Most people knows where the piece that is Mab goes, they know the limits of her power and her interests. Molly does not fit and when you take too close of a look as to where she might fit *see eye melting comment*.
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Most people knows where the piece that is Mab goes, they know the limits of her power and her interests. Molly does not fit and when you take too close of a look as to where she might fit *see eye melting comment*.
Is there a difference? To draw a very unflattering comparison, if the local strongman shows up and extorts your community but only enforces laws that touch on his business because he doesn't really care about what else you do he's enforcing his control. The white god did shutdown pretty much everyone in the same business as him, and he does have rules that he enforces with overwhelming power based solely on his own vision of the world.The White God in this universe may or may not have ultimate power, but he does not exert ultimate authority over mankind, that is what the whole Free Will thing is about. Usum knows the counter would be instant and hard to argue against. He is saving his breath for greyer areas
I'm not saying he's necessarily in the wrong or anything, if anything it seems like from what little we can see he's being remarkably responsible for his level of power, it's just that nobody votes on the rules he does or doesn't enforce.
A demon who wants to play this game could maneuver you into admitting you're okay with tyranny if you trust the tyrant or that you should shatter god's throne to pass out the pieces to the masses without lying or being deceptive about the philosophical points of the argument.
You're ignoring a key foundational aspect here; spirits aren't just big old mortals, they're fundamentally alien entities.
@DragonParadox got into it with the cyber devils; a human can change their beliefs without necessarily changing what they are. For spirits great and small those aren't different things.
Changing a fallen Angel is a transformation of substance as much as personal development, and the substance of angels doesn't shift so much as experience spiritual cataclysm.
The books are pretty specific about Lash's human substrate being the reason it was possibly to do this at all.
I wouldn't call it impossible, but if long term exposure to double digit dice could shift the nature of the angels they'd be falling at a rate greater than "once ever since the beginning of time" and at least a few would have risen back by now.
Changing Seeker might be possible, but trying it is a completely different animal than Lash.
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This is the addition I added to Yog's plan, referring to the gift we got from Mab.
[X] Plan Designing Greatness V2
-[X] Offer to help
--[X] You yourself are growing. You have a feeling that you can develop a power to design miraculous objects - magical items straight from fantasy books. When you do, you will make him something to allow him to grasp the power he so wants. Not necessary a crutch, but something to allow him to gain power of his own.
---[X] Work together with him to work out what exactly is that he wants in terms of power. You make no promises of being able to make exactly that, but it's good to know what sort of ability he strives for.
----[X]You will be getting an emergency veil talisman with this gift though. This is nonnegotiable. If a Denarian snatch squad gets you and uses you to trolley problem me or dad...
----[X] Empathy excellency
----[X] Stunt: You sit down with Daniel, and dump a load of D&D books, and other media, such as superhero comics, on the table, a fresh character sheet in front of you. Thrusting a cup of cocoa in front of him, you open the first one: "So, let's design who you want to be, shall we?"
-[X] Offer training
--[X] You now have access to trainers and masters of their arts unknown on Earth. If he is willing, you can arrange for him to be trained in the Courts over vacations at least.
---[X] Christmas vacation is coming up soon and he'll have two weeks off from school. Some of that will need to be spent with the family and Lydia, of course, but we can arrange for him to visit our realm for 9 or 10 days (assuming our parents consent). While there, he'll be trained (i.e. worked into the ground) in FCF combat, weaponry, technology, etc., and sorcery if he proves capable.
---[X] This is only an introduction, however, a chance for him to get his feet wet and an opportunity no one else from Earth has benefited from so far. If he does well and impresses his instructors, we can make further arrangements for him to visit on the weekends, culminating in a more rigorous course over the upcoming Summer.
[X] Plan Designing Greatness V2
-[X] Offer to help
--[X] You yourself are growing. You have a feeling that you can develop a power to design miraculous objects - magical items straight from fantasy books. When you do, you will make him something to allow him to grasp the power he so wants. Not necessary a crutch, but something to allow him to gain power of his own.
---[X] Work together with him to work out what exactly is that he wants in terms of power. You make no promises of being able to make exactly that, but it's good to know what sort of ability he strives for.
----[X]You will be getting an emergency veil talisman with this gift though. This is nonnegotiable. If a Denarian snatch squad gets you and uses you to trolley problem me or dad...
