Out of Character (OOC):
Chronicle: Mage 2: The Dethroned Queen
Venue: Mage: The Awakening 2nd Edition
Chronicle Storyteller: Jerad Sayler
Venue: Mage: The Awakening 2nd Edition
Chronicle Storyteller: Jerad Sayler
Assistant Storytellers: Hannah Nyland & Alex Van Belkum
What the Thunder Said
a Jack Bismuth short by Alexander Van Belkum
Colorado Springs, 28 July 2016 10:15 pm
There’s
a difference between the smell of a storm from the earth, and the smell of one
from the air. Jack stands on nothing, breathing deeply. A storm rages around
him, and hides him from sight; between the dark of night, the thick black
clouds around him, and the fuzzing scene of rain and hail, he’s as good as
invisible up here. Far, far below, Arji
hunkers down in the garden behind Jack’s private sanctum, protected from the
force of the storm by a thick sheet of translucent plastic, and from the cold
by a humming space-heater.
Jack doesn’t even realize he’s
posing, feet akimbo and hands on his hips as he breathes the heady scent of
lightning crackling through the clouds. A cloak billows out behind him, as
though he were some shonin protagonist in a pretentious b-class anime. If not
for the spells muting its resonance, that cloak might have shone with the force
of the spells layered on top of it, in preparation for just such a night as
this.
But that would have defeated the
purpose. Instead, Jack had removed every other piece of magic gear on his
person, and stripped himself down to the barest of mundane clothes. Excepting
the cloak, which spread out behind him like a pair of great wings, even as it
enveloped him in the protections a human would require to survive a storm from
the troposphere.
Hail smacked into his skin,
leaving him bruised and pushing him about. Winds conspired to place him
directly in the path of the lightning. And the thunder was deafening in its
roar. Jack cast his fears aside, purposefully shunning them, and smiled the
wide, manic smile of revelation.
There, suspended in the heart of
a thunderhead, Jack pulled aside the veils lain across the world, one by one.
He left them open, and dedicated every portion of himself to understanding the
storm. Charge crackled around him, flowing in a brilliant, open connection
between the earth and the sky; Jack was at the center of it when they connected
in a crash of thunder.
After an hour of the storm
tearing at his mind as it did at his body, the cloak returned Jack to the
earth, where it began to peel apart in tired, mundane threads. Jack thanked it
with the woozy air of someone pushed passed their limits, and Arji dragged him
inside.
There, Jack took off his
clothes, and found seven round eggs, slightly misshapen by the force with which
they had struck his body. Hailstones, tangled in his clothes instead of
bouncing away to fall to earth.
One by one, Jack ate them. The
dissolved slowly in his mouth, leaving behind the flavor of water, and lightning,
and something more.
Jack slept, and dreampt of
Thunder.
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