The model of the prison sat just off center in the Circle. The whole concept gave Mena the creeps but she’d made a deal and was stuck with it. The least she could do is figure out if she could deliver. That being said, she wasn’t going to do any exploring without an out and the power to use it, especially not for @RoqueBlackwood and @Alecto_Punisher.
Mena lay down on the blanket beside the model of the prison and slipped into a trance. She trusted her Circle to keep her physical form safe and mostly unseen while she was out wandering about. Astral projection always sounded so fun. In Mena’s experience it usually wasn’t. Perhaps it was just to close to being a ghost for her tastes. She’d never bothered to analyze her feelings about it before. The only reason she was doing so now was to delay the inevitable.
With a sigh and an odd sort of half-twist her spirit slipped out of her body and went on walkabout. The night seemed brighter like this. The auras of everything around her were vivid and sparkling gems. They pulsed with life and emotion. Idly, she wondered if this was how vampires saw things, well, at least humans, shifters and fae.
Changing size in this form, like every other change was just a matter of will. Mena concentrated on being small enough to walk the halls of the doll-house sized model as if it were full-sized. In the wink of an eye she found herself doll-sized.
"Good thing Ken’s not around, I’d never live this down," she giggled to herself. "Maybe I should let him experience this…no, he’d probably take offense, think it was some kind of attack or something. Better just leave well-enough alone, for now."
The size and scope of the prison was daunting. She didn’t want to think how many prisoners could, would be held here. She only had Alecto’s word that they merited imprisonment. Looking around she wondered if she shouldn’t have demanded some kind of fair trial or method of appeal to ensure that. Too late now she supposed.
Switching on her torch, she headed inside.
The interior was…sterile. Not hospital sterile, unused sterile. There was nothing to give this place any sense of time or space or even place. Every corridor looked very much alike, except for the placement of doors and windows and each of those looked much like another.
As she wandered, Mena noticed that there were few long galleries or straight hallways. She felt almost like she were walking through Versailles. She got the feeling the place had been designed so that there was no fast and direct way to get anywhere in here, unless one used magic. She made a mental note to ask Roque about that. If magic was being used for transportation, it would affect what she could do. She’d probably need to know what transportation spells were being used so she didn’t inadvertently cancel them out.
Mena giggled again. The idea of Roque and the Foot Fetish have to walk around here was almost tempting enough that she might “forget” to mention that. It wasn’t like there wasn’t plenty to consider. Mena sighed this was a big job and layering spells like she normally did…that would take a huge amount of time and energy. She didn’t think Roque and Alecto would wait.
She would need a different approach and she had no clue what it was. Maybe if she kept wandering….
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Summary: Mena has been hired by a demon to bespell some chains to restrain prisoners.
Mena pulled the blood-stained leather gardening gloves on over a soft pair of woolen gloves before she raised the heavy lid of the archaic chest freezer. The thing was so old she was lucky she didn’t have to use big blocks of ice to keep things cool. But it still worked and that was what mattered. With a grunt, she leaned in and hefted out three sets of chains, laying them carefully inside the pentacle inscribed on the floor.
They couldn’t be used like this. The frozen metal was far too brittle. All it would take was one sharp blow and they would shatter, freeing whomever they held. They needed to be thawed so that wouldn’t happen. But she didn’t want the magick to fade as the ice did. Hence the pentacle. It would help contain the magick while allowing the water to flow freely to the drain in the floor.
Mena was rather proud of this last spell. She had adapted an old preservative spell. The intent was to freeze the will and the wits of whomever the chains held. It wasn’t precisely what @RoqueBlackwood had requested, but she fancied he might like the twist. Not that she intended to detail it to him. The less he knew about what she had done the better, as far as Mena was concerned. He was a demon, after all.
She studied the thawing chains through narrowed eyes. The freezing would have weakened the metal. She couldn’t change that. The spells should counter most of the residual weakness. Mena had laid several spells on the chains, everything from a spell that reflected the magical and physical power of the prisoner to one that trapped and siphoned off the energies used against them. Add the freezing of wits and a whispering fear spell and Mena thought she had come up with an effective combination diabolical enough to satisfy a demon, and hold all but the cleverest and strongest adversaries.
The glow of magick from the thawing chains was faint, not because it was weak, she hoped, but because it was congruent with the surface of the metal. In a cursory examination, few would label them Magic Chains, which was good. Not only would a prisoner not know to defend against them but they wouldn’t think to try to trace the magick.
She hopped up on the lid of the freezer and pulled a half finished sock out of her bag to keep her hands busy. She wasn’t going to leave magick unattended, even if it was fairly passive. Neither was she going try writing, intent could influence magick, and this close she wouldn’t risk it. Knitting was close enough to the complex layering of spells she did that it wouldn’t interrupt the process. She hoped.
The layering of spells was something of her signature, but she wasn’t the only one one doing it so…Mena sighed. She was borrowing trouble. It was silly. Trouble would find her soon enough. Roque had left her alone while she worked but he had to be getting anxious.
There was really no way she could stop him from using the chains. She consoled herself that some of his enemies were even worse than he was. And @Alecto_Punisher wouldn’t let him harm anyone truly innocent. It was the ordinary people in the middle she worried about. After all, it wasn’t that hard to piss Roque or Alecto off. She knew that from experience. She also knew the odds favored one day finding herself in chains of her own making.
Mena turned her thoughts away from that path. Thinking about the ways around or through her spells might make the gaps more obvious. She didn’t need that. The way she had laid the spells meant the strengths of each compensated for obvious weaknesses in others. It was a good system and as close to foolproof as Mena could get.
Of course, nothing was ever totally foolproof. Fools didn’t think like everyone else. They attempted things a wiser being wouldn’t. Sometimes that worked. Usually they just ended up in deeper trouble. She wished that was how she could explain her current situation, but she knew better.
With another sigh, she picked up the thawed chains and swaddled them in a velvet Halloween cape. She had spelled the cape to brush off anything intending harm and was more than a little relieved when it stayed wrapped around the chains. At least she hadn’t intended anyone harm when she created them. It was cold comfort since she was pretty sure Roque and Alecto would intend harm when they used them. Suddenly she knew exactly how scientists felt, having made a great discovery only to see some idiot politician or military-type turn it into a weapon.