I tapped my foot impatiently just outside the tent. Inside, the court was still arguing, voices only partially dampened through the tents thick canvas. It sounded like a few were in favor of my plan, others more vehently opposed. It wasnt surprising. The strategy Id cobbled together was unorthodox and required a certain flexibility and willingness to put ones self in danger.
Id studied up on curses out of diligence after learning from the Adventurers Guild doctor the Witch class existed, mainly because they were one of the few forms of magic I couldnt directly counter or affect with In short, they were a pain in the ass for both caster and target. They took forever to deploy and had a heinous number of difficult to fulfill requirents that varied depending on the cursesotis requiring hair, skin cells, in more extre cases blood or even teeth. They also required line of sight. Casting without the target present was possible, but high enough level that the witches I spoke to seed to think of it more as a pipe dream than a realistic goal.
But if you managed to get the curse off and the requisite ti passed without the target seeking the services of a priest, the possibilities were terrifying. Temporary and permanent polymorph, blindness, cancer, liquefaction of organs. Even deaththough the death hex was high level and required so many components from the target that if you died that way, you probably had it coming for ignoring the old woman cackling over the boiling cauldron.
The less alarming options were more interesting. Along with lower requirents, they created situations that were still distressing to the target but had curious and often practical side effects. Obvious examples included causing the targets skin to harden into a shell-like form, or sprout gills, or grow a tail.
And while few people would sign up to be a turtle-fish-monkey hybrid, the alterations always functioned. The tail would be strong enough to support their weight and prehensile, the gills would allow them to breathe underwater, and the shellwhile bulky and hideous to look atwould provide so protection.
Hell, Id probably ask Charlotte for permanent gills if it didnt an struggling for air every ti I wasnt out of water. It just seed too useful to pass up.
Most witches ignored these options for obvious reasons. They were already barely a support class, they couldnt afford to waste their developnt and feat points on curses that wouldnt pack a punch.
But, given her position as a mber of the court and the fact that Charlotte only had access to curses, Id guessed that she had sothing we could use.
And I was right.
The tent flap opened. I half-expected it to be Nick calling back in, or Nathanial telling to shove off. Instead, Julian erged from the tent, nodded to , and pulled a small gray square from his pocket, holding it to his lips. The light at the bottom illuminated green as he breathed in, breathing out a puff of vapor.
He saw looking and held it out in a silent offer.
I considered saying no, then realized I had no real reason to decline and took a pull. The nicotine went straight to my head, a temporary buzz taking the edge off the stress headache gnawing at my temples since early morning.
Strawberry?
Strawberry milk. Julian confird. Very princely.
I took another pullentirely aware I was trading ntal clarity for the possibility of an unnecessary addictionand passed it back to him. Thanks.
Sure.
The voices from the tent lost focus as I prepared for him to try to work . But he didnt. No side eye, no sudden observation to pry information out of . He just stood on the other side of the tent flap and puffed.
Sothing you want? I asked, giving him a lead-in. Being social wasnt in my blood, but Julian was an unknown quantity I needed to get familiar with as soon as possible.
Julian nodded. A break from the noise.
I frowned. He was among the mbers of the court most interested in my plan. Having him out here seed less than ideal. They dont need you in there?
Hah. No. He waved off. Already made my case. Now its Mother and Nathanials turn to argue it into the ground.
Queen for, Nathanial against?
Yep. He blew out a puff of vapor. You dont miss much. She likes it because its ballsy and interesting and new. Nathanial hates it for the sa reasons. Its Charlottes chance to shine, so shes obviously hugely in favor, which almost automatically ans Lucas is against it, but that doesnt matter much. Nathaniel and Maris opinions hold the most weight.
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Paul? I couldn't imagine him as a tiebreaker.
Nah. Paul goes with the majority. Barring that, hell throw his lot in with Mari. Theyre on similar wavelengths. Julian smiled apologetically.
Out of their minds.
Id already gathered most of what hed told , but it was good to have their dynamics confird. Julian was being oddly open, and I was tempted to exploit that, but people with authority were often more sensitive to that sort of thing.
Gotta wonder. I said finally.
What?
