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The end of the end.
melody - Friday, May 14, 1999, 12:13 PM --------------------------------------- Gregory sends Ryan, mentally, >Let me build up the energies, when I tell you when, you can...< A flash, quickly held in check, controlled, >...finish her.< Melody sits at her table, studying and taking notes. Ryan thinks at Greg "I need to do it soon..." Gregory responds, >I would agree...let me build the energies...< Melody's head jerks up, and she touches her necklace, attempting a shield. Her face whitens. Yes, this is it. Gregory sends to Ryan, >Careful...I've not got the energies in place yet...< Ryan sends back "She's dying now, Greg, I'll help you." Ryan types furiously, watching Melody as she dies. Gregory simply chants, quietly. His tones are ... not hard, but simply there, under tight control as his voice rises, gesturing to each of the statues in turn, first Nepthys, she of the /pure/ Darkness, then Isis, the Mother, and Re, he of Fire... Melody grasps her quartz, sending off a pure shaft of mind..not at either of you. Melody's hand falls away from her focus and her eyes burn with anger as the room fades. Frantically, she reaches out again to the only one who has never betrayed her. Gregory murmurs, >She did something...the spell is in place, kill her /now/, before she does something else, it's not directed at us...maybe Iris.< Melody's expression of triumph is short-lived. She slumps, the sound going unnoticed for some time in the soundproofed library. Gregory murmurs, >She did something. I don't know what...< His 'thoughts' are hard, though his mind carefully tugs the woman's soul in place, shuddering slightly as he does so. >I'm worried. Can you check on Iris, Tracy, and Nicky?< Ryan sends back >Check on them how? You think she got off a spell that killed one of them< Ryan keeps typing. Gregory shakes his head, >Dunno. Iris said she was playing with Tracy's Mind...< Ryan sends back >They are alive...< Gregory nods, >Let me follow you, I want to check them out...< MelodyDeceased's Avatar gets pulled inexorably by Gregory's Will into the prepared container. The shield gone, the stain on her Avatar is clearly visible. Melody is gone. Gregory starts to 'swear', mentally-- he has a remarkably good vocabulary for such a staid guy, >It's on Tracy...damn it.< Ryan swears back. >I think she got both Iris and Tracy< No mental noise, no swearing. Ryan sighs and slumps at the keyboard. He types into a his computer a small e-mail, sent encrypted to his superiors at the VA "Ding Dong, the witch is dead." Her Avatar rests in the fetish, the Green Man's ivy infected with an unhealthy amount of kudzu, the leaves wilted on the edges. And there He will rest. Not for long. Gregory bows, first to Nepthys, then Isis, Osiris, he of Binding, and finally, Re. He of purity. There is another time, and another place, where he-- he of the Cleansing Fires-- will be needed.
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