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Just a quotes dump. Some of them have less connection to her master than others. Anything I missed?
So I'm a Freak. Sue Me.| So I'm a Freak. Sue Me. |
Meanwhile, somewhere out of Jericho, or anyone elses' awareness...
Hekate looked at the cloaked figure she called "master" quietly. He was standing in the circle of lifelessness a mile away from the school boundary. No one ever came here, and scrying would always fail in the circle. She hated it here, as the place left her feeling like worms were crawling under her skin, or like she was slowly melting, or sometimes even with a simple feeling of dread. She wasn't sure which sensation was worse.
"Is everything moving forward, Hekate?"
"Yes master," She nodded, "the Alphas have done as you asked, and the arrangements that need done are done. It's just a matter of waiting to see what happens."
"Excellent. You make me glad I am teaching you..." He left the rest unspoken, but Hekate was well aware of what would happen to her if she was ever less than useful.
"Something for which I'm glad." Lying through her teeth was easy. She had tried to escape this one's influence before but had failed each time, not because she objected to his methods, but because she didn't like being his errand-girl.
"Very well, and the augury I instructed you to perform?"
Hekate nodded. "It is done, but you may not like the results."
"I'll decide that, tell me now."
Biting back the burning retort to his mightier-than-thou tone she took a deep breath and began. "The path is still in flux. The forces arrayed behind and against us are still balanced perfectly. As it stands now without much more trial the outcome would be uncertain."
He nodded. Gods she wanted to see his face, just once, so she would know who it was she was dealing with.
"It is more or less as predicted then. I just wished to see if any variables had come into play I was previously unaware of."
She gritted her teeth. This was the bad part. "There IS a variable. Everything is in balance, but a new factor has come into the mix, a total wild card, brought on by the violence of Samhain. Before it was just shadows in the dark like the rest. There is no way to tell wether it will help, hinder or do nothing, but when it does it will take the extremes of such with no halfway measures."
"Interesting." He sounded too calm. This wasn't going to be fun. "Continue."
"No names, no faces, just a troupe of shadows with four images. The Bard with a heart of fury, An angel of mercy cloaked in the pain of others, a Shaman with two hearts and one mind, and a murderer with the soul of a Paladin. The other shadows were indistinct and unformed, as if they are waiting to awaken, and they may or may not. But these four can fall in any direction, and when they do they will fall with abandon."
The hiss of displeasure was audible. "And our main adversaries?"
"Still as they were in the beginning."
"Very well. Start hunting for these wild cards of yours. I want them brought to heel quickly and quietly, before they reach their full potential."
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| So I'm a Freak. Sue Me. |
Late that night, in the Devisor Lab...
Hands rattled the lock Jericho had kept on his locker. After a moment, the hands simply took the expedient route of shearing the lock off the whole thing, before the figure slipped inside. After a moment of searching he found what he was looking for, the design schematics for the Duplex wave generator Jericho had built for his armor, kindly logged to a CD that was filed neatly amongst all the other odds and ends of records the devisors were required to keep for the Lab so the teachers could track their progress. After finding the prize the figure slipped out of the lab, relocking the heavy doors on the way out.
Yes, this overlapping TK Brick energy field the boy had developed would be perfect for another project, one no one needed know about.
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The Turks or the Geek| The Turks or the Geek |
She looked up. "This makes no sense. I see Generator and Bladedancer using magic. I see Fey using martial arts. I see a dead girl who is not dead. I see a screen which is not a screen, and a shadow which does not shade. I see Chaka avoiding battle. I see the four Kimbas emerging victorious over all the forces of The Turks. This must be a trick of some sort."
Sebastiano looked at her and grinned wickedly. "Don't you see? It's a bluff. A magical bluff. The Kimba bimbos know their four can't beat all The Turks at full strength. So they get their mages to do some rite to interfere with precognition and scrying and foreseeing, so The Turks will cry off and look like fools. You're seeing what they want you to see."
Hekate bristled at him. "I doubt that. You may know a great deal about telepathy, but you have no understanding of the complexity of what you so blithely propose." Still, the faerie was a very powerful mage, and there was simply no telling what powers the Kellith might be able to call upon. It was remotely possible. And the images made no sense. If only she had a way to talk with her master before the scheduled arena match, perhaps he could help. Or perhaps he would merely punish her for her failure. She shuddered inwardly at the idea.
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Jade 6| Jade 6 |
As always, Hekate was forced to meet with her mentor in the woods, almost a mile beyond the school border. Although surrounded by towering pines and desiccated, dead looking oak, the clearing itself was dead of all life and vegetation. You didn't need to be mystically sensitive to feel the way the circle sucked at the life force of all that crossed its obvious boundary. In the exact center of the barren ground, a rough and weathered slab like a fallen piece of Stonehenge lay half-buried in the dirt. Had it served as a table for ancient beings? Or was it an alter for dark gods that had pre-dated man?
