|Wonder City Stories (wonder_city) wrote,|
@ 2011-09-24 09:47 am UTC
|Entry tags:||brainchild, maelstrom, megan, mystery_man, nereid, renata, sator, simon, tam_lane, the_equestrian, wire|
The door in the middle of the room burst open and the tail end of an ear-shattering scream blew in.
Maelstrom stepped in front of the Equestrian. Wire stepped between the door and the device holding Sophie's spirit captive. Tam stepped behind Nereid.
A light whipped through the door and struck Wire in the chest, knocking her flat. It continued unimpeded on its path into the funnel, spiraling down into darkness.
There was a pop. And another one. And another. The pops came faster and harder, like a machine gun, and Nereid suddenly realized that the walls of vacuum tubes were shattering, making noise like champagne corks in a fire, and the lights were diving down after the first, consumed by the funnel.
The shrieking scrapes of stone on stone and the thrum and grind of the gears sped up around them.
As Wire picked herself up, a little balding man with white hair and muttonchop sideburns wearing an out-of-date suit stepped through the door, tossing aside a small device that looked like a miniature gramophone.
He stopped, staring at them all through his wire-rim glasses, first with bewilderment, then with growing rage.
"Will interference from you confounded paranormals never end?" he demanded angrily.
"I don't suppose it will," the Equestrian said, a ball of green light growing in one of her hands.
There was a crash from the other side of the doorway, and Nereid heard a familiar voice shouting, "SATOR!"
"Megan?" Nereid exclaimed, then clapped both hands over her mouth as Sator glanced at her, amused.
"Don't worry, dear," he said, removing his glasses and tucking them in the breast pocket of his shirt. "I already knew her name. Humans are so careless."
The great golden-furred wolf was, apparently, just as much a surprise to Sator as it was to the rest of them, especially given the way Simon tackled Sator squarely behind the knees, knocking the magician on his face.
"Oh, that'll piss him off," Maelstrom said, snorting flame out of his human-looking face. "Magicians are sticklers about their dignity."
Simon looked up and around at everyone, and his gaze locked on Nereid. The next moment, Nereid felt someone in her mind.
Pardon the intrusion, Pacifica, a sweet, mild woman's voice said. My name is Renata Scott, and I'll be your telepathic link for today.
Oh, thank fuck, a way to talk, Wire said into the link.
Excellent, the Equestrian said, and her mental voice was much older than her physical one.
Sator rose up from the floor in a graceful swoop, his feet well above the ground and energies crackling around each hand. "I have no patience for this," he intoned.
The dome continued to open its eye to another sky wider and wider.
Note from the Author:
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