Glittering. The only word to describe New York by Night.
Nausicca swung the Porsche around a steep curve, and looked out over the city. Glittering, indeed. The breath of a dying city.
You do that Romeo, be what you wanna be… A blur of red, all steel and muscle beneath his foot. The motor roaring like a hungry beast. Nausicca smiled. It was the speed which made him feel so vibrant. That and the smell of leather.
Looks like you’re running and playing, do that stupid dance for me… The music thrashed its way from the amplifiers.
There. Just ahead. Oscillating lights. The others, probably. Waiting.
I see you… Nausicca slammed down on the brakes, and turned hard right… twist and turn…
Fade to black. The Porsche pulled unwillingly into parallel. …you look so stupid.
Nausicca let the engine slowly die as shapes coalesced from the darkness all around him. He kept the music on, though.
Do that Romeo, please be my voice in this world. I can’t sing the songs that you sing, I can’t find the gorgeous words…
‘Get out.’
Nausicca heard the bidding even over the din of the speakers. A simple trick, really. Projection took little skill and even less power. Nevertheless, he slowly stepped out of the vehicle, hands twisted in a sigil of protection. Most powerful spells required the use of limbs, and by locking his fingers together, Nausicca had robbed himself of his arsenal. One of the few formalities required by the Convocation.
I feel just like a local god when I’m with the boys. We do what we want, yes we do what we want.
‘Shut it off.’ The speaker, a tall fellow wearing the old robes. Gold and black against Nausicca’s Adidas whites. The concave leader.
Nausicca turned the music up just a notch. The leader frowned slightly. Nausicca chose that moment of displeasure to speak.
‘I need a couple days in your Domain. Just passing through.’
‘No.’
‘Look, I’ll follow the Druid guidelines and -’
‘You practice the forbidden arts. New York is strictly Technology.’
‘I won’t cause any troubl - ’
‘You already have. Now get out.’
…you look so fucking stupid. Nausicca felt rather than saw the gathering of mages behind him. Ready for trouble. He kept his attention on the spokesman. ‘I’m giving you one last chance.’ I feel just like a local god…
The leader took a step back. The signal. Nausicca stamped his foot once, into the dirt where he had silently traced out a small rune. His body immediately took on a bluish glow and began to shimmer. The hooded adepts, only a shade too slow, pulled out guns from under their robes. The metallic barrels pumped blaze after blaze into the figure which once had been Nausicca...
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