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Mel? How? Jubal? / Yard ape? Get to work! / I can't do it! The resurrection spell requires a sacrifice in order to work! / Little Harry Potter Jr. here should fit the bill nicely. / ?! |
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Y-You're not really... / I'm sure that Mel is only jesting. / You see Duncan, in order to bring a life back, there must be a balance paid. A sacrifice is needed to work the spell and therefore it is RARELY used. / But there is another way. A deed must be done. / True. / A deed that can bring total balance. THAT is also why this whole drama is so bizarre. |
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Burp! / Uh... missing the main ingredient to your Thanksgiving Day dinner? / I must apologize, Sebo has not been around lately and he got a little upset. What can I say? He's definitely not a vegetarian. / Oh well. Happy Thanksgiving!! |
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Mel, a deed that would bring total balance would have to be monumental. Um... stopping a war, feeding the masses... uh... / Reinstating the Council of Three, thereby bringing stability to our kind? / Would THAT accomodate the resurrection spell? / It would. / And THAT monumental DEED, my dear Jacob, is why I came back in the first place. |
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The Council of Three? I thought that was a myth. / It might as well be. The Council was a governing triad consisting of a witch or wizard, a morph and a vampire. / A vampire? Sa-weet! / The Council was disbanded by Deus Lupus after the First World War. In fact the morph was killed in that war. Afterwards his heirs disappeared without a trace. / But I have found the other two... / In fact, one of them as come out into the light, so to speak. |
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Ah... Lillith, the original enigma. The very first of her kind. She has been both slace and queen, but no one really knows who she is or where she came from. / And now she's playing the CEO of a feminist fashion magazine. / Hmm, fitting. You said that you were able to find two of the original Council members. The wizard is the second? / Yes. He is a doctor in Montana... retired. / An ancient wizard never retires. He is hiding. / The morph. I cannot locate his heirs. / No one can find them. Perhaps Deus killed them after he dissolved the Council. Perhaps they were a myth to begin with. / Chelsea will find them. If she is INDEED the magical pureblood she need only stand by the other two Council members and it will come to her. / Her instincts will guide her. Her direction connection to magick will show her the way. / And that's why I came back. To gain Chelsea's help once again. / And with Jubal in this WAY she will have an overabundance of incentive. |
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Mel? Why do you do these things? / You stopped a war. You don't need to keep trying to save the World. / Do you think that Chelsea will be surprised to see me? / You can ignore me, but you can't ignore the truth. / Truth? You're a pain, that's the truth. |
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Something is up. I know it. I can FEEL it! / I've called the radio station and they haven't seen Jubal. The sherrif has no leads and Jubal is not at a hospital. / He's okay. Just try and not worry. It will all be okay. / No, Grandma. It's not okay. Jubal was shot because he tried to protect me. Jubal may be dead... and it's my fault. |
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CHELSEA! This is not your fault! The jackass that shot Jubal. It's HIS fault! / I know... but everything that has happened recently... Cynthia, Mama... and Corrine. It was all because of me. / Knock! Knock! / It was because of that damned... / Curse? |
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Are you going to invite me in? / Why? Are you a VAMPIRE now? / Actually, that's a myth... one of many, but nonetheless may I? / Co-Corrine? / Yes, Grandma. Your little boy's baby girl is back from the grave... again. |
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I know, I know. Questions, questions and more questions. / I suppose I should be surprised to see you alive, but somehow I'm not. / And I thought you were glad to be my sister. That's what you said at the grave side. / And I thought you were DEAD! |
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So, you loved me more when I was dead, hmmm? I suppose that goes for your little pet rock too. Jubal is his name? / What have you done with Jubal? / I have done NOTHING with your little leech! HE'S DEAD! / But we can change that, if you agree to help me. |
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J-J-Jubal's dead? No, no, no, no, nononononono. / It's my fault... It's all my fault! If I had not come back here! If I didn't, if I didn't love Jubal so much... if... / Whapp! / The World does not revolve around you! Get that through your bloody skull! / You whiny little bitch! You are so pathetic! If you had been through half of what I had endured, you'd be in a bloody nut house by now! / I've heard quite enough from you, Corrine! Get out! / No, Grandma. She's right. / If there's a chance she can SAVE Jubal, then I'll do whatever she wants. |
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Zap! / W-Where are we now? / My London flat. Thought we'd drop by and get you some decent clothing. / Here, wear something clinging. That LOOSE granola look will get you killed for sure. |
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I've never understood why the Batman ever wore a cape. It's so impractical. I mean, that's the first thing I'd go for. / A slave to fashion I suppose. / What do you think? Practical, chic AND threatening. |
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Are we going to war again or is this for your sideline business as a dominatrix? / They're just some bric-a-brac I've picked up here and there. Don't use most of them... / 'cept the whip. / But enough of that... we have a date with HISTORY. |
