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tampered2007-10-26 10:22 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; Oct 26th, evening.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Kitty Jones (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittyjones) and Bartimaeus (djinni_tricks)
Summary; After Ptolemy's death, Kitty has to track down her friend to stop him doing something stupid. Blood-bath stupid.
Log;
It was dark outside, probably getting close to midnight, but Kitty had stopped paying attention to the time a while ago. At the moment everything seemed like a blur, the past few hours, the past few days, all melding into a huge swirl of angry mobs and bonfires and witches and her not being quite sure how she was involved in it all. It wasn't helped by the fact that she could barely walk in a straight line.
As she stumbled down one of the many backstreets of the City she clutched her hand to her side, where she was bleeding profusely from a wound, whilst at the same time she tried to ignore another throbbing pain in her head. She'd been in the middle of the fight with the Resistance when she'd heard that... that Ptolemy was...
No. She took a deep breath, and wiped the sweat from her brow. No time to think about that now. Because she knew for a fact that if she started dwelling on what had happened to the boy, she'd be utterly useless. She was enough of a wreck as it was, without an emotional breakdown. She had to concentrate. She had to find Bartimaeus. Before he hurt someone, or before he was-- stop thinking like that. Kitty shook herself mentally. Falling apart was the worst thing she could do know.
"Bartimaeus!" Kitty's voice echoed through the blackness of the alleyway, and she had to bite her lip to stop a wave of sudden emptiness rush through her. Ptolemy's dead. Ptolemy's dead. They killed him. They killed him. "Bartimaeus, I know you're here! Let me talk to you!" She broke off suddenly, to cough bloodily into her hand, her face screwing up in pain. But she refused to give up. She wasn't going to let another one of her friends die over this curse.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Kitty Jones (
kittyjones) and Bartimaeus (djinni_tricks)Summary; After Ptolemy's death, Kitty has to track down her friend to stop him doing something stupid. Blood-bath stupid.
Log;
It was dark outside, probably getting close to midnight, but Kitty had stopped paying attention to the time a while ago. At the moment everything seemed like a blur, the past few hours, the past few days, all melding into a huge swirl of angry mobs and bonfires and witches and her not being quite sure how she was involved in it all. It wasn't helped by the fact that she could barely walk in a straight line.
As she stumbled down one of the many backstreets of the City she clutched her hand to her side, where she was bleeding profusely from a wound, whilst at the same time she tried to ignore another throbbing pain in her head. She'd been in the middle of the fight with the Resistance when she'd heard that... that Ptolemy was...
No. She took a deep breath, and wiped the sweat from her brow. No time to think about that now. Because she knew for a fact that if she started dwelling on what had happened to the boy, she'd be utterly useless. She was enough of a wreck as it was, without an emotional breakdown. She had to concentrate. She had to find Bartimaeus. Before he hurt someone, or before he was-- stop thinking like that. Kitty shook herself mentally. Falling apart was the worst thing she could do know.
"Bartimaeus!" Kitty's voice echoed through the blackness of the alleyway, and she had to bite her lip to stop a wave of sudden emptiness rush through her. Ptolemy's dead. Ptolemy's dead. They killed him. They killed him. "Bartimaeus, I know you're here! Let me talk to you!" She broke off suddenly, to cough bloodily into her hand, her face screwing up in pain. But she refused to give up. She wasn't going to let another one of her friends die over this curse.
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Ptolemy was dead.
He hadn’t been there to save him.
He’d failed Ptolemy.
By then he only had one thought in his mind, to get revenge on whoever had hurt his master. The boy was frail. He couldn’t have defended himself. Bartimaeus hadn’t been by his side.
He’d failed him.
After that he’d operated in perfect clarity and hunted down one of the inquisitors. They were a simple human, no special abilities and Bartimaeus had caught him easily. Slammed him against a wall, his features a strange mix of many people he’d met in his 5000 years of life. And black eyes that had the inquisitor gibbering in fear.
One of his levels of conciousness registered that Kitty was calling, but he was focused, his powers as a fire spirit warming the air in waves. The inquistor’s skin was turning a burnt red and he was still gibbering at an audible level.
“Which one of you did it?”
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Years spent on the run in London had taught Kitty how to take in a situation quickly. One fast sweep of the area with her eyes, and she was already moving towards the fighting pair, even though with each step she took closer she could feel the heat and the magic increase. Bartimaeus was shifting, his form looking almost fluid, like water as it melted from feature to feature, and she found herself wanting to run from him. But instead she grabbed him by the shoulder, shouting out to him again. "Bartimaeus!"
The resilience flowed thick and fast with her blood, fighting against the essence of the demon she was clutching. But he was so angry, too angry, and despite her best efforts she could feel the skin of her hand start to blister from the fire-like air that shrouded him. She couldn't stop a slight cry of pain, but still she held on, repeating his name over and over, pleading with him to see sense.