I'm impressed - the couple of times I've tried Writing Under the Influence were...odd, to say the least
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A Wild Talent
Part One – Jostein and Petra
Jostein turned, knelt, thrust and twisted the blade in a single fluid motion. The hooded figure before him seemed a little stunned as he looked down at the bright Italian steel now protruding from his midsection. Jostein grinned as he withdrew the rapier, stating only “Ist wohl überraschend, oder?” The figure slumped to the floor, but Jostein knew he had little time to appreciate the move. He looked over at Petra, she was in trouble, yet again. Two goblins were on her and she was swinging her blade as inelegantly as ever. He yelled over “Follow the parry with a riposte, how many times do I have to tell you” as his father's dagger flew from his left hand into the back of one of the goblins neck's. Petra didn't pause to thank him, simply drew back her leg and kicked the remaining goblin between the legs with all her might. He shock his head, no sense of style.
She did however swing the ancient sword and neatly decapitate the creature as it doubled over, joking “Don't lose your head now.”
Jostein groaned as he wiped his blade clean “You call that a quip? And they speak German not English remember.”
“Hey it was move appropriate kæreste and my German sucks.”
“Time and place Petra, time and place, and quit calling me sweetheart.” He loved her dearly, but she was his apprentice, a certain decorum needed to be maintained.
“And anyway 'Magister' you try a riposte with this thing.” She raised the heavy broadsword in her hand “Hardly a delicate weapon.”
“That, my dear, is the blade of Flavius Stilicho, an ancient weapon of great power, fully capable of acting with grace and elegance if you let it.” Petra had yet to fully grasp the concept that a sword with an ego needed to be treated with respect. Sorcery she was good at, swordsmanship, not so much.
She snorted “It would be much easier with a good old fashioned gun you know.”
She already knew why they hadn't used firearms, but he humoured her anyway “A goblin is a creature of the Otherworld, and requires an enchanted weapon to dispatch. Enchanting bullets is both time consuming and exhausting.” It was a good thing he loved her, he'd have stabbed her with a kitchen knife some time ago if he didn't. “Now if you would kindly go deal with the vampire, I will check the tomb” as an afterthought he added “Only this time, leave the dagger in the heart until after you cut off her head please.”
Jostein was checking the seals when Petra bounced up to join him, silver dagger in one hand, Gräfin Herz's head in the other. “Oh look at the power in those wards. Whatever's behind this door is way beyond a gang simple goblins, even if they did bring along a vampire for the ride.”
“Countess Herz does, did not work for goblins, Petra. They worked for her.”
She looked closely at the wards. “Leave them alone Petra.” Petra's curiosity and innate gift for wild magic had a habit of getting her in trouble.
She tried to look innocent “What?”
“You've been with me how long now?”
She smiled “Seven years, since I was eighteen.”
“Yes, and I know that look. You're tempted.” Temptation was always a problem for wild talents, that's why the Council trained as many as they could find. Petra was exceptional in many ways, not least the extent of her raw power. Unfortunately that seemed to make her particularly vulnerable to temptation.
“Aren't you even a little bit curious what's behind here?”
“Not in the slightest, only that it stays behind here.”
“But the power of those wards...”
He placed his finger gently on her lips “General rule of thumb lover. If something is carefully sealed behind a door closed with wards of immense power, best to leave it there.” He mumbled an incantation to repair the nickel-iron rod baring the door. It didn't look like any of the actual seals had been weakened, they had arrived in time.
She slumped on the door and sighed “Sometimes you're no fun Jostein.”
He chuckled and kissed her lightly “You are plenty fun for both of us dear.”
The pair sat in a quiet bar in central Flensborg, one of Jostein's safe places. The owner was a changling, but he kept his nose clean and owed Jostein more than a few favours. Jostein savoured his whiskey while Petra fidgeted, her nervous wild energy aching to dissipate. She was gently moving to the music she had conjured in her head. He however was watching the news. It was the usual stuff, war in the Balkans, the Dow had closed over eleven thousand, a tornado in Oklahoma leaving thirty eight dead. Jostein wondered about that one, but that was Daheste's beat. He'd call her in the morning just to check. Petra was twisting herself in some most unusual ways, attracting a few stares. She was never one to keep a low profile. And she was stunning, tall and slender with flaming red hair and deep dark eyes. Even in a sack, she would turn heads. And she most definitely never wore a sack. He turned to her and raised his eyebrows.
“What?”
“You're not exactly being discreet there Petra.” Even subtle magic could attract unwanted attention. Jostein had bought her a portable CD player, but she still preferred to use an enchantment.
“I'm bored. Lets go somewhere fun. There's a hot club over the border in Kiel, great music, dancing, you know, fun.” Jostein didn't think it sounded much like fun to him. Petra's idea of good music was frantic, loud and annoyingly perky, he preferred jazz. But she was a wild talent, her nervous energy needed an outlet, Jostein knew that. One way or another, the tension within her would have to come out. Looking at her right now, likely one way and another.
“It's an hour away Petra.”
She chortled “Not the way I drive.”
