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AdHoc: As before, Balm wishes the party well, entrusts the touchstone to Kotahitanga, and puts them all under to get them to sleep on the cots in the Arboretum. And as before, there's a chill cold nothingness as existence transfers from the Fallen World gradually and bit by bit into the Dreaming Earth. The further away from human reality they travel, the longer of a lag that process takes.
It's a disturbing process, and by the end of it it can start playing tricks with the mind. When the party materializes there in the Keb, on the black and rich earth spotted with boulders and precious stones, it likely takes the party some time to get their bearings.
Little Fox: There are some times and some places that Fox is entirely themself, and an expert in what is going on. Here? She's not. The idealized self of a Thyrsus with her brain sharpened by an Adept of Mind is a bright and stellar thing, even if she looks briefly uncertain when she passes through the lag time. A shrug of her shoulders, and the tiny naked Thyrsus-image, painted with the mud-and-blood runes she showed up wearing, pulls up her Amnion. Somehow it is both a cloak of fox-skins and a living Fox-skin, and doesn't make her look any less like she belongs twenty thousand years ago instead of today.
Jessie Taylor: Aletheia's form still resembled that of a Goddess, completely in tune with her own shadow name. If one didn't know that she was actually there, they could easily mistake her for Aletheia herself. She was still clad in a semi-sheer fabric white gown that hugs her form perfectly. A necklace of keys hangs from her neck with other golden jewelry hanging off her in various places. Once she appears she calls upon her Amnion which is a circle of hundreds of keys that appears around her. Each key moves about seemingly independently to intercept any attack that might come her way from the wastes.
Ripeka Carpenter: Kotahitanga activates her own Amnion in turn, the skin of her idealised self shifting to gleaming wood.
Alexis Bartram: Alexis is once again clad in polished black stone in the form of a futuristic armor anchored to her flesh by iron spikes, its angles and edges lined with golden lines of letters, characters, and words in many languages.
Jeremiah Hamilton: While he emerged into the Astral through the touchstone at the same time as the other Awakened, it took a long moment indeed for Sirius to do anything more than stand still, looking forward but not really seeing. His astral form was unusual for a Mastigos, features highlighted and sharpened by the corona of light that surrounded him; a pair of markings on his shoulders glowed faintly on their own, the right a sigil of some sorts and the left a stylized starbust.
"It's longer than you think..." he said quietly, more to himself than the others, before he finally snapped back to what passed for reality this far into the Astral, shaking his head as though to clear it. "Christ..." The light fractures into bands of color as he called up his own Amnion and looked towards the others, a notable unease about the man.
Jessie Taylor: glances over her should to look at Sirius "Everything alright back there?" her tone both curious with a hint of concern in it
Little Fox: A shift in Fox's posture, and she moves to take up a place at Sirius' side as naturally as if she had been planning that all along. Her composure is literally inhuman at this point, so she's as calm as if nothing of interest has happened whatsoever. "Are you ready to move on?" the Thyrsus asks, head canted to the side, gold-green eyes glittering.
AdHoc: The ecstatic winds begin to blow the black dirt about, causing eddies and little dust devils here and there. It won't be long before a gust comes along, and it would be best not to be here when that happened.
Ripeka Carpenter: "If you are, we should get going," Kotahitanga glances at Sirius.
Jessie Taylor: "I agree, if everyone is ready we should get to it. Getting caught in the middle of a storm something that we're going to want to happen."
Jeremiah Hamilton: "Good enough." Sirius nodded to Fox's question. "We've got somewhere we need to be that's not here."
Little Fox: "Mmm," agrees the Orphan of Proteus. "To misquote Shakespeare, lead on, Macduff."
Jessie Taylor: "Well we can go quick and dangerous or slower but less dangerous. Any preferences?"
Ripeka Carpenter: "Anyone object to taking the faster route?" Kotahitanga asks, taking point and moving forward.
Alexis Bartram: "I think we need to make up lost time, unfortunately. I would rather take the safer way, but I'm concerned about time."
Jeremiah Hamilton: Another small nod from the Warlock. "Quicker we get there, quicker we get back."
Little Fox: Wordlessly, Revontulet follows Kotahitanga.
AdHoc: Thyrsii know dirt, apparently. With Kotahi leading the way and Fox orienteering, they're able to move from the bare soil of this region of the Keb into a more grassy and Mediterranean climate. Truthfully, it all has the feeling of Greek Islands, the Ecstatic Winds carrying with them the scent of saltwater. Which means they must be near the water realm, one supposes.