Hekate didn't know and didn't care. Bad as this area was normally, it was even worse now as the sun set. The place scared her spitless, but she came just the same. It wasn't easy to find tutors in the blackest of magics. She'd tried. This one had found her, shaping and guiding her since shortly after her powers had first appeared. He had always terrified and fascinated her, even though she'd never even seen his face. Many times, she had searched for a new tutor, or tried to break away on her own. She hadn't succeeded yet, but someday...
"You're late." The voice came from behind her. He always appeared behind her, no matter how she tried to watch her back.
"It would be easier if you didn't force me to hike all the way out here into the woods!" she yelled back.
"Quiet. I don't think you want to wake what sleeps here. Not without some ... offering ... to appease it."
"Whatever. Did you get what I need?"
The hooded, black-cloaked man strode forward. "You will speak to me with respect!" Grabbing her face, holding her jaw, he forced her to turn and stare into the empty hood. "Is that understood?"
"Yes... Master."
"Good. Now explain why you need this."
Rubbing her jaw, Hekate walked the perimeter of the barren circle. Her master had long ago explained that nothing of this world could spy on them when they were within the circle – not technology, nor psychic senses, nor magical scrying. To even attempt it was to risk madness or worse. So despite the creepy feelings, Hekate remained inside the dead ground.
"There's this shapeshifter. A real freak. Completely spastic, only with shapeshifting, changing all the time into all sorts of junk. Forks, knives, socket wrench, sword, wheels. And she can't even hold still, it's like she's always squirming. Her body changes too. There's this story – well, never mind, but trust me, she's a freak job. So about a month ago she comes to me and says that she heard about the job I did on Succubus."
"I thought that was a failure," the cloaked man said.
"Yeah, but I didn't exactly advertise that fact. The girl messed with me, so I used your little spell to tweak her body image. So now she's got red skin, horns, batwings, and a tail. You and I both know that I was actually trying to turn her into a giant, grotesque bat-thing. Maybe my exact design bounced, but she still got changed. It's been eight months now, so I'm guessing it's permanent. The people who know, the people who matter, all they know is that she dissed me and now she looks like a freak devil girl. Word's getting around."
"And it reached this shapeshifter?"
"Yeah, like I said, she heard about a month ago. She's tired of being a freak. I did the research, like you said. Said I could 'help' her, if she got a 'donor' body."
The dark man radiated a deep satisfaction "So you've finally pushed her over the edge?"
Hekate shook her head, sending her raven-black ponytail swinging. "Get this, she thinks she might have a line on a volunteer."
"Does she understand what's in store for the 'volunteer'?"
Hekate a smile so innocent that simply looking at her you knew that butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "I must have missed that part. I did tell her that the donor 'would probably lose their own body,' but I said it was probably symbolic or allegorical or something. I told her that it was her responsibility to figure out what that meant."
"You didn't give her access to the spell?"
"Do I look stupid? Anyway, get this, she thinks she'll be able to convince the donor, so I need the final incantation."
"Very well. Remember that your power over this new tool of yours must follow the rule of three. You'll need three ties to bind her – I leave the mechanisms up to you."
"Interesting that you should call her that," Hekate mentioned, "since that's her name – Tool. Kinda appropriate, isn't it?"
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Christmas Elves| Christmas Elves |
Hekate slipped away, ignoring the current combat tests. The next group up wasn't hers, and she knew this test would take a while. Meanwhile, in the confusion of finals, no one even noticed. She was still careful as she crossed the innocent-seeming stone fence that marked the perimeter of campus.
You'd think they'd know better, she thought contemptuously of her fellow students.
Most of the students thought that the low stone fence that circled campus was a property boundary. But like so much of Whateley, it was a mystic construct so grand that it took the breath away. At the same time, it was hidden in plain sight, in such a drab, obvious façade that the mystically ignorant missed it entirely. A rude fence of piled stone, ho-hum. In truth, the perimeter fence was a mystic circle exactly one Roman league in diameter, constructed to appear haphazard though it was in fact mystically precise. It had been layered over generations with power for containment and protection. Though it was intangible to foes of the mundane variety, mystic intruders were forced to exert the greatest effort to pierce this barrier. And such an intrusion could not be made silently, which was the true point behind the barrier.
In addition to the mystic defense, campus security had peppered the area inside and outside the circle with surveillance devices. But those devices were mere technology. Her dark tutor had demonstrated early on how magic trumped technology. As much as she owned her true name, Hekate owned her image, her body warmth, and even the sounds she made. There were ways to reclaim those possessions, though they took power, knowledge, and preparation. She triggered those spells now, and the simplistic devices never recorded her image, the sonar buoys never painted the echo of an intruding body.
