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Seventh Movement, Second Verse

All is still in Neuschwabenland. It is as if the air has become charged, the moment that Norris laid eyes upon the True Name of Azrael engraved on the coils of the Black Sun Bell. The air is still even with the doors to the bell-tower open, and the wind howling outside, as if the air surrounding the shattered bell has been made still, as if it is waiting, or rather as if the power inherent in the True Name itself is like a coiled spring.

Norris points it out quickly to the others. "This has to be what we're looking for, though it escapes me what the significance it has, being etched on the bell. Let's take it to paper, and then see to our mounts so we can leave here once they've rested."

Mikal murmurs softly, "He's Death. This regime must have been closely tied to death as well. Perhaps having his name etched in the bell made it easier for the Nazi people to break through?" She looks around, adding in quiet fierceness, "Why wait? Let's call and bind Azrael now!"

Norris looks doubtful. "Do you think it wise, summoning one such as Azrael to the Wyld?" he queries, a little more conservative.

Mikal grins at Norris, her eyes and teeth flashing in the dim light, "Name someplace safe to call him."

Norris shrugs. "You know more about this than I. I merely suggest that the introduction of a power like Azrael, even bound, may have reprecussions in this place of chaos and instability. If only having a piece of his *name* was enough to give this bell power..."

Mikal thinks a bit, then says slowly, "Well... our next spot to journey to will be Jericho, to find the foundation stone from Eden which is lost somewhere in its broken walls, and to take it to Uluru. So I suppose we could wait until there." She looks at Jareth, adding, "What do you think, Jair? The longer we wait, the more likely Raven will fall, after all."

Jareth thinks about it and says, "I don't want Raven to fall. I wonder, actually, if someplace like the Wyld might not be a better battleground for us than Azrael. The Architect has been trying to make everything very strict and circumscribed."

Norris's brow knits, pursing his lips at Jareth's suggestion.

Mikal blinks at the young man, her voice wondering, "Jareth! That's brilliant! I never thought of that, but you're right -- a bit of healthy chaos to offset this dogmatic rigidity is perfect!"

Norris spreads his hands. "I bow to superior wisdom."

Mikal grins at Norris, "Let's do it! But not in here, I think? Someplace else, without churchy overtones." She snorts amusedly at Norris, "Bah! We're all guessing here, and you know it!" She grins, poking him gently in the side as she goes to look outside the building for someplace else to work in.

Norris says, "The two of you find such a place, then. I will see to the comfort of our mounts and the kits."

Jareth smiles lopsidedly, "I can't claim I'm certain it'll work. After all, the chaos is likely to work against as for us."

Mikal smiles over her shoulder at Jareth, "There's not much we're certain about. What's one more uncertainty between siblings in arms?" She grins cheerfully, then studies the outside carefully. Her voice is musing as she adds, "You know what I wonder? I wonder what happened to the Mouse-Tiger man. What was his name... no, it was... Mustiger? Tigermouse... Tigernmus?"

Outside the bell tower, Neuscwabenland is filled with rather plain, utilitarian buildings for the most part; it's really hard to tell in the driving snow. Most of the buildings near the bell tower that Mikal can see are barracks or dormitories, rude workshops and sheds.

Except she thinks, just a bit further into the haze than she can see clearly, massive stone buildings. Very large, very tall, very imposing, and possessed of a brutal splendor. The snow and darkness hide most of their features, leaving just a suggestion of their presence lording over the hamlet-sized area that she can see clearly.

Mikal blinks puzzledly as she adds, "Uhh... this is different. Blizzarding out here..."

Norris considers as he builds up a fire. "I don't know. Your logic makes some sense. And the world is easier to affect here, meaning that shaping would work to greater effect." he says to Jareth.

Mikal calls to Norris, "Pack the wood, Norr -- I think I see big stone buildings beyond! We can build a fire there."

Norris hmms? And he shrugs, instead gathering up kits, then, as he prepares to moves them with the horses and Iron Antlers.

Mikal takes a careful visual fix on the buildings, checking and memorizing the route so she can lead the others there -- then she goes to help pack and load the animals.

