation with the doomed boy scouts was a known. There was logic too. No logic to either of the others.
Atticus rubbed two fingers against his temple, and then he caught the bottle Michael tossed. It was a tepid catch. That had nothing to do with Atticus' perpetual laziness.
He just glanced back at Michael about the exploding bottle. Perfect. The air around Atticus swirled cold. "Simmer down." Sometimes they listened. Not today. Maybe it was the phosphorescence.
Atticus wasn't adding blood to anything. If he bled, the problems he brought to this gathering would be augmented. No one wanted that. He poured his part of the circle, close to Carver and meeting up with Michael's curved line. "Carver. How about a clue? Incantation? Something?" Anything.