Whateley's Outer Circle was the true challenge, particularly since she practically glowed with magic. Evading the technology had made her all the more obvious to mystic senses. The circle reported to its current wardens, whom she suspected were senior members of the campus' magic department – Circe, Ophelia Tenent, Earth Mother, perhaps even Headmistress Carson herself. It was best not to come to their attention. But again, her mentor's teaching gave her the trick of it. Without guile or deception, she let her intentions be clear. She was a legitimate student here, and she had implicit permission to enter and leave campus. She intended no harm to the campus at large, and none to the student body in general. In those intentions she was clear and honest.
And that was all that was required to pass through without detection or hindrance.
The trek took two miles. This time, the site was unimpressive. Merely a clearing, with some sort of irregular black stain in the center. That was all. Merely a subtle landmark that would never even be noticed by someone who wasn't a sensitive.
Her mentor had warned her that he might be late. His tutelage had taught Hekate the necessity of patience. She stood, shuffling from foot to foot as she waited. She'd dressed warmly, which was wise since there was still a crust of snow on the ground.
After five minutes, she realized something odd about the "stain." It had sharp edges. Leaves had fallen across the boundary of the black stain, and had become tainted themselves, but only on the portion "inside" the stain.
It's probably just a paint spill, she thought, kicking new leaves to cover it.
She looked away for a while. Looking back, she realized that the new leaves were now marked. The "stain" had been transmitted to them, in exactly the same size and shape.
A bit worried, she poked a stick into the dark area, to see what was there. But there was nothing. Just bare ground, stained black.
When she withdrew the stick, the portion that had been "inside" slumped loosely. It had lost the stiffness of the rest of the stick, and seemed to have become slightly gelatinous, like the body of a slug. Then it began to emit a pus-like foam. Hekate flung the stick from herself.
She turned away from the blight, but then her mind kept wondering, What sort of creature might crawl out of a stain like that?
So then she turned to watch it, but then her mind wondered, What would it be like, to reach my hand into that place? And the thought grew and grew, like a sick compulsion.
She was nearly ready to scream, when a voice suddenly spoke from behind her.
"I trust you've been able to keep yourself entertained?"
"Thank God!"
"No, I think not, my dear. I think not."
"Whatever." Hekate responded with a little snort. She forgot her fright the same way she forgot anything that didn't suit her. "I'm here. Did you come up with anything?"
"So impatient." As always, her mentor was an unseen figure hidden beneath an all-concealing brown cloak. The only clue she had to his identity was that he was only a few inches taller than her, and that his voice was so deep it rumbled.
"You know, it would be easier if you didn't force me to hike all the way out here into the woods!" she retorted.
"Ah, is little Hekate upset?" He questioned with a touch of amusement in his voice.
She winced internally as he said that, hating the way this one managed to make her feel almost insignificant. "Yes. Sebastiano is taking a vacation over Christmas break leaving me high and dry with the ritual. And he's doing it deliberately."
"The difficulties of your questionable love life don't interest me, dear." He answered with a chuckle. "What does concern me is that the Thrall spell I gave you is very time sensitive. It must be renewed before the full year has passed or your thralls will be free and able to talk about what was done to them. That would be somewhat detrimental to you, my dear."
"Don't worry about that," Hekate assured. "All I need do is set things up, order Cav and Sky-slut into the circle and re-zap them. They'll walk willingly into anything I tell them to, whether it's a Fool's Circle or a bonfire."
"I agree, you make it sound simple," her master agreed. "Unless you plan to add someone else this year. What's going on under that black ponytail of yours?"
"Okay, I'm busted," Hekate admitted. But then it wouldn't have been that hard for him to figure out, given the info she'd asked for. "Sebastiano's had the hots for some stupid freshman twat all semester."
"Which of the troublesome freshmen from Team Kimba is he setting his sights on now?" The amusement in his voice was mixed with real interest.
"Nikki Reilly," Hekate nearly spat out. "That so called sidhe queen. What a joke. I mean, I'll admit that she's showing promise. Her combat final was good, and she did even better when she led her friends to do a major slam-down on some Alpha wanna-bes called The Turks a few days ago. And yeah, yeah, I got the part about her being the reincarnation of some ancient and powerful elf queen. I haven't traced down which one, so far."
"Aunghadhail the Warrior Queen," her mentor said quietly. "Paramount of the Nine Queens and Queen of the West. Taking that one in thrall would grant you more power than I think even you might use. I think you underestimate how dangerous she can be."
