CLOSING THE RIP IN THE RIFT
WHAT: closing the RITR
WHEN: *after* the epic battle with TSO is done
WHO: Draco and Death and ... anyone who wants to come gawk I guess
Draco took a deep breath, and proceeded to the place where the Rip in the Rift was. The fighting was basically over, and Death had told him to begin. Draco was going to *attempt* to cast a complicated set of spellwork that would, if it worked right, sever the rip from the rest of the rift, and hold it, so that Death could end it's existence.
The spells were complicated, and dangerous, and Draco had never even tried to cast them before. After all, there weren't many spare rips in temporal rifts laying around that he could practice on.
So. Here was hoping, that his research had been through enough, and his wizard training and raw magical talent would be good enough and strong enough to see him through. Was he ready for this? He could prepare for a million years and probably still *never* be ready for this. So, then, not ready, but it was still time.
He took a deep breath, raised his wand, and began. The words of the spell rang out loud and clear.
"Morsortus Proteus, Duro Infinitus-"
The rip began to glow an opaque blue color, and somehow looked more ... solid. Draco's wand arm began to tremble, as if holding up a great weight, but still, he kept it pointed at his target.
"Colige Portus, Dissocio Sempere-"
A terrible noise filled the room, as if the rift were being ripped open all over again. Draco's shoulders began to shake, but still he kept his wand arm up.
"Sectus Incarcerus, Petrifice!"
The last word came out at a yell. Bands that looked like red-hot pokers whipped out of his want and wrapped around what had once been a passageway between the present and future. Technically, it was one still, just ... currently solid, and bound. As soon as the last of the spell had been uttered, Draco dropped like a rock, to his knee- his whole body was shaking violently, as if under some great strain. However, he still kept his want pointed straight at the rip. At this point he was holding it there by force of will alone.
Draco could not spare the energy to look beside him and see if Death was there. "It is ... done," he spat out. "Hurry up, I don't know how much longer I can hold it."
{{OOC: I made up the spells myself, based on JKR's spells, and what the words /might/ mean in Latin. I worked hard on it, so if you make fun of them, I WILL CUT YOU, KTHXBAI}}
WHEN: *after* the epic battle with TSO is done
WHO: Draco and Death and ... anyone who wants to come gawk I guess
Draco took a deep breath, and proceeded to the place where the Rip in the Rift was. The fighting was basically over, and Death had told him to begin. Draco was going to *attempt* to cast a complicated set of spellwork that would, if it worked right, sever the rip from the rest of the rift, and hold it, so that Death could end it's existence.
The spells were complicated, and dangerous, and Draco had never even tried to cast them before. After all, there weren't many spare rips in temporal rifts laying around that he could practice on.
So. Here was hoping, that his research had been through enough, and his wizard training and raw magical talent would be good enough and strong enough to see him through. Was he ready for this? He could prepare for a million years and probably still *never* be ready for this. So, then, not ready, but it was still time.
He took a deep breath, raised his wand, and began. The words of the spell rang out loud and clear.
"Morsortus Proteus, Duro Infinitus-"
The rip began to glow an opaque blue color, and somehow looked more ... solid. Draco's wand arm began to tremble, as if holding up a great weight, but still, he kept it pointed at his target.
"Colige Portus, Dissocio Sempere-"
A terrible noise filled the room, as if the rift were being ripped open all over again. Draco's shoulders began to shake, but still he kept his wand arm up.
"Sectus Incarcerus, Petrifice!"
The last word came out at a yell. Bands that looked like red-hot pokers whipped out of his want and wrapped around what had once been a passageway between the present and future. Technically, it was one still, just ... currently solid, and bound. As soon as the last of the spell had been uttered, Draco dropped like a rock, to his knee- his whole body was shaking violently, as if under some great strain. However, he still kept his want pointed straight at the rip. At this point he was holding it there by force of will alone.
Draco could not spare the energy to look beside him and see if Death was there. "It is ... done," he spat out. "Hurry up, I don't know how much longer I can hold it."
{{OOC: I made up the spells myself, based on JKR's spells, and what the words /might/ mean in Latin. I worked hard on it, so if you make fun of them, I WILL CUT YOU, KTHXBAI}}