A Helping Hand
9th of July 2006 A.D.
Ebeneezer McCoy had been Harry's teacher and he had as far as you have been able to see of the two of them a good teacher, he was
awesome against those Red Court vampires as well. You want to trust him, you
did trust him already by showing off your very-much-not-a-Jedi green fire sword and explaining you broke the Laws before becoming... this. But do you trust him as much as you do Harry?
Not really, you have to admit. He wan't there in Arctis Tor and he had not offered a soulgaze and took the risk of one, maybe your standards are too high, but like dad said you cannot
unsay a secret.
"I... er... think it's best to keep this between us for now." The word are barely out of your mouth and already you feel guilty for putting your own safety ahead of fighting the bad guys. Not to mention: "I just keep giving you work don't I?" you ask Harry sheepishly.
He shakes his head and manages s tired smile. "Don't worry about it, I'm just starting to learn how Murphy must feel about me." The way he says her name sounds like more than professional courtesy.
Jealousy isn't an attractive feeling Molly, you remind yourself forcefully. They are obviously not together anyway, but they
are close enough that the detective helped save your clueless, careless ass from evil fairies and you should respect that.
"Well if you need any help don't hesitate to ask OK?" you reply instead. "I can't just use one of the names to ask more questions, but if you get something more solid I can take a look at I can keep going. Oh and if you need some backup to fight Nazis I'm your girl."
Dad clears his throat to remind you that you are grounded probably, which you studiously ignore. He can come along too, you're sure it will be fun and if Harry should call when he us out... well you are really hard to keep locked up.
As Mouse goes into the bedroom to give the monks the all clear dad asks Harry if he can handle Gorfel. "Oh yeah, any hint of someone messing with important bones in Chicago is enough that I can call it in with the rest of the Wardens. They're easier to get a hold of than Ebeneezer was or they should be..."
You grimace at the reminder that there is a war going on... on top of everything else. "We should probably get going dad, the er... brothers," you are not sure if that is the proper name for Nepalese Lamas, but they do not seem to mind, so you carry on. "Still need to get to the airport and then mom will be worried..."
"The bones shall fly back to Nepal on wings of iron and thence my brothers too shall go, but my path is still in this city," Brother Divsimar speaks up unexpectedly. "Much did the thieves take from us and of that much was scattered by the wings of war and taken by the victors into their own lands. I will do more good here keeping up the search I now see..."
"
Now?" your dad asks, and there is a weight of things not said in the word.
He sighs. "I did not wish to say this yet, but I forgot how clearly the eyes of one who walks in light might be. I have never seen one wielding such impure in power and pure in purpose as your daughter. It is not contradiction..." for the first time since you met him he struggles for the word. "Paradox yes, but what seems paradox to those under the veil of illusion is merely a deeper truth shining through."
"You want to make sure I'm not a trans-continental danger?" You really,
really wish you could assure him that you are not, but when it comes just to power.
"I wish to offer what aid I may along your path young one, for it seems to me that you are more mortal than
shen, though with a mighty power in your hands." He shakes his head. "I did not wish to make the offer so bluntly and so soon for wisdom is sought and not pressed upon another, but secret kept in the face of a question would have done even more harm."
That is better than what you had thought... though admittedly he does not deny seeing you as a danger. He might even see you as a means to get the rest of the bones without having to pay off gangsters.
Do I even mind? you ask yourself. You had wanted yo learn magic from Harry, but mom is likely to freak up less with Brother Divsimar and you could even say it's just martial arts, technically it would even be true.
"Thank you for your kind offer, I shall consider it," you reply carefully Probably going to have to wait to get un-grounded at least before broaching the topic.
***
"Darn," you sigh looking down at the mess of fabric and improvised dyes. Your attempts to fix your dress, even with all the tools of the Wicked City and all the insights of power are... good enough to walk outside in, but alas nowhere near good enough to pass mom muster. Well you did try as much as humanely possible.
And beyond, Usum assures you.
Lost 2 Essence
The same black sedan takes you to the airport and you wave the two young monks and their holy package off.
You hope they have papers for it somehow or security is going to look at them real funny.
Snagging a ice cream from one of the shops on the way out you turn to your dad turn to your dad. "So about this whole magical world..."
"What do you want to know Molly?" He had gotten himself the biggest sized coffee to last him through the talk
Choose three
[] Magic and what he has seen of it
[] The Church and and those in the know within it
[] How he became a knight
[] The Winter Court and Queen Mab, you think you have made an enemy
[] The local supernatural scene
[] The broader supernatural scene and how diplomacy between the factions works
[] The Denarians, