[Sodium_noir] Gods of Fire, Saints of Ireland

[Jennie Teakle]

> Tom Kaurismaki, Christine, Father Bellamy
> Dreamspeaker Mage, Orphan Mage, Celestial Chorus Mage
> St Bridget's, after 1 a.m.



[Tom]
> With his head turned, though, Tom's hand was free to act of it's  
> own accord and it grasped Christine's out-stretched hand snugly.


[Christine]
Christine feels the pulse of power surge through her via the strong  
hand clasp - a nexus; a completed circuit. Contact with another  
Awakened person -  she recognises it right away. Contact with Aurora  
had flooded through her earlier, similarly strange and potent .  
Uppermost in her mind is the vision of Laufeyjarson's prone form, the  
blowing ash and the odd figure in the red hat that gifted him with  
weird sight and a feral smile. In her minds eye, Christine stands an  
observer to deeply significant life events - the memories are hers  
but not the life to which the events belong. It's paradoxical. It's  
weird. In this odd visualisation, she and Tom stand side by side,  
staring at the hidden scene from his life as it unfolds. As though  
it's a movie.

"But," Christine murmurs at Tom's shoulder as they witness, "what  
does it mean?"

The mental projection of Tom stares at her, suddenly disoriented and  
without further warning, the imagined Mind realm that they  
constructed between them tilts and the scene unravels rapidly. The  
mental connection is abruptly severed.


[Tom]
> Bellamy couldn't see Tom's eyes roll up in their sockets due to the  
> sunglasses, but what WAS obvious was that Tom's knees were buckling  
> and that he was probably about to fall down.  The ferret, Ratatosk,  
> apparently sensed this, because it dug claws into his shoulder to  
> secure it's perch and ready itself for a jump.


[Father B]
> Seeing the wobble in the young mans posture, Bellamy rushed forward  
> and caught him under the arms. His face pulled back from the Ferret  
> as he guided the new comer to a pew beside Christine.
>
> "There you go Tom." said in an infinitely soothing voice, not  
> entirely sure that he was being heard. "Have a seat for a moment"


[Christine]
Christine jolts back into ordinary sight. Cautiously, she turns  
attention to Tom, now sitting beside her on the pew. Through the dawn  
of what looks set fair to be a truly heinous headache, she peers at  
the young man, her expression pinched into lines of concern.

"I'm sorry. I really am," she says guiltily.   "I *so* need to work  
out how to control that better."


Tag Tom & the Father :-)




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