That Old Black Magic

Thanks for keeping these for me.

The unscathed guard takes this time to call into his radio.*

Guard 1: We need backup! On the fifth floor! Outside of Sto-

From the Radio: Jasons, where do you think we’ve got more guards?! We’re stretched thin as it is! Clearing out the rest of the escapees!

Guard 1: Still?!

From the Radio: They weren’t all normal guys who were released, Jasons…

*Harry walks forward, past the injured guard, although he stoops and picks up the man’s gun as he goes*

I mean, what possible kind of inmates could he have at Ravencroft? What dirty secrets could you have been holding in here?

*he squats down to the other guard’s eye level, giving him a good look at how the increased activity has kicked off another Goblin episode*

I wonder.

*he shoots the guard and straightens up, not turning to look at Felicia*

Her eyes linger on the shot man for just a moment too long.  She’s not one for killing.  The only man she’s ever wanted dead was done in by the fates themselves.  And since then she’s never been one for acting directly - she likes her shadows.  

This strikes her but she manages to speak mostly as if it hasn’t.*  

Not a problem for me.

*her eyes are on Harry by the end of it and she passes him with a quickened but casual stride.* Not so sure I can say the same for you.  You’re beginning to seem like the type who’s easily distracted. 

Trust me, there’s a plan. It’s got wiggle room, but there’s a plan.

Felicia chuffs from their current position.*

Wiggle room.

*she lifts her phone again and sets her eyes to it, poking at the screen.* 

Yeah I get that there’s a plan.  You said.  

Rooftop getaway, very dramatic.

*he pats the glider on his back*

Thanks for keeping these for me.

The unscathed guard takes this time to call into his radio.*

Guard 1: We need backup! On the fifth floor! Outside of Sto-

From the Radio: Jasons, where do you think we’ve got more guards?! We’re stretched thin as it is! Clearing out the rest of the escapees!

Guard 1: Still?!

From the Radio: They weren’t all normal guys who were released, Jasons…

*Harry walks forward, past the injured guard, although he stoops and picks up the man’s gun as he goes*

I mean, what possible kind of inmates could he have at Ravencroft? What dirty secrets could you have been holding in here?

*he squats down to the other guard’s eye level, giving him a good look at how the increased activity has kicked off another Goblin episode*

I wonder.

*he shoots the guard and straightens up, not turning to look at Felicia*

Her eyes linger on the shot man for just a moment too long.  She’s not one for killing.  The only man she’s ever wanted dead was done in by the fates themselves.  And since then she’s never been one for acting directly - she likes her shadows.  

This strikes her but she manages to speak mostly as if it hasn’t.*  

Not a problem for me.

*her eyes are on Harry by the end of it and she passes him with a quickened but casual stride.* Not so sure I can say the same for you.  You’re beginning to seem like the type who’s easily distracted. 

Trust me, there’s a plan. It’s got wiggle room, but there’s a plan.

Felicia chuffs from their current position.*

Wiggle room.

*she lifts her phone again and sets her eyes to it, poking at the screen.* 

Yeah I get that there's a plan.  You said.  

Thanks for keeping these for me.

The unscathed guard takes this time to call into his radio.*

Guard 1: We need backup! On the fifth floor! Outside of Sto-

From the Radio: Jasons, where do you think we’ve got more guards?! We’re stretched thin as it is! Clearing out the rest of the escapees!

Guard 1: Still?!

From the Radio: They weren’t all normal guys who were released, Jasons…

*Harry walks forward, past the injured guard, although he stoops and picks up the man’s gun as he goes*

I mean, what possible kind of inmates could he have at Ravencroft? What dirty secrets could you have been holding in here?

*he squats down to the other guard’s eye level, giving him a good look at how the increased activity has kicked off another Goblin episode*

I wonder.

*he shoots the guard and straightens up, not turning to look at Felicia*

Her eyes linger on the shot man for just a moment too long.  She's not one for killing.  The only man she's ever wanted dead was done in by the fates themselves.  And since then she's never been one for acting directly - she likes her shadows.  

This strikes her but she manages to speak mostly as if it hasn't.*  

Not a problem for me.

*her eyes are on Harry by the end of it and she passes him with a quickened but casual stride.* Not so sure I can say the same for you.  You're beginning to seem like the type who's easily distracted. 

Oh, what, it’d be less weird if I called them ‘boys’?

*shrugs.*

It’d be less weird if you didn’t talk to inanimate objects.

