as written by Ylanne
For their massive size, the boulder hiding the entryway into Têmardo Waystation should have made some equally jarring sound, scraping, rumbling, something. But it was strangely silent, muted -- mercifully -- through the artful work of a mage who had lent her talents to the hidden base's construction. The door itself was innocuous, appearing from a passing glance (even with the boulder absent) to be nothing more than a razor-edge slit down the rockface, with no more depth than the next slab over on the side of the mountain. Upon closer examination, the mage's work grew more apparent. Cleverly designed to fool sensors and eyes alike, the entryway expanded as one approached, but that still left the barriers maintained to keep intruders out and unwelcome guests very much inside.
Some passing bird of prey, a qortpi or y'ngamo perhaps, had tried to claim the apex of the doorway as its perch, only to be struck instantly dead. Amira Qahtani could not determine whether one of the force fields or one of the mage's hexes had done the deed, but the maggots poking through the bird's eye socket were enough to keep her attentive to the escort's instructions. That, and the excellent view she had of the sheer drop tens of thousands of feet below them.
"One hand there," indicating a camouflaged palm scanner, "and -- stop. Don't put your foot down there. A little to your right. There. Now." Haroun Kim wore a computerized headpiece affixed to his skull, a strange and delightful contrast from his traditional grey-green mage's robes and wispy attempt at a wizard's beard. This man -- or whatever he technically was -- spoke quite timidly, but moved with the grace and confident strength of a leopard staking out its territory. "The prisoner is inside. No, not roaming about. Still unconscious. Her gear, her clothes, everything is in the other room. I, ah, tested it all. Radio, infrared, electromagnetic, psionic, magical... Everything's clean. Oh, and, she's not ... We had extra clothes."
There. Qahtani recognized a qortpi's long, mournful notes soaring across the valleys between the cresting mountains, offering a melodic eulogy for its fallen mate. Moments later, the majestic bird soared into view, all three layers of its wing feathers catching the glint of sunlight long enough to illuminate the brilliant splay of purples and greens famous in the species.
"I've informed Nida-Kule. They know she's here, and that, ah, the Director might take personal interest in this one." Haroun led Qahtani through a small warren of tiny halls, barely wide enough for a hand truck -- or a wheelchair or a baby stroller, she thought absently -- to pass. After only five minutes, Qahtani felt her mental faculties strained. Something must have shown on her face, because Haroun added, with a faltering smile, "That's the second mage's work. She set some disorienting spells into the stone. So if, uh, if there were an intruder ... or an escape, I guess."
The Aschen agent, Marlene Angel, had been detained in a small, bare enclave carved into the rock and reinforced with the same metals, force fields, and spells used to secure the rest of the waystation. She'd been left to lie on the rock slab serving alternately as bench and bed, wearing a plain t-shirt and loose-fitting pants possibly left behind by one of the place's former guests. From outside the door in the secured hallway, on the other side of what she'd been told amounted to one-way glass, Qahtani noted with raised eyebrows the glowing cuffs circling her wrists and ankles. "What, exactly, are those?" she asked Haroun, picking at the edge of one of her eyebrows.
"Oh, ah, those were specially designed -- Leopold had someone working on them," Haroun responded, clasping his hands tightly in front of him as he peered through the door's window too. "They're not just physical restraints. They're meant to inhibit any, ah, psionic, magical, supernatural ... type abilities. You understand." He gestured toward the door, moving back simultaneously. "Well. Whenever you're ready. I'll be in the guest quarters. You have your backup out here." He indicated the two guards who'd accompanied Qahtani out to Têmardo when she'd brought the detainee. "I'll prepare something to eat." And with that, the strange man had gone, leaving Qahtani outside the door, feeling rather alone despite the presence of the two guards close by her.
For their massive size, the boulder hiding the entryway into Têmardo Waystation should have made some equally jarring sound, scraping, rumbling, something. But it was strangely silent, muted -- mercifully -- through the artful work of a mage who had lent her talents to the hidden base's construction. The door itself was innocuous, appearing from a passing glance (even with the boulder absent) to be nothing more than a razor-edge slit down the rockface, with no more depth than the next slab over on the side of the mountain. Upon closer examination, the mage's work grew more apparent. Cleverly designed to fool sensors and eyes alike, the entryway expanded as one approached, but that still left the barriers maintained to keep intruders out and unwelcome guests very much inside.
Some passing bird of prey, a qortpi or y'ngamo perhaps, had tried to claim the apex of the doorway as its perch, only to be struck instantly dead. Amira Qahtani could not determine whether one of the force fields or one of the mage's hexes had done the deed, but the maggots poking through the bird's eye socket were enough to keep her attentive to the escort's instructions. That, and the excellent view she had of the sheer drop tens of thousands of feet below them.
"One hand there," indicating a camouflaged palm scanner, "and -- stop. Don't put your foot down there. A little to your right. There. Now." Haroun Kim wore a computerized headpiece affixed to his skull, a strange and delightful contrast from his traditional grey-green mage's robes and wispy attempt at a wizard's beard. This man -- or whatever he technically was -- spoke quite timidly, but moved with the grace and confident strength of a leopard staking out its territory. "The prisoner is inside. No, not roaming about. Still unconscious. Her gear, her clothes, everything is in the other room. I, ah, tested it all. Radio, infrared, electromagnetic, psionic, magical... Everything's clean. Oh, and, she's not ... We had extra clothes."
There. Qahtani recognized a qortpi's long, mournful notes soaring across the valleys between the cresting mountains, offering a melodic eulogy for its fallen mate. Moments later, the majestic bird soared into view, all three layers of its wing feathers catching the glint of sunlight long enough to illuminate the brilliant splay of purples and greens famous in the species.
"I've informed Nida-Kule. They know she's here, and that, ah, the Director might take personal interest in this one." Haroun led Qahtani through a small warren of tiny halls, barely wide enough for a hand truck -- or a wheelchair or a baby stroller, she thought absently -- to pass. After only five minutes, Qahtani felt her mental faculties strained. Something must have shown on her face, because Haroun added, with a faltering smile, "That's the second mage's work. She set some disorienting spells into the stone. So if, uh, if there were an intruder ... or an escape, I guess."
The Aschen agent, Marlene Angel, had been detained in a small, bare enclave carved into the rock and reinforced with the same metals, force fields, and spells used to secure the rest of the waystation. She'd been left to lie on the rock slab serving alternately as bench and bed, wearing a plain t-shirt and loose-fitting pants possibly left behind by one of the place's former guests. From outside the door in the secured hallway, on the other side of what she'd been told amounted to one-way glass, Qahtani noted with raised eyebrows the glowing cuffs circling her wrists and ankles. "What, exactly, are those?" she asked Haroun, picking at the edge of one of her eyebrows.
"Oh, ah, those were specially designed -- Leopold had someone working on them," Haroun responded, clasping his hands tightly in front of him as he peered through the door's window too. "They're not just physical restraints. They're meant to inhibit any, ah, psionic, magical, supernatural ... type abilities. You understand." He gestured toward the door, moving back simultaneously. "Well. Whenever you're ready. I'll be in the guest quarters. You have your backup out here." He indicated the two guards who'd accompanied Qahtani out to Têmardo when she'd brought the detainee. "I'll prepare something to eat." And with that, the strange man had gone, leaving Qahtani outside the door, feeling rather alone despite the presence of the two guards close by her.
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