----[X] Empathy excellency
----[X] Stunt: You sit down with Daniel, and dump a load of D&D books, and other media, such as superhero comics, on the table, a fresh character sheet in front of you. Thrusting a cup of cocoa in front of him, you open the first one: "So, let's design who you want to be, shall we?"
-[X] Offer training
--[X] You now have access to trainers and masters of their arts unknown on Earth. If he is willing, you can arrange for him to be trained in the Courts over vacations at least.
---[X] Christmas vacation is coming up soon and he'll have two weeks off from school. Some of that will need to be spent with the family and Lydia, of course, but we can arrange for him to visit our realm for 9 or 10 days (assuming our parents consent). While there, he'll be trained (i.e. worked into the ground) in FCF combat, weaponry, technology, etc., and sorcery if he proves capable.
---[X] This is only an introduction, however, a chance for him to get his feet wet and an opportunity no one else from Earth has benefited from so far. If he does well and impresses his instructors, we can make further arrangements for him to visit on the weekends, culminating in a more rigorous course over the upcoming Summer.
[X] Make Daniel an Offer He Shouldn't Refuse
-[X] Christmas vacation is coming up soon and he'll have two weeks off from school. Some of that will need to be spent with the family and Lydia, of course, but we can arrange for him to visit our realm for 9 or 10 days (assuming our parents consent). While there, he'll be trained (i.e. worked into the ground) in FCF combat, weaponry, technology, etc., and sorcery if he proves capable.
-[X] This is only an introduction, however, a chance for him to get his feet wet and an opportunity no one else from Earth has benefited from so far. If he does well and impresses his instructors, we can make further arrangements for him to visit on the weekends, culminating in a more rigorous course over the upcoming Summer.
-[X] Stunt (insert maximum Exalted social fuckery here): You look your baby brother up and down with a critical eye. He's still a scrawny kid, but not nearly so much as a year ago, or even before you received your Exaltations. "You want to be more, do more. I get it, believe me. Do you want to survive, too? Live a long, happy life, one where you outlive mom and dad rather than forcing them to bury their eldest son?" You pause, but not quite long enough to give him the opportunity to interject. "I can help you, but if you want that help you've got to do it right. I've got resources you can hardly imagine, and I'll make them available to you. Be patient, put in the work, and let's see what happens. What do you say?"
-[X] Christmas vacation is coming up soon and he'll have two weeks off from school. Some of that will need to be spent with the family and Lydia, of course, but we can arrange for him to visit our realm for 9 or 10 days (assuming our parents consent). While there, he'll be trained (i.e. worked into the ground) in FCF combat, weaponry, technology, etc., and sorcery if he proves capable.
-[X] This is only an introduction, however, a chance for him to get his feet wet and an opportunity no one else from Earth has benefited from so far. If he does well and impresses his instructors, we can make further arrangements for him to visit on the weekends, culminating in a more rigorous course over the upcoming Summer.
-[X] Stunt (insert maximum Exalted social fuckery here): You look your baby brother up and down with a critical eye. He's still a scrawny kid, but not nearly so much as a year ago, or even before you received your Exaltations. "You want to be more, do more. I get it, believe me. Do you want to survive, too? Live a long, happy life, one where you outlive mom and dad rather than forcing them to bury their eldest son?" You pause, but not quite long enough to give him the opportunity to interject. "I can help you, but if you want that help you've got to do it right. I've got resources you can hardly imagine, and I'll make them available to you. Be patient, put in the work, and let's see what happens. What do you say?"
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OctarineShrike
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Got a rhetorical idea for stunting. "If you get captured by denarians as part of some scheme to trolley problem somebody else, we should get that question out of the way of what you'd rather that person do. Think carefully, consider how long your resolve might hold under torture, before you give me it".
Most spirits are.
Whether or not angels work under the same rules is open to debate.
We have seen the Fallen and Mac as two different instances, and they dont seem at all similar.
Daniel is a 16 year old boy.
He cant vote. He cant drink, or drive after nightfall, or own a firearm, or sign a legal contract, or join the military.
Acting like he is somehow entitled to the right to bear weapons and be killing people or holding the power of life or death over them is a specious argument in my opinion.
Michael is 50ish.