*Harry is shrugging into his suit, looking up at Felicia*

*even though she has known someone who’d been there longer and came out without this quirk.  She doesn’t mention any of this and instead walks over to examine some of the other equipment in the room.*

Interesting stuff this place’s got… If there was ever any proof needed that helping mentally ill folks isn’t all these guys are doing, well, here it is.  *she brushes her hand along something that glows at her touch, whirring to life.  She picks it up and looks it over.*  Hmm.

*But suddenly voices sound from outside.*

Guard 1: Hey! Did you hear that?! It sounds like there are people in there!

Guard 2: That’s impossible - the doors are locked tight! We can’t even override them! How could someone be inside?!

Well, we can’t keep them waiting out there. That would be rude.

Not that this next part isn’t about to be a little bit rude.

*she presses a few buttons…

There’s the click of the locks and the fssssh of air as the doors the guards had been banging on open.

Felicia gives a smile and a finger-wave at the confused security.*

Thanks for keeping these for me.

The unscathed guard takes this time to call into his radio.*

Guard 1: We need backup! On the fifth floor! Outside of Sto-

From the Radio: Jasons, where do you think we've got more guards?! We're stretched thin as it is! Clearing out the rest of the escapees!

Guard 1: Still?!

From the Radio: They weren't all normal guys who were released, Jasons...

Oh, what, it’d be less weird if I called them ‘boys’?

*shrugs.*

It’d be less weird if you didn’t talk to inanimate objects.

*Harry is shrugging into his suit, looking up at Felicia*

*even though she has known someone who’d been there longer and came out without this quirk.  She doesn’t mention any of this and instead walks over to examine some of the other equipment in the room.*

Interesting stuff this place’s got… If there was ever any proof needed that helping mentally ill folks isn’t all these guys are doing, well, here it is.  *she brushes her hand along something that glows at her touch, whirring to life.  She picks it up and looks it over.*  Hmm.

*But suddenly voices sound from outside.*

Guard 1: Hey! Did you hear that?! It sounds like there are people in there!

Guard 2: That’s impossible - the doors are locked tight! We can’t even override them! How could someone be inside?!

Well, we can’t keep them waiting out there. That would be rude.

Not that this next part isn't about to be a little bit rude.

*she presses a few buttons...

There's the click of the locks and the fssssh of air as the doors the guards had been banging on open.

Felicia gives a smile and a finger-wave at the confused security.*

Oh, what, it’d be less weird if I called them ‘boys’?

*shrugs.*

It’d be less weird if you didn’t talk to inanimate objects.

*Harry is shrugging into his suit, looking up at Felicia*

*even though she has known someone who'd been there longer and came out without this quirk.  She doesn't mention any of this and instead walks over to examine some of the other equipment in the room.*

Interesting stuff this place's got... If there was ever any proof needed that helping mentally ill folks isn't all these guys are doing, well, here it is.  *she brushes her hand along something that glows at her touch, whirring to life.  She picks it up and looks it over.*  Hmm.

*But suddenly voices sound from outside.*

Guard 1: Hey! Did you hear that?! It sounds like there are people in there!

Guard 2: That's impossible - the doors are locked tight! We can't even override them! How could someone be inside?!

*in the end, he opts, surprisingly, for the truth*

Do I have to spell it out, Fe… Leesh? You’re the only person who came to me and offered their help. Everyone else, they’ve got a vested interest, or they’re afraid, or I’m paying them.

You, though? You visited me, and you offered.

Let’s keep going.

*her voice is heavy and serious.*

You’re going to be late if we hold up any longer and I’ll end up with a mark on my shiny and pristine ‘timeliness’ record.  

*Harry resumes crawling after her, his tone clearly indicating that he’s uncomfortable with the direction the conversation has taken, too, and he’s happy to resume the role of ‘villain being broken out of prison’*

If it makes you feel better, your offer filled several problematic holes in the plan as it stood.

So to speak.

*he quirks his head at the light up ahead*

Mmmm, and the most like something that isn’t sex.

Leave the snarky flirting to those that are better at it.  *she pokes him on the tip of the nose.  This might actually sting a little considering claws, but it’s a super quick, light thing.

She turns to the source of light and nods, going to it and positioning herself on her back, supporting herself with her elbows.  With a swift kick, the grate is opened.*

Aaaand presto.

Well, I don’t think either of us are sure about that one.

*he wriggles out vastly less gracefully, yet manages to land on the floor on his feet, which is at least something. Straightening up, he casts a quick look around the room, then crosses to a panel in the wall. Hooking one hand over the edge, he feels along the side until his fingers find a switch*

*The panel opens smoothly to reveal his stuff*