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Post by Circe on Jun 5, 2018 19:37:07 GMT -6
(OOC Note: This is an ongoing/not case related RP in the MCU Universe. A character driven plot agreement between DemiKara and Absenthia}
Quiet nights in were a precious thing, a thing that most people didn't dare disturb, especially for MCU's current Warden who more often than not lately had found herself being called out at all hours of the night. Three months ago it had been to assist local police with a rather belligerent drunk, who had managed to empty the entire bar in the course of a single evening. Shortly after that it had been a similar case where the same man had turned several tables at the local pool hall into rather vicious man eating ostriches. Tonight however, seemed to be oddly quiet, but most of the night shift didn't dare mention it for fear of what might get heaped on their plate if they dared to mention the "q" word.
Finishing the last few pieces of paperwork, Catherine sat back and thought for a moment. 'Am I missing anything?' She wondered before reaching and turning out the lamp over her desk. With the hours she had been pulling lately, it seemed amazing that her thoughts were even halfway intact. Especially considering some of their recent cases, and it was needless to say that there were still a few fires that would take awhile to put out.. almost literally, but sooner or later people would forget; or so she hoped. But right now, it was time to go home and hopefully enjoy what remained of her evening before she had to go to bed and go to work all over again in the morning.
"I'm going home, Boyuan has my number if anything happens." Catherine informed one of the other officers that had been working in the largely empty building with the rest of the night shift. In some ways she didn't envy them, but at the same time could feel some amount of sympathy judging by how many times she'd been pulled out of her own bed at odd hours of the night. It didn't take long for her to reach the small home she shared with her husband, Alexander. Finding most of the lights already out, she dropped her bag by the front door and went upstairs to bed.
It didn't take long before her phone started ringing, "I hope you realize what time it is.." She grumbled sleepily. The officer on the other end of the line apologized then explained the nature of the situation. It was the same drunk from the bar and pool hall; apparently this time it was rather urgent. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, Catherine looked at the time on her phone. She had only been asleep for three hours before they decided to call. "Give me... fifteen minutes and I'll head that way." She sighed in annoyance as she stood up, went to get dressed and leave.
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Post by demikara on Jun 5, 2018 20:00:56 GMT -6
It wasn't that he was a drunk. Or at least, if you asked him, he wasn't a drunk. It was that he just had feelings and needed to numb them. The alcohol helped. What did not help was the reaction his magic had to the alcohol. When sober, Rahal had iron clad control over the primordial chaos magic he wielded. When drunk however well. Chaos magic liked to cause chaos, so to speak, and when drunk, his ironclad control was easily thwarted. And unfortunately, everyone in his vicinity suffered for it.
This time it was a flock on miniature rubber ducks that had apparently declared war against the majority of the patrons, Rahal included. There was however a distinct lack of ice cubes in the bar. Every ice cube had turned into a rubber duck and promptly tried to feast on the bar goers. The mage shook her leg to knock off some of the tiny flesh eaters. The rubber ducks weren't the only issue of course. Half the bar had clouds of chocolate milk raining down on them as they cowered under the tables. Glitter mist was rising from the ground and the lights had half been changed to daisies. The bar itself, which had been wood, had become made of garden gnomes carefully stacked and all with a rather terrifying look on their face. Several resembled the bar tender who stood in front of Rahal, trembling, and ready to poor another strawberry daiquiri at the mage's demand.
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Post by Circe on Jun 6, 2018 18:14:09 GMT -6
"Not again..." Catherine sighed with exasperation as she opened the door to the bar. This one would have to be added to the list of places anyone from MCU would likely be banned from, just out of fear of another event like the one the mage had currently created. Between the glitter, ducks, and the garden gnomes, it was a miracle there weren't ostriches yet. Surveying the scene laid out in front of her, Catherine weighed her options. She could either risk using a massive dissolution spell herself, or find a way to force Rahal to do it. She voted for the later, and began to wade through the chaos of the bar.