Mikal adds thoughtfully, "I'm not absolutely certain of the buildings. Let me scout while you pack, Norris, all right?" She swings up onto Iron Antlers, adding, "That'll give you time to grab that piece of metal with the name too, yes?"

Jareth takes a moment to copy down the name fragment, carefully not sounding it out as he does so.

Mikal says, "Raphael, you guard here, please?"

Raphael wurfs a little uncertainly as Mikal says she's going off to scout.

Norris waits for Jareth to be done, and then packs up the coil into a bag, if he can remove it from the tangled mess.

Mikal grins down at the raptor-wolf, "You're going to have to remember how to change shape to winter-wolf form if you want to scout with me in weather like this, big brother. The body you're in now isn't really well suited to cold, after all." She waves to her companions, nudging the big fey stag towards the door. The two of them are gone a second later. She urges Iron Antlers to a relaxed, ground-covering canter over the snow as they head for the big stone buildings. She pulls on her lined gloves and tucks her cloak snugly about her, watching alertly as she rides.

Norris rubs the horses down after repacking them, trying to insulate them before going back out into the harsh weather. To Jareth he gives an armful of kits, leaving it to him to see to their comfort as Norris aids the horses.

The gryphkits wriggle their ways here and there into Jareth's clothing, making him smile despite the seriousness of the situation. His own kit, whose name seems to change from day to day, settles so that he can peek out of Jareth's collar from time to time.

Mikal rides through the streets -- really the paths -- that run through Neuschwabenland. She passes beneath some sort of trainyard house, stepping lively over the rails -- a moment later she realizes she recognizes it as a train yard, and the steel rails that a train would ride upon. THough what would travel on the rails, she's not entirely certain, just some sort of freight-carrying wagons. The stone buildings seem distant still, but as she rides on they start to seem to take on more and more solidity. She starts to be able to make out details, including the great faded banners that hang from their parapets. The buildings appear impossibly huge, lording over the wooden and brick buildings spread beneath them. The storm at least appears to be lifting a little, but she can't seem to see the buildings much clearer.

Then she reaches what looks like an area that has been razed by great force. The buildings here are brick and mortar.. or were, when they stood, at least. Now they are ruins, broken shells of homes and stores, as if huge chunks were simply blown off of the, their interiors gutted.

Meanwhile, back at the bell tower, outside the open doors the blizzard appears to be abating somewhat, the heavy snow relenting in its fierce assault.

Norris notes the dying winds and snowfall with approval. "Well, now, that ain't half bad. Maybe the bell was making things worse, here."

Mikal pauses her mount, frowning as she shades her eyes and stares carefully at the banners. She would have thought, in this weather, they'd be stiff and frozen, but they don't appear to be. In fact, they're a little ragged looking. They're the classic red with black swastika that marked most major Nazi buildings before the war. The two entities stand there for a moment in the whirling snow, regarding the damaged surroundings... then Mikal shakes her head and murmurs, "Back, Iron Antlers. This place needs changing... and I think that room we just left is the perfect place to do so."

Mikal comes clopping back on the fey stag a few moments later, slipping off his back once they're both inside the building. "There are stone buildings out there, but they're more Nazi stuff. I don't know why the Nazis were banished from here, but I think this building's the best one to do a bit of good, strong reclaiming." She smiles a bit grimly at her friends, "Want to cleanse and sanctify this place, then call Azrael here? Best way I know of to re-structure this location so it's healthier, after all."

Norris blinks, and considers Mikal's proposal. "Okay then." he says agreeably. "Do you want me to take a moment to repair the structure, then?"

Jareth looks around, rubbing his arms, unconsciously hugging himself, "Do you think we'll be able to?"

Mikal frowns thoughtfully at Norris's question, then shakes her head, "Just get the cursed bell out of here, I think?" She grins at Jareth, going to hug him and wrap her cloak about him, "If we believe we can, then yes, of course!"

Norris stops his work with the horses, then, and strides over to the Black Bell, setting his knees, and giving the massive contraption a heft, aiming to carrying it free and dump it into the snow.

Mikal glances over at Norris, "Do you need help, Norris?" She adds softly to Jareth, "Can you collect together earth and air, fire and water? We have salt for cleansing as well."

