Log:Test Your Metal, Scene 16

Test Your Metal 2017/06/26

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Daemon ignores the heavily pointed barb hurled in his direction, despite it carrying the same velocity and intent to maim as a large caliber handgun. His ego lets the jab bounce right off with only a smirk on his lips to indicate he heard it at all.

"Drawn? Like he's a waypoint on their mental compass? Weird." He says idly, trying to put the peices together.

"Both actually. Like Octopi, Octopuses & Octopods. Syllabus and syllabi. Redundancy." He says that last word as if he can really appreciate it.

"This is going to sound crazy- but..." The Spyder leads his sentence, warning because it is definitely going to be a doozy.

He puts another shot of whiskey down, sucking his teeth before continuing with his thought.

"You know we entertained the idea of pushing the good Professor through the grinder- but maybe the problem is that Malcolm is jammed halfway through the process. What if we take some big magical boomstick and stuff him the rest f the way through the machinery?"

Grimm blinks and stares at Daemon's suggestion. Not because it's a dumb one. But because it almost seemed plausible. And coming from him where magic is concerned, she's quite surprised.

It takes a few moments for Grimm to recover from the shock of it. "Well...incomplete ritual does make sense. But that's what I was suggesting to Frankie. That's what she was yelling about. I think to...uhh...'stuff him through the rest', we'd have to finish the ritual. And it's something really bad."

"How bad?" Daemon asks curiously. He doesn't mind working within a grey area.

Gabrielle just about does a double take on Daemon. "Don't tell me you weren't listening into that whole call. I've never heard Frankie that upset or angry about ...anything, really."

"Well you know her far better than I." Daemon says with a shrug. "Maybe the steely-eyed detective is one for hyperbole when it comes to these things- though I doubted it."

He stirs his drink as he considers other options.

Even Daemon is surprised. He suspects its a symptom of looking through the memories of books in Mysterion's mind.

He pounds his drink suddenly as an idea occurs to him. Halfway through his double-tall jack & coke he says, "Come on then- drink up. Let's go."

He gulps the rest down, watching Grimm as he does so.

When she's done with her drink he makes for the door, sending another tip off to Gladys.

"Go? Go where? Didn't I tell you we shouldn't try and perform the ritual?" Grimm says in a panic, thinking he wants to pursue this idea. She rapidly tries to slam hers back, some of her drink dribbling around the edges of the glass as the ice slides from the bottom of the glass to tap her nose.

She sputters briefly and slams the empty glass back down and wipes at her mouth, quickly chasing after the mad Spider as he rushes off like Sherlock Holmes.

Daemon turns invisible as he crosses the threshold to the world outsid ethe darky, smoky & dingy lounge.

He knows that Grimm can see him just fine, so he's leaning agigainst the wall just outside the door.

"You still know the way to Colovassa?" He asks curiously..

"The Colavrassa," she corrects, but Grimm can't fault him. She used to think the sarkterrans were called shark turbins or something like that. "Yeah, I know the way." She raises an eyebrow as she starts to realize what he might be suggesting.



Grimm is still standing out in the 'Burg with Daemon after his crazy decision to join her in the Colavrassa. "Well...we may get stuck there. It's not exactly a safe place. More like...nothing you'd expect. One part I was at was an artic tundra. The other time, a scorching desert that went on for...well, I didn't really get to find it's end before I had to try and leave. And leaving wasn't easy."

For someone who comes and goes as she pleases across the multiverse, this place actually gives her some hesitation. "We should probably prepare first. Get some survival supplies just in case. Water...a top up of your whiskey. We may be stuck there for longer than intended."