"I'm sorry about all of this. Someone called to let me know that he needed a ride home." Catherine said offering an apologetic smile to the bar tender.
Reaching out with the smallest of tendrils of magic, she touched each mind in the bar and leaned heavily on the desire to sleep. Soon they were a was soon passed out underneath the bar or table, snoring lightly. They'd wake up hours later after everything was cleaned up with a slight headache and little memory of the incident.
"Rahal, let's go." She said turning to the tipsy mage.
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Post by demikara on Jun 7, 2018 13:49:40 GMT -6
"Catherine!" He declared. "Catherine, you took away the man who pours my drinks. And I know it was you." He grumbled and stumbled to his feet. The mage surveyed the chaos in the bar and snorted. "Ah. Oops?" It looked like his magic had gotten out from under him again. That happened all too often and he knew it. Usually, of course, when he was drunk. "So. I see why you got called out?" No one else was willing to deal with him. The mage swayed on his feet and collapsed. The chair he had been on caught him, moving of it's own accord. "But the alcohol helps you know. Numbs the feelings so I'm not so...so...yeah." He closed his eyes and shrugged.
He sighed and laid his head on the counter. "Do you remember my spectacularly dumb apprentice? Fire happy, liked fighting? He's dead now too. Everyone close to me dies." Catherine was the closest he had to a friend and that was sad.
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Post by Circe on Jun 7, 2018 18:56:08 GMT -6
"Not particularly, no." She commented dryly. This was the last thing she wanted to hear about this evening, Rahal's mournful recollection of his various apprentices. "And there's no oops this time, mage." The woman said trying to suppress her anger and annoyance at having been called out yet again to deal with him. "As it currently stands, you are under arrest for abuse of magic." She added as she produced a pair of handcuffs from somewhere on her person. It was obvious that Catherine was less than happy with a ten plus hour shift, then getting called out to deal with a repeat offender like Rahal.
Grabbing his wrist and drawing it behind him, she quickly threw him off balance onto the bar floor. Pinning him down with her right knee, she pulled one arm over and then the other, placing the cuffs securely onto his wrists. "You have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the face of a Council Tribunal." She explained before hauling him up back onto his feet.
"You're going to sober up the human way too." Catherine stated as she muttered a quick spell under her breath, resulting in Rahal unable to move. "Stay put, I'm going to check your pockets." A quick pat down soon produced what she was looking for, a potion designed to quickly sober it's drinker up and absorb any remaining alcohol in their system.
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Post by demikara on Jun 7, 2018 19:04:42 GMT -6
"Wait what!" He yelped as he was easily unbalanced and pinned down. "What! Catherine, what the fuck?" This was not normal. And she wanted him to sober up the human way? "I can't fix this drunk, and you and I both know there's no one local who can undo it." Rahal, drunkard though he was, was one of the heaviest hitters in Dallas. He wasn't bragging. No one local would have an easy time fixing pseudo sentient quarter sized rubber ducks in army gear. the rest shouldn't be too hard, just some reverse area effects and transfigurations, but the ducks well.
Speaking off, a squad of helmeted rubber ducks bearing rubber guns that were no functional roared a rather high pitched squeak as they attacked Catherine's ankles, trying to take a bite out of her. The easy prey of the barman already had tiny rubber teeth gnawing on his exposed forearms. Rahal squirmed and tried to get out from under Catherine. It wouldn't be much use. She had always been the physically stronger of the two and without his magic, inhibited by the magic suppressing handcuffs as it now as, he didn't stand a chance against her. He was reduced to a weedy, nerdy, drunk.
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Post by Circe on Jun 7, 2018 19:18:08 GMT -6
She considered her options, but found it best to let him sit and stew. "Look, you were told next time you would be arrested for disorderly conduct and abuse of magic. But you still decided to do this." Catherine lectured. She was far from amused with his drunken antics, especially when it was the third time in as many months. "I can't bail your ass out, and you know it too."