Norris blinks! God damn, that bell is heavy! "Uhm...maybe. Not sure you can help, though. Atlas or Hercules, maybe, could help." He considers the bell. "Maybe I could try rolling it..." He tries getting the bell on it's side, first, then. That should be easier. Then he shakes his head. "No, wait. that's a bad idea. It'll just roll in circles."

Mikal studies the bell with a thoughtful frown... then goes to get rope from the packs. She'll whip together a simple harness about Iron Antlers' shoulders, then come back with a loop for the crossbar. "How's this?"

Norris notices what Mikal is doing, and nods approvingly. "But more than just a harness. Let's see if I can find some loose lumber...make a sled."

Norris finds some loose slats in good working condition, and then uses a prybar to remove nails, to put them together in a makeshift sled he can ease the bell onto.

Mikal grins as she watches Norris finding what he needs. She's rather proud of how well he's manifesting things!

Jareth nods, "I think I can handle that." He tugs his cloak more closely around himself and goes to gather up the things for a circle.

Things happen smoothly from there. Harness is put on, rope is tied off, and Norris manages to ease it the few feet to the sled. From there, Mikal sweetalks the Stag into doing a little more work before he gets a hot meal, and follows Norris into the dying storm, a good fifty feet away from the structure before the smith dumps the foul thing into a snowdrift. "Good riddance to bad rubbish." he rumbles, undoing the sled, and leading Iron Antlers back to the hall.

Mikal laughs happily at Norris' comment, patting the big fey stag's shoulder, "Teamwork for the win!"

Norris nods agreeably. "As it should be." he comments, leaning in and kissing Mikal's cheek.

The bell lands into the snow drift heavily; though it did not feel hot or cold to the touch, the snow crystallizes where it touches the bell with a crackling sound; in minutes, the snow drift is not so much a drift as it is a solid mound of ice.

Mikal giggles at the kiss, turning a little pink. She trots back into the building, looking around to see how she can be useful... then finds a broom and starts sweeping out all the stone chips and other debris, so the place is nice for the cleansing ritual.

Norris hears the crackling of the ice, and grimaces. "Mother, watch over me." he rumbles, eyes glowing at the thing of cold and death, before leaving it behind him.

Jareth gathers up some of the chips of stone and steps outside, digging in his pack for something to gather up some snow in. Once he's done that, he'll coax some feathers from one of the kits and there ought to be matches or flint and tinder in someone's supplies.

Once she's done that she considers -- how can they make this place more holy? Hmm... perhaps their varied symbols would do it. She nods firmly; her four-pointed star is clear and easy to inscribe, and she doesn't doubt the others have symbols also. She checks, "Norris, can you make nice inscriptions or markings on the stone walls here?"

Mikal obligingly hands her flint and tinder over to Jareth when he asks.

Norris considers, and then nods his approval. "Shouldn't take too long." He gets out tools: hammer, and a spike, and starts seeing to Mikal's request. What does does it not quite shaping, not quite carving, but a combination of both. He whispers to the spirits of the stones encouragingly, giving some encouragement, as he hammers the symbols into the worked rock.

Mikal gets Jareth to tell them which symbols should go in which directions, for maximum effect. She uses snow to scrub away any messes or dirty marks, and fetches the salt for placement however Jareth thinks would work best.

Jareth coaxes a feather from each of the kits, figuring it doesn't hurt to cover all his bases, and starts laying things out, "Stone for earth, so north." He is careful to move clockwise, "Feathers for air go in the east. We'll need a candle or a little pile of wood to go here in the south and the melted snow sow should go in the ewest."

Mikal nods thoughtfully, watching. "So... Hephaestus' symbol is definitely earth. Hmm... fire for Loki, Lilith for the Morning Star rising in the east... I'll take west, then. How's that?"

Mikal helps lay things out, then checks with Jareth: a circle of salt around the inside of the room for grounding and cleansing?

Jareth smiles lopsidedly, "Salt could just as easily be earth, but since we know Azrael can't cross it.. yeah... two circles, even. One for the working and one to contain him."

Mikal nods firmly, "Once we're finished consecrating this place, I'll lay out all the things we need for the summoning. Let's do the cleansing ritual first though, yes?" She carefully sprinkles out the salt as she speaks. She's careful not to mix it with anything else, so they can re-collect it afterward.

