It will work if they all stayed at the hotel. You only know that some number of them were there at one point in the last week.
I dont really think so.They're probably initiating at least part of it somewhere else. I mean Molly saw no evidence of a ritual just looking at the murderers, so presumably part of the machinery of it so to speak is run somewhere else.
There's also the matter of control. We'd have to be pretty stupid to enter Chinatown if the whole thing was glowing with fuck you magic, so they likely want to be able to flip it on pretty precisely. Even if there isn't I still think we're better off killing them and disrupting their operations before they get a chance shift things their wa
I think you are misreading the situation.Still not sold; I'm not saying we shouldn't tell her at all, but at minimum I want to know what it is first so we consider if we actually want to share it all.
Dresden Files worldbuilding around the soul is something of a deliberate mess, in part because there's a mishmash of pronouncements by people who arent completely knowledgeable about the subject; see Dresden saying with his full chest early in the series that Fae dont have souls, or other such pronouncements about things like ghosts and morditr.Okay, found this while doing a re-read, and I am really curious how this bit of metaphysics interacts with our Murder is Meat charm. What the heck must that look like from a DF perspective? I guess we'll find out next time we have Harry or another spiritually sensitive person around while we use the charm, and we're almost definitely going to be using the charm against some of the akuma, so it shouldn't be too long to figure out just how weird we are on this particular point.
I would have to search Ghost Story to give you a definitive answer.Some parts of them are, I don't think it's completely homogenous. See Bob talking about how Harry was walking around with the core of his soul exposed in ghost story.
I could be misremembering things, but I think that scene implied the soul had sections of varying importance and properties.
If we're taking anything in that case it's probably from thaf section, but it's worth noting that it's likely not all the same.
Hmm... the minion we interrogated said they were staying in the hotel. It's possible that there are others.It will work if they all stayed at the hotel. You only know that some number of them were there at one point in the last week.
One last time:Hmm... the minion we interrogated said they were staying in the hotel. It's possible that there are others.
I think that'll need a separate question. Two, actually: one to locate the dwellings of every servant of Emma-O connected to these events in the city, and another to see their plans. This is certainly an issue.
Anyone has any ideas on how to better formulate the question?
As though that weren't enough Murphy needed help with her latest case, a spate of deaths the peppers were calling the Recluse Poisonings, in a play on the spider and the fact that all three of the victims lived alone and as far as anyone could tell hadn't hurt a fly. Toxicology had been able to tell it was a poison, though they didn't have a match on it because there wasn't any natural poison that killed not just the victim but every living thing in them and on them.
Thats a minimum of five dead and five graves: three mentioned in the papers, minus J, but plus at least three more.Looking through the information Detective Murphy had given you there are no missing people and working your way through the list the shen had provided again there were only deaths, including a handful the police did not recognize as foul play.
It should be noted that Wan Kuei can be good with ghosts though.Alternatively, have Lydia ask the ghosts.
Elder akuma are not human necromancers, bt they can whistle the tune quite well.
The ghosts will know whats up, if only to avoid the area.
What are you talking about? I am using Big Book of Yomi Wan to gain all the knowledge everyone in Yomi Wan, not just servants of Emma-O, know of exaltations. That's a pretty damn good use for it. The only better one I see is finding where more exaltations are. Big Book of Yomi Wan in our greatest focus for Yomi Wan in general. It should be used to gain the greatest possible treasure of information.One last time:
1)You are burning high quality general Yomi Wan foci for whats an emissary of one Yama King.
You are burning the Big Book of Yomi Wan as a focus in Arc 6.
We'll have those entities and their actions, and the victims and evidence of those actions as foci.Thats...bad.
When we actually run into Yomi Wan entities we know fuckall about, we'll have nothing to go on.
We can just use one focus to ask "how do I get to the current HQ of the group that had the owner of this apartment/occupant of this body/grave killed?". As shown when tracking Lydia, this will give us both the location and the route.Use one other foci to determine numbers she brought with her. And a third to plot a route there.
Maybe change it to being centered around the claim made by the messenger Akuma? It doesn't matter if he was right, wrong, or only sharing part of the truth if we use the hotel's connection to him as the medium.Ok, that's a good point, and thanks for that. Would the change from "staying" to "stayed in the last two weeks" work?
