In a Frozen Prism
31th of October 2006 A.D.
Useful as it might be to be known, to be feared the last thing you want out of tonight is to win the enmity of the real Maeve which dealing with her... problem in front of her crew might well get you. On top of that you do not want say the pixie over there with a cloak made out of bacon to be able to recount how this looks like to any interested parties. His choice of wardrobe does not engender confidence.
Surrounded by Winter's monsters and caught between two of its Queens, something boils out from behind your eyes, material and spiritual Invisible and intangible, but as demanding as the kiss of a branding iron on bare skin for those without the
relevance to warrant acknowledgment.
Lost 3 Essence and 2 Willpower -> now at 7/12 Essence and 7/9 Willpower
Thus you reach out a hand for the tools you know will be there. Unlike like so many others before it, this was no mechanical monstrosity, even hell, even the Wicked City can appreciate the virtue of simplicity in this. At exactly five and one half feet long, stands an exactly straight bar of steel. Every angle unnaturally perfect from the flattened cap to exactingly sharpened tip. The first tool, and first division of natural chaos into shaped order Held just above the floor as she turned, it seemed to almost drag the shadows inwards without touching them, whispering secrets at your feet.
Thus you speak "Best to clear the room".
Rather than go they all freeze in place. Where before there had been chatter, necks craned at unnatural angles, the flash of rimefrost mirrors even to spy the spectacle ' round corners now there are only eyes wide in dread, breath caught in scores of throats.
"Leave!" the Queen of Air and Darkness bids, her voice like a crack of thunder in still air... and still about a third of them don't move. "Leave this place and leave at once!" she repeats, the third time driving ever the most awestruck to sudden frenzied action fast as their hooves, wings and in one case really overpriced ugly sneakers can take them.
"Oops, didn't mean to do that," you ver carefully apologize without apologizing so as not to add a second faux pas to the first as you continue to take out the rest of the stuff from your purse.
"They were too lightly cowed," she waves the matter off with a sigh. "Those here are among the least disciplined of all Winter regardless."
"Mhmm," you hum considering your options. There's a jar of lake water, a Bunsen Burner, a little tube of pressurized air made so that it releases its contents over an hour, a lichen covered rock in place of a tree, a collapsible set of sun-moon-stars symbols that one can hang in a hurry and a box of ethically sourced grave dirt, you had asked permission from the ghost in question.
Gonna need a refill after this one. To banish something this nasty the Grave has to be in ascendant.
As you pour out the grave dirt around he base of the ice prison, a circle inside a circle you pass Mab the celestial models without even thinking about it. "Just hang this above her, Sun opposite Moon, precise angles to not matter, they move around."
As it turns out Mab can fly when she wants to, also... she kind of looks like Mary Poppins when she does that in a dress.
Not that you are paying much attention to her after the initial surprise. Instead you are looking into the ice pillar more intensely than you'd ever looked at anything in your life, the eyes of your soul widening together with those of your body. Power, you see spilling out into the air and twisting though the ice, rage and spite enough to drown a dragon in poison, but as far as your gaze can tell there is nothing inside Maeve beside Maeve.
Lost 1 Willpower -> Now at 6/9 Willpower
No, wait there is something there, like an after image, every thought, every feeling, like a doubling in a fun house mirror. Suddenly you are reminded of being six or seven maybe visiting some kind of cave with your dad and being disappointed there was no echo when you called out. Dad had gotten down closer to your level so you would not have to crane your had and he'd said: 'There's always an echo Molly, it's just in little caves like this it comes back too quick and your ear just hears both as a single sound.' As soon as you make the connection what had been a impression at the edge of perception becomes clear as the the world under sun at its zenith.
What do you do?
[] Singsong: "I see you, hiding in the silence between her thoughts."
Try to unnerve He Who Walks Beside (Charisma+Intimidation; Excellency still in play)
[] All Things Betray
Try to find out the Outsider's greatest shame
[] Keep the secret close, say nothing until it is banished
No need to paint more of a target in your face
[] Write in
OOC: With your total of -4 to all perception rolls from ATB and BSM you took what would have been DC 9 down to 5. Even with that it would have taken 5 successes to tell there was anything there, 10 successes to where Molly would be sure she was not imagining things because she knew it was there and 15 to the point where you could trigger a charm on it. Guessed what you rolled.