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SO! Are you going to tell me what is going on AND how you intend on saving Jubal?! Are you?!?! / Sooner or later I suppose. / Duncan! Do not play with that! Jubal's soul is in thathar! We don't want it to... / Cra-ash! |
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Duncan!! You!!! / I'm sorry! I was just playing. / We'l have to go ahead with the resurrection spell! / Creating a circle with this unicorn powder can anchor a soul to it's body for a brief time... after death. MAYBE it will work here. / But we're going to need more than this. We're going to need help! |
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Wow! I feel so much better. Man, I swear I've been in a jar all night and a pickle jar at that. / Hey Jacob, what's up? Uh, Jacob? Yo! Do I offend? / Hey, there's Ruth and she's bending down over... ME! / Oh, yeah... I remember now. I'm dead. |
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Soooo. I'm dead. Now what? / I don't see any singular bright lights. I don't hear trumpets playing Stairway to Heaven. / And it doesn't appear to be getting any hotter in here. Maybe a cute goth chick will show up. / Oh well, I guess I could just hang out here and see if they can bring me back. I wish I had some popcorn for this flick. / My dear Ruth, I thank you so very much for coming. MEL, I mean Corrine and I were going to cast the spell together. / But certain CHILDREN who play with soul jars and their equally careless uncles have made it necessary to go ahead with the resurrection spell. It requires a male and female witch or wizard to cast. / It's also BLACK MAGICK! I don't approve of it and I don't fool with it... / But if it will bring back Jubal and help Chelsea, then I cannot refuse. / This is an ancient spell that was once forbidden by the Council of Three. Normally it requires a sacrifice or heroic deed PRIOR to being cast. This puts things back into BALANCE as it were. / Casting this spell before hand WILL give back life to Jubal, but only for a few hours. / Mel and Chelsea must complete their quest within those few hours or all is lost. / Jubal will die and be gone forever. / Now let us begin. |
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We will chant the spell until it works... or until it is evident that all is futile. / You are the Mother of Light. I am the Father of Darkness. Let us come together. Let us be one. / Life... return to thee. / Life... bestow to thee. / Life... from me to thee. / Life... from us to thee. / Life... from ALL to thee. / Again!! |
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Life... return to thee. / I'm feeling a really weird sensation. / Life... bestow to thee. / It's a like a tingling sensation. / Life... from me to thee. / Like I'm a snowflake floating away. / Life... from us to thee. / Like I'm a Peppermint Patty suddenly... / Life... from ALL to thee! / Alive! |
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We did it Ruth! He's alive! / He's alive! / Mina, hand me my wrap. I believe I will go out for dinner. |
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Yes, I believe I will go out for dinner. I think... Indian would be good. / Mina, call The Bombay Brasserie and have my private table waiting. I'll have the mushroom xacuti tonight. / I beg your pardon mum, but security has informed me that there are two young women who wish to speak with you. They do not have an appointment, but are quite adament. One of them says her name is... Mel. Shall I have them... ejected? / *Sigh*... No, Mina. Fix me a blood tonic and then send them in. |
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We're going to see WHO? / Lillith. / THE Lillith? Fabled first wife of Adam? The supposed very first vampire? The Queen of the Undead? / Yes! Yes! and YES! Question time over? / Should I curtsey? / Don't be a smart-ass. |
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That's Lillith? She's so tiny. / Mum? / People were shorter... back then and had better hearing. / I... I meant no disrespect. / I know. If you had I would be draining the life out of you at this very moment. |
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You are Chelsea aren't you? The pureblood. / Yes Ma'am. / I've heard of you. I've heard of your exploits. It seems that you rid the world of a rather nasty wolf. You should be proud. / Proud? More like I didn't have a choice. / Is that what you tell yourself? When you're all alone at night and can hear nothing but the cricket's song. / But that's no business of mine... so Mel, to what do I owe this UNEXPECTED pleasure. / We've come to reinstate the Council of Three. / Hahahahahahaha... heehee,,, hohoho... hahaha... / Oh my goodness. That was a good one Mel. I haven't laughed like that in over fifty years. / Oh course you realize that's QUITE impossible. / Nevertheless, that's what we are here for. |
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A life for a life, a life for a cause, a life for all... all reset the balance... but we already know that. / What if the balance isn't met. How much time do we have to meet it... ah here we go. / Be wary of the balance by life or by deed, pay in full less the sould reclaimed by the setting moon's royal steed.# / We have until the moon sets. Roughly 12 hours from now. |
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Jubal has twelve hours until his soul will be reclaimed by the magick. / I SUPPOSE someone should alert Mel to this new deadline. / I suppose it should be me. / I... suppose I should call her now. / I suppose. |
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Understand this Mel. Even if I WANTED to be part of the council again your quest is moot. The wolf is dead. / Your BEAU offed him and his heirs long ago. / But there is evidence that his heirs are still alive. / Your beau?! / Brrrnnzzz! / This better be DAMNED important! |
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