"Reincarnation or not," Hekate said, decisively, "she's still just a stupid freshman. Whatever she might have been a billion years ago, she's been reborn and has to start from scratch. Just 'cause everyone calls her a queen doesn't mean she is one. Yet." But the promise of power spun in such a lovely way in her mind. "If she's really got the potential to be all that, so much the better for someone who can catch her now, while she's vulnerable, right? And with power like that... maybe I'll be kicking Sebastiano out of my bed. See how he likes that!"
She stopped the laugh before it even started, and turned to face her cloaked master. "So, I told you I needed her weakness. Just like always. You feed me the details and I'll handle the tough part."
"If you think securing the details isn't hard, you have a lot to learn, girl. But as it will always be, I know the answers. Nikki Reilly is a true sidhe, with both the strengths and weaknesses of that race. In particular, she is unable to bear contact with cold iron. In addition to the pain and suffering it will cause her, it will completely negate her magical power. I would suggest that you have a locking shackle made in her size." His voice took on a tone of unholy glee. "I'll leave the task of capturing her and getting her into the shackle as an exercise for the student. Aside from that, your hardest task will be coercing her into the circle. Remember that she must enter of her own free will, although threats, deception, and trickery are allowed."
"That part will be easy enough, if I have the right incentives handy." She flashed a quick, nasty grin. "The girl has family somewhere. She's about to go home. She'll think she's safe. Then it's just a matter of catching her at home, or using a parent or younger sister. Either that, or I'll find some other handy incentive, believe me."
Even her mentor seemed a bit taken aback by that. "That's quite a gamble, isn't it? Touching a student's home or family – if word of that gets out, it won't just be the heroes after you. You'll have Paramount, The Syndicate, you wouldn't even be able to go to Karedonia for refuge."
The girl squirmed uncomfortably for a moment, but she remembered her humiliation and set her jaw. "I don't care!"
The cloaked man chuckled again. "Just checking. If you're subtle enough, you can mess with family and they'll never know."
He bowed his head and seemed to consider.
"Nikki Reilly has gained considerable attention lately. Darrow, that young fool, can't seem to talk about anything else." He nodded to himself. "Between Darrow and the west coast... Yes. I can leverage this. The Syndicate is everywhere. I may be able to give you some extra back-up. IF you don't let them know that you touched the girl's home or family."
The girl was unimpressed. "I'll manage, trust me. And with Syndicate backup..." she smiled.
"Fine. Give me a contact and location, and I'll make sure The Syndicate is there for you. You've got a tight schedule for this. Will you have enough time to pull everything together?"
"More than enough," Hekate nodded.
"I will, of course, require a fair portion of the power that you gain when you snare the Reilly girl," her mentor reminded.
This was the part that Hekate hated most. "All that I have, all that I am is yours, Master," she ritually intoned.
"Just so that you still know that."
"Believe me, Master, I do."
And if, she thought, the stupid freshman is as powerful as everyone seems to think, well, once she's my total mind-slave, maybe it'll be time to reconsider that whole master-apprentice deal. Perhaps a renegotiation will be in order.
Hekate smiled. "I could never forget, Master."
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At the top, they followed the balcony around the perimeter of the atrium, to a set of imposing doors labeled, Central Control. As the guard pushed them open, a man in an unfamiliar military uniform was inside. Displayed on the large screen opposite the doors was an oversized face known to anyone who kept up with the news: Charles Picton Darrow, better known as The Necromancer. The gaunt and elderly face looked up as she entered.
"Ah, our guest of honor. I expect you to give her your full support, Captain!"
The uniformed man nodded. "Of course. And you're in agreement that if we do this thing, it will completely fulfill the debt owed to you."
"Certainly, Captain. Well worth it. Fey will probably trash your whole base, which comes to a bit more than you owe me. Still, she's young. Maybe she'll let down her guard. Each of us falls to mortal fallacy every once in a while."
Hekate set herself and stared at the psychotic-sounding geezer in the screen. "So it's true then? She beat you not once, but twice?"
The man cackled back at her. "You come and talk to me once your plan has succeeded, little girl. If you win, I'll give you whatever you want. Anything in my power. And if you lose, look me up anyway. Once you've had some sense knocked into you, maybe there'll be something worthwhile to salvage." With another cackle, he abruptly signed off.
The uniformed man turned and held out his hand. "How do you do, Miss Thessellarean? I'm Captain Mitch Randall, head of our Kansas City facility."
She was still staring at the screen. "Was that really The Necromancer?"
"You don't recognize your own sponsor?"
"Of...of course I do!"
While Hekate didn't know her master's true identity, she knew he wasn't The Necromancer. But apparently, he was influential enough to have the Necromancer running favors for him. Favors that ran to the tune of an entire Syndicate base.
"Perhaps you'd like a tour of the facilities?" Captain Randall offered.