They weren't trying to lock down a district as you were talking about, or targeting something as energetic a ley lines directly.In Small Favor, the original ritual trap that caught the Archive at the Shedd Aquarium was triggered by Thorned Namshiel using a mobile setup. The prepwork had been done beforehand, but there was nothing there for the Archive, who is like the most potent mortal practitioner we've seen in the setting, nor Dresden, who was a Chicago native, to see beforehand
I see that concern, and we may end up talking her anyway, but I think it's foolish to share sight unseen. Being able to shape how much we share and how we frame it rather than going straight from asking to telling is valuable.After all, we saw her depth of feeling as expressed to strangers.
She needs to be talked to ASAP, or we could well end up with a senri murdered and eaten in an alley somewhere and information leaked about our discussion and the wherabouts of three other shamans in the neighborhood.
What are you talking about? I am using Big Book of Yomi Wan to gain all the knowledge everyone in Yomi Wan, not just servants of Emma-O, know of exaltations. That's a pretty damn good use for it. The only better one I see is finding where more exaltations are. Big Book of Yomi Wan in our greatest focus for Yomi Wan in general. It should be used to gain the greatest possible treasure of information.
We'll have those entities and their actions, and the victims and evidence of those actions as foci.
We can just use one focus to ask "how do I get to the current HQ of the group that had the owner of this apartment/occupant of this body/grave killed?". As shown when tracking Lydia, this will give us both the location and the route.
@DragonParadox would the question in the form of "what are the plans of the akuma whose leader stayed in this hotel over the last two weeks have for winning a confrontation with Molly and her allies?" work?
[X] Plan gathering intelligence before a confrontation v. 3.0
-[X] Using your copy of Big Book of Yomi Wan, ask "what do the forces talked about in this book know about the type of object referred to by servants of Emma-O as Black Seed?" Pre-activate Occult Excellency to understand the answer better
-[X] Using the online page of Jaslin Hotel as the focus, ask "what are the plans of the akuma whose leader stayed in this hotel over the last two weeks have for winning a confrontation with Molly and her allies?"
-[X] Cyberdevils: Hack into Jaslin Hotel computers, with interest in security cameras and every room that has been occupied for the last two weeks, plus the room number(s) the akuma gave us.
-[X] Drive by Pink Swan, and use the Crown to ask "What is the full detailed motivation of a former DJ of this club, known as J, for working with Wan Kuei?"
-[X] Drive by apartments of two victims of Recluse Murders. Ask the questions "how do I get to the current HQ of the group that had the owner of this apartment killed?" and "who does the group that had the owner of this apartment killed consist of?"
-[X] Recover essence by spending time in a bottle of bleach which your father will carry while moving between locations.
-[X] Tell Bùshì Tùzǐ about J's survival and what the akuma are likely planning for him
--[X] Empathy excellency and All Things Betray to manage and read her reaction
Sure.It should be noted that Wan Kuei can be good with ghosts though.
It's not an inherently adversarial relationship between them and ghosts, like it is with Necromancers.
A Bone Flower who treats the Dead with a respect they don't get from the regular locals could make friends here.
@DragonParadox
QUESTION
Was there a body recovered for J? Was it apparently poisoned or killed in some other fashion?
Because if there was a body recovered that looked like J, it tells us two things:
=The Akuma has Bone Shintai. At least Level 6, which is where they can change the appearance of others.
And possibly as high as Level 8, where you can make zombies
=The akuma has some other source of bodies that we havent noticed.
Sure.
Hence I said akuma specifically.
Ok, switching back to "akuma and their affiliates that stayed in this hotel". In case J was there, or some other mortal or non-akuma collaborators. We'll possibly have to ask more questions later, but for now "best is the enemy of good enough".It will give you some kind of response, but it will not guarantee that you get everything you want because the question is still at one remove, you are aiming it at the place they stay/ed at rather than the Akuma themselves. To get the best response you would have to get eyes on their leadership, with all the risks that involves
Too removed, I fear. We need arcane links, and relatively good ones. This is at least two steps removed.Maybe change it to being centered around the claim made by the messenger Akuma? It doesn't matter if he was right, wrong, or only sharing part of the truth if we use the hotel's connection to him as the medium.
"what are the plans the akuma associated with the one claiming to have stayed this hotel over the last two weeks have for winning a confrontation with Molly and her allies?"
Or similar.
1)The only Hells in Yomi Wan who actually have seen or touched an Exaltation were Kakuri and Lanka.What are you talking about? I am using Big Book of Yomi Wan to gain all the knowledge everyone in Yomi Wan, not just servants of Emma-O, know of exaltations. That's a pretty damn good use for it. The only better one I see is finding where more exaltations are. Big Book of Yomi Wan in our greatest focus for Yomi Wan in general. It should be used to gain the greatest possible treasure of information.