Once she squared Rahal away, she'd return to initiate the massive despell method that R&D had finally developed. This was as good as any time to test it out, especially considering how potent Rahal's magic could be. "As for the bar, don't worry about that. We've got a way to fix it now." She said, gloating slightly at the fact that she'd possibly stop getting the 3am calls about him.
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Post by demikara on Jun 7, 2018 19:27:08 GMT -6
"Ah, what?" That was cheating. Getting rid of his magic without him doing it was a cheat. If they could undo it, then he'd be out some of his MCU income too. Still, the mage sighed and let his head drop to the floor. "Do we really have to do it with the magic restraining cuffs? Seriously. No one got actually hurt. We're fine." Disorderly conduct wasn't a major charge. It'd be no trouble, really. But the abuse of magic one was serious enough they may try to sentence him to something heavier, like a binding, and even drunk, he didn't want to think of that situation. Especially when he was drunk, he didn't want to think of it. "Come on Catherine. Abuse of magic means the fucking tribunal, and the only decent ones there are June and Lex. The rest suck." He knew them all too well too.
There were remarkably few people found of the council, but no one liked council tribunals, especially not being on the wrong side of them.
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Post by Circe on Jun 7, 2018 19:51:02 GMT -6
Catherine didn't answer Rahal's question, she was more concerned with getting in and getting out. The media would more than likely be interested in this one, and she'd rather they not have the ammo. Either way, Rahal would be facing a tribunal and more than likely ordered to attend some sort of therapy or rehabilitation services before being allowed to work with MCU again, if at all. "You really don't understand the phrase 'you have the right to remain silent' do you?" She asked tersely as she finished the pat down and found nothing other than the potion and his wallet. Knowing her luck, he likely transported himself there via magic instead of driving.
"You can either sit in the car or stay here. Either way your choice." Catherine told the man. The spell from R&D was simple, but they'd explained very carefully that it would take a good amount of power to back it. Which is why they had very cautiously approached the theory of asking the Warden to test it initially.
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Post by demikara on Jun 16, 2018 15:20:29 GMT -6
"A spell remover? Trust me, you want me in the car." He said calmly. Rahal much preferred to be in the car for this. Besides, it would remove the color spell from his hair and that would be a bitch to replace with magic suppressing handcuffs. Among other things, of course. He did not actually want to see how strong it was. "I can wait there for it to fail." He doubted it would do what it was supposed to do. The mage grumbled from his spot on the ground. "Can I please have my sobering potion?" He hiccuped. Nothing happened. His brow wrinkled in confusion.
That made no sense. Usually hiccups always caused something to happen, sober or drunk. Someone brought the super strong cuffs then. Dammit.
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Post by Circe on Jun 17, 2018 10:44:15 GMT -6
"Suit yourself." Catherine commented as she ushered the mage back outside to the awaiting car. There was more than likely going to be paperwork and a very long discussion when she returned with him to the station. It wasn't something she was exactly looking forwards to, but knew that it couldn't be avoided any longer. Council had informed her that any more leniency towards Rahal and his alcoholic indiscretions would not be overlooked. There were no more tries, no more apologies, and no more letting the mage get away with causing chaos when their relationships with the mundane were already exceedingly tenuous.
"No you may not have the potion either. I told you, you'll have to sober up the mundane way." She said to him, frustration evident in her voice. Right now she just hoped the removal or reversal spell, she couldn't remember exactly what it had been called, would work. If it didn't then she really didn't want to be asking the other for help, it was awkward enough having to arrest him, much less then turn around and ask for his help undoing the magic. Catherine knew she should be capable enough, but the deep seated concern over using the magic was still there.
Returning inside, she reached into her pocket for a small slip of paper and a piece of knotted string taped to it. Really the paper was just a yellow post-it note that R&D had scribbled the instructions on for her, and the string a grubby piece of twine one of them had managed to find. For once Research and Development at the Dallas branch had remembered that magic wasn't something the Warden often worked with. "This had better work..." Catherine muttered grumpily.