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It's All In The Timing| It's All In The Timing |
Carefully consulting her notes, compass, astrolabe and calculator, Hekate arranged the cards precisely on the stone altar outside the cave. Normally, she'd rather rip her own eyes out and chew on them than even think of dealing with what was inside that cave, especially on a solstice. But this was really a minor working, and she wouldn't have to actually go INSIDE the cave. No, the redheaded bitch and her darkie slut roommate would take all the risk, while she, Hekate- through her pawn Sebastiano- would reap all the benefit. As it should be. Besides, she wasn't using her own power for this one. And she was sure that HE wouldn't mind her using his power for this, given the outcome. Once the cards were arranged exactly the right way, she lit the candle. The candle didn't resemble a rigid man's phallus; it WAS a petrified man's penis. Don't ask how she got it. Then she placed the large hourglass on the stone altar. The hourglass was filled with the pale blue dust that was all that was left of a living being when Sara Waite was finished with them. Damn nice of the Kellith to leave it laying about all over the place. The pale dust of passed mortality slipped through the narrow mouth, beginning the time when time loses its rigid grip.
Cutting her right forearm with her long knife, Hekate let out a barbaric yawp that echoed through the glade and began a five-minute litany. As the blue 'sand' ran out, Hekate made the sacrifices. She reached into the basket and pulled out the sleeping puppy. She rubbed its tummy and let it lick her face in a show of spontaneous love that only a month-old puppy can be capable of. Then she snapped its neck with practiced calm. The Price of Unconditional Love paid, Hekate proceeded with the Price of Squandered Lifetime. Fortunately for her, that price was easy enough. The bio-devisor's botched experiment was technically still viable, though if it were allowed to come to term it would be an unwarranted kindness to call it an abomination. Hekate placed the glass jar on the altar, and almost immediately the jar began to shake. It shattered as the embryonic figure inside grew to its full potential, a massive 15-foot tall, misshapen monstrosity that stretched out its ill-made arms and screamed an primal protest of outrage at its own existence. But even before it could come to terms with its own being, the aberration passed its allotted span and fell into instant decrepitude, then death, then decay, and finally dust, all in less than a minute. That price paid, Hekate calmly pulled a bottle from her basket, and with a dropper measured out precisely nine tears of genuine regret onto the stone. That bothered her; not for the grief that she'd caused to inspire someone else to shed those tears, but rather for the bother she'd gone to in collecting them.
The last 'tear' fell well before hourglass emptied the last sands from the upper chamber into the lower chamber. Hekate looked about the glade for any sign that her working had gone awry. The glade was as still and serene as a cathedral. She knew that in this place, at this time, one of her scryings would be worse than useless. Well, she'd done all that she could; now all that was left was for the two victims to come into the trap, all of their own free will. If it worked, then Sebastiano would have half of his problem nicely dealt with. If not, then she'd just have to pick up the slack later. Hekate picked up all the pieces of her working and tucked them away in her basket. She left with a light-hearted feeling of a job well done.
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The Big Idea| The Big Idea |
After Second Period, Don Sebastiano was waylaid by his partner in crime, Hekate. "Sebastiano, we need to talk. Alone."
Sebastiano dismissed Cavalier and Aries and went off to talk with Hekate in a secluded nook. "Well?"
"Have you heard about the two newest freshmen in Melville?"
That puzzled The Don for a second, before he made the connection. "Ah, you mean the girl devisor and the boy that she turned into a girl in a fit of jealousy? The ones that our esteemed headmistress made the inspired decision to make share a room in our hallowed home? Yes," he purred. "I heard that Heartbreaker is spreading the news far and wide. You have your first little joke already planned?"
Hekate shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry, Sebastiano, but No."
"No? Really, Kallista, I'm shocked! I'd think that you-"
Hekate cut him off. "I mean that I've heard from our patron, and he says 'No'. In no uncertain terms."
"What? Why? What interest could he have in those two?"
"In them personally? None, I think. But as I understand it, he has a decided interest in the Workshop. And, unfortunately, at the moment, so do Carson and Security. Carson's taking this little fiasco quite seriously, and Security is taking the heat for it. As a result, our patron has had to shut down a few very sensitive projects that he needs to keep under wraps. He finds this ... inconvenient. He would find it even more inconvenient if Security found traces of those projects, or other contraband aspects of his that are housed in the Workshop. He had to change several of his favored secret entrances when that ass Belphegor all but gave Holdout and his study group a guided tour of his caches, and that moron Vipra tore up that secret entrance. All those things have put a crimp on his very tight schedule.
"Also, there's the annoying fact that the girl claims that someone tampered with her little trap. That means that there's someone that we don't know about who has access to the Secure Bays. Our patron wants to know who he is, how he got in, and if this mysterious intruder has other ... assets ... that we might be interested in."