It stems to reason. The Greeks had many myths about their caves. The Mysterium still holds with many of them, in truth. That the cave Fox locates is mist-filled and somewhat noxious smelling is just super duper fitting. But! Down through the cave is the fast way through.
Ripeka Carpenter: The enemy's gate Whorl is down. Which is probably why Kotahitanga moves to enter the cave, casting a quick glance over her shoulder to check the others are still with her.
Little Fox: "This way," offers Revontulet, shifting their cloak, and pads off alongside the other Shaman. Apparently not prone to much conversation at the moment, just -- moving. Her keen nose wrinkles up, and she makes a Face at the smell of it, pulling the fox-skin up over her nose, heading onward.
Alexis Bartram: Alexis keeps glancing around, looking for anything that is noticably out of place as they travel along.
Jessie Taylor: "Interesting, this place feels like some of the Greek Islands which I am connected to on a fairly deep level." she says this more to herself than anyone else
Jeremiah Hamilton: Sirius kept pace with the others as they headed towards the cave in question, watching warily as they went just in case...
AdHoc: The journey down seems decidedly perilous. There's smoke, a sulfurous and rancid stench like rotten eggs that, by the end of it all, has left all of them with a considerable headache and short on breath. But their astral forms don't seem to be suffering for it beyond the pain in the noggins.
That is when Balm's voice breaks into the Astral through the mental link.
You all are having trouble breathing out here-- it appears to be psycho-somatic. If this keeps up, we're pulling you out. Try to get out of wherever you are if you can.
Little Fox: "I've got this," Fox offers mildly, adding, "This is silly, we should just -- be better." 'Better' according to an Orphan of Proteus is -- well, the flash of Fox's sharp vulpine teeth might grant insight into what she considers 'better.' Her High Speech is warbled, like the gekkering of a fox chattering to its skulk, and Fox's Nimbus flares, the scent of cut greenery and petrichor, and a calming feeling like extended eye contact with a canine companion or close friend.
Ripeka Carpenter: Kotahitanga isn't an Orphan of Proteus, but she is a frequent shapeshifter herself. So being able to echolocate isn't that new to her. "Thanks, Sibling," she chirps, glancing at Fox.
Jeremiah Hamilton: Sirius blinked as the transformation took hold, taking a moment to adjust before giving Fox a nod. "Thanks..."
Jessie Taylor: looks at the "modifications" and sort of frowns a bit, clearly not used to transformations of any sort really. Especially when it's in the Astral but all the less does offer an appreciative nod
AdHoc: With the environment no longer a factor, the rest of the passage is largely inconsequential. It's dark, it's creepy, it would probably kill a less powerful or less prepared set of travelers, and thankfully they're able to navigate it without too awful much difficulty.
As they progress it gets hotter, as though they were nearing the mantle or perhaps some hellish underworld. But that's not the case at all. Eventually, they step out of a cave onto the surface of what must be one of the inner-ring planets. The sun glares overhead, dominating the sky in a way they've probably only seen in movies. The ground is baked, dry, and cracked. The atmosphere is scalding, the air unbreathable, and none of that really matters because the Whorl is where the rules really just sort of stop mattering.
The Sidereal Wastes do not conform to the norms of other locations. These are the dreams of planets and stars and the timeless, empty void. While they feel the heat and while they know they'd be bursting into flame were it their actual bodies, here it's no problem whatsoever. They're safe as pilgrims.
Little Fox: The way that Fox looks when she shows up after flying through the Sol system like, indeed, Superman, second to last -- rather later than everyone else -- puts some extra weight to the idea that armor is a dang good thing. Also that Fox is a specialist, because her Amnion is not nearly as strong as others. Lacerations cross her face and arms, and one of her eyes is genuinely really fucked-up looking.
But being an Orphan of Proteus means that one of the bruises on her cheek heals itself in a handful of seconds, as the bright light of Mercury catches the back of her eyes, a flash of eyeshine in a manner that human eyes don't do. "Well," she croaks. "That was awful."
Jessie Taylor: It hadn't taken Aletheia too long to actually get there, so she was waiting for a while. And doing her best to start preparing for the next phase of the trip, though she made sure to be aware of her surroundings so she'd know when they got arrived:
Alexis Bartram: Alexis' Amnion is studded with minature craters, like the surface of some moon that has been bombarded by a meteor shower. "That...is something I will not be attempting by myself anytime soon," she groans as she staggers to a halt on the shores of the Oroboros, taking the time before the later members of their party arrive to catch her breath, though she unfortunatly is still sporting a bruised and battered corpus.