Eyeing the words on the post-it and it's associated string with suspicion, she sighed and read the words before speaking them. She wasn't sure if it would work, or how much she would even be able to attempt, but none the less she forged ahead.
"Per hoc filum non solvit, ut hanc magicae pedum solvere!" Catherine uttered before quickly untying the piece of twine.
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Post by demikara on Jun 17, 2018 10:58:18 GMT -6
Rahal grumbled as he sat in the back of the car. this was not fun. He hoped the spell didn't work. Leaning his head forward to the head rest in front of him, he let tears drip down his face. His bone-headed apprentice had died. Torin was gone now. Where did that leave him? He should never have taken the teen on, and he knew it even then. But he had been experimenting with dangerous magics and the mage hadn't seen another option.
Unfortunately for the mage, the spell worked. Well mostly worked. The bar was once more a bar, the lights became light once more, and all the chocolate milk that had been raining down disappeared entirely. Even the glitter mist had faded. His chair returned to it's normal shape and it seemed mostly normal again. Except perhaps for the rubber duck army determinedly marching towards Catherine quacking a battle song. They didn't move as fast as before, but that seemed to be about it.
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Post by Circe on Jun 17, 2018 12:40:53 GMT -6
"Needs work.." Catherine thought to herself eyeing the ducks and wondering what to do about them. On initial observation, the spell largely worked and had mostly returned the surroundings to normal. Except for the ducks, it was always ducks. "This guy has to have some sort of fixation on the damn thing.."
Then picking up one duck, Catherine looked at it unamused and pointed a finger at it, "Letta." She commanded harshly.
This single duck was now frozen it for R&D to observe and analyze, the rest she wasn't sure if she knew exactly what to do with. It was tempting to just dump them on Rahal in the back of the car and let him sort it out, but that was almost too much. But before doing that she considered a different course of action. Really only really knowing a basic few spells and ones which were more offensive than defensive, she found herself running out of good options.
"God damn it Rahal..." She cursed. Fire would likely leave a stinking pile of rubbery goo, and also do more damage than Rahal had wrought. Any other options were trickier considering her lack of knowledge.
"Why the hell couldn't they have sent Bronson.. she's better at this shit.." Catherine complained as she punted a nearby duck, sending it sailing across the bar and into a wall.
Standing there stewing in her anger and frustration for a moment, she gave into the temptation to round up the ducks and dump them on the drunken mage sitting in the back of her car.
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Post by demikara on Jun 17, 2018 13:10:49 GMT -6
To be fair, Molly likely would have just dumped them in the preserve with Rahal's other creations. They eventually wound down, after all. The punt duck let out a stunned "SQUEAK!" as it hit the wall. Still, given how small they were, they weren't that hard to round up.
Rahal looked up as Catherine opened his car door, then yelped as he promptly received a lap full of vicious quarter sized rubber ducks. "Hey! What the hell." Not cool. Also, he focused through the haze and frowned, were they in military uniforms? What the hell even was his life. Am I supposed to do something about this? Because you left the fucking cuffs on, so uh, I can't." Well he could, sober, but even that was tricky and exhausting. Rahal was not fond of said cuffs. He could get out, it just too several hours, a bit of luck, and him to have a hair pin with tiny runes on it, somewhere in his hair. Given the length of his hair there was usually at least one. It was a little on the ridiculous length side of things.
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Post by Circe on Jun 17, 2018 13:47:55 GMT -6
"I don't know, figure it out mage." Catherine said slamming the door shut before climbing into the driver's seat. It was now going for nearly 5:00 am, when most of the world was still asleep, except for a few who had shifts that started at 6 or 7 in the morning. The sky was already beginning to lighten in the east, with the barest tinges of gray. It looked like it would be a wet day, with storms hanging distantly on the horizon to arrive at any minute, flashing angrily against a still dark sky.
She ended up arriving back at the station, with likely a very perturbed mage shortly before 5:30 in the morning. The paperwork, it's associated reports and filings would likely take up the rest of her morning; she still hadn't slept more than a few hours before being called out to deal with the drunk.
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