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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 5, 2015 18:02:15 GMT
She lingered behind.
"The ghost should be gone now," she told the caretaker and then pre-empted the obvious question. "You'll sleep easier the less you know, trust me. But your troubles should be over. I'm sorry about your dog."
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Post by The Caretaker on Jun 5, 2015 18:32:24 GMT
The Caretaker looked at Marie.
"I hope you're right," he said, "I hope... Bah. I hate this place. Everything watches you, all the time."
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 5, 2015 22:14:32 GMT
"Good luck." She made a decision. "If something strange still happens, call this numbers." She took a piece of paper from her pocket and with a quick discreet flick of her wand imprinted a number on it that looked hand scribbled. She gave the caretaker one last nod and caught up with the other two to carry their trophy out.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 22:29:49 GMT
A short while later, Hugo Allbrass looked at the wardrobe.
They had found an abandoned building, an old warehouse now in disuse because its owners had been killed and no new owners had yet been found. They had set the wardrobe down in the centre of a wide open area inside the building and it still managed to dominate the view of the room.
It was a good piece of furniture, well crafted and sturdy. And it looked entirely normal.
"Make sure the building is warded," Allbrass said, "We don't want anyone wandering in, okay?"
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 23:00:11 GMT
"I'm on it." She waved her wand and stepped outside the ro to get started.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 5, 2015 23:14:17 GMT
Marie had gone off in the time that they found the warehouse to borrow some equipment from Wim. As part of his hobby studying artifacts he had a lot of scanners and readers and feelers, some his own creation others procured here and there.
Now she was working on attaching a bundle of wound wires to the wood with her wand. She hoped she was getting the placement right. On the the other end was a modified seismograph that would hopefully give them more information than a little feather could.
She had little hope that they would get much from it, but since last time she was a strong believer that the more they knew in advance the better.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 23:20:58 GMT
Not for the first time Allbrass was grateful that he had a team around him.
He knew what he was. He was a weapon, a magical weapon. He may be a human being, but he was a curse, a jinx. Something to unleash against an opponent. For the last several years he had been aimed squarely at the enemy of his nation, at their wizards and witches, and at the supernatural threats they had harnessed for their cause.
Now they were gone, and there was less need for weapons. But there would always be some reason for him to keep on keeping on.
But thank God there were other people in the world. People like Marie, and Wim and Marisa who could do everything else that needed doing, everything that didn't involve burning or smashing or slashing or stunning or... all those other things.
They said there came a time when swords would be beaten into ploughshares. He wondered what sort of ploughshare he would make.
"Let me know if I can help," he said to Marie.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 23:28:58 GMT
"Hey," Marisa pokes her head through on of the doorways, "do you two still have your communicator-whatsists?" She jingled her bracelet.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 23:30:19 GMT
Allbrass nodded.
"Of course" he said.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 5, 2015 23:39:11 GMT
"Watch the meters. I have to see if the wires are right."
She held the end of another line to the wood a little ways from the others and tapped the wood right next to it with her wand.
If all went right, a small 'shock' would appear in the seismographs, identical in shape but with slightly delay. If the alignment was wrong she'd move some lines and try again.
She paused at Marisa's question and showed her the locket. "Of course."
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 23:39:29 GMT
"Great, I'll link the seal to those. You'll need to have it on you to get in, but anyone else, magical or muggle, won't even notice the place.
That way if that thing," she gestured to the wardrobe," let's out any sort of magical signal, it'll take anyone trying to follow us some time to get through, if they even manage to pinpoint its location."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 23:43:10 GMT
"I'll be going through," said Allbrass. "You two can monitor what happens."
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 5, 2015 23:43:47 GMT
"Smart," she commented.
"Okay, I think were ready to try," she said. "Op hoop van zegen."
She moved back to the seismograph and tapped it with her wand. Wild oscillations started up. "It has to settle a little, Wim says." She was looking at the graphs with concentration.
"One of us should go with you at least Hugo. It's too dangerous alone."
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 23:50:41 GMT
"That'll be me then, since I have no clue what any of this does." Marisa finished warding the place, and the breeze that had been whistling in from outside stopped. "All set."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 23:53:44 GMT
Hugo opened the doors. The wardrobe interior looked like it always did.
Thirteen went in...
He reached out toward the back panel and felt the cool wind rise around him.
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