Jeremiah Hamilton: Once they were settled enough to press on through the Wastes Sirius scanned the skies above them for his stellar namesake, using it as a guide as he cut his own path to the shores beyond. He arrived alongside Aletheia, stepping gingerly on his left leg thanks to the gash left there by the Wind but otherwise only looking a little banged up.
Ripeka Carpenter: Kotahitanga arrives a while after even Fox, looking pretty fucked up herself. She's not nearly as quick a healer as the other Scion, either, though a moment's chanting in High Speech takes care of the worst of it.
Little Fox: Apparently not waiting for the rest of it to heal via their Attainment, Fox flexes their fingers and Mends the rest of their body. The rather horrendous -- and frankly, 'looks a little like it should have maybe killed her' -- wounds just close up like zippers shutting. All better. "Anyone else hurting and can't sort it themself?" the Shaman asks.
AdHoc: After the riot and turmoil of the Sidereal Wastes, the shores of Oroboros are placid by comparison. The waters of the dark ocean lap calmly up the sandy shore, deceptively inviting. Here, the Aeonic Citadels pepper the shore, the nearest being that of the Citadel of Dahhak, the Orchid of Pandemonium. A flower of metal and gleaming red gemstone with a massive gate guarded by pillars of flame.
Further on, the Copse of the Snake and Stag. The Unquiet Mansion of Stygia is further up in the other direction. Beyond that, the Fallen Tree of Arcadia. And at the head of the beach, the Immanent Temple of the Aether. A small ramshackle hut rests near the beach, more or less at the center of the band of citadels.
And there, near the Copse, rooted in place, the ur-Tree. It can be no other than what they've come to find. It looks like the tree they rest beside in the Fallen World, only ... impossible moreso. Giant, yes. But magnificent. The dream the tree has of itself. As alike to itself in the Fallen world as Aletheia to her presence here in the Astral realms. And it is positively surrounded by goetia of stone and ice, as though something drug them here through the Wastes and left them at the foot of the tree.
And while the others may not be able to see it from where they're standing, Alexis is all but blinded by the light of a single perfect fruit hanging from one of the low branches. It's like staring into a laser, trying to look at it. For her, anyway.
Jeremiah Hamilton: "Could use a hand..." Sirius replied to Fox's inquiry, taking in their surroundings with the appropriate amount of awe for such a sight. "Haven't looked into that yet."
Alexis Bartram: "Oww. OWW." Alexis twists away after staring for a moment, "I think I know what staring into the light of my own potential for enlightnment looks like. Owwwwww."
AdHoc: A stoop backed figure in tattered gray robes hobbles out of the hut near the water and settles down on a bit of drift wood near a firepit, and begins stoking it. He offers the group a wave, even at this distance, and motions for them to join him should they wish a rest after their long journey.
The goetia around the tree remain still, staring outwards as though waiting. Though some of them do seem to be staring at the group, now.
Jessie Taylor: She smiles towards Fox and offers a small nod "Thank you for the help." her attention then turns quickly towards the tree as she begins to study it, her eyes do drift towards the old man
Jeremiah Hamilton: Sirius relaxed as Fox's spell did it's trick and tended to the worst of the injuries he had received, giving them a nod. "Thanks...need to work on that one next." He looked towards the tree first, although the old man's emergence did catch his attention. "...huh."
Jessie Taylor: "I believe he's the Old Man of the Abyss . . . we should proceed with caution."
Little Fox: Another round of gekkering, another flash of their Nimbus, and Fox flashes her sharp vulpine teeth in something close to a smile at Aletheia. "Can't be walking around wounded. Well, you could." Her gold-green gaze gets drawn to the old man. "I think -- " And then Aletheia speaks, and Fox frowns. "Well, let's not, then."
Alexis Bartram: "Oh. See, that's why I'm glad more experienced people are here. I did not know that."
Jessie Taylor: "Also . . . don't touch the water, you will cease to exist. We can talk to him its just if we do so it should be with caution."
Jeremiah Hamilton: "Already did that once today, so no thank you..." Sirius said quietly to himself, doing a poor job at supressing a shudder before turning his attention back to the tree. "Should probably get what we're here for first, no?"
