onwhatwingswedareaspire: (interface)
onwhatwingswedareaspire ([personal profile] onwhatwingswedareaspire) wrote in [community profile] glowfic2015-06-30 10:42 pm

methods and tools

The gate opens in an small space. Through a doorway ahead is a mid-sized room, scattered with chairs. One wall, directly across from the doorway to the incoming gates area, is made of some clear material. On the other side of it is another room, with a metallic floor raised slightly above the first one's, with a half-dozen complex diagrams and space for many more.

The way into there appears to be through a decontamination room to the left. There is a door on the right into the rest of the base. Embedded in the wall to the left is the door to the outgoing gate area.

Both rooms are windowless and otherwise minimally decorated.

(Observant guests may note that the gravity is about a third of what they are used to.)
scatteredstars: (tyche)

Re: Warding

[personal profile] scatteredstars 2015-07-02 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Tyche arrives shortly, with a gruff man and an intensely focused woman.

The woman directs Lioncourt into one of the circles...
kaolinandbone: (Concentrating)

Re: Warding

[personal profile] kaolinandbone 2015-07-02 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
She takes her appointed place, careful not to scuff the circle.
meletiti_entelecheiai: (casting focus)

Re: Warding

[personal profile] meletiti_entelecheiai 2015-07-03 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
The woman waits for her to take her place in the center of the spell, and then begins.

The incantation is longer than they'd like, but still fairly short by objective measures. Three lines suffice:

"Impose identity and invoke the void.
Cut away the world within from the world without.
Be this threefold ward the boundary and gate."


With a final, severe "Set." and the casting of a cupful of blood into the circle, the spell activates. A pulse of light ignites the blood into pale white fire, and the spell circle flashes into being.

The world outside the circle - blinks, black void, and then back into existence. A translucent veil, of the same uncolor that emanates from the walls, seems to separate them and the world, skintight, and then it is gone. All that is left is a vague sense of safety, and a small cloud of ash drifting to the floor.

Edited 2015-07-03 02:34 (UTC)