James Brighton Society, Chapter 7: Pages 5-6

Page 5, 6 Panels- Azeban's Office, Theodore Roosevelt Island, Washington D.C.

Panel 1-2: Action shot of the trickster goddess in a similar setting and layout to what we saw at the end of the previous page. It consists of her landing on the hard floor, grabbing both stacks of ID documents at the same moment. In Panel 2, she straightens her posture just as the magical tome behind Azeban falls with a "THUD!" nearby.

AZEBAN [to Grem and Tasha, handing each stack to them; Panel 2]: Now, have you given thought to names for your faux IDs?

Panel 3: Cut to a shot of Grem's face grabbing hold of his stack, with the section of the office behind him in the background. You can see in the immortal Irishman's eyes that he's already well thought of the name through past excursions such as these.

GREM [to Azeban, sweet half-grin]: I got one that should do the proverbial trick...and give me a good chuckle at the same time.

Panel 4-5: We shift to a shot of Tasha's face a second later, examining her own stack of blank identification documents with some curiosity. Her mind, at the same time, coming up with a name at a slightly more drawn out fashion than her associate. In Panel 5, the former Detective gets taken aback when she sees the text appear suddenly.

TASHA [to Azeban with the same confidence, along with a touch of curiosity; Panel 4]: Same here, though I'm not sure about the chuckle. What do we no--? TASHA [startled, Panel 5]: AHH! AZEBAN [Off-Panel, to Tasha; Panel 5]: Psychic resonance-- the last flourish to the spell. It can be a doozy, if you're not careful.

Panel 6: Back to a shot of the trickster goddess a second after the action of the previous panel. She lightly chuckles at the actions of the human, closing and picking up the large spellbook without much effort. You can see in the background Azeban's work table in the same condition as earlier with the lights still on.

AZEBAN [Cont., reassuringly]: No need to be petrified though, unless you're allergic to aluminum.

Page 6, 5 Panels- Azeban's Office, Theodore Roosevelt Island, Washington D.C.

Panel 1: We move to a side-shot a second later of Azeban (to the left) standing in front of the taller Ms. Randolph (to the right of the panel view). There's a look of curiosity on the trickster goddess' face that coincides with the question she asks. You can see a general overview of the office in the background as they speak, along with Grem walking upstage and slipping the magic IDs into his bag.

AZEBAN [to Tasha]: You aren't allergic to aluminum, are you? TASHA [shakes her head strongly, to Azeban]: Just bee stings, racists and garlic. AZEBAN [Bubble 2]: I'll make sure to hold the garlic out of the Cipaille.

Panel 2: Cut to a shot of Azeban a few moments later, watching as the two of them step out of the office. The background behind her is similar to what we saw at the end of the previous page. At that moment, as she watches, there's a flicker of a thought that comes into her head that she wants to before they leave.

AZEBAN [to Grem]: Have you given any thought to what the two of you are gonna wear at this Ball?

Panel 3: We move to a shot of Grem and Tasha standing at the entrance door a distance away from the scene in the previous panel. He has a nonchalant look on his face, listening to Azeban speak. As for Tasha, there's a mix of curiosity and apprehension over what the raccoon trickster goddess is gonna talk about.

GREM [curious, to Azeban]: I was thinking of calling a tailor friend who works at Schatz on H Street. He's rather skilled at making the appropriate hoity toity threads for the party, unless you can do me one better.

Panel 4-5: A two-part set of panels that moves back to a shot of Azeban in a similar setting and layout to what we saw in Panel 2. In Panel 4, she smirks and lets out a mild chuckle at the tail end of the immortal Irishman's previous statement. In the next panel, moments later, her right arm is raised up; her thumb and forefinger making a "SNAP!" motion in regards to what she said earlier.

AZEBAN [confidently, Panel 4]: Watch and learn, cocky Irishman...!