"'He's not going to like it'." Murphy put as much irritation and exhaustion as she could into the words.
"I did warn you." Gard pressed the ice pack to her nose. At least it had stopped bleeding for the moment.
"Not enough." Murphy glared down at the top of Marcone's head as he finished taping the bandage down on her arm. "What the fuck was that?"
"It was the shadow of something the wizards call Outsiders."
"The shadow?" Gard shrugged.
"A fragment of it. An echo. Definitely not the entire being, or some of us would be dead." As it was they'd gotten away with a lot of bruises, Gard's broken nose, and Hendricks' arm might have been broken. Marcone had come out the best, of course, with just one purpling bruise along his jaw.
"Is that what turned Harry back into a kid?"
"I doubt it. My best guess is that another wizard caused the reversion and that the fragment of the Outsider was already there, inside of Harry. As an adult he likely doesn't even notice it. But children have more, more room, I suppose. They haven't finished forming yet. It's feeding off of him, and probably growing." Gard stood and crossed to one of the small windows, looking out across the yard at the house.
"Can you reverse the spell?" Marcone had finished cleaning up Murphy's wounds and was now crouched in front of the work bench, examining the deep bruise on Harry's arm. The boy had freaked out as soon as Gard had drawn a rune on his forehead, tossing the woman across the room and then turning on the rest of them. It had been terrifying. Harry's power, maybe a little muted because of his youth, aimed at them. While he'd been focused on Murphy, Hendricks and Gard, Marcone had slipped around behind him and tackled him. Harry had snarled and bit at him, but Marcone held on until Gard had staggered over to snap a little tile over Harry's head. He'd dropped unconscious immediately and Marcone had pushed him up under the bench while they took stock of injuries.
"No. I'm not a wizard. My skills with magic of this kind are limited." Gard met Marcone's eyes. "You either need to get him to a wizard of sufficient skills to reverse the spell or to Monoc."
"Monoc. We're not taking him to the White Council." Harry snuffled a little in his sleep and Murphy looked to find he'd curled up around Marcone, looking for all the world like a long, lanky cat. "There's no way of knowing if any of them are the ones who cast the spell. Would this be covered under my contract with you?"
"No. Payment will have to be negotiated for this."
Marcone nodded.
"I'll handle it." He ran his hand over Harry's messy hair. "Arrange for a meeting, Ms. Gard."
Fill: 9/? scrappy!Harry prompt
"I did warn you." Gard pressed the ice pack to her nose. At least it had stopped bleeding for the moment.
"Not enough." Murphy glared down at the top of Marcone's head as he finished taping the bandage down on her arm. "What the fuck was that?"
"It was the shadow of something the wizards call Outsiders."
"The shadow?" Gard shrugged.
"A fragment of it. An echo. Definitely not the entire being, or some of us would be dead." As it was they'd gotten away with a lot of bruises, Gard's broken nose, and Hendricks' arm might have been broken. Marcone had come out the best, of course, with just one purpling bruise along his jaw.
"Is that what turned Harry back into a kid?"
"I doubt it. My best guess is that another wizard caused the reversion and that the fragment of the Outsider was already there, inside of Harry. As an adult he likely doesn't even notice it. But children have more, more room, I suppose. They haven't finished forming yet. It's feeding off of him, and probably growing." Gard stood and crossed to one of the small windows, looking out across the yard at the house.
"Can you reverse the spell?" Marcone had finished cleaning up Murphy's wounds and was now crouched in front of the work bench, examining the deep bruise on Harry's arm. The boy had freaked out as soon as Gard had drawn a rune on his forehead, tossing the woman across the room and then turning on the rest of them. It had been terrifying. Harry's power, maybe a little muted because of his youth, aimed at them. While he'd been focused on Murphy, Hendricks and Gard, Marcone had slipped around behind him and tackled him. Harry had snarled and bit at him, but Marcone held on until Gard had staggered over to snap a little tile over Harry's head. He'd dropped unconscious immediately and Marcone had pushed him up under the bench while they took stock of injuries.
"No. I'm not a wizard. My skills with magic of this kind are limited." Gard met Marcone's eyes. "You either need to get him to a wizard of sufficient skills to reverse the spell or to Monoc."
"Monoc. We're not taking him to the White Council." Harry snuffled a little in his sleep and Murphy looked to find he'd curled up around Marcone, looking for all the world like a long, lanky cat. "There's no way of knowing if any of them are the ones who cast the spell. Would this be covered under my contract with you?"
"No. Payment will have to be negotiated for this."
Marcone nodded.
"I'll handle it." He ran his hand over Harry's messy hair. "Arrange for a meeting, Ms. Gard."