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Her efforts focused solely on telling the two of them what a moron I was. When all was calm, I turned to the still annoyed young woman, I said, “So, how are Spirit Staff and K-Otica?”
“My brother and sister-in-law are well and seem to be enjoying Mexico City. I didn’t know that you knew them.”
Making certain to look at Sheila I said, “Back when I was on the other side of the fence. They were the only two on this team who didn’t annoy me.”
In truth, I really only felt that way about K-Octica, but I was trying to be nice. Her brother was an arrogant shit with a magical bo staff. I kind of enjoyed the time I threw a dumpster at him. Shortly before the bugs showed up, Karina had convinced Spirit Staff to relocate South of the Border to be closer to her family.
“Let’s just get this over with,” the sorceress said, not really responding to my olive branch.
I couldn’t have agreed more. Unwilling to go back to my work, I watched the magic happen... or not in this case. They lit candles in a pattern around my petrified amigo and walked around chanting and waving various objects at him. It was interesting to observe, and slowly I began to feel the hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand up. The room temperature fluctuated wildly and I felt chills. Grand Vizier had sweat glistening from his prominent forehead, and Mystigal wore a look that seemed to be one part concentration and the other constipation.
As my hopes for Andy’s revival began to dim I thought, Apparently, comparing what they could do to what the dinosaur could do, was like calling Da Vinci a handyman.
Even my little mental jab did little to improve my mood. The dinosaur’s words echoed in my mind; about how he called down the meteor that created the Gulf of Mexico to crush a rebellion and oddly enough, bring about the end of reptilian dominance. I wasn’t sure if I believed it, but watching the two humans struggle against the curse, charm, or whatever the hell it was, made me doubly glad that I’d killed him.
Mystigal uses all sorts of protections on her costume. Maybe I could get her to put a layer of magic on my Kevlar vest? Hey wait! Did Andy’s arm just move?
I got plenty excited, but it only lasted a few seconds. The Grand Vizier stopped chanting and breathed a deep sigh. He’d apparently tapped out of the match and it looked like Mystigal wasn’t far behind. The old man in the crimson and purple robes pulled himself to his feet, looking far older than when he had entered.
“No dice, huh?” I stated.
“I’m afraid it cannot be undone,” the man said, sounding like he’d just finished a five K. “The magics that permeate Andydroid’s body are completely foreign to me. Asa is more stubborn than I am and will expend much more of her power before conceding defeat.”
I pointed to some of my transformed armor chunks and asked, “I don’t really know how magic works, but could you start on something smaller and work your way up?”
“Perhaps,” he replied. “But I fear the results would still be the same. Undoing a spell requires some foundation in the discipline from which the spell was cast. We lack that grounding and the most we would be able to do would be to layer our own spells on top of what has already been done and animate him as a mindless living statue.”
Pondering his words, I pictured the result and knew instinctively that Andy wouldn’t want to end up like that. “No, I’m pretty sure Andy wouldn’t want to be some kind of golem. Some of the things I recovered look like they might have this dinosaur’s language scratched in to it. Would those help? They are these silver rectangular slates.”
Vizier looked skeptical, but humored me and examined the silver platters José and I had brought back.
After a little over a minute, he rendered his judgment. “Even once this language is deciphered, and assuming they contain the spell he’s using; it would likely take years to reach a point where the
“My brother and sister-in-law are well and seem to be enjoying Mexico City. I didn’t know that you knew them.”
Making certain to look at Sheila I said, “Back when I was on the other side of the fence. They were the only two on this team who didn’t annoy me.”
In truth, I really only felt that way about K-Octica, but I was trying to be nice. Her brother was an arrogant shit with a magical bo staff. I kind of enjoyed the time I threw a dumpster at him. Shortly before the bugs showed up, Karina had convinced Spirit Staff to relocate South of the Border to be closer to her family.
“Let’s just get this over with,” the sorceress said, not really responding to my olive branch.
I couldn’t have agreed more. Unwilling to go back to my work, I watched the magic happen... or not in this case. They lit candles in a pattern around my petrified amigo and walked around chanting and waving various objects at him. It was interesting to observe, and slowly I began to feel the hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand up. The room temperature fluctuated wildly and I felt chills. Grand Vizier had sweat glistening from his prominent forehead, and Mystigal wore a look that seemed to be one part concentration and the other constipation.
As my hopes for Andy’s revival began to dim I thought, Apparently, comparing what they could do to what the dinosaur could do, was like calling Da Vinci a handyman.
Even my little mental jab did little to improve my mood. The dinosaur’s words echoed in my mind; about how he called down the meteor that created the Gulf of Mexico to crush a rebellion and oddly enough, bring about the end of reptilian dominance. I wasn’t sure if I believed it, but watching the two humans struggle against the curse, charm, or whatever the hell it was, made me doubly glad that I’d killed him.
Mystigal uses all sorts of protections on her costume. Maybe I could get her to put a layer of magic on my Kevlar vest? Hey wait! Did Andy’s arm just move?
I got plenty excited, but it only lasted a few seconds. The Grand Vizier stopped chanting and breathed a deep sigh. He’d apparently tapped out of the match and it looked like Mystigal wasn’t far behind. The old man in the crimson and purple robes pulled himself to his feet, looking far older than when he had entered.
“No dice, huh?” I stated.
“I’m afraid it cannot be undone,” the man said, sounding like he’d just finished a five K. “The magics that permeate Andydroid’s body are completely foreign to me. Asa is more stubborn than I am and will expend much more of her power before conceding defeat.”
I pointed to some of my transformed armor chunks and asked, “I don’t really know how magic works, but could you start on something smaller and work your way up?”
“Perhaps,” he replied. “But I fear the results would still be the same. Undoing a spell requires some foundation in the discipline from which the spell was cast. We lack that grounding and the most we would be able to do would be to layer our own spells on top of what has already been done and animate him as a mindless living statue.”
Pondering his words, I pictured the result and knew instinctively that Andy wouldn’t want to end up like that. “No, I’m pretty sure Andy wouldn’t want to be some kind of golem. Some of the things I recovered look like they might have this dinosaur’s language scratched in to it. Would those help? They are these silver rectangular slates.”
Vizier looked skeptical, but humored me and examined the silver platters José and I had brought back.
After a little over a minute, he rendered his judgment. “Even once this language is deciphered, and assuming they contain the spell he’s using; it would likely take years to reach a point where the
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