Ripeka Carpenter: "Seems like a good plan to me," Kotahitanga nods to Sirius, starting to walk towards the ur-Tree.
Alexis Bartram: "That seems like a good idea. Why is it surrounded by goetia?" Alexis is limiting her looks at the tree to quick glances, like trying to look at the road ahead while in a car driving west at sunset.
AdHoc: For once, travel is a simple matter. Complicated only by the fact that sand shifts underfoot. As they near the tree, the Goetia that encircle the tree-- the ones not facing away, anyway --all turn their heads to watch the group. They're not barring entry. There's plenty of space between each of them to walk right on through towards the tree itself. They look to be Goetia of space rocks and comets, little asteroids and icy stones collected from the whorl and bound to this place. To reach the fruit the conventional way, one will need to enter the ring of their watch. Not that they seem intent on stopping anyone just now.
Little Fox: "I would prefer to continue to exist, that's the only way to continue with experiencing things," offers Fox drily, moving with literally inhuman grace over the shifting sands, not bothered by it in the least. The little Shaman stares openly at the space rocks Goetia. "... you're so pretty." Fox, honestly.
Jessie Taylor: "They could be possibly be a part of its court as long as we don't do anything that's openly hostile against the tree we should be alright. Oh the waters do have their uses, sometimes people throw in memories which they no longer wish to hold. You would have to imagine the memory to give it form then cast it into the waters and it will vanish forever."
Ripeka Carpenter: Kotahitanga glances at Fox at the last comment, arching an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything about it, instead pausing only briefly before entering the ring of Goetia.
Jeremiah Hamilton: "...noted." A pin was stuck in that particular comment from Aletheia, but Sirius kept his focus on the tree and the goetia surrounding it for the moment as they pressed on. When they reached the ring he gave the nearby beings a respectful nod, although he waited to enter until Alexis herself did so, moving alongside his cadremate as a show of support.
Alexis Bartram: "Hi." Alexis says, staring up into the branches of the tree above as she walks amongst the goetia, "Its nice to finally meet you."
AdHoc: Once the party begins to enter the ring of Goetia, they all slowly turn around from facing outward to facing inward. Neither the planetoid Goetia nor the tree responds to the greeting. It's all quite quiet and serene, all told. The fruit dangles invitingly from a low branch, in easy reach of anyone who wishes to reach for it.
Little Fox: "They are," Fox insists, the fur on her Amnion bristling briefly before smoothing down again. She wrinkles her nose at the thought of tossing memories into the water, and sidles over to stand underneath the fruit, reaching a grubby little hand up toward it.
Alexis Bartram: Alexis would reach up and then hesitate before saying or doing anything.
Jessie Taylor: "I think whoever has the strongest connection to the tree should be the one to get the fruit."
Jeremiah Hamilton: Sirius gave Alexis a nod when she reached for it. "It's yours...go for it."
Little Fox: The Child of the Tree looks at Aletheia, and looks briefly confused. "There's no possible way to adjudicate such a thing," the Thyrsus laughs, but her hand draws back, and she tips up her chin at Alexis. "But this fruit is yours."
Ripeka Carpenter: "What they said," Kotahitanga agrees, tipping her head towards Fox.
Alexis Bartram: "...Little Fox, would you help me in harvesting the fruit of the tree? The fruit may be mine, but I am not one of her children." Alexis offers as a compromize, "I also have a message for her, from her reflection that lives and grows in the Underworld."
Little Fox: "It costs me nothing to let you have your moment," answers the Orphan of Proteus, flashing one of her toothy grins at the Mystagogue. "This experience is yours. To steal it would be a crime." And that, it seems, is that. She shifts her weight onto her back foot.
Jessie Taylor: "It's merely a personal thought, I have no idea who here is most connected to the tree as there are a multiple ways one could be connected to it. I know it's not me, I am simply here to help guide, learn, and offer what knowledge I have about the realms." she says with a shrug of her shoulders, though her eyes look over towards the Old Man
AdHoc: He offers Aletheia a cheerful wave and gestures at his fire. He's put a kettle on for tea and everything!
Alexis Bartram: "...look, someone is gonna have to give me a boost." Alexis admits, looking up at the fruit, "I don't think jumping up and grabbing it fits the dignity worthy of the moment."
Ripeka Carpenter: "I can do that," Kotahitanga points out with a grin, moving to stand underneath the fruit, cupping her hands together.
