Ambition Cast in Spires, Dreams Dug Deep
6th of February 2007 A.D.
"I don't think this is something Lasciel could have anticipated for the same reason she could not have guessed that she'd lose Tiffany herself. That reason is Harry Dresden." Mind-speech risks making the argument awkward, given how thoughts of Harry are usually colored in your mind, but since you're the one to bring it up there's time enough to daub it over to simple admiration with none of the other stuff. "This is the kind of plan Harry would make if he had the leverage..."
"That does not make me feel better," Mom starts.
"Well the eternal game of whak-a-mole does not make me feel good either," your other self answers before you can, the frustration dripping like tar from the words.
"Every moment of every day a call might come for Dad to do the impossible, to risk his health, his peace of mind, his life because some assholes picked up a coin that promised them the world...."
You can feel Dad's answer and Mom's resolve, you know the answer too.
"Just because you're willing to do it doesn't mean I have to be willing to let the wheel turn from now to the End of Days. I have this chance, this still small chance, a spark caught still burning in my hand to make it so no one else has to watch their father, their mother, their brother or sister go out there and try to match ages of malice armed with just enough to make the playing field level. Why should evil get an even playing field? The rest of us don't. It's easy to sin and hard to repent, harder still to fix what you've broken, but we have to try. There has to be more to this than bailing out the water until our arms grow tired."
"The Wheel turns to darkness..." both your parents start at Usum's voice. Dad at least has seen him in Sanctuary, but your mother never had.
"But wheels turn both ways," two-who-are-you speak as one.
So your darker side gives the impression of a bow in graceful acquiescence and you continue:
"I do this not because I must but because I can, because there is hope."
"It's not going to change much if I go into all the ways people have tried to do what you are trying and failed over the years is it?" Dad asks, his expression softening from worry to something a lot more rueful.
"Of course it will change things, I'll make a better plan if I find out what went wrong in the past," you fire back as a burst of complex emotion blooms around your mother: Pride and frustration, sadness, bewilderment and contention, you don't even know what to name it.
"As soon give a nickname to every grain of sand on a beach as every human emotion," Pods confesses.
"I've always known people are more complex on the inside than out but... yeesh." It's on that final fervent 'yeesh' and the promise from Dad to get as much historical information on the Order of the Blackened Denarius as he can out of the Church. Some of it might serve as foci suitable for you to look into their plans and if not, insight is always valuable.
That night you dream of broken spires, of crystals fracturing along impossible lines, of things that were eternal made not and those that should be mortals raised into eternity. You dream of a man with three eyes and somehow you know that he is a warlock, that he is a lair, a failure and a slave to poor masters... and yet he is smiling. Why is he smiling?
Essence Increased to 4 -> Mote Pool now 18/18
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7th of February 2007 A.D.
Still it will be weeks or even months before he can get anything. Those portions of the Church who know about the Coins and the swords are understandably paranoid about releasing any information they do not have to. While part of you wants to decry that as reactive, one must admit the only reason you are seeking out those insights is that they have not wholly failed against beings with resources and knowledge far beyond their own. For now, until Tiffany comes home to help break the news to Harry you descend into the Last Station where Maker of Immaculate Relics Untarnished,
Miru, as the emerald green name tag proclaimed her, had already been working to transform what had been an island of comfort and security in Undertown into something altogether more ambitious, a dream of lighting and brass, singing in harmony.
Now what you know what to look for the sinuous baroque styles of the City of Fountains are everywhere, a place of communion and community, between mortal and spirit. Porter is more lively than you had ever seen him, offering suggestions and insights into the ley network. The shell of the train had already been set up and it is more wyrm than trail, segmented burnished brass, each segment emblazoned with an aspect of its history: Near the tail, the passing of the Great Ice, what Miru had recognized as the continent grinding Laurentide Ice Sheet under which a young dragon had slept in the youth of the world through the time of the waters, the people of the woods and of the maize, the mound builders whom he honored and was honored by in return and at last to the fire and the City of Winds that sprang from the fire all the grander. Porter is the earth of this land and it is the place of the earth to remember that the years did not pass in vain.
So of course you ask him: "If I step into the Otherworld here what am I going to find?"
"My sanctum?" the rumble is more question than answer, not like he's unsure of it, but of what you meant to do with the information.
"Oh... I do hope I am not intruding," you answer careful not to tread on any metaphorical toes.
"Certainly not, it's just that there isn't much of interest there unless you are interested in stones and old bones."
"What kind of stones?" Sarah who is always among the more curious of the Jade Dogs and the most likely to talk to Porter from what you heard.
"Why all sorts, river stones and fire stones and stones that flew through the earth... even some stones," he leans as if to whisper, though his voice still echoes. "That remember the songs of the Earth.... songs gleaming brighter than gold.... Many have sought it of me only once did I share it... it was likely unwise of me... but I had grown so very dispirited and he spoke so kindly.... like you... but you came back. You are better than him. Only natural really... seeing as you are a dragon."
Grey Jade, you are almost positive he's talking about that, the focus of earthly stability and permanence. "Who did you share it with?"
"Oh, he didn't give a name... he was the sort that didn't like to share names... probably because he lived out on the lake. Tricky element is water."
What do you do?
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OOC: OK, moving right along. I did not want to put a dream in here just for dreaming's sake given that your shintai isn't changing.