Part Two – Restless energy
The powerful Aston-Martin sped along the E45 towards the Ejderen and the border well in excess of the limit of one hundred and thirty. Petra was a superb driver, but the last thing they needed was draw the attention of the rigspolitiet. “Slow down, there's plenty of time, it's only just turned ten.”
She laughed and floored it, the V8 motor roared as the needle leapt well over two hundred. “We'll be in Germany in a few minutes, no speed limits there.” She was enjoying herself. He didn't have the heart to tell her that where he came from they already would be in Germany.
“Yes, but they tend to have police near the border remember, so slow down. Do you really want somebody looking in the boot?”
She pouted for a moment, then eased back to around one thirty. “There you go Farfar.”
Jostein smiled slightly, he was old enough to be her grandfather. Though he hadn't aged since he was forty three, he'd be two hundred and eighty seven in five weeks. He often wondered how old Petra would be when she stopped ageing, wild talents tended to cling to life for some time.
The club was loud and glaring, the lights flashed as people moved to the music. Petra had dragged Jostein to his feet for several songs, but now she was dancing with some pretty German boy. Jostein wasn't jealous, he was well aware he couldn't keep up with her. She was laughing as she danced, lost in the pulsing music. Just so long as she kept in control it would be fine. He worked his way to the bar “Whiskey bitte.” he had to yell to be heard over the music. The young lady behind the bar reached for a bottle of scotch. “Nein Irisch danke” She looked puzzled for a moment. Jostein pointed at the correct bottle. Jostein was very particular about what he drank, his tastes were... settled and he didn't like to disturb them. Petra bounded up beside him, panting but still beaming from ear to ear.
“Now lover, this is fun!” he could hear the word fun illuminated with flashing neon lights in her voice. He smiled and ordered her another Margarita, he never did understand how she drank the things. He could detect her aura shimmering with energy, purple and yellow sparks fitting from her.
“Glad your enjoying yourself, but please be careful, I'd rather not have to... intervene, this time”
She giggled and kissed him “Now why would you need to do that.” She moved to return to the dance floor.
He gently took her hand to restrain her “Finish your drink first.” A little time for her to calm herself might be prudent.
She did understand, but she didn't worry, her laughter bubbled out “I'll be fine.” She grabbed Jostein's hands, smiled, indicated the packed dance floor and dragged him to his feet. She had an awful lot of energy to work off.
They danced, he watched as she moved, gyrating and turning, her aura growing stronger all the time. Jostein knew it was time to stop, but she was lost in the sheer joy of her power, her eyes now glowing pure white. He leant forward, drawing her into an embrace and murmured a few words of power. Petra slumped into his arms as if drunk. A temporary measure at best, her raw energy would soon breach that dam, but it should give him time. There were other ways to quiet her nervous tension. He cradled her in his arms, steering her from the crowded dance floor. A woman looked at them, a little concerned. Jostein smiled “vu veil getrunken.” It must look that way, he quickly mumbled a spell to put her mind at rest, she nodded and smiled. Petra was already stirring when they reached the warm night air outside. He hailed a cab “Bismarkplatz 32, bitte schnell.” A friendly place, well perhaps not entirely friendly, but somewhere safe.
A plain green door, discretion was her hallmark. Petra was humming softly, not much longer now. He knocked and entered. The smartly dressed young man inside appeared surprised to see him “Haben Sie eine Reservierung mein Herr?”
He didn't really have time for this, “Please if you could fetch Madame for me, tell her Jostein Pederson is here.” The young man appeared hesitant, no time for this, a tiny gesture “Now!” He departed on his errand.
He returned shortly, a well dressed attractive woman in tow. She appeared to be in her late forties, though Jostien knew she was already ancient before he was born. She frowned, in a somewhat friendly manner, when she saw him and dismissed her receptionist. “Jostein I really would rather appreciate if you didn't bewitch my staff.” She looked upon Petra's restless form “My you do seem to have your hands full with that little one though.”
“She's about fit to burst.”
She chuckled “So I see. And I assume you would like a room, with a bed.”
He grinned “That was the idea.”
Jostein held her lightly in his arms, she had finally fallen asleep, her fretful wild energy eventually spent. He was exhausted, but he knew Jasmin would be expecting him for breakfast, he was a guest in her house after all. He waited for the knock on the door. “Madame requests the pleasure of your company in the garden mein herr.” He carefully extracted himself from Petra's embrace and dressed for breakfast.
The young receptionist escorted him to the small garden in the centre of the house. He already knew the way, but it was polite. She was waiting patiently, he could detect the delicious smell of fresh coffee. She waited for him to sit “So Jostein, your new apprentice, what brought this on? It hardly seems like you to let a wild talent get so... excited.”
He split a roll “Gräfin Herz.”
She peered at him “Again, that makes how many times you've tried to deal with her now?”
“Seven, eight if you count Budapest.”
She smiled politely “Don't worry, you'll get her eventually.”
Jostein took a cold iron signet ring from his pocket, tossed it on the table and stated simply “Yes.”
She burst into laughter “My apologies, I am impressed, finally. After all these years.” She reached over and kissed him lightly “I believe I owe you that. You must be pleased with yourself.”
He grinned mischievously “Not me Magister, Petra.”