I see someone at least comprehends the chain of command.” Dennis and Vista were giving Piggot a glare that, combined was nearly as intense as her own, Carlos, Dean, and Tybalt looked more than a bit disgruntled and unsettled, and even Sophia looked a bit upset by the proceedings (or at least not glorying in karma). Slowly, my teammates settled down, looking more than a bit upset by this turn of events. “-and now she’s the villain, you hypocritical-” That was what finally burst the dam holding back the Wards’ (and Tybalt’s) responses Less chance of being separated in a high-stress situation that way.” Hebert has volunteered to be part of a new initiative involving GPS tracking of the Wards while on missions. And indeed, when the tracking bracelet was dredged up from beneath her desk, I just breathed an internal sigh of relief it wasn’t worse. So, I am letting you off relatively lightly.” “Thankfully, you also seem to be fully aware of this sheer idiocy of what you did right then and there, and you began some degree of damage control. “Be glad that, despite your repeated presence in my office, and your appearance generally heralding catastrophe, that this is somehow the first time you are completely at fault!”Īnd just like that, she calmed down. “When it was eminently possible to, say, leave the room and then release stress there, with only telling Carlos instead of every damn person in the room that there was actionable intelligence somewhere.” “And of course, there is also the fact that this happened directly in front of the very reason it was made secret in the first place.” The glare narrowed even further. A counter I was sure would be the antithesis of help.Īpparently satisfied nobody was backtalking her, Piggot continued. I couldn’t smell anything new from Dennis, but I could feel the counter that must have been on his lips. Thankfully, Carlos had somehow convinced the other Wards to remain silent. “Of course,” she continued, affixing me in particular with that glare of hers, “if certain persons were more capable of controlling their anger, that wouldn’t be as much of an error on my part.” Piggot had called in all the Wards this time, presumably because the whole “secrecy” thing wasn’t working. Specifically, how there was a lot of speech I could forgive if the scent matched the contents. The past few weeks had really impressed on me the value of self-awareness as a quality, I had found. “So, the inevitable happened,” Piggot muttered. Which is why we enchant them, because that results in a lot of damage to mundane items…”

“Now then, the basics of kyton ritual magic involves use of a proxy to help visualize the target, and the effects the incantation will have on them. “You and your delusions, have a bit of fun with the eyes, eh?”Īs if I didn’t feel guilty enough about my outburst.Ī couple more checks (“Lauren, you missed a stitch”), and the kyton crossed back to the front of the room, and her collection of beakers, fluids, and a couple of cauldrons, one pewter, one brass. “Kroko honestly gave me more trouble.” She flicked the aforementioned paranoid schizophrenic crocodile on the nose, ruffling his blanket. “Leave the aversion therapy until after the dream with the dog,” she replied, curtly. “I’m stuck on Dolly, but Kroko and Dub were pretty easy-” “You’ve been playing that game I lent you?” She strode forward a bit, inspecting the self-made voodoo plushies, first Carter’s own smiley face with a pentacle for a nose, then Smith’s dog, then my croc. I don’t care if you copy something you found on an internet search, it just needs to be made by you to work right.”

Each one needs to be unique, or at least personally crafted by you. “Right then, you may want to find some decorations for those dolls, folks. His master’s own reaction was to simply raise an eyebrow before returning to her stoic, “teaching” expression. Mutely, Saph speared two out of a trio of blank dolls and brushed them off on the slack students’ (or possibly just bad at crafts, actually) desks. Out of the six apprentice witches Cordy had found, four were placing their respective “voodoo plushies” (as we had all decided to call them both because it was more descriptive and because of fear of Dennis hearing their actual name) on the table. Cordy turned back to student assembly - a somewhat humorously surreal motion, given how the vast majority of students were adult PRT agents in uniform, with one bat-winged pseudo-erinyes, and the teacher was…yeah.

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