GAPS pre-play
Mar. 22nd, 2016 03:38 pmEver since I've been told where Simon is I've been going mental waiting for this moment. Everyone together, we've been told. It's our best chance against all the people on plasmids, all the guards and super powered people on the side of KIRIN. Alec, Isabelle and I wanted to formulate our own plan, but we didn't want to endanger everyone else in the facility. And theses people must be powerful if they've been able to cage Simon and Magnus, and snakes knows who else.
Alec and Isabelle have their own runes to help them. I cast There's nothing to see here! on myself, simply because if someone comes after me with fire I'm done for. When the first strike is made, I cast It's show time! to find where Simon's being kept. It'll be faster than me trying to scent him out among all the chaos.
The spell leads me to a large room. It's permeated with the scent of smoke and magic. It smells like a recently dowsed bonfire, so thick I feel ill from it. But worse is Simon, strapped to a table, hooked to tubes and wires. There's a man attending to him, perhaps trying to move him in the midst of the sounds of fighting coming from behind us, and I don't think. I cast, "Hit the floor!" My voice is a roar, and he's knocked backwards into a wall. When I'm sure he's prone, unconscious most like, I rush to Simon.
"I'm here," I tell him, touching his forehead, fighting the bile in the back of my throat and freeing him from the machines they've got him hooked up to.
Alec and Isabelle have their own runes to help them. I cast There's nothing to see here! on myself, simply because if someone comes after me with fire I'm done for. When the first strike is made, I cast It's show time! to find where Simon's being kept. It'll be faster than me trying to scent him out among all the chaos.
The spell leads me to a large room. It's permeated with the scent of smoke and magic. It smells like a recently dowsed bonfire, so thick I feel ill from it. But worse is Simon, strapped to a table, hooked to tubes and wires. There's a man attending to him, perhaps trying to move him in the midst of the sounds of fighting coming from behind us, and I don't think. I cast, "Hit the floor!" My voice is a roar, and he's knocked backwards into a wall. When I'm sure he's prone, unconscious most like, I rush to Simon.
"I'm here," I tell him, touching his forehead, fighting the bile in the back of my throat and freeing him from the machines they've got him hooked up to.