Or we wont.We'll have those entities and their actions, and the victims and evidence of those actions as foci.
Tracking Lydia was fine because she was on the move in the open.We can just use one focus to ask "how do I get to the current HQ of the group that had the owner of this apartment/occupant of this body/grave killed?". As shown when tracking Lydia, this will give us both the location and the route.
The Denarians were directly drawing power from Hell. Dresden literally killed at least one by knocking him into the border of the pentagram they were using and it vaporized him.They weren't trying to lock down a district as you were talking about, or targeting something as energetic a ley lines directly.
They're basically in the middle of some quick and dirty geomancy, I'd expect there to be some more involved elements here.
And as I said, if there actually isn't then we should be hunting and killing their skilled labor, which amounts to the same thing.
Speaking as an advocate of information control?I see that concern, and we may end up talking her anyway, but I think it's foolish to share sight unseen. Being able to shape how much we share and how we frame it rather than going straight from asking to telling is valuable.
.....The police have a body on record, you do not have autopsy information or anything of the sort, that is something you might want to talk to Butters about.
.....
If this vote isnt closed today, Im going to try making another alternate plan.
We don't actually know that. At all. We know that our specific exaltation shard was only in Kakuri's possession. Which is why I am not asking about our specific exaltation. I am asking about exaltations in general. That's a very different question, and Yomi Wan hells have a lot of very old knowledge.1)The only Hells in Yomi Wan who actually have seen or touched an Exaltation were Kakuri and Lanka.
And we have evidence that Kakuri's knowledge and understanding is vastly limited.
Hence this entire affair.
We know what they know.
Both because much of what they know was stuff they tortured out of Usum, and because Usum was a good Listener.
What they might learn in the future, we dont know.
But the Book wont tell us either.
Only what they know now.
This is assuming the base is in nevernever. Not a given. If it's a place in Chicago, or, hell, if it it's in Nevernever, but has a Way established from Chicago, we'll be able to find additional foci.We need a question focused on the base precisely because we can expect it to have defenses and scouts.
Unless we want to walk face first into a magical minefield.
Kinda like what Evil Bob had in Ghost Story.
I disputed this before, but I couldnt remember the exact place where the mechanics were laid out.Basic investigation would tell her that Molly was a talented wizard before she got the Seed. That's basically matter of public record now, or at least easily found. Wizards use internal power. Also, wan kuei use external chi because they are dead and lack their own. We aren't dead. We have our own power. Soulfire is a thing known to exist.
Hell, we are being trained in qiao, which use internal power.
Hope you find this as illuminating as I did.Small Favor c30 said:But more important, once that pentagram came up-and it was coming now; I could feel it, a faint stirring of power that slid along the edges of my wizard's senses like some huge and hungry snake passing by in the darkness-it was going to shut the building off from the rest of the world, magically speaking. That meant that I wasn't going to be able to draw in any power to use to defend myself, any more than I'd be able to breathe if someone plunged my head underwater.
Usually, when you work a spell, you reach out into the environment around you and pull in energy. It flows in from everywhere, from the fabric of life in the whole planet. You don't create a "hole" in the field of energy we call "magic." It all pours in together, levels out instantly, all across the world. But the circle about to go up was going to change that. The relatively tiny area inside the Shedd would contain only so much energy. Granted, it would be a fairly rich spot-there was a lot of life in the building, and it had hosted a lot of visitors generating a lot of emotions, especially the energy given off by all those children. But even so, it was a sealed box, and given the number of people present who knew how to use magic, the local supply wasn't going to last long.
Try to imagine a knife fight in an airtight phone booth-lots of heavy breathing and exertion, but not for long.
One way or the other, not for long.
That was their plan, of course. Without magic to draw upon, I was pretty much just a scrappy guy with a gun, whereas Nicodemus was still a nigh-invincible engine of destruction.
For a few seconds my steps slowed.
Put that way, it almost sounded a little crazy of me to be rushing into this. I mean, I was basically opting for a cage match with a collection of demons, and one that I would have to win within a matter of seconds or not at all-and I hadn't been all that impressive against the Denarians when I'd had relatively few constraints on what power I could wield against them.
I did some mental math. If the symbol the Denarians were using was approximately the same size as the one at Marcone's place, it would be big enough to encompass only the Oceanarium itself in the pentagram at its center. Murphy and the others, if they'd stayed where we'd come in, would probably be safe. More to the point, if they'd stayed where they were, they would have no way to enter the Oceanarium.