Alexis Bartram: Alexis makes use of the offered platform to reach up and gently take hold of the fruit, her eyes narrowed against the blinding light it gives off to her sight"Thank you for this gift of your fruit." She says to the tree, "I hope it will continue to help us learn the lessons you have for us. Your sister-reflection in the Underworld bids that we convey to you her love." Alexis takes a deep breath after having said her piece, and then gives the fruit a gentle pull.
AdHoc: When Alexis's fingers touch the fruit, she's filled with a sense of rightness. Of oneness. As though some part of her that had chipped off during her Awakening had found its way back to her, somehow. Perhaps it did. Perhaps it's just a trick of the Astral, and all of its many mystic synergies.
That's the good part.
The bad part is that the moment the stem gives way, everyone's passive mage sight goes haywire as more than half a dozen hung spells spill out of the stem and proceed directly into Alexis by way of her touch. There's a split second, perhaps, where they stand a chance of counter-spelling some of the effects. But there's simply more of the effects than there are of the party, and one of them has her hands formed into a stirrup.
And in that moment, too, the Goetia which had been sitting idle, watching the goings on with dispassionate interest begin to stir, and advance inwards towards the party of Awakened.
Jessie Taylor: Aletheia reacts quite quickly to the sudden turn of events, several of her keys fly towards the spell that was going off and begins to circle around it, attempting to contain whatever was being released:
Alexis Bartram: Alexis throws all of her burgeoning skill with the Prime arcana and every ounce of willpower she can muster into countering the spells that snap out against her from hiding
AdHoc: There are simply too many effects coursing into Alexis. One is unraveled before it can take effect, but most efforts at countering the onslaught can't overcome the will off the one behind them. For all that it was a truly dizzying array of effects a full six do take hold on her dreamself's pattern before winking out with no outwardly negative effects. Alexis feels no different, her dream body is otherwise unharmed. She has her free will, her soul is in tact, her fate is as it should be. And if her dream body survives, scrutiny may reveal more!
Of course, there's the Goetia lumbering towards them all seeking to ensure that doesn't happen.
Little Fox: "Oh, fuck this," snarls the Orphan, and then her voice shifts into that strange gekkering version of High Speech, fingers forming the Yantra that calls forth the earth beneath their feet -- it rises to attack all of the Goetia at once, striking up into their celestial bodies. This does seem to very much upset Fox, but she does it all the same.
AdHoc: The collection of rock and ice, animate though it is, staggers backwards briefly from the earth that lurches upwards to attack them. Two of the stone giants and one of the icy cometoids close in on the Thyrsus in the wake of it, slamming their fists and-- in the case of the ice creature --blasting her with a stream of icy shards that tear into her dream form like shotgun pellets.
Little Fox: Well, that hurts. Fox is knocked back a step and bleeds. Like, a lot.
Ripeka Carpenter: Kotahitanga seems similarly unhappy, glaring at the icy cometoid that'd targeted Fox, chanting in High Speech until a ball of extremely compressed air speeds from her cupped hands towards it.
AdHoc: The cometoid reels from Kotahitanga's attack and staggers backwards again, looking dazed and perhaps rethinking this whole idea.
Two of the ice creatures zero in on Alexis and her fruit and cut loose with a pair of ice blasts that tear into her dream form like shrapnel. Kotahitanga, similarly faces down being intercepted by one of the larger rock creatures who slams its dusty fist into her chest with a heavy thud.
Strangely, there's no malice from the Goetia. No roars of challenge, no rage, nothing.
Jessie Taylor: Aletheia extends a hand as her words echo out in a command of High Speech "Return your minds to the beginning and cease your actions." (If this is successful it lasts 10 turns and affects 10 of them)
AdHoc: The creatures lurch to a halt and freeze in place, their limbs going slack at their sides. The combat is over, it seems. For now, in any case.
Ripeka Carpenter: "Anyone need healing? Rashida?"
Jessie Taylor: "We can leave or finish this, they are locked in a mental loop of their own creation." she informs the group quickly "The choice is your's."
Alexis Bartram: Rashida's body and armor are riddled with bleeding gashes and rents, but she stands without needing help, "I'm hurt, but its just my astral body. I'm far more concerned about something like six spells snapping into me and doing absolutely nothing that is immediately apparent. That is fucking TERRIFYING."
