Of Faceless Fear
28th of September 2006 A.D.
Glancing at Lydia you find her looking back at you with the same uncomfortable expression.
Should we tell her? the look seems to ask, the answer already clear in the gesture. With a sigh you turn back to the detective: "Yeah about that..." She does not say anything, great posture, you are sure she's really good at interrogation, but those skills are not needed here as you continue: "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but there is one in the city right now. Has been for months, it seems. It's called a naagloshii, and it's not something you can deal with by conventional means. Unless you have Navajo medicine men in the force, or can call one from another department that is. Then I'd appreciate backup."
"Like the werewolf?" she asks tightly.
It takes you a moment to realize what she is referring to from Bob's stories, that time a Loup Garou had torn up a police station before Harry killed him.
"If anything worse, as strong and fast and equally impervious to mundane weapons, but also skilled in sorcery as only something that had been practicing it for millennia can be."
"What kind of sorcery?" The notepad practically materializes in her hands, if you did not see the way her knuckles tighten about the pen you would think she is talking this whole thing in stride.
"Shapeshifting and veils are a given, other than that, depends on what magicians it devoured,"
"It's after Harry." The words are markedly not a question. Her forehead creases with well worn lines of stress, making you really wish Usum had kept his suggestions to himself
"Most likely but this thing isn't mindlessly gorging itself, it framed him back in July to get him out of the way when the Red Room murders were taking place."
"It's working for someone else..." She trails off, pen hovering over paper, contemplating perhaps what might be giving orders to something 'like a loup garou with magic' at its beck and call.
"It could just be doing all this for its own entertainment," Lydia cuts in. "As I understand it fear is the coin their breed deals in, Warden Dresden is an important piece on the board of the White Council, removing him would ripple inward across the whole of the conflict, breathing terror into the thoughts of many strong of mind and magic."
"A magical sadist shapeshifter." Setting down the pen with a clink Lieutenant Murphy ponders you and Lydia for a moment. There is more than worry in that look, more than just the concern for what the skinwalker might do, the shadow of old hurts not yet healed. "And you are planning to kill it with a sword."
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"And fire, it's traditional," you quip, trying to lighten the mood. Alas it lands with a thud. "If I can find some way to nail its feet to the floor and keep it from veiling I'm betting I can kill it," you add more seriously.
Rather than answer to you the detective turns to Lydia. "You still think the ghost dance is a good idea knowing that thing is out there? If it's after Harry and it likes to terrify its victims it might go after people he knows."
"Everything I said about Bachelor's Grove is still true and short of never passing beyond my own threshold there isn't much I can do to make myself safer from a naagloshii in the short run."
"And in the long run?" She does not entirely sound like she
wants the answer, but it too professional not to ask.
"At the right time, in the right place even deathless things may die," your friend replies with cold certainty that needs no artifice of speech.
Looks like I found some more of that backup. She licks her lips nervously then decides to add. "My father is in some ways alike in power, though most unalike in character. He's not here right now so I'll have to do my best."
The lieutenant mutters something under her breath, you catch her taking the Lord's name in vain and the word 'children', which is
very unfair, you are almost eighteen, three more months to go. At least she does not try to order you to stay out of trouble, perhaps because she understands how counterproductive it is to give an order she knows won't be followed. She promises to be there tomorrow night then bids the both of you a curt goodbye.
The door had not even closed behind you when she picks up her phone.
What do you dress like and who if anyone do you invite to the dance of the dead?
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OOC: This is Molly's first chance to dress up in the quest so I thought I'd give you a chance to do a character moment. Also the story works better with a break here.