That meant it would be just me and Ivy and maybe Kincaid-against Nicodemus, Tessa, and every Denarian they could beg, borrow or steal. Those were long odds. Really, really long odds. Ridiculously long odds, really. When you have to measure them in astronomical units, it probably isn't a good bet.
So, going in there would be bad.
If I didn't go in, though, it would be just Ivy and Kincaid against all of them. In a deadly business, Kincaid was one of the deadliest, at the top of the field for centuries-but there was only one of him. Ivy had vast knowledge to draw upon, of course, but once she'd been cut off and expended whatever magic she had immediately available to her, the only thing she'd be able to do with all that knowledge would be to calculate her worsening odds of escape.
Every hair on my body tried to stand up all at the same time, and I knew that the symbol was being energized. In seconds it would howl to life.
I guess in the end it came down to a single question: whether or not I was the kind of man who walks away when he knows a little kid is in danger.
I'd been down this road before: Not going in there would be worse.
Heat shimmers filled the air in the hall in front of me as I sprinted toward the Oceanarium.
Fight smarter, not harder, Harry. I drew in power on the way-a lot of power. If there wasn't going to be any magic available for the taking once the symbol went up, I'd just have to bring my own.
Usually I draw in power only when it's ready to flow directly out of me again, channeling the energy through my mind and into the structure of a spell. This time I brought it in without ever letting it out, and it built up as a pressure behind my eyes. My body temperature jumped by at least four or five degrees, and my muscles and bones screamed with sudden pain while my vision went red and flickered with spots of black. Static electricity crackled with every single motion of my limbs, bright green and painfully sharp, until it sounded like I was running across a field of bubble wrap. My head pounded like every New Year's hangover I'd ever had, all in the same spot, and my lungs felt like the air had turned to acid. I concentrated on keeping my feet underneath me and moving. One step at a time.
We already knew that Wizards work with external energy in this quest by the way:
Divsimar knew at least and told us."Like the Wise yes?" the old monk asks. "It is difficult for them to learn how to master inner Chi when the power of the living world is theirs to master."
"Not a problem with me," you assure him. "All the power I can actually use is internal."
"More shen than sorcerer," he nods to himself. "Of the arts I know I believe four would suit you, though I am no grand master of any of them for I have plucked from the tree of wisdom as it suited me in the day."
Yes we do.
Do remember that what they think they know =/= Truth.We need to know what Kakuri actually knows, because we don't know how much they understand - if they are making a plan with a credible chance of f*cking with an Infernal Exaltation's selection process, and can at least slow down its fleeing... They might know a lot more than we think.
Or what Molly said:"I'm sorry you had to go through that," you interrupt fervently, not caring if he is a demon.
"I am well now mistress, I will not be put back," he replies with the same conviction you had felt when talking to mom earlier.
It doesnt mean they cant do lots of collateral damage while attempting to carry out their plan.The sight seems to awaken something in the stone dragon. "That is it? The akuma are trying to make a loop of their own power to weigh down on all essence flowing through the neighborhood. This would make it mildly harder for all powers and principalities not them to invoke their power within but the principal reason would be to slow down the flight of the power, the Crown you bear once you are dead in order to trap it."
"That is really not going to work long term," you say with as dark a smile as you have ever worn. "It has been bound once, it will not be bound again. Not..." you glance towards dad and Brother Divisimar. "That I am planning to die you understand, but even if I did that plan would not work. Another would be Chosen."
Not a given.This is assuming the base is in nevernever. Not a given. If it's a place in Chicago, or, hell, if it it's in Nevernever, but has a Way established from Chicago, we'll be able to find additional foci.
Completely forgot about that.We already knew that Wizards work with external energy in this quest by the way:
Divsimar knew at least and told us.
The Denarians also only effected a small area, turned the power on right when they needed it, and still had to draw the sigel first to contain it.The Denarians were directly drawing power from Hell. Dresden literally killed at least one by knocking him into the border of the pentagram they were using and it vaporized him.
That was a vastly more energetic event than this is likely to be.
The akuma is setting a magical trap not a physical one.
People can still walk in and out of Chinatown, as far as Im aware, and its only designed to last a couple minutes at best, which is how long pitched magical battles generally run for.
An OOC vote break point doesn't cost IC time.Speaking as an advocate of information control?
I think the benefits of haste in this instance outweigh whatever benefits delay might bring. Especially with lives on the line.
Agree to disagree I guess.
You are mistaken.The Denarians also only effected a small area, turned the power on right when they needed it, and still had to draw the sigel first to contain it.
The Akuma are trying to pin to a persistent change across a broad region, which is a different application entirely.