Norris carves a smith's hammer for himself, and remember the four pointed star for Inanna. At the direction given, he makes a norse rune for Loki, and the equidistant cross for Lilith. "What an interesting quartet we make. Lilith almost the glue that holds us together, with her crossroads symbol..." he murmurs to himself.

Mikal blinks interestedly at the cross, "Huh! Didn't know that one." She smiles at her companions, adding, "All right, let's do the ritual! Jareth, will you lead, please?"

Jareth nods, feeling a little uncertain at first, but then the part of him that is an ancient goddess quite comfortable with magic takes over and he begins.

Starting in the north, he starts to speak and as he does the voice changes, "Hephaestus, dear, come stand in the north. I need you to think earth as hard as you can. Stones and rocks and salt and good moist dirt." Zie is starting to shift forms as she leads Raph to the south, grinning at him, "I know you know all about fire, Loki. I want you to think about all the ways it can change and purify things, please. Just as hard as you can." Lilith runs her fingers through the raptor-wolf's fur.

The big creature grins up at her, his tongue lolling. From the glint in his eye, there's more than one type of heat on his mind!

Norris walks to his place in the north. He changes with each step, as if Lilith's voice calls to the god...his gait becoming more stiff as his legs twist and turn on themselves, the lame smith's hair turning blond, his beard growing. He reaches out to the earth in this place...cold and hard under the snow, but enduring and patient. He mind thinks of the rock of the building, steadfast, resolute, everlasting. He steps into place, and even in quiet, there is the far away ring, not of the dark bell, but of the cheerful song of hammer on anvil.

Lilith laughs and leans over to kiss his nose, "That's right. All the ways." She walks over and kisses Mikal on the forehead, "Lady, I need you here in the west. Think of spirit and healing and the cool, soothing power of water on a dry day. Think of the ways it can wash things clean. Be water for us..." She continues on her way around the circle until she's standing in the east and smiles, "I'll be air. Mind. Prayer. Song. Story. Once you feel my part starting, Loki should begin, and then you, Inanna... that should work to soothe this place and cleanse it."

Mikal steps with fluid grace to her spot in the west. Her hair ripples loosely down her back, flowing as liquidly as her loose-hipped and sensual sway, and her stormy eyes are half-closed as she smiles, full lips turning up at the corners. "I am ready. Begin when you will."

The goddess turns, holding her hands up and spread, turning her face upward and she begins to sing in an old tongue. It's a measured, stately song and reaches out, dancing on the very air of the building, twisting like wind and rising up.

The big raptor-wolf watches and listens silently for a while... but when the wind starts to rise he turns to face south and tilts his head back. Ordinarily he's a very quiet entity, but right now there's the hint of shaggy fur riffling in the wind over his entire body. He throws back his head and howls -- a long, mournful quaver of heated emotion and fiery cleansing and sensual desire... and around him there's the shimmer of heat dancing, while his little stack of consumables winks suddenly into embers -- then into crackling flames.

Inanna smiles as she watches the Norse warg draw on his nature... then she raises her arms into the air, facing west, and begins chanting in liquid tones. Her voice rises and falls like the rushing river, sometimes thundering and sometimes chuckling, rippling and lilting... and she sways in her spot, her small feet moving in a slow, complicated, flowing step that makes her hips bounce and sway alluringly. There's the faint ringing of giggling streamlets like tiny cymbals, and the thunder and roar of drumming flood that washes away all before it.

As the last syllables of the cleansing are said, there is a burst of something from the circle, radiating outward. There is no flash of light, no crash of thunder. Only a single, deep, pure tone that seems the opposite of that emanated by the Black Sun Bell. It rushes out, dust shaken from flat surfaces as it does so. It sweeps over the city.

Everything is silent.

Mikal lets her voice's tones harmonize with it, fading softly as it does.

Lilith shivers and raises her voice, letting it become the Voice and going the step on the other side of Inanna's voice to try and create a chord.

Norris smiles. Yes. Yes, he knows that sound. The song, song of creation, of healing. He hums, a bassy harmonizing, his voice joined with Mikal's.

