Arc 14 Post 7: Of Tangles Pulled Apart
Of Tangles Pulled Apart
18th of February 2007 A.D.
Essence for information, that's still a trade you'll take, especially after the surge you just got. What are their contingencies for being discovered?
Isfet Reigns.
The Crown reflects your own emotions magnified thousandfold: disdain and rage, but still it tries to make sense of all within its purview.
Disorder, injustice, the loss of control, chaos-all-consuming. Mortals, they are all mortals, at least the ones making these decisions are. Depends on who depends on what... depends on where... You get the vague sense that they are expecting to be found by other wizards, some kind of internal dissent they can use to their advantages. Finger their accusers, get wizard fighting wizard.
Mark that down as 'cause a wizard civil war Usum', you note rubbing your temple, before asking the next one, focusing on the next nervous kid... You're starting to see Harry's point here.
What are they doing right now?
Flashes pass before the mind's eye, most of them startlingly mundane: a seemingly ordinary middle-aged couple having lunch at a nice restaurant, an old man playing checkers in the park, a lady riffling through a foreign paper, some subtly disturbing: a silver haired man whistling as he walks among a collection of unlabeled wine bottles that you are morally certain don't have wine in them, another braiding poppets out of human hair, a woman looking over pages covered with reams and reams of complex numbers while a teen about of an age with the ones in front of you whimpers in the corner. Are those glass shards? And a few, just a few of those images are filled with rites of black magic, not the small stumbling things of warlocks just slipped from the narrow path they did not know of, but willing atrocity of the sort one can only commit with eyes open, gleeful.
Next kid: Where are they?
Snapshots again, faster this time since you can already recognize the faces, vague sense of locations, some of them in this world some of them in the other, names barely making sense, one of them Almost Nowhere. Just for the moment, too much to expect that they would be slow as well as evil. The two in the Hidden Halls would find it the easiest to inform the other five and make use of any subverted wizards they have access to, though maybe at first for political purposes.
54 Total conspirators, 7 Total Aware
Nevernever
13 in sundry other Nevernever realms 0 aware
1 No Name Always Aware, always knows, Almost? Outside.
Material World
7 in the Hidden Halls 2 Aware (One is Peabody)
9 in the in Central and South America 1 Aware
5 in Europe 1 Aware
12 in Africa 1 Aware
6 in Asia 1 Aware
1 in Australia 0 Aware
Nevernever
13 in sundry other Nevernever realms 0 aware
1 No Name Always Aware, always knows, Almost? Outside.
Material World
7 in the Hidden Halls 2 Aware (One is Peabody)
9 in the in Central and South America 1 Aware
5 in Europe 1 Aware
12 in Africa 1 Aware
6 in Asia 1 Aware
1 in Australia 0 Aware
"Carlos can I look at your glove for a moment... " You're not sure what you had expected for Carlos' enchanting, for him to have fought maybe like he'd done against La Ilorna, but all you get is a meeting in an office, a wizard he calls 'sir', black eyes magnified behind thick glasses, a younger Carlos just... stops as he is given exacting instruction, hypnosis in the tone of a bored bureaucrat. Nothing about ongoing control, thank God.
There's a lot of calls to make, but before anything else you have to make a call to... yourself. Some of the trainees are whispering among themselves at the sight of a working phone though they soon have something a lot more remarkable to gasp over. Dancer in Glass Shadows just appears next to you with a smile, like she's about to make a crack about him not being able to handle two of you. Then she notices the air of fear in the room, the kid on the floor and catches the timber of your thoughts.
Lost 4 Essence -> Now at 11/18
"Compulsion?" She asks, more for the sake of breaking the silence.
"How are there two of you" The obvious questions start pouring in, there is no way to hide how alike the two of you are when she flashes her inner power like this. "Are you twins?"
Without answering she kneels and touches the girl's hair. "Be free." Three more times she picks trainees out of the crowd. "Be free, be free, be free..." Her power pours out in a soft green light in memory of one that knew no barrier. It severs all bonds save those laid by beings mightier than the Queens of Faerie. Then she stands in front of Carlos.
"Fuck me!" He curses softly, realizing what she means to do. "You sure?" His gaze oscillates between the two of you obviously wanting to ask the question the trainees are but all too aware that time is of the essence.
"Unfortunately yes," you answer as other-you just nods. After Digs taps him on the forehead like she had done the others Carlos frowns. "I don't feel any different, I don't remember anything..."
"All I can do is break chains, I cannot return that which was taken," she half-apologizes. "If one of your memories was changed it will stay that way. There is simply no remaining means of ongoing control, unless you pissed off one of the Mothers or an Angel somehow, but that's not..."
"Evil wizard," you explain, not sure how much you should be saying with all the trainees here. On the one hand the White Council is theirs too as they are its future, on the other hand they are still just trainees, not expected to handle anyone more dangerous than Isabela.
How much of what's going on do you explain to the Trainees and to Carlos?
[] Trainees: Nothing more, keep them in the dark
[] Trainees: The bare bones, there are lots of evil wizards infiltrating the White Council
[] Trainees: Write in
[] Carlos: The bare bones of the conspiracy
[] Carols: Admit that you knew something was the matter months earlier as was Harry and McCoy, but they did not know who to trust
[] Carlos: The whole story, Crown and all, you could use another good friend on the council and there is nothing like secrets to bind a friendship, so at least says Usum
[] Carols: Write in
OOC: Yes, it's the Molly that usually goes to school who broke a warlock's curse. She was closest but also it's a reminder that all the clones were built with some heavy duty abilities.
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