Sunnydale, Thursday Afternoon
Somewhere that wasn't quite Sunnydale, a group of monks were meeting and plotting. They'd decided the best way to conceal the key was to give it human form, and they were almost done exploring the powerful magics they'd need to create a person -- a girl -- out of pure energy. A few more weeks, and the key would be walking, eating cereal, and complaining about her sister, virtually indistinguishable from any 13-year-old.
But there were still loose ends that needed to be tied off before the plan could be fully set into motion. For one, there was the girl in the slayer's circle whose friends spanned universes and included people almost as powerful as the monks themselves. Any of them might bring the whole plan tumbling down.
The monks couldn't completely cut the bonds tying Sunnydale to the multiverse. Not only was it extremely difficult and bordering on the unethical, but it seemed likely to arouse suspicions in exactly the beings they wanted to keep in the dark about their plan. But what they could do was hit Tara with the slightest extra bit of magic -- a tweak that would make her high school friends less real, less interesting, less compelling than they'd been before the monks got involved, so that after a few months they'd remain in her life only as a hazy memory. To most of the world, it would seem like the natural erosion of friendships over time and distance. Only the monks would know differently.
But today, none of the magics had taken hold just yet. Which was why Tara, who had been taking photos of her cat out of sheer hot-summer-day boredom, flopped back on the bed in her dorm room and sent out a group text.
The famed bathroom cat, Miss Kitty Fantastico, would like to say hello! And so would I.
[OOC: If you think you got the text, you did.]
But there were still loose ends that needed to be tied off before the plan could be fully set into motion. For one, there was the girl in the slayer's circle whose friends spanned universes and included people almost as powerful as the monks themselves. Any of them might bring the whole plan tumbling down.
The monks couldn't completely cut the bonds tying Sunnydale to the multiverse. Not only was it extremely difficult and bordering on the unethical, but it seemed likely to arouse suspicions in exactly the beings they wanted to keep in the dark about their plan. But what they could do was hit Tara with the slightest extra bit of magic -- a tweak that would make her high school friends less real, less interesting, less compelling than they'd been before the monks got involved, so that after a few months they'd remain in her life only as a hazy memory. To most of the world, it would seem like the natural erosion of friendships over time and distance. Only the monks would know differently.
But today, none of the magics had taken hold just yet. Which was why Tara, who had been taking photos of her cat out of sheer hot-summer-day boredom, flopped back on the bed in her dorm room and sent out a group text.
The famed bathroom cat, Miss Kitty Fantastico, would like to say hello! And so would I.
[OOC: If you think you got the text, you did.]