Loki's tenor howl drifts and mingles with Norris' bass growl.

Quietly, bit by bit, the paint on the walls begin to flake off, the little flakes drifting away and out the door without a fuss. Then it is not only the paint, but the concrete of the walls themselves, and the iron in the chandelier. Soon the air is darkened by the flaking of everything above ground level, as the flakes drift away into the depths of the wilds.

Outside, the buildings are also flaking, and disappearing bit by bit. The monolithic stone buildings in the far distance that Mikal saw before, are illuminated once by distant lightning, then fade away completely.

Inanna watches in silent fascination, her storm-gray eyes bright as she glances back and forth. She thinks it's high time this land returned to its natural fecundity. Have they finally done so?

Hephaestus also has a detached curiosity...the buildings themselved, forged from an animus of death and destruction, without the sustaining song of the Black Sun bell...indeed, forced to hear the clear tone of their song, does not simply purify what exists, but melts it away altogether.

Loki laughs aloud, tossing his head back -- false buildings, existing only due to belief? What a fabulous trick to play, to bring back the chaos of nature!

Lilith's song gets a note of joyful laughter to it. This was a powerful working and dismantling it is a triumph and a joy!

It takes a long, almost leisurely time, before anything above ground in Neuschwabenland simply drifts off like motes of dust in the morning sky. The ground they stand on, with the caved-in Black Sun sigil, remains, but everything else is gone... except for the ice-pile that holds the mostly-embedded, and broken, Black Sun Bell.

Hephaestus looks at the others. "This place is ours now...let us see, for ourselves, if we can bind Raven's usurper." he suggests, his eyes glittering like chunks of adamas.

Inanna smiles at Hephaestus, her voice as liquid as warm milk, "Open the earth, brother, and swallow the sick bell. Let it return to its origins, yes?"

She turns and paces in to look down at the sigil, murmuring thoughtfully to herself, "Blue... and gold, I think?" She traces her bare toes lightly across the symbol of the Rolling Sun, concentrating...

Inanna's touch on the circle causes a single tone to sound, turning the previously-black markings to turn gold, and the white in between to turn blue. There is the sound of distant thunder, as the blizzard clears and a hazy light starts to fill the area from above.

The smith looks distastefully at the black bell. But then one twisted leg lifts...and he stomps the earth, commanding it, making it shudder. He hums loudly then, stamping the ground, commanding it to open up and swallow the ugly forged thing.

The earth shudders with the stamp of the smith's foot, and with the crack of stone a fissure opens up , reaching from Hephaestus's feet to the bell. Amidst the convulsing earth, the ice-embedded Bell falls downward, a final, distant peal from it lost in the depths.

Hephaestus holds his hands apart...and then closes them together, the earth sealing back up at his urging, removing all trace of the bell. And then he wipes his hands solemnly. In this place, he doubts there is a molten river far below to melt the bell...not naturally. But maybe if he thinks hard enough about it, there will be. It would please him, to make the bell slurry again, wiping it away entirely.

The goddess looks up and smiles, stretching her arms out, "That's more like it. Now -- to summoning!" She turns and picks up her small pack, pulling out what she needs as she needs it. In this form her circles and sigils of protection are graceful, fluid, artistic and beautiful. She hums contentedly to herself as she lays down icons of life, of cleansing, of containment... and when she's done she beckons Loki and Hephaestus to stand within one circle. She steps into place, then looks up at Lilith and holds out a hand, "Come, little sister. It is time."

Lilith takes a moment to look around her at the way they have wiped out the traces of hatred and then she takes Inanna's hand.

The smith takes Inanna's other hand...and looks the warg, wondering if here, in this place, he might take his old form.

Inanna smiles warmly, leaning to kiss Lilith before she straightens. "All right. You can say the Name? I will Will him here as you do so." In the big protective circle the winter wolf stretches out, then paces over to wriggle between Hephaestus and Inanna, so his shaggy sides press against both of them.

The blonde god laughs, and places a hand on Loki's flank affectionately.

The huge wolf tilts his head to grin over his massive shoulder at Hephaestus, his tongue lolling in amusement. As he does so, Inanna's liquid singing starts the incantation.

