"Oh, I don't know about that," he says a bit cryptically. Now that he's got his breath back he can really think. And the conclusion he comes to is... less than ideal, but it should work.
He doesn't often subject Palindrome (not to mention his own brain!) to sustained manifestation, but there's nothing for it. Magickal energy gathers, subtly twisting reality by its numbers again, and the moment he opens his hands this energy spreads over her, tingling with combined heat and cold. As he steps back it closes around her, forming a swirling bubble of red and blue.
Unfortunately one can't strike or tear one's way out of magick--it simply reforms.
"There, now," he says. "That's better." He glances at the silver bindings and then turns, heading for the door. As he does so, the bubble floats, bringing her along inside it.
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He doesn't often subject Palindrome (not to mention his own brain!) to sustained manifestation, but there's nothing for it. Magickal energy gathers, subtly twisting reality by its numbers again, and the moment he opens his hands this energy spreads over her, tingling with combined heat and cold. As he steps back it closes around her, forming a swirling bubble of red and blue.
Unfortunately one can't strike or tear one's way out of magick--it simply reforms.
"There, now," he says. "That's better." He glances at the silver bindings and then turns, heading for the door. As he does so, the bubble floats, bringing her along inside it.