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Who are you (Ripper and Faith)
Feb. 11th, 2016 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
watchmeripFighting against one's destiny was a tricky business; while Ripper knew he had a slightly easier time of it than, say, a slayer, since he didn't have any mystical forces compelling him to become a watcher, he also knew how difficult it could be to rebel against something that the whole world seemed to be pushing you into. He was doing pretty well so far, but he couldn't help but be curious about whether or not it would last.
Looking into the future was imprecise and not completely trustworthy, but it was also not guaranteed, so he still had a chance to avert it if he didn't like what he saw. Theoretically, the spell he had found ought to show him a glimpse of whatever future event he chose to look into. The spell had warned against trying to look into your own future, but Ripper had dismissed that as over-cautious nonsense.
It wasn't difficult to set up the spell, the hardest part had been finding a large enough bowl, it needed to be filled with water so he had something to watch the vision in, in the end he'd gone with a child's paddling pool. The cheerful dancing sea creatures on the sides didn't exactly scream occult mysticism but they would have to do.
Everything seemed to be going to plan until about halfway through the spell, he started to suspect he should have read a little more of the fine print right around the time the dizziness hit. His vision was going blurry and he was quite sure that wasn't meant to happen, but the spell had taken hold and he couldn't stop it now even if he wanted to.
He felt like he was pitching forward, the surface of the water rushing up to meet him, and then suddenly he was plunging through it, deeper than the plastic container had any right to be, bubbles streaming around him and obscuring his vision even further.
Then, just as quickly as it had started, it was over. His vision cleared, the dizziness dissipated and he was left, lying on his back in soaking wet clothes and staring up at an unfamiliar sky.
"What the bloody hell just happened?" he asked the world at large.
Looking into the future was imprecise and not completely trustworthy, but it was also not guaranteed, so he still had a chance to avert it if he didn't like what he saw. Theoretically, the spell he had found ought to show him a glimpse of whatever future event he chose to look into. The spell had warned against trying to look into your own future, but Ripper had dismissed that as over-cautious nonsense.
It wasn't difficult to set up the spell, the hardest part had been finding a large enough bowl, it needed to be filled with water so he had something to watch the vision in, in the end he'd gone with a child's paddling pool. The cheerful dancing sea creatures on the sides didn't exactly scream occult mysticism but they would have to do.
Everything seemed to be going to plan until about halfway through the spell, he started to suspect he should have read a little more of the fine print right around the time the dizziness hit. His vision was going blurry and he was quite sure that wasn't meant to happen, but the spell had taken hold and he couldn't stop it now even if he wanted to.
He felt like he was pitching forward, the surface of the water rushing up to meet him, and then suddenly he was plunging through it, deeper than the plastic container had any right to be, bubbles streaming around him and obscuring his vision even further.
Then, just as quickly as it had started, it was over. His vision cleared, the dizziness dissipated and he was left, lying on his back in soaking wet clothes and staring up at an unfamiliar sky.
"What the bloody hell just happened?" he asked the world at large.