He was an adult and a military veteran when he was drafted, he was vetted by an Archangel, he literally carries an Angel in his sword, and his home and family have angelic protections; Uriel was literally looking out for Molly by his own admission when Nemesis came at her. The fact that you are trying to compare Daniel to him boggles my mind.
He is our brother, not our subject.
We dont have the ability to command him to "train till it sticks" without using the same Exalt-specific Excellencies that you are just complaining deprives him of agency. And we would come into conflict with our family and friends doing so
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One thing that might be worth nothing in regards to this, Lydia has a distinctly premodern sense of adulthood and when it might begin. And by that I do not just mean she moves the line lower in her head, she thinks of adulthood as something you have to achieve, be it by something as simple as being declared adequate in a craft or inheriting and working land or as exotic as killing the local dragon and taking over the kingdom. She is getting better at pretending to be a modern teenager, but her core values, her intimacies were shaped by a being that was old when the Celts came bronze spear in hand out of the eastern plains into the forests and vales.
This is who Daniel has been spending a lot of his time over the last few months.
Long term a social exalted will be able to convince anybody of anything. Just not counting 1 means an exalted on average wins across 10-20 conversions.
The more reason why we need to have a talk to reset both their expectations.
Before we set off another family explosion after months of repairing our relationships.
While the Carpenters are an atypical family? They arent quite so atypical that either Michael or Charity would look at their 16 year old trying to make those sorts of decisions and go "yeah, cool, no problem". Even Michael's equanimity would be strained by something like that, and Charity has bad memories of being 16 and following someone else into trouble.
When Dresden actively took Molly as an apprentice in the middle of a war, he went to pains to try to keep her out of combat.
And even the crotchety old wizards of the White Council generally considered teens to not be adults. I think Dresden was explicitly the youngest wizard there as of Summer Knight, and he was mid-20s, and had only been a wizard since he was around 19-20.
I mean, even Lydia's father kept Lydia out of the family business until he had no choice because he had to sleep.
So I suspect that what Lydia's assumptions are might not exactly line up with her fathers intent was to convy.
Like many teenagers, what they are told and what they hear are two different things
I don't think Molly gets that accurate a read on her own future powers.
Also, I'm pretty sure Mab's gift wouldn't really help him.
It's basically locked to helpless children, if he gets even a little taste of power it won't activate for him:
Instead we should learn Harry's SOP field potion and just get him to carry one around that we refresh on a weekly basis.
Bob is pretty explicit about it, and while he isn't always right what he said conformed to what we know of the general rules and to what we see in the setting details specifically.
Mac is something different, but it's not clear what his whole deal is.
If you're going to make assertions like this I think you need stronger evidence countermanding the stuff explicitly stated than appealing to the idea Bob was wrong in a way that's convenient for your purposes.
Also, not to put too fine a point on it, agency and ability aren't the same thing.
If you're a double amputee you're no less of a person than you ever were, but you're probably not as good at physically demanding tasks anymore.
If my brother lost an arm and leg and then asked me to help him make it to the Paralympics I'd do what I could to support his training. If he came to me asking for assistance loopholing his way into the infantry I'd try to talk him into doing something else.
He can make his choices, but that doesn't mean they're all good ones or that supporting him equates to enabling whatever he thinks he wants to do right now. Nor is standing aside if we think he's making a mistake.
Not that we should physically restrain him, but no one seriously expects their friends and family to watch in stoic silence while they screw up for the sake of respecting their agency.
There is a line, but part of having family and close relationships in general is that they'll have some level of involvement in your decision making process. If we come to the conclusion that he can't be reasonably safe doing this making a good faith argument to him about it wouldn't be immoral or unfair.
I'm still going back and forth on empowering him, but I think the idea that we need to do the equivalent of building him Iron Man's power armor or setting him up with tutoring from Batman to avoid denying his agency is ridiculous.
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I forgot that part. Thanks for the reminder.
I forgot that part. Thanks for the reminder.
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[X] Try to persuade him to stay off the radar of the unseen world, it is too dangerous especially given who your father is and what you are
Stay off the radar for now, Daniel. Right now is the best time for you to go off somewhere and have a Shonen training montage, not for you to try and jump into the middle of the latest major supernatural kerfuffle that'll end with Molly killing an immortal or ten.