"And what does this have to do with pranking the gender-bender and the lady mad scientist?"
"Heartbreaker says that Carson put the boy on it personally. My sources tell me that he's the sort who lacks the good sense to stop sniffing around until he finds what he's after. So, the sooner that this junior bloodhound finds the man he's looking for- or, more likely, Security does- the sooner that Security can go back to sleep, things go back to normal, and our patron can get back on schedule. If anyone pranks either the boy-girl, Reach, or Spark, the girl gadgeteer, Security will have to check it out on general principles. Which will waste time that our patron doesn't want wasted."
Don Sebastiano looked like he'd drunk some sour milk, but couldn't spit out. "But it's a golden opportunity! Something like this only comes along once in a blue moon!"
"I know, Sebastiano," Hekate cooed consolingly. "But what's one little prank, against what our patron has planned?"
"I don't know- what does he have planned? I know about the Avatar scam, but I know that there's more to it than that!"
"There, there, Sebastiano. Isn't the Avatar scam big enough for you? All that I know, is that it's big. And we want to be in on it."
Sebastiano scowled. "Okay, okay... but how do I sell the Alphas on laying off that bicha?"
"Well, you're the one who's always mouthing off about what a wizard he is at spin control and manufacturing consent. Take it as a challenge."
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“I am SO level-headed! And anyone who says different is going to have to answer to... The CABBIT OF DOOM!” -Jade
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| Re: Hekate's master [message #33943 is a reply to message #33942 ] |
Tue, 31 March 2009 10:27  |
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I think you actually mixed up TWO people: Hekate's Master and Avatar Scheme Patron.
The first one is Hekate's direct higher-up, who had interest in the Outcast Corner, Fey and Demona. He is primarily a magic user. Possible identity: Bastard, Syndarien, other GOO Sorcerer.
The second one was keeping contact with Don, who shared it with Kallista, and had interest in Avatars, and technologies. The second "suing" quote, I think, is obtaining means to an end. It is also most loosely based. His Avatar interest is likely stopping the Champion, with trials on lesser Forces, such as Magus and Astarte. He has a definite Devisor air about him, and possibly has more cronies at Whateley than he lets on. Possible identity: unknown at the time, but it's likely NOT Nimbus or Chessmaster, as those have shown different interests. Also I suspect it was he who got a villain-in-training team in Team Tactics, through a contact.
Never mind, I'm just a guy.
Eldritch: “Details, details, no pokey the cranky bitch.”
Bladedancer: “But Hekate’s not here!”
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| Re: Hekate's master [message #33947 is a reply to message #33942 ] |
Tue, 31 March 2009 10:46 |
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I thought it was revealed to be the Necromancer at the end of Christmas elves
Toggle SpoilerHekate was in tears, shaking in terror.
"You didn't see! It got him, and less than a minute later the front of his face just turned to rot! Right there on the plane! People with cell phones must have alerted the press, because we were practically mobbed by cameras as he tried to get off the plane. He used to be handsome, a good looking guy. Now his face looks like a skull! And the way his hair is falling out – even his eyebrows! What in God's name makes your eyebrows fall out?"
The old man leaned forward. "And this frightens you because...?"
"He did nothing! He lied about a contract. That's all. That's nothing compared to what I've done! What I have yet to do. I promised lives to the elementals – I swore oaths! But she invoked the rule of three... If Solicitor is paying that much, what will happen to me?"
"You actually saw the black hand take Solicitor?"
"Yes!" she shouted back, nearly insane with worry. "How else could I have raised my own shield in time? But it's still there, tapping, rapping, knocking at my shield, waiting to get in. Waiting to do even worse to me!"
The elderly man reached down to something at his belt, and fiddled or manipulated something for a brief period.
"There," he soothed. "That should provide you some relief. So long as you're here with me, you will be free of the attentions of the black hand. So long as you do exactly as I say..."
And Charles Picton Darrow smiled.
[Updated on: Tue, 31 March 2009 10:48]
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| Re: Hekate's master [message #33974 is a reply to message #33943 ] |
Tue, 31 March 2009 12:43 |
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| Faraway wrote on Tue, 31 March 2009 16:27 |
I think you actually mixed up TWO people: Hekate's Master and Avatar Scheme Patron.
The first one is Hekate's direct higher-up, who had interest in the Outcast Corner, Fey and Demona. He is primarily a magic user. Possible identity: Bastard, Syndarien, other GOO Sorcerer.