Hephaestus's smile fades, and he faces the working with a little trepidation. Azrael is more likely that any to be the true incarnation of the Architect's will, like Uriel or Michael. He will not simply roll over and obey. So he readily faces a challenge.

Jareth Takes several deep breaths, "I can say the Name. It won't be pleasant, but I can do it."

Inanna nods to Lilith, but does not interrupt her chanting song of power. Her Will crafts the spell, and is woven through it, increasing as it is built.

The big wolf remains silent, although his lean, powerfully muscled body is steady and supportive against Inanna's hip; he loans his strength to her cause.

Hephaestus is a pillar, like the people that honored him used to make. Remembering the temple that was blessed to him and to the facet of Athena that was leant to crafts. He is foundation on which Lilith and Inanna build their own crafing of magic and Voice.

Lilith continues to breathe slowly and deeply, centering herself and filling her body with the clean air of the Wyld. When the chant rises to the right point, she sings out the Name, enunciating each syllable and trying to find the right tone. The note that vibrates through her body and tells her she's said it right.

Inanna's face is bright with power and pride in her companions, and fierce with her focused Will and the created compulsion. As the last notes shimmer and drift into place, like an arrow of force, she raises her arms, hands still clasped, and cries out in terrible demand, "Come, Azrael! We have spoken your True Name -- we command you to appear here before us!"

There is another terriffic peal of thunder, and fire rises from the center of the circle, black fire that scorches the ground with its chill. The flames rise up and spin as if in a whirlwind, cracking and roaring. Then even as the flames coalesce into a figure, the roar of the flames become a titanic, outraged roar of fury. There, standing in the circle and consumed by black flame, is the black-robed, black-winged figure of Azrael, Throne of Death to El-Amon-Re.

His roar fading, Azrael snarls, "Who DARES?!"

Inanna smiles relaxedly even as her hair blows back in a rippling curtain. Her voice is low and almost sultry, "Hello, little one. Were you fledged yet when I Was as I Am?"

Hephaestus does not respond...but he does stand firm. The fire of this one is nothing to someone that is the power of molten earth. He ignores these flames, does not flinch one iota, even as his face grows hard in the face of this one's fury.

Lilith smiles at Azrael's fury, breathing in slowly again. This time she knows this creature has no power over her.

Azrael shrieks in anger, brandishing his scythe. "You are dead! You were killed when Polaris was purged!" He spins, looking at each of the others in turn. "All of you are dead! Dead, dead, DEAD! What... what is the meaning of this?!"

Inanna raises a graceful eyebrow, almost drawling, "It would seem the reports of our deaths were greatly exaggerated!" She glances down at her fingernails, buffing them absently against her embroidered tunic as she waits for the angel to calm down.

Lilith smirks quietly, "You aren't a very good throne of Death if you can't tell that you're wrong about that, child."

Loki's bark of laughter is almost mocking!

Azrael roars, "You should not live! Your bodies were found in the ruins of Polaris! You --" He breaks off, looking again at Lilith. "You.... I know your soul! I should not, but I do!" He looks around again; eyes burning with horror. "Your souls... you are all mortal! You have the forms of gods but your souls are mortal!" He is silent for a moment. Then... he starts to laugh.

Hephaestus finds he needs to focus, to keep his silence, to center himself. It does not help, to have this one touting about the deaths of so many. He cannot laugh this off like the others for some reason, so instead he just remains the patient, impassive rock. He fears that if he speaks, he will give rise to the passion that could so easily become hatred. And it becomes all the harder when Azrael laughs at them. He fights a snarl.

Inanna murmurs mildly, "Share the jest, child." Though her voice is calm, it also carries a deep, powerful thread of command.

Azrael continues to laugh. "Of course. Of course! It is so clear now!" His laughter subsides, and his voice drops dangerously. "You fled into the Mirror, just as Yeshua ben Yahweh did."

Inanna looks pleased, "Excellent! You've answered one of our questions already. Now for a few bindings for you." She holds up a hand, "First: you will never attack nor incite attack upon any of us here. Second, you will not speak of this entire summoning to anyone else." She smiles slowly, "Are we clear so far?"

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