Stay off the radar for now, Daniel. Right now is the best time for you to go off somewhere and have a Shonen training montage, not for you to try and jump into the middle of the latest major supernatural kerfuffle that'll end with Molly killing an immortal or ten.
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IDK that seems a little too domineering coming from his barely older sister. I'm sure ridiculous dice pools help but going from "older sister I saw pick her nose (or something similarly embarassing) to combo boss and drill sergeant is ehh.
[x] Invite Daniel to take a trip in your world you need some help exploring the place.
Bob is explicit about matters of faith and the divine not being in his jurisdiction.
I frowned, and tore the bits of paper into smaller bits. "Badass enough to manage that curse?"
"There's no question that they'd have the skill. Maybe enough that they wouldn't need as big a power source."
"Great," I said, and rubbed at my eyes. "All right, then. Big-leaguers all around. I want you to track down the Shroud."
"No can do," Bob said.
"Give me a break. How many pieces of two-thousand-year-old linen are in town?"
"That's not the point, Harry. The Shroud is -" Bob seemed to struggle to find words. "It doesn't exist on the same wavelength as me. It's out of my jurisdiction."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm a spirit of intellect, Harry. Of reason, logic. The Shroud isn't about logic. It's an artifact of faith."
"What?" I demanded. "That doesn't make any sense."
"You don't know everything, Harry," Bob said. "You don't even know a lot. I can't touch this. I can't come anywhere near it. And if I even try, I'll be crossing boundaries I shouldn't. I'm not going up against angels, Dresden, Fallen, or otherwise."
I sighed, and lifted my hands. "Fine, fine. Is there someone I can talk to?"
Bob was quiet for a moment before he said, "Maybe. Ulsharavas."
"Ulsha- who?"
"Ulsharavas. She's an ally of the loa, an oracle spirit. There's details about halfway through your copy of Dumont's Guide to Divinationators."
"How are her prices?"
"Reasonable," Bob said. "You've got everything you need for the calling. She isn't usually malicious."
"Isn't usually?"
"The loa are basically good guys, but they all have their darker aspects, too. Ulsharavas is a pretty gentle guide, but she's been harsh before. Don't let your guard down."
"I won't," I said, and frowned. "One more thing. Swing by Marcone's place and see if there's anything interesting there. You don't have to go all David Niven; just take a look around."
"You think Marcone's involved in this one?"
"His thugs already took a poke at me. I might as well find out whatever I can. I give you permission to leave in pursuit of that information, Bob. Get back before dawn. Oh, do we still have that recipe for the antivenom to vampire spit?"
A cloud of orange lights flowed out of the skull, across the table, and then up the stairs. Bob's voice, oddly modulated, floated back to me. "Red notebook. Don't forget to light the wardflame while I'm gone."
"There's no question that they'd have the skill. Maybe enough that they wouldn't need as big a power source."
"Great," I said, and rubbed at my eyes. "All right, then. Big-leaguers all around. I want you to track down the Shroud."
"No can do," Bob said.
"Give me a break. How many pieces of two-thousand-year-old linen are in town?"
"That's not the point, Harry. The Shroud is -" Bob seemed to struggle to find words. "It doesn't exist on the same wavelength as me. It's out of my jurisdiction."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm a spirit of intellect, Harry. Of reason, logic. The Shroud isn't about logic. It's an artifact of faith."
"What?" I demanded. "That doesn't make any sense."
"You don't know everything, Harry," Bob said. "You don't even know a lot. I can't touch this. I can't come anywhere near it. And if I even try, I'll be crossing boundaries I shouldn't. I'm not going up against angels, Dresden, Fallen, or otherwise."
I sighed, and lifted my hands. "Fine, fine. Is there someone I can talk to?"
Bob was quiet for a moment before he said, "Maybe. Ulsharavas."
"Ulsha- who?"
"Ulsharavas. She's an ally of the loa, an oracle spirit. There's details about halfway through your copy of Dumont's Guide to Divinationators."
"How are her prices?"
"Reasonable," Bob said. "You've got everything you need for the calling. She isn't usually malicious."
"Isn't usually?"
"The loa are basically good guys, but they all have their darker aspects, too. Ulsharavas is a pretty gentle guide, but she's been harsh before. Don't let your guard down."
"I won't," I said, and frowned. "One more thing. Swing by Marcone's place and see if there's anything interesting there. You don't have to go all David Niven; just take a look around."