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Don't forget Nimbus.| Faraway wrote on Tue, 31 March 2009 16:27 |
The second one was keeping contact with Don, who shared it with Kallista, and had interest in Avatars, and technologies. The second "suing" quote, I think, is obtaining means to an end. It is also most loosely based. His Avatar interest is likely stopping the Champion, with trials on lesser Forces, such as Magus and Astarte. He has a definite Devisor air about him, and possibly has more cronies at Whateley than he lets on. Possible identity: unknown at the time, but it's likely NOT Nimbus or Chessmaster, as those have shown different interests. Also I suspect it was he who got a villain-in-training team in Team Tactics, through a contact.
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I think your take on that is backwards. It was Hekate having contact with the Alphas' patron, filling in the Don about it, not the opposite.
They may be different persons, yes. I don't have any deep delving proof for my speculation. But let me throw out some things for considering here:
- Her master considers The Necromancer a "young fool".
- Her master has something going out west, and we know two people with dark arts things going on out west - Nimbus and The Bastard.
- The Bastard and The Necromancer have dealings with each other as seen from both perspectives.
- Nimbus is a bio-devisor, going by the list given to Ayla of the top 30 bio-devisors.
- Nimbus is involved in the dark arts as evidenced by the dark boon he sought from the ritual that summoned the demon in Ayla 6.
- Nimbus was behind the implants in Merry - involving both the drug causing the mutant power surges in Merry and the dark arts that Aunghadhail thought were an abomination and should never have been present in any living being's body. Oh, and Stealth Technology, too!
- The drug used on Merry may be the same drug that Hekate got for use on G-Force on Halloween. Symptoms sounded similar. Which means Nimbus has at least one known contact on campus, in Le Carneval.
- We know Nimbus supplied devices for the Chessmaster. Possibly (or is that certainly?) including the sonic device on the roof of the McFarlane Auditorium and the other device on the roof of Hawthorne, which was doing something involving a thousand souls. Were they a thousand of souls screaming out their torment or something, explaining why mystics and psychics seemed to get affected harder and earlier than others?
- We know the Alphas' patron is Syndicate and wanted the Alphas to not get involved in fighting them, and that the Alphas were the ones gassing the Senior party.
- The symptoms of the drug used on Merry and G-Force sounds somewhat similar to - though weaker than - the Ultra-X-Amine which was used on Tennyo and a century earlier the Mystic Six. Which produced several really high powered avatars who bound very powerful spirits.
- The Necromancer has fought Aunghadhail before the Boston Brawl - he fought Cirque as the Black Magus.
- Cirque was experimenting with Ultra-X-Amine, testing on herself, making her powers really unpredictable. (Possibly the source of this drug Nimbus is using.)
- Hekate's master knows about Aunghadhail to some extent, could be by word of mouth from others, could be personally.
- The Bastard has somehow made a virus combining GOO and the GOO-opposing weres into the Voodoo Wolves.
- Nimbus was the mastermind behind the kidnapping of Flashlight and Weasel as bait to capture Tennyo, and likely the provider of the power restraints used there. (I got the impression the Knights of the Eternal Presence were merely hirelings and Nimbus was the planner and provider of equipment.)
- Syndarien hasn't been seen in the story yet (if he ever will). But Not-Nikki mentioned him as a different person from Nimbus.
- There's a Syndarian in the Grand Hall of Sinister Wisdom.
- The Necromancer is in the Grand Hall of Sinister Wisdom.
- Syndarien is an ancient Unseelighe Host member Sidhe, former lover to Aunghadhail, knowledgeable in the dark arts.
- The lost description of Syndarien in the wiki indicated that he wanted to gain control of Aunghadhail.
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Grindhope and Syndarien may not even be in the Canon memory anymore. Who knows?
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{edit}Forgot about Stealth Technology on the implants!{/edit}
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| Re: Hekate's master [message #33983 is a reply to message #33974 ] |
Tue, 31 March 2009 13:09 |
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Nimbus, Syndarien, Necromancer, Bastard...
All are interested in dark arts.
You know, I now think Nimbus is the same patron that rules the Avater scheme, he wanted a boon from a demon, he had dark arts knowledge, he is a biodev, he has knowledge of technology (evidenced by his sound scramblers)... Quite a busybody, isn't he?
Never mind, I'm just a guy.
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Bladedancer: “But Hekate’s not here!”
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| Re: Hekate's master [message #34013 is a reply to message #33943 ] |
Tue, 31 March 2009 16:29 |
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| Faraway wrote on Tue, 31 March 2009 08:27 |
I think you actually mixed up TWO people: Hekate's Master and Avatar Scheme Patron.
The first one is Hekate's direct higher-up, who had interest in the Outcast Corner, Fey and Demona. He is primarily a magic user. Possible identity: Bastard, Syndarien, other GOO Sorcerer.
