Trouble Down Under
18th of February 2007 A.D.
Not how I had expected to get information about the expansion of the White Council, but needs must... You listen attentively to Morgan's account of wizardly matters in Australia. Unlike every other continent there had been precious little in the way of rapprochement with the local traditions from a combination of distance, lack of Old World wizards willing to travel to what had been until 'recently' a rather ill-favored place and the simple fact that the Australia's Aboriginal population crashed even harder or at the very least
faster than in the Americas. What powers still abide in the depths of the Outback have little interest in the Council's high minded ideals and have been driven into deep isolation. "There are places in that land where the veil is thin as gauze, where this world and the other are less than a step away, a look, but those are not the places you will be finding any wizards of the Council. If you're lucky the spirits will just kick you back, if not... well you're liable to be treated to the oldest of all laws, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth," the old warden grimaces at his own account.
"Violence?" Carlos asks. "I've dealt with some pretty ornery spirits, some of which had cause as well. If you know how to..."
"Plague," Morgan cuts him off. "There are places in the bush you don't want to be walking alone aglow with your own magic, not unless you
really want to know what smallpox was like."
"Like the snakes and spiders weren't bad enough," Harry shudders dramatically, though the older wizard doesn't seem to be paying attention. "If your vision's right and you pinned Sydney on a map..." In truth you had gotten far better than that, but he doesn't need to know the details. "That'll be Horace Shaw, he's been making wine in Sydney since... 1976 when he moved over from California. Never heard a peep out of him which is, and this might surprise you,
pretty damn normal for wizards."
Harry looks like he'd really like to argue with the aspersion, but can't quite manage it.
"In addition to wine he cultivates and sells magical reagents: rue, thorn apple mandrake, sea holly common enough plants, but you get an extra kick out of them when it's a wizard gardening. In terms of the kind of trouble you can expect if he's gone warlock poisons of course, but not just the regular kinds. The human body's one big factory for exotic substances that happens to be made of meat."
"Donald you have the imagination of a villain," Lady M says... and it takes you a moment to realize she means 'peasant' not 'evil-doer.'
"I am but a mute inglorious Da Vinci my lady," he says without turning his head, not quite an in-joke not quite a barb as he continues.
"Addicts are easy to make when you have magic and no morals, thralls are a matter of degree. Depending on how deep he is and how much trouble he thinks he's in Shaw might not care that he's breaking cover either, so my advice to you is get in fast, grab him and get out." When some of his colleagues look like they'd like to object he continues. "Yes, it's messy as all hell, but it's also a city with one wizard and that wizard's a warlock, we do not have any local clean up resources we can trust and this isn't the time or the place to be bringing them in from outside. This is
triage. Just don't rile up any of the local spirits..."
"Are there any powerful spirits in Sydney of all places?" you ask genuinely curious.
"Worlds don't map neatly, you might turn a corner and end up on the other side of someone's sanctum. Black magic's poison even when they know to be careful. If anything did sniff it out they'll have an even worse opinion of us than normal."
"So that's why you're not insisting I take one of you with me?" you guess.
"Half the reason, the other half is it's quieter. It's going to be 8:33 AM, hopefully the bastard won't even be up, you can just drop into his bedroom..."
"You're giving her rather a lot of ideas don't you think?" the tall purple-garbed wizard offers without heat.
"Almost enough to give me nightmares if I had the room," Morgan laughs, it's not much of a one and black as pitch, but it's a laugh.
***
It's a summer morning in Sydney under the kind of cloud cover that'll get everyone without an umbrella on the street to buy one, but apart from that the bustling crowds are little different from what one would see in Chicago, morning traffic still going strong, tourists clogging up the beaches —you wish you could join them— and no one, not even the lifeguards trying to keep people out of the water notice there's one more girl coming out of the water than went in.
A bit of searching from your friends and you find the warlock's address, ensconced in the depths of sub-tropical suburbia, though unlike the palm trees and ferns out front there is something odd about his living arrangements. Horace Shaw has live in staff, a gardener and a maid, the same ones he's had for the last thirty one years which makes breaking, entering and kidnapping a little more complicated... but only a little.
How do you kidnap the warlock?
[] Fly in through an upper story window, you're fast and there aren't a lot of witnesses
[] Infiltrate through the water system, it might lead you to someplace awkward, but at least you'll be inside the wards
[] Write in
OOC: Enjoy.