Caspar knew that one phone call might not be enough, so he quickly put together a “get his attention plan”.
He sent a text first, with a basic “emergency” line a friend of his needing help and that he’d pay anything if it came down to it, by himself.
Then he called Masao, the briefest voice message, “It’s an emergency,” then he hung up and called again. He repeated it, then when he called the third time Masao picked up.
Caspar had no idea what time it was there only that Banshee was in trouble.
Masao spoke inquisitively, yet softly on the other end. Caspar never called like this unless it was a life and death situation and the vampire was severely panicked, “How bad is it?”
He told Masao, “A friend of mine, barely a kid of a vampire a year old, accidentally fried his mentor’s head with his psychic powers. You’re the only one who can get there before the guy dies. I know it’s going to be hard, so just literally hand me a list of everything you think I can get for you and I’ll do it.”
“… Let’s discuss the payment later. An emergency simply is, and I won’t know until afterwards how exacting the toll shall be.”
Caspar let out a sigh, “I got the address and had him clear out a spot for you to teleport over. It shouldn’t be too far… although I know it’ll tax the limits.” The further out the more Masao would need to rely on his magical “batteries” that he had charged for just such situations. Those were the genuine cost of all of this. That Masao was circumspectful enough to prepare ahead for severely powerful magic just in case his friends or himself was hurt or attacked — given that *some* of his work solicited envy and fear to warrant such defensive preparations. It also meant that Masao could heal nearly anything on a moment’s notice.”
“Have you been there yourself?” Masao asked.
“Yes, should I just knock myself out so you can look?” Caspar was indirectly referring to Masao’s ability to walk into dreams. It was the very magic that Masao had taught to Caspar, that Cas had used to look into Asylum’s head the one time. Though, he couldn’t use it now, not unless he was in the same room with the person because of the changes to his tattoos that allowed him a greater access to the magic. He had those replaced with artistic ones courtesy of Banshee.
Masao sighed, “No need, I can do it while you’re awake still. Though warn your partner that you might be feeling the burden.”
Caspar grimaced. Masao meant that he was basically going to hijack some of Cas’s own internal energy to finish the spell, but it as worth the cost to get Masao there faster.
Caspar turned to Ruka not looking very pleased, “I need to send Masao a mental image, but the connection’s going to wipe me out without the tattoos I used to have, so if I pass out don’t worry about it. It just means that Masao’s on his way over to heal Banshee.”
((I can write more but ughs, back is bothering me and I need to get more ice. It’s been hard to write because of the pain issues))
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