Swings and roundabouts...
Nov. 2nd, 2004 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xp_daytripperSo, today I 'killed' the monster under the bed, only to find out I sit in a Mandarin class with another one.
Okay, 'monster' is a bit harsh. Selfish brat's probably better. But I've said my piece in Jubilee's journal, and I'm not going to drag the whole thing back here.
Must keep thinking raspberry. *grins* That's what Nate's friend called it, the smell she got off me. The smell of having done something amazing, despite how hard it was.
Interesting person. A pity she's someone who can't talk to empaths for the same reason Nate couldn't for ages - she'd give Manny an interesting perspective on the emotion sensing thing.
Any way, back to the something amazing. I want to tell it, even though the shine's come off with Lee's announcement. I want to get that feeling back. Because you know what? It was the best feeling. Is the best feeling. You ever see that movie The Shawshank Redemption? The bit where the bloke escapes? That's how I feel.
To make a long spell short, I cast an unbinding spell. The same one I tried to do back in April, in Mexico. Oh course, with Rack dead I had a slight problem, since the unbinding needs a target, but I solved that with another spell, one I hope I never have to do again.
I Summoned his spirit.
It's a difficult spell, and a dangerous one, which is why I asked Nate to spot for me. I knew he could shut me down if he had to with his telepathy. And it wasn't just the spell - Rack was fighting me every inch of the way, and he knows all my weak points. And it wasn't just Nate - there's some of you who would have felt a bit queer around ten o'clock tonight. That would have been me, drawing on my people for help. Sorry I didn't warn anyone, but I wasn't sure it would come to that. Or even if I'd get that far. There's no need to panic, there's nothing wrong, no bad effects. Quite the opposite, in fact.
The binding's broken. The scars can be healed. Rack is gone - the only thing left are memories, and those can't hurt me unless I let them. You have no idea how it feels, to know that it's over at last. Or maybe some of you do. I know one of you definitely does. Sleep well, Manny.
***
You know the other thing about all this? I feel like I'm on a roll. There's things I need to sort, loose ends to tie. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything stupid, but I think it's time I cleaned up some outstanding business. Before it bites me in the bum again, any way. And no, that doesn't mean I'm going after Patches, Ange. I know better than that. And if I know Pete, he'll be taking a personal interest in the little shit.
Okay, 'monster' is a bit harsh. Selfish brat's probably better. But I've said my piece in Jubilee's journal, and I'm not going to drag the whole thing back here.
Must keep thinking raspberry. *grins* That's what Nate's friend called it, the smell she got off me. The smell of having done something amazing, despite how hard it was.
Interesting person. A pity she's someone who can't talk to empaths for the same reason Nate couldn't for ages - she'd give Manny an interesting perspective on the emotion sensing thing.
Any way, back to the something amazing. I want to tell it, even though the shine's come off with Lee's announcement. I want to get that feeling back. Because you know what? It was the best feeling. Is the best feeling. You ever see that movie The Shawshank Redemption? The bit where the bloke escapes? That's how I feel.
To make a long spell short, I cast an unbinding spell. The same one I tried to do back in April, in Mexico. Oh course, with Rack dead I had a slight problem, since the unbinding needs a target, but I solved that with another spell, one I hope I never have to do again.
I Summoned his spirit.
It's a difficult spell, and a dangerous one, which is why I asked Nate to spot for me. I knew he could shut me down if he had to with his telepathy. And it wasn't just the spell - Rack was fighting me every inch of the way, and he knows all my weak points. And it wasn't just Nate - there's some of you who would have felt a bit queer around ten o'clock tonight. That would have been me, drawing on my people for help. Sorry I didn't warn anyone, but I wasn't sure it would come to that. Or even if I'd get that far. There's no need to panic, there's nothing wrong, no bad effects. Quite the opposite, in fact.
The binding's broken. The scars can be healed. Rack is gone - the only thing left are memories, and those can't hurt me unless I let them. You have no idea how it feels, to know that it's over at last. Or maybe some of you do. I know one of you definitely does. Sleep well, Manny.
***
You know the other thing about all this? I feel like I'm on a roll. There's things I need to sort, loose ends to tie. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything stupid, but I think it's time I cleaned up some outstanding business. Before it bites me in the bum again, any way. And no, that doesn't mean I'm going after Patches, Ange. I know better than that. And if I know Pete, he'll be taking a personal interest in the little shit.
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Date: 2004-11-03 03:14 am (UTC)Whatever you have in mind for your outstanding business, if I can help, I will. You know that.
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Date: 2004-11-03 03:19 am (UTC)And it might be not very nice of me to admit this, but when I was doing the spell? He was in pain. A lot of pain. He went back screaming, and that's pretty fitting, I think. Especially considering what he was saying.
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Date: 2004-11-03 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-03 05:45 pm (UTC)Let me know if you need any help with loose ends.