And a weaker one at that, because it is much more limited in effect.The sight seems to awaken something in the stone dragon. "That is it? The akuma are trying to make a loop of their own power to weigh down on all essence flowing through the neighborhood. This would make it mildly harder for all powers and principalities not them to invoke their power within but the principal reason would be to slow down the flight of the power, the Crown you bear once you are dead in order to trap it."
Thanks.It will not be, I could probably get an update out right now is I really had to, but the conversation seems to be ongoing and I do not want to stifle that just for the sake of keeping to one update per day
We can work with that.I woke up in the back of Michael's pickup staring up at the stars and the moon and in considerable pain. Sanya sat at the back of the truck, facing me. Michael lay still and unmoving beside me.
Chapter Thirty-three
"He's awake," Sanya said when he saw me moving.
Murphy's voice came from the front of the truck. "Harry, be still, okay? We don't know how badly you've been shot."
"Okay," I said. "Hi, Murph. It should have torn."
"What?" Murphy asked.
"Shroud. It should have torn like wet tissue. That just makes sense, right?"
"Shhhhh, Harry. Be still and don't talk."
That sounded fine to me. The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue.
This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day.
I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me.
"I'm not dead!" I sputtered. "I'm not dead!"
Murphy appeared in my field of vision, her hand on my chest. "We know that, Harry. Easy. We've got to get the bullet out of you. We can't take you to the emergency room. They have to report any gunshot wounds."
"I don't know," Butters said. "This X ray is all screwed up. I'm not sure it's showing me where the bullet is. If I don't do this right, I could make things worse."
"You can do it," Murphy said. "The technical stuff always messes up around him."
Things spun around.
Michael stood over me at one point, his hand on my head. "Easy, Harry. It's almost done."
And I thought, Great. I'm going to require an armed escort to make sure I get to hell.
When I woke up again, I was in a small bedroom. Stacks and boxes and shelves of fabric filled the place nearly to the ceiling, and I smiled, recognizing it. The Carpenters' guest room.
On the floor next to the bed was Michael's breastplate. There were four neat holes in it where the bullets had gone through. I sat up. My shoulder screamed at me, and I found it covered in bandaging.
There was a sound by the door. A small pair of eyes peeked around the corner, and little Harry Carpenter stared at me with big blue-grey eyes.
There was a sound by the door. A small pair of eyes peeked around the corner, and little Harry Carpenter stared at me with big blue-grey eyes.
"Hi," I said to him.
He dutifully lifted his pudgy fingers and waved them at me.
"I'm Harry," I said.
He frowned thoughtfully and then said, "Hawwy."
"Good enough, kid."
He ran off. A minute later he came back, reaching way up over his head to hold on to his daddy's fingers. Michael came in the room and smiled at me. He was wearing jeans, a clean white T-shirt, and bandages over one arm. The cut on his face was healing, and he looked rested and relaxed. "Good afternoon," he said.
I smiled tiredly at him. "Your faith protects you, eh?"
Michael reached down and turned the breastplate around. There was a cream-colored material lining in the inside of the breastplate, with several deep dents in it. He peeled it back to show me layers and layers of bulletproof fabric backing ceramic strike plates set against the front of the breastplate. "My faith protects me. My Kevlar helps."
I laughed a little. "Charity made you put it in?"
Michael picked up little Harry and put him on his shoulders. "She did it herself. Said she wasn't going to spend all that trouble making the breastplate and then have me get killed with a gun."
"She made the breastplate?" I asked.
Michael nodded. "All of my armor. She used to work on motorcycles."
My shoulder throbbed hard enough to make me miss the next sentence. "Sorry. What did you say?"
"I said you'll need to take your medicine. Can you handle some food first?"
"I'll try."
I had soup. It was exhausting. I took a Vicodin and slept without dreaming.
Over the next couple of days, I managed to piece together what had happened from talking to Michael and, on the second day, to Sanya.
The big Russian had come out of things all right. Marcone, after getting me and Michael out of the water, had called Murphy and told her where to find us. She had already been on the way, and got there in only a couple of minutes.
The crew of the train, it turned out, had been killed. The three goons that had been trussed up on the train had bitten down on suicide pills and were dead when the cops found them. Murphy had taken us all to Butters instead of to the emergency room, since once my gunshot wound was reported, Rudolph and company could have made my life hell.
"I must be out of my mind," Murphy told me when she visited. "I swear, Dresden, if this comes back to bite me in the ass, I'm taking it out on your hide."
"though that is not a good translation because souls aren't meat."
Basically the charm says 'I beg to differ'.