"You think Marcone's involved in this one?"
"His thugs already took a poke at me. I might as well find out whatever I can. I give you permission to leave in pursuit of that information, Bob. Get back before dawn. Oh, do we still have that recipe for the antivenom to vampire spit?"
A cloud of orange lights flowed out of the skull, across the table, and then up the stairs. Bob's voice, oddly modulated, floated back to me. "Red notebook. Don't forget to light the wardflame while I'm gone."
A slow smile stretched my lips back from my teeth.
Mortals had the short end of the stick on almost any supernatural confrontation. Even most wizards, with their access to terrific forces, had to approach conflicts carefully—relatively few of us had the talents that lent themselves to brawling. But mortals had everyone else beat on exactly one thing: the freedom to choose. Free will.
It had taken me a while to begin to understand it, but it had eventually sunk into my thick skull. I couldn't arm wrestle an ogre, even with the mantle. I couldn't have won a magical duel with Mab or Titania—probably not even against Maeve or Lily. I couldn't outrun one of the Sidhe.
But I could defy absolutely anyone.
I could lift my will against that of anything, and know that the fight might be lopsided, but never hopeless. And by thunder, I was not going to allow anyone's will to stretch me out on the floor like a lamb for slaughter.
I stopped pressing at my bindings with my limbs and started using my mind instead. I didn't try to push them away, or break them, or slip free of them. I simply willed them not to be. I envisioned what my limbs would feel like coming free, and focused on that reality, summoning up my total concentration on that goal, that ideal, that fact.
And then I crossed my fingers and reached into me, into the place where a covert archangel had granted me access to one of the primal forces of the universe, an energy called soulfire. I had no idea how it might interact with the Winter Knight's mantle on an ongoing basis. I mean, it had worked out once before, but that didn't mean that it would keep working out. I felt certain that I was pretty much swallowing bottles of nitroglycerin, then jumping up and down to see what would happen, but at this point I had little to lose. I gathered up soulfire, used it to infuse my raw will, and cast the resulting compound against my bonds.
Soulfire, according to Bob, is one of the fundamental forces of the universe, the original power of creation. It isn't meant for mortals. We get it by slicing off a bit of our soul, our life energy, and converting it into something else.
Bob is brilliant, but there are some things that he just doesn't get. His definition was a good place to get started, but it was also something that was perhaps too comfortably quantifiable. The soul isn't something you can weigh and measure. It's more than just one thing. Because soulfire interacts with souls in a way that I'm not sure anyone understands, it stands to reason that soulfire isn't just one thing, either.
And in this case, in this moment, I somehow knew exactly what the soulfire did. It converted me, my core, everything that made me who I was, into energy, into light. When I turned my joined will and the blazing core of my being together, I wasn't supercharging a magical spell. I wasn't cleverly finding a weak point in an enchantment. I wasn't using my knowledge of magic to exploit what my enemy was doing.
I was casting everything I had done, everything I believed, everything I had chosen—everything I was—against the will of an ancient being of darkness, terror, and malice, a fundamental power of the world.
And the bonds and the will of Mother Winter could not constrain me.
Mortals had the short end of the stick on almost any supernatural confrontation. Even most wizards, with their access to terrific forces, had to approach conflicts carefully—relatively few of us had the talents that lent themselves to brawling. But mortals had everyone else beat on exactly one thing: the freedom to choose. Free will.
It had taken me a while to begin to understand it, but it had eventually sunk into my thick skull. I couldn't arm wrestle an ogre, even with the mantle. I couldn't have won a magical duel with Mab or Titania—probably not even against Maeve or Lily. I couldn't outrun one of the Sidhe.
But I could defy absolutely anyone.
I could lift my will against that of anything, and know that the fight might be lopsided, but never hopeless. And by thunder, I was not going to allow anyone's will to stretch me out on the floor like a lamb for slaughter.
I stopped pressing at my bindings with my limbs and started using my mind instead. I didn't try to push them away, or break them, or slip free of them. I simply willed them not to be. I envisioned what my limbs would feel like coming free, and focused on that reality, summoning up my total concentration on that goal, that ideal, that fact.