How Lucas isnt covered in sores or transford into a toad by now.
Julian coughed out a laugh. He cleared his throat and bared a tired smile. Sa. Honestly, I think the only thing keeping him out of the crosshairs of a voodoo doll is Charlottes astronomical self-control. Keeps trying though. Everything short of straight up asking for it.
Playing with fire.
Hes just a contrarian. And an asshole. Socially, hes miserable to be around, but he snaps into shape when shit hits the fan.
Absent-mindedly, I pulled up my ssages to Ellison. There was nothing new since my ssage this morning, checking for what had to be the tenth ti if there was any sign of life. My little brother is kind of like that. More contrarian, less asshole.
Most of the ti? Julian asked knowingly.
Most of the ti.
Is he still with us?
The question startled . It was presented carefully, almost compassionately. But I could count the number of people Id told about Ellisons disappearance on one-hand.
Sorry. Julian winced, seeming to kick himself. Just I dealt with sothing similar when I lost my grandparents. The whole past-present tense confusion thing. Wasnt trying to stick my nose in.
I ran back the conversation in my head. I was certain I hadnt said was. But Id hesitated slightly on the is. It was either more obvious than I recalled, or Julian was an empath. Still, I couldnt walk it back now. Not with him paying that much attention. Hed either suspect the lie or catch it outright. The whole point of eting the court was to build trust.
Hes still alive. Just missing.
For how long?
Since the attack on my region. When Julian jolted and stared at , I shook my head. Unrelated. He was elsewhere when it all went to shit.
Youre sure?
Positive. Plus, he kind of has a history of disappearing for extended periods of ti and then popping up out of the blue. Thats probably all it is.
So youre not sure.
Again with the read. Getting too reliant on the mask covering my reactions.
No. I answered.
Well Julian stretched as my mood grew darker with thoughts of Ellison. Assuming were not all about to get rolled over by giant ants, I know so quality trackers. People outside the order. I can call in so favors. Maybe even help with the search.
Of all the things Id expected a Prince of the court to say, that wasnt it. It was so far out of my realm of expectations the confusion must have shown on my face, because Julian snorted and looked away.
Funny. I finally said.
Not a joke. Days are pretty packed but my nights are free. Dont sleep much anymore.
neither.
With the strike team retired, barring the occasional Myrddin outing my evenings were also free. I already intended to budget at least a portion of that ti to search for Ellison, but I had no clue where to start. Id thought about asking Nick for help, but by the ti he was finished with the tower for the day he was usually one long blink away from passing out. I couldnt ask him to extend himself more, especially when Ellison might just show up one day, with no explanation for the absence.
Why help ?
Again, Julian shrugged. Hastur says youre a mber of the court, which puts you under itsand by extension mypurview. You have missing family, which kind of speaks to personally. Not to ntion were united in our dislike for Lucas. Explanation enough?
Not even close.
Dont you have more princely things to attend to?
Please. Julian rolled his eyes. They keep cooped up most of the ti unless I have a reason to go out and be a glorified adornnt. Youd be doing a favor.
Out of every other mber of the court, Julian was the person I needed to have a handle on. Because when Nick reported the prophecy to the court, hed left out a key detail: that he was the one whod pull the sword out of the stone. As the person holding the Prince class, Julian was the legitimate, heir. Which in a very real way, made Nick the usurper.
Of course, Nick was convinced Julian was a good guy. That he didnt really buy into the court and had no interest in being King. But Nick often thought too highly of people. And if Julian turned out to be unhappy with the sudden shift of power and beca a threat?
I needed to be ready.
Ill talk to your trackers, at least. See if they can offer any resource I dont already have. I said.
Great! Julian seed oddly happy at the idea of another responsibility. Ill send you my contact
There was a rustle of fabric, and Julien jumped as Nathanial thrust his head through the flaps with a blatant scowl. Perhaps it would be wise not to ignore your duty in favor of a smoke break, your highness.
Whatever you say, Elder Knight. Julian muttered, giving an apologetic look and returning within.
Nathanial stared at for a mont, sides of his mouth turning upward in a subtle smirk. Well. Co on then, new-blood. Lets get you cursed.
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