3522/On preparing a ritual exorcism

On preparing a ritual exorcism
Date of Scene:	23 September 2020
Location:	Angela and Sera's Brownstone
Synopsis:	Sera gives Glamour a tour of her home and tells her all about the ice shenanigans going on and suggests she may want to help fight the necromancer in the upcoming ritual.
Cast of Characters:	Glamour, Sera

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Glamour has posed:
Glamour is aerobatic. When she transitioned into a being of fairy, she also gained an intrinsic knowqledge of how to fly, both what and what not to do when flying over the city at high rates of speed.

That said, this does does not mean she always succeeds. That's probably why she abruptly splats into Sera's window arms and legs outstretched comically.

She didn't slow down fast enough, see, but there's a blue-glowing fae on her window now.

Sera has posed:
*thomp* ...it's a faint sound, but an unexpected sound. Sera sets down her lute aside and the paper she's writing music on and makes her way upstairs to the top. She looks around the room and quickly sees a glowing blue faery on her window. She raises an eyebrow and opens up the window for her, "Hey there Glamour. That looked a little painful. Do you need a bandaid? Bandaid's apparently fix all."

Glamour has posed:
Flutter.

Flutter flutter.

Once the window is open, Glamour fies inside. "No, I wasn't hurt. Just came up a little short, I guess." She sound more than a trifle wry as she acknowledges her rather unsightly arrival.

"Hiiii! You told me to come by and I was bored so I did."

THat explains everything, Glamour, there you go. She does a little mid air spin, leaving a trail of light and glitter behind her that evaporates.

Sera has posed:
Sera smiles and shuts the window behind her, "I'm glad you came. It was interesting meeting you on the beach. Come on, let me show you around the house." She motions to the current room up top, "This is my bedroom," she exits to the hallway. "Up here is the attic," but heads down instead, "There's the study and spare bedroom. Kitchen and dining room." She heads down again, "Lounge room," where her lute rests.

The music she is writing doesn't look like ordinary music. It looks mystical in nature. "And down those steps is the basement where the weirder stuff happens. As in magic stuff." She walks over to a mini fridge behind the mini bar and asks, "Can I get you anything?" She gets herself out a beer.

Glamour has posed:
Sure. Offer the fae alcohol. She'll never say no.

"A beer? Sure! I'll take ALL the bers." A solemn nod follows.

"I havqe to shrink it to my level, but it'll do. I haven't had a beer in ... a year now? Gosh, time flies."

She blinks her eyes, looking kind of alarmed. "Well, not quite a year. But getting to a year."

Sera has posed:
Sera grins and says, "Hey if you can shrink it, you can drink it." That's good logic right? She brings over two beers and sits down on her couch. "I've been working on a ritual to exorcise a necromancer from a young ice mage. What a random and weird world Earth is. Never a dull moment."

"Necromantic or soul based magic just doesn't have much calling where I'm from. No one there has souls so we just don't do it, nor need it. But, Lucifer, this mage here on Earth - he had a whole book about. I read it from cover to cover. It was fascinating though rather creepy."

Glamour has posed:
"No... souls?" says Glamour, confuseqd for a moment. "I guess the soul really does exist." She hadn't really considered it. "I wonder if mine is in tact?" She looks down. Twirls once. Sparkles everywhere. She then blows dust all over the beer bottle and, indeed, it shrinks small enough for her to casually twist the top off and drink it.

"So there's a necromancer inside some ice mage?" A pause. "ICe mage?"

Sera has posed:
"Ah yes. Ice mage. Lots of ice mages around it seems. Remember that big Ice Palace in the Bronx? it's melted away now. But an evil necromantic ice mage named Vega was trapped in there for reasons. He attempted to escape and almost succeeded but found himself having to possess one of the ice mages that was drawn in to the whole mess."

She takes the top off her beer and takes a nice long sip. It's a local brew, an amber.

"So in the process of dealing with all that mess I've met.. hmm.. 4? 5? ice mages. One was an snow fox who is very good at illusion magic called Loki." She waves her hand a little, "Turns out this Loki fellow isn't much liked in these parts on account of him attacking New York City a few years ago or something." She wasn't on Earth at the time.

"So now we're concocting a ritual to pull Vega out of the young ice mage and end him once and for all. And by we, I guess I mean the Infinity Watch, which is a subset of the Ladies Book Club, which is a small subsection of the greater Mystic Arts community across the world."

Glamour has posed:
... Glamour is just kind of staring at Sera as all that comes tumbling forth.

"...oh. So that's what the deal with the ice palace was. I wandered around in thre for one one day and sang Let It Go because it seemed like somethijng *everyone* was going to do at least once. Wanted to get it out of my system. It was fun! Now I feel like I should feel kind of bad about that." She blinks her eyes up at Sera, her expression growing distant and stormy for a moment before it smooths out.

"Can I help?"

Sera has posed:
Sera motions to her music. "This part? Not really. I'm translating the notes from Lucifer's book on necromancy in to a form that I can use - all of my magic is musically based. I re-attune the mystical forces via harmonics. Though, when it comes to actually doing the exorcism - we're expecting some resistance from Vega and we're also expecting Loki might turn up."

She sips her beer and smiles, "If you feel like tangoing with mages that have potentially bad agendas in service to this weird city we live in, then may be you could be of help then. Defending the three of us doing the ritual while we do it may be paramount."

Glamour has posed:
"... I'm a *hero*, you know, so I can *totally* do that."

Assuming she, you know, doesn't get distracted by beer or something shiny. Which she is drinking greedily right *now*.

"Oh god this is good," she says of the beer.

Sera has posed:
Sera pinches her fingertips together, "You made it so teeny tiny. Very adorables." She smiles and drinks her beer too. "We'll be at SHIELD head quarters apparently. The big building? Triskelion I think they called it." She shrugs her shoulders. "Apparently they have a mystical division there called WAND. That's pretty funny, but seriously who uses a wand?"

She sets her beer down and picks up her lute again and begins to pluck out a gentle renaissance tune.. because the instrument is there and she just can't help herself. "If they ask who you are just say you're here about the necromancer and to help with the ritual and you know me, Sera. If that doesn't work, ask for Agent May. She's pretty brave, I am impressed by her. Some humans are quite mighty indeed."

Glamour has posed:
"Sh-Shield? WAND?" says Glamour, looking uncomfortable. "I'm trying to keep the whole I'm-actually-a-faerie thing a little on the QT. I'm not sure letting Shield and Wand in on that would be great for me," she admits, looking a little hesitant about that. "Otherwise, all anyone has to do to stop me is nail a horse shoe over their door and I'm useless." She pouts.

Sera has posed:
Sera lifts an eyebrow, "OH? Hm. Well.. perhaps don't come help with that then," she says as she makes her lute sing. She's very good at playing it having had hundreds of years to perfect the art. She has become a somewhat better lutist than mage given the passage of time. "I don't mind that they know i'm an angel. I don't think they really care... or may be I'm just too much of a hassle for them to consider trying to deal with me. But I don't know, they tend to treat you well back when you do things that they want done - ya know, like fighting an evil body stealing necromancer."

Glamour has posed:
"I mean, if my help is needed, I'll give it. That's... like... more important?" Glamour's question is almost like she's looking for someone to tell her that, yes, this is indeed the right thing over her own fears.

Sera has posed:
Sera grins at her concern and says, "I'm not going to push you one way or the other. It's entirely your choice."