Little Fox: The Orphan's hands are already moving even as Kotahi asks, forming the mudra for Mending as she gekkers her High Speech once more. "Let's get somewhere else," Fox offers once she completes the spell, weaving dream bodies back to health, "and figure out what the fuck just happened."
Jeremiah Hamilton: Sirius' eyes had gone wide when the barrage of spells unleashed themselves against Alexis, with the Warlock doing his best to unweave at least one of them but seeing the counterspell fail once again. "Agreed. Son of a bitch..."
Ripeka Carpenter: "I don't like the idea of leaving anything lying in wait for other people visiting the Tree, but I suppose we can come back if we have to," Kotahitanga sighs, turning towards Fox. "Any first thoughts, Sibling?"
Jessie Taylor: "It will end soon, so we must decide quickly, time is different here as we all have experienced."
AdHoc: Balm's voice cuts into the chatter, sounding a bit more tense than she's sounded through all of this.
The wards at the Consilium are receiving incoming effects. I've sent Epiphanius to fetch Yoshitsune and some arrows. Gardener and Man are here, of course. It looks like we may be under attack. We'll get you as much time as we can, if you want to remain under. But I strongly advise you touchstone out of there, or chase your cords back to your Oneiroi.
Little Fox: "Whatever has happened has already happened. We need to go, and return more prepared for what we'll face, and most importantly, figure out what the fuck was just done to one of our own. But we need to get the fuck out, now, before this gets worse." And that's before Balm speaks. Once that voice comes in, Fox just gestures with one hand. "Time to pull the ripcord, youse."
Ripeka Carpenter: "Agreed," Kotahitanga nods, releasing her Amnion to pull the touchstone from her pocket. "Gather in, everyone."
Alexis Bartram: "We should go." Alexis reaches for the telepathy effect Elder Balm, there was a trap of both goetia and spellcraft lying in wait upon the fruit. While we have it, I am deeply concerned about the spells which succeeded in affecting me but have had no discernible effect as yet.
Jeremiah Hamilton: Sirius nodded and moved closer to Kotahi, keeping a close eye on Alexis as he did so.
AdHoc: Get safe, child. Your body is here and whole, and we can repair your mind if it was damaged. You have the fruit. Mission accomplished. Time to come home.
Jessie Taylor: 'I took care of the one that went for your Mind, I can attempt to get rid of some of the others later." she offers Alexis, then lets out a small sigh "I'll be back again, next time will be more peaceful I hope."
Little Fox: "Fucking Seers," mutters Fox, as if it's obvious that it must be Seers. Probably when Fox stubs their toe on the coffee table in the middle of the night, she thinks it's a Panopticon Plot. This is the side effects of living with Guardians for decades. But, she gathers in close.
AdHoc: With the communion over the Touchstone complete, they are once more shunted across all creation for an interminable span of time. Unfeeling, unseeing, nothingness. And then light breaks into the darkness, and the sound of commotion and shouting voices replaces the silence. The unfeeling is replaced by stiff muscles and sore lungs, vestiges of their trip through the Keb. Passive mage sight is going haywire as spells flare out into being above the arboretum's glass ceiling and fade against the slowly dwindling wards.
"I wouldn't suggest walking outside just now," Balm remarks calmly from her wheelchair, "and you may want to pay a visit to the armory. We may have to fight our way out."
Little Fox: "Oh, lovely," offers Fox, sitting up naked and smeared in runes made of dried mud and blood. "Well, here we go."
Ripeka Carpenter: "I'm not much of a fighter unless someone with Mind is boosting me, but I can stay on the back lines and heal anyway," Kotahitanga offers in turn, sitting up as well.
Jessie Taylor: "I am a Master of Mind and Second degree adept of Space and Spirit and will most likely be summoning a few allies to help out with this fight."
Alexis Bartram: "I think I shouldn't risk doing anything until we can pick apart what these spells are doing. I feel like a ticking time bomb and I do not appreciate whoever did it to me. Where should I go?"
Jeremiah Hamilton: Sirius sat up slowly, that same unease that the others had seen when they arrived in the Astral present once again. "Can get her where she needs to go and keep her in one piece."
AdHoc: "The Hall is as warded a place as we have," Balm suggests. "Either that or the Censorium of her caucus. But you'd need Yaroslav's help to portal her there, she's the only one I can think of who passes all of the wards involved."
Jeremiah Hamilton: Sirius nodded, looking towards Alexis. "Got a preference?"
Alexis Bartram: "Hall."
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