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[October 19] [Transformers: Armada] Magician of War
Title: Magician of War
Date/Theme: October 19 'Birds in your garden'
Series: Transformers: Armada
Characters: Thrust, Inferno, Leader-1
Rating: PG
Notes: So AU it's barely recognizable.
“Stars in our favor!” quoth the raven.
“Hush,” said Tariq as he stroked his familiar’s head. “You don’t need to tell me things I already know.” He ran a tired hand over his ornate helmet, then consulted his spellbook again, shifting it closer to the candle to better read the arcane words.
A large rat moved through the courtyard, picking its way through the rhododendrons and scurrying up the bamboo until he could hop onto the worktable. He stared up at the magician with a vaguely disdainful look on his whiskered face. The magician returned the look scorn for scorn.
“Agha, I have no time for this. If your master doesn’t like the pace of my methods, he can make his own battle plans.
The raven cawed at him mockingly from the safety of the magician’s shoulder. Agha hissed at him, then turned away and jumped off. Tariq merely shook his head at the retreating tail. There were those who mocked the king’s choice of familiar, but they had never encountered the creature. Rumor had it that Agha was single-handedly keeping the feral cat population down, and the scars on the legs of the king’s less obedient servants stood as testament to the fact that not even the king’s pet was to taken lightely.
Tariq winced in anticipation. He hated this part, but it was the most essential step in the process. He opened a small silk-lined case and removed a long pin with an ornate handle—like most of his instruments, it was designed to impress as well as complete its intended function. With a quick dart of his hand, he pricked his own finger and held it over the bowl, squeezing out five drops of blood; no more, no less.
Tariq took the bowl and sat down upon the straw mat. He tipped the bowl back and drank the contents, feeling his mind begin to clean and purify itself, ready to engage in visions that few outside of his profession could understand even as the potion went down his throat. He lay back, organizing his robes so as to be in a halfway-dignified position, then closed his eyes and released himself into the ether.
Date/Theme: October 19 'Birds in your garden'
Series: Transformers: Armada
Characters: Thrust, Inferno, Leader-1
Rating: PG
Notes: So AU it's barely recognizable.
“Stars in our favor!” quoth the raven.
“Hush,” said Tariq as he stroked his familiar’s head. “You don’t need to tell me things I already know.” He ran a tired hand over his ornate helmet, then consulted his spellbook again, shifting it closer to the candle to better read the arcane words.
A large rat moved through the courtyard, picking its way through the rhododendrons and scurrying up the bamboo until he could hop onto the worktable. He stared up at the magician with a vaguely disdainful look on his whiskered face. The magician returned the look scorn for scorn.
“Agha, I have no time for this. If your master doesn’t like the pace of my methods, he can make his own battle plans.
The raven cawed at him mockingly from the safety of the magician’s shoulder. Agha hissed at him, then turned away and jumped off. Tariq merely shook his head at the retreating tail. There were those who mocked the king’s choice of familiar, but they had never encountered the creature. Rumor had it that Agha was single-handedly keeping the feral cat population down, and the scars on the legs of the king’s less obedient servants stood as testament to the fact that not even the king’s pet was to taken lightely.
Tariq winced in anticipation. He hated this part, but it was the most essential step in the process. He opened a small silk-lined case and removed a long pin with an ornate handle—like most of his instruments, it was designed to impress as well as complete its intended function. With a quick dart of his hand, he pricked his own finger and held it over the bowl, squeezing out five drops of blood; no more, no less.
Tariq took the bowl and sat down upon the straw mat. He tipped the bowl back and drank the contents, feeling his mind begin to clean and purify itself, ready to engage in visions that few outside of his profession could understand even as the potion went down his throat. He lay back, organizing his robes so as to be in a halfway-dignified position, then closed his eyes and released himself into the ether.