The second one was keeping contact with Don, who shared it with Kallista, and had interest in Avatars, and technologies. The second "suing" quote, I think, is obtaining means to an end. It is also most loosely based. His Avatar interest is likely stopping the Champion, with trials on lesser Forces, such as Magus and Astarte. He has a definite Devisor air about him, and possibly has more cronies at Whateley than he lets on. Possible identity: unknown at the time, but it's likely NOT Nimbus or Chessmaster, as those have shown different interests. Also I suspect it was he who got a villain-in-training team in Team Tactics, through a contact.
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In addition, note that Hekate says "our patron," her magic tutor is hers and hers alone.
Also, the second quote from "I'm a Freak" I had put down to Belphegor, especially since Ms. Hartford mentioned something about that invention in Jobe 2.
I wouldn't put Nimbus out for bad guy # 2.
As far as the Hive Five are concerned, that could either be Nimbus going after Tennyo, or the Syndicate trying to get information on Fey and Generator. Remember that their entry was via Blackdraft (*), who is the Syndicate's member on the Whateley Board.
Xaltatun
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| Re: Hekate's master [message #36591 is a reply to message #33966 ] |
Sat, 18 April 2009 22:50 |
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| Smeggedoff wrote on Tue, 31 March 2009 10:37 |
The way I read it was that the Necromancer was hiding his true identity from Hekate by referring to "himself" as a young fool, and asset to be exploited and Hekate Lapped it up.
Darrow gets to be close, but maintain anonymity and detatchment from responsibility.
But Hey ho, since I'm the only one who thought this and I'm not THAT good at picking up subtle nuances I'll say I'm wrong and await future developments with interest.
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Nope. Sir Lee is on the right track IMO (although I'm not so sure about The Bastard) :
| Sir Lee wrote on Tue, 31 March 2009 10:29 |
Which can also be discerned by the Master referring to Darrow as "that young fool" in the earlier Christmas Elves quote. Which also gives a hint of the Master's identity: he's somebody far older than the Necromancer -- and the Necromancer is no spring chicken.
So, for the time being, I'm going with The Bastard.
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And don't forget about the Thrall spell. That was GOO level nastiness, which I don't think Darrow/Necromancer has yet to play with.
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Hekate shuffled nervously, studying the parchment once more. She rolled her mouth around the tricky words, ensuring that her pronunciation was correct.
"...wgah'nagl fhtagn..."
This was challenging, since it wasn't really her preferred Latin, but rather an alien tongue that pre-dated both humans and sidhe. This particular parchment was a Latin translation (or transliteration, since it merely transcribed the sounds), and it was a priceless artifact. It appeared to be no more than words on paper, but even transcribed like this those words held terrible power. They couldn't be photographed or copied by machine. They could be copied by hand, but the scribes had an unfortunate tendency to go insane during the course of their work. Which made this particular scrap of paper immensely rare and literally priceless.
Casting the Thrall spell was not a job for the timid. Hekate had done so once before, and had spent several days recovering her composure. It required her to open herself to things which are best not named, not seen, not thought of.
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“Lord, no,” Jadis replied. “Sometimes, it gets weird.”
Hank Declan shook his head, disbelieving. "Tell me I did not just see them roshambo for victory."
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| Re: Hekate's master [message #36592 is a reply to message #33942 ] |
Sat, 18 April 2009 22:57 |
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I'm pretty sure Darrow has already dabbled in the merde.
Remember, he's Sara's _uncle_. Deep Ones and everything else.
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| Re: Hekate's master [message #36641 is a reply to message #33942 ] |
Sun, 19 April 2009 05:58 |
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| "From Christmas Elevs" |
AFTERMATH TWO
Hekate was in tears, shaking in terror.
"You didn't see! It got him, and less than a minute later the front of his face just turned to rot! Right there on the plane! People with cell phones must have alerted the press, because we were practically mobbed by cameras as he tried to get off the plane. He used to be handsome, a good looking guy. Now his face looks like a skull! And the way his hair is falling out – even his eyebrows! What in God's name makes your eyebrows fall out?"
The old man leaned forward. "And this frightens you because...?"
"He did nothing! He lied about a contract. That's all. That's nothing compared to what I've done! What I have yet to do. I promised lives to the elementals – I swore oaths! But she invoked the rule of three... If Solicitor is paying that much, what will happen to me?"
"You actually saw the black hand take Solicitor?"
"Yes!" she shouted back, nearly insane with worry. "How else could I have raised my own shield in time? But it's still there, tapping, rapping, knocking at my shield, waiting to get in. Waiting to do even worse to me!"
The elderly man reached down to something at his belt, and fiddled or manipulated something for a brief period.
"There," he soothed. "That should provide you some relief. So long as you're here with me, you will be free of the attentions of the black hand. So long as you do exactly as I say..."
And Charles Picton Darrow smiled.
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