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Jacob Randall ([personal profile] wizardcop) wrote in [community profile] pullmeoutalive 2015-10-26 01:17 am (UTC)

[ Andrew Parker is sixteen years old. He's a junior in high school, incredibly bright with good grades, and a small but healthy circle of friends. His sense of humor is a little off-kilter, but he's liked well enough. Andrew is also training to become a Spiritualist. His integration into a healthy social life was mostly the work of his mother, who, while she loves her husband dearly, knows that Spiritualists tend to make themselves social outcasts by spending too much time communing with the dead. That's not a life she wanted for her son.

She is also the one to call Jacob when Andrew turns up missing.

Jacob had been introduced to the Parkers some time ago by Charlie, back when he was trying to get a feel for his powers and deal with the fact that he could see ghosts. They were a great help, and their son seemed fond of the detective, so of course Jacob promised to make Andrew his top priority. What disturbed Jacob the most was that Andrew had gone missing in the very same cemetery where the detective and Dorian had tracked down and captured a rogue Venatori mage who had been murdering people to power his own home-brewed portals to Thedas.

It could be nothing, but the coincidence was too great. Jacob had Charlie send word to Dorian via their magic mirror to keep an ear to the ground, because if the boy was in Thedas, he was likely in enemy hands, and therefore in great danger.

And true enough, that's where he was. One such home-brewed portal in the cemetery had slipped through the cracks, and when Venatori agents slipped through, they chanced upon Andrew honing his skills, sending a restless spirit on to the next world, and they recognized the runes as similar to the ones the strange mage in the Inquisition had used. They spirited the boy away. Perhaps he could still be of some use to them.

It was only Andrew's natural aptitude for his magic that drew... something to him. A wisp. A spirit. Something. But it heard his cries for help, and drifted to look for people to answer those cries.

Help me, it said. I want to go home. Detective Randall, someone, anyone, please. Help me. ]

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