And then I crossed my fingers and reached into me, into the place where a covert archangel had granted me access to one of the primal forces of the universe, an energy called soulfire. I had no idea how it might interact with the Winter Knight's mantle on an ongoing basis. I mean, it had worked out once before, but that didn't mean that it would keep working out. I felt certain that I was pretty much swallowing bottles of nitroglycerin, then jumping up and down to see what would happen, but at this point I had little to lose. I gathered up soulfire, used it to infuse my raw will, and cast the resulting compound against my bonds.
Soulfire, according to Bob, is one of the fundamental forces of the universe, the original power of creation. It isn't meant for mortals. We get it by slicing off a bit of our soul, our life energy, and converting it into something else.
Bob is brilliant, but there are some things that he just doesn't get. His definition was a good place to get started, but it was also something that was perhaps too comfortably quantifiable. The soul isn't something you can weigh and measure. It's more than just one thing. Because soulfire interacts with souls in a way that I'm not sure anyone understands, it stands to reason that soulfire isn't just one thing, either.
And in this case, in this moment, I somehow knew exactly what the soulfire did. It converted me, my core, everything that made me who I was, into energy, into light. When I turned my joined will and the blazing core of my being together, I wasn't supercharging a magical spell. I wasn't cleverly finding a weak point in an enchantment. I wasn't using my knowledge of magic to exploit what my enemy was doing.
I was casting everything I had done, everything I believed, everything I had chosen—everything I was—against the will of an ancient being of darkness, terror, and malice, a fundamental power of the world.
And the bonds and the will of Mother Winter could not constrain me.
I trust this is sufficient evidence to make my point?
Because thats what I recall off the top of my head, because most angels are very much matters of faith and the divine.
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That doesn't really cover that literally only one of our enemies came here strictly for us. We have plenty of enemies I don't know why shit has to be so slow paced in actual time. Like a couple months without an incident makes sense. But we are basically working on Buffy time tables of not quite but pretty close to weekly villains.
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Hahaha oh man I am now taken back to the time I took a Cultural Anthropology class and we went over a bunch of "rites of passage" from all across the world which tended to devolve into "show how tough you are."
Two of them came distinctly for you (one through deception, but that is why it was there), several more you sought out
On the topic of exploding the FCF, it might be interesting to get the rest of the family involved.
Daniel wants training, but that's not the only thing to be found there and things should be safe as long as we don't deliberately go somewhere dangerous.
Mixing family time and exploring the courts would make it easier to get the AP together for it and be very interesting in it of itself.
No, not really.
You demonstrated that Bob isn't perfect and doesn't know everything, but not that he was wrong about this. It's not like we're talking about deep secrets of the divine here, this is fundamental spiritual biology.
Bob is the exposition faerie, he's not always right but his Snapple facts for the setting aren't usually catastrophically incorrect either.
Note that even in the soulfire example he was incomplete rather than wholly wrong. Soulfire is the power of creation and Harry does use up something of his soul to apply it. He just didn't see all of the nuance of what that means and how it works.
Everything we see about angels on the broader scale implies that Bob's description is probably correct even if it isn't complete.
For my part I think you need to actually prove your point to prove your point, not append maybes to the sources we currently have.
Three actually.
The Will/Eiko. The lesser Walker. Broken Seeker.
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Maybe things will be quieter now. I think that at this point we have cleared up or come to a accomodation with every player in Chicago besides Marcone and Summer.
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1) Note that Molly only gets five days a month in Sanctuary.
So while we definitely need to organize a family outing one of these days, its not really something that we can spend unlimited time on. And I dont really think its possible to combine training time and a family visit.
2) I dont think its been demonstrated that Daniel wants training.
Molly has been seeing Brother Devisimar for the last six months for training, and he knows this.
His father and mother are both weapon adepts.
If he wanted physical training or weapons training, he'd already have gotten it.
The quote I provided states that he's explicit about being sketchy about stuff that verges on matters of faith, which I think most ppl will concede involves angels.
We'll have to agree to disagree I guess.
Because I'd have to go to more trouble than Im willing to go to atm to look through the books and WoGs for additional supporting evidence to that effect.
Nope.
Chicago is not the entirety of the world. The fire is just getting warm.
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True, I was only counting bosses, but the spy was there for you as well.
Good night guys, see you tomorrow with family time.
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I'm fairly sure it's actually more than 5 days we just have a limit of how many in a row.