[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - En route to the Sinclair Party

[FlameFlash]

> Jack, Aurora, Christine, Mara, Mitsuko
> Temple of the Five Dragons
>
> Mitsuko felt it, connected as she was with the temple. A Little give and a
> little take. A flare in Aurora's soul as the Avatar she carried remembered a
> little more of its old powers. A chime of the Spheres as the Node thrummed
> the tapestry and plucked at the Mage's mind. For those who were looking at
> her rather than the strenuous healing, it seemed as though her eyes glowed.
>
> Mara felt it. She wasn't sure what she felt but her finely tuned senses and
> Vampiric instincts were aware of something. Perhaps the stress this young
> red-haired mortal was putting on her body. Or the way everyone held their
> breath in anticipation.
>
> Shang Mio felt it. Having spend all his life serving as an acolyte for the
> Awakened he was attuned to such energies. The briefest and subtlest of
> sensations, not even worthy of being called a power. But he felt it.
>
> Christine felt it. Like air rushing in to a vacuum. Like a Destiny slowly
> being built where there had been none before. Strands and threads being
> woven that might at some future point be recognised as a fate. The Spirit
> world around her sparked and crackled with energy, reacting to Aurora's
> influence. For a brief moment Christine felt a positive vibe from beyond.
> The sort of warmth one felt from parents watching their child on stage.
>
> Jack felt it. Nausea at first, and a rise in temperature. Strange and still
> not entirely familiar, the sensations from his body were overwhelming for a
> time. But then, on some deeper level, he felt the change. The wounds, his
> sacrifice for power, they did not heal. But neither were they poisoned now.
> The flesh was ravaged and scarred, but the sickness was burned away. All
> that remained now was the puss of dead blood cells.
>
> Unfortunately for him, in an hour or two he'd need the toilet. Aurora's
> skill could not yet differentiate between the various strains of bacteria in
> his body. Killing much of the friendly parasites in his gut would interfere
> with the digestion of his next few meals and cause diarrhoea but little
> more.
>
> The Rote succeeds.

And Aurora crumples for a moment at Jack's head, laying perpendicular
to his body, breathing heavily and hard.  She was relieved, but
winded.

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