Larry and
Halesey guess they can trust this guy - he does represent wise bearded men and women, after all, and he seems to have the bean well in hand for now. Fortunately, the panel van is spacious enough to accommodate the two of them with no trouble at all since, unlike most panel vans, this one isn't filled with the bones and screams of lost children. As soon as they're in and begin to admire the fine shag carpeting in the back and the rather bouncy water bed, the man revs the engine and sets off, obviously letting go of the bean as the van pulls away.
"Come back here, you motherfuckers!" the bean screams, and shots are fired. Three bullets fly into the van, one whizzing past Halesey and Larry, one nearly rupturing the water bed and the last one flying into the windshield, only narrowly missing the van guy. Oh dear. Nevertheless, the van manages to speed off in a perfectly decent fashion, tearing down the freeway a little faster than you'd expect from a vehicle this large and evocative of dirty hippies.
"You know what, guys, I think we might be home free! And since you so kindly agreed to help me out already, I guess I'll just drop you off in the neighborhood you need to be in, 'kay? What you need to do is go into the neighborhood church and summon up a whole lot of vortexes. Say, eight. In close proximity. More variety is appreciated, but not necessary. We should be there... right about now!" the guy tells them after a while, then the van stops and the rear doors slowly open.
"Any questions?"* * * * *
"But where did you conjure it from and how? Also, yeah, some magic sounds good," Dave says, caving a little to the promise of arcane power from Sir Pilton.
"Magic, and here you go," he says, throwing a matchbook at Dave, who utterly fails to catch it as it flops against his chest, then falls to the ground.
Myles, however, is not so easily enticed.
"Hm, I am shall we say, rather taken by magic. But I shall never accept it from the likes of you.""Now that's not a nice thing to say. But I'll let it slide for now. Sure you don't want any magic? I think your buddy's liking it fine," says Kermit, looking at Dave examining the matchbook and finding it to be, for all intents and purposes, fairly regular-looking, which goes double for the matches within.
"Strike a match and look into the flame, buddy. I warn you, it's a bit of a trip."* * * * *
John isn't sure his magic is quite optimal for the situation, but nevertheless urges his teenaged friends onward, as they are more fleshy and expendable than he and probably better equipped by the bizarre pop culture of today's youth to deal with yetis anyway.
Then again, John may or may not have seen Night of the Sasquatch once, so he may have a trump card there. But no! He shall bravely stay in the back, he decides!
"No time like the present. Nice work on the door, by the way. Now, on to our objective! Lead the way!" he says.
"I'll take the lead, I guess. I'm the one with all the offensive magic, anyway.""I don't know, my magic's pretty dang offensive when it works.""And that, I'm afraid, is pretty rarely."Trey just nods as John buries his face in that evil book of his again.
[John's mind roll: 3]
He stays only a moment, and catches only one spell, 'cause it's only one spell that he needs, baby. One spell to rule them all.
1. Suicidal Tobacco Beam
I hope that's the spell you wanted, because that's the spell you're getting.
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