We do know of the wolves from Harry. Molly won't start the fight there.Especially given as your plan has done zero research on the supernatural community of Chicago, and you're just as likely to stab first and ask questions later when you see wolves.
MacAnally's Bar is a bar. They serve alcohol. She's legally underage. They wont even let her in the door, especially showing up alone.
That is even true. From a certain point of view.Flashing your caste mark at people/pulling a sword out of your heart and talking very fast is a great way to convince people you are older than you look. There are a lot of 'older than they look' supernaturals out there.
The charms mostly arent Brawl-specific.
I dont believe we do.We do know of the wolves from Harry. Molly won't start the fight there.
I wonder if Harry would let us hang out with Bob? We could probably pry a surprising amount of info out of him if we're willing to flash him some sideboob.
Unless you seal them in something, like the Jade Prison or seen here, they can travel ...basically anywhere, and instantly.Exaltations could be dunked deep into Oblivion, hidden in the deep Wyld, away from creation so far that not even Primordials know the slightest bit about, or simply sealed away in Nowhere.
Great way to empty the premises.Flashing your caste mark at people/pulling a sword out of your heart and talking very fast is a great way to convince people you are older than you look. There are a lot of 'older than they look' supernaturals out there
Nope.I wonder if Harry would let us hang out with Bob? We could probably pry a surprising amount of info out of him if we're willing to flash him some sideboob.
The Winter Court held Molly's Exaltation captive for what sounds like Ages. Capital A.Unless you seal them in something, like the Jade Prison or seen here, they can travel ...basically anywhere, and instantly.
They're either bound and irrelevant or free and relevant.
Even if sent to Nowhere, like some Charms or spells and stuff do iirc, they come back in a few days.
Edit: Also, about being dunked into Oblivion, I don't...think so?
There is the Void Circle Necromancy where you travel anywhere in existence by jumping into the Void and ceasing to exist, via help from the Neverborn. If you fuck it up and the Neverborn dont deign to save you and you fall into Oblivion, the Exaltation is fine and fucks off after you cease to exist.
Great way to empty the premises.
McAnally's clientele are customarily the sort of small magical fry that consider Harry Dresden to be a big magical player.
The sort of people who make themselves scarce when their betters show up.
Like people with caste marks, dematerializing swords and quasidivine Essence.
The amount of mojo she'd have to throw around would obviate the purpose of attending.
And that assumes that MacAnally cant recognize her on sight; she's recognizably Charity and Michael's daughter, and Mac didnt get his place officially recognized as Accorded Neutral Ground by counting bottlecaps.
The Exaltations are undiminished, if I understant what DP said. It was locked away in something like a DIY Jade Prison in both Yomi Wan and Winter.I suspect Exaltations are significantly lower powered here than in Creation that Was, and that there are no other Celestial Exaltations currently out there atm in the Dresdenverse.
Why DIY? It broke out by itself once a valid host came close enough.
Empathy isn't the same thing as agreeing or accepting something.Molly is right now a person with both much greater willpower and some more Empathy than her canon-self, or any regular person her age.
She can bear it, show patience and restraint, and try to talk again when Charity has come down a bit and had time to process the fact that our entirely life changed over the last two days and that her daughter got into lethal dangers thrice over these days.
Seriously, in the long run I think Charity will try to be a good mother and Molly can't change her fundamental nature as "a person who was worthy of an Exaltation, and thus will inevitably use it". And once Charity had time to work through this we can maybe get along.
I really don't think she's so bad or small-minded a person that she would try to stop her daughter from being what she is.
Being fair to those guys, he is in the top few percent of living wizards in terms of magical strength.McAnally's clientele are customarily the sort of small magical fry that consider Harry Dresden to be a big magical player.
I wouldn't expect Bob to just be brought up in casual conversation or for Harry to play talking skull show and tell any time soon, but holy crap would Bob be a huge resource if we could get access.Nope.
He kept Bob a secret from Molly for the first several months, if not couple years, of her apprenticeship.
I dont expect that is likely to change here.
She knows about the Alphas, she knows they are werewolves, she knows they are good people. She knows they are near the University.You agree then change the topic again to something less fraught. "What about people who aren't dangerous, people I can talk to?"
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Lastly, almost reluctantly he mentions the Alphas, not because there is anything wrong with them, from the way he talks about them they seem to be good friends in a pinch, but well... they are good friends to Harry Dresden in a pinch. A pack of werewolves to keep the city safe at night sound cool as hell and they are all students at the University of Chicago, only a few years older than you.
Yeah, but Harry didn't arrange an introduction and we look like a predatory fey at best.She knows about the Alphas, she knows they are werewolves, she knows they are good people. She knows they are near the University.
Attacking a fey unprovoked only allows the fey to hit back, the alphas know better than to play into a fey's limits.Yeah, but Harry didn't arrange an introduction and we look like a predatory fey at best.
Really? Huh. Thats a lot more foolhardy than I thought.I would admittedly roll to see who you terrified, but even on the worst possible roll someone will stick around for curiosity's sake. You do not become part of this scene by being 100% cautious over curious and this is Accord Neutral Ground.
I would think quasidivine Hell-flavored Power would have much the same impact on any customers.Proven Guilty Chapter 20 said:The Winter Lady swallowed and eased her weight a tiny bit away from me.
Then I gestured with one hand at the chair I still held out for her and said, "Let's be polite to one another, Maeve. Please."
She took a slow breath, soulless, inhuman eyes on mine, and then said, "I know now why Mab wants you." She straightened and gave me an odd little bow, which might have looked more courtly had she been wearing a gown. Then she sat and said, "Does the barkeep still have those sweet-lemon chips of ice?"
"Of course," I said. "Mac. Another lemonade for the Lady, please?"
Mac provided it in his usual silence. As he did, the few people who were in the place cleared out. Most of the magical community of Chicago knew the Ladies by reputation, if not on sight, and they wanted nothing to do with any kind of incident between Winter and Summer. They were safer if they were never noticed.
Hell, if I could have snuck out, I would have led the way. When I'd defeated Aurora, there had been a healthy chunk of luck involved. I caught her with a sucker punch. If she'd been focused on taking me out instead of finishing her scheme, I doubt I would have survived the evening. Sure, I might have stared Maeve down, but ultimately I was bluffing-trying to fool the oncoming shark into thinking I might be something that could eat it. If the shark decided to start taking bites anyhow, things would get unpleasant for me.
Molly said:Since then, Molly had gotten all growed up.
She strongly favored her mother, Charity. Both of them were tall for women, only an inch or two under six feet, both of them blond, fair, blue-eyed, and both of them built like the proverbial brick house, somehow managing to combine strength, grace, and beauty that showed as much in their bearing, expression, and movement as it did in their appearance. Charity was a rose wrought of stainless steel. Molly could have been her younger self.
Of course, I doubted Charity had ever worn an outfit like Molly's.
Molly stood facing me in a long, gauzy black skirt, shredded artistically in several places. She wore fishnet tights beneath it, showing more leg and hip than any mother would prefer. The tights, too, were artfully torn in patches to display pale, smooth skin of thigh and calf. She had army-surplus combat boots on her feet, laced up with neon pink and blue laces. She wore a tight tank top, its fabric white, thin, and strained by the curves of her breasts, and a short black bolero jacket bearing a huge, gaudy button printed with the logo "SPLATTERCON!!!" in dripping red letters. Black leather gloves covered her hands.
But wait, that's not all.
Her blond hair had been dyed, parti-colored, one half of her head bubblegum pink, the other sky blue, and it had been cut at a uniform length that ended just below her chin and left most of her face covered by a close veil of hair. She wore a lot of makeup; way too much eye liner and mascara, and black lipstick colored her mouth. Bright rings of gold gleamed in both nostrils, her lower lip, and her right eyebrow, and there was a bead of gold in that little dent just under her lower lip. There were miniature barbell-shaped bulges at the tips of her breasts, where the thin fabric emphasized rather than concealed them.
I didn't want to know what else had been pierced. I know I didn't, because I told myself that very sternly. I didn't want to know, even if it was, hell, a little intriguing.
But wait, that's still not all.
She had a tattoo on the left side of her neck in the shape of a slithering serpent, and I could see the barbs and curves of some kind of tribal design flickering out from the neckline of her tank top. Another design, whirling loops and spirals, covered the back of her right hand and vanished up under the sleeve of the jacket.
Close enough to cause the sort of confusion that wise supernaturals avoid.Maeve said:It didn't take long. My sandwich wasn't halfway done when Mouse let out a sudden, rumbling growl of warning, and the temperature in the bar dropped about ten degrees. The whirling ceiling fans let out mechanical moans of protest and spun faster. Then the door opened and let in sunlight made wan by a patch of dreary grey clouds. The light cast a slender black silhouette.
Fix's eyes narrowed. His hands slid casually out of sight beneath the table, and he said, "Oh. Her"
The young woman who entered the bar could have been Lily's sister. She had the same exotic beauty, the same canted, feline eyes, the same pale, flawless skin. But this one's hair was worn in long, ragged strands of varying lengths, like a Raggedy Ann doll, each one dyed a slightly different color from frozen seas-pale blues and greens, as though each had borrowed its color from a different glacier. Her eyes were a cold, brilliant shade of green, almost entirely darkened by pupils dilated as though with drugs or arousal. A slender silver hoop gleamed at one side of her nose, and a collar of black leather studded with silver snowflakes encircled the graceful line of her slender throat. She wore sandals and cut-off blue jean shorts-very cut-off, and very tight. A tight, white T-shirt strained across her chest, and read, in pale blue letters stretched into intriguing curves, "YOUR BOYFRIEND WANTS ME."
She prowled across the room to us, all hips and lips and fascinating eyes, looking far too young to move with such wanton sensuality. I knew better. She could have been a century old. She chose to look the way she did because of what she was: the Winter Lady, youngest Queen of the Un-seelie Court, Mab's understudy in wickedness and power. When she walked by the flowers that had bloomed in Lily's presence, they froze over, withered, and died. She gave them no more notice than Lily had.
"Harry Dresden," she said, her voice low, lulling, and sweet.
And I said, "Hello, Maeve."
Thank you for providing a citation.She knows about the Alphas, she knows they are werewolves, she knows they are good people. She knows they are near the University.
Fey do not need you to overstep to do anything; the fetches who were murdering people at Splattercon earlier this week werent retaliating. And namedropping someone without actually being introduced does not actually translate to open doors in the Dresdenverse, where a lot of fae and other supernaturals can change faces at the drop of a hat.Attacking a fey unprovoked only allows the fey to hit back, the alphas know better than to play into a fey's limits.
And as soon as she name drops Harry, says he's a family friend the reception gets markedly warmed.
Especially since fey can't lie.
The rules for faerie behavior are complicated, but generally only the really powerful ones are restricted from screwing with mortals when they're not on duty or in specific scenarios like being a guest. A lot of them, like fetches, need or at least prefer to prey on mortals for a variety of things.Attacking a fey unprovoked only allows the fey to hit back, the alphas know better than to play into a fey's limits.
And as soon as she name drops Harry, says he's a family friend the reception gets markedly warmed.
Especially since fey can't lie.
Really? Huh. Thats a lot more foolhardy than I thought.
I was thinking it would be more along the lines of the events of earlier this week/last week IC, when Maeve and Lily showed up to meet Dresden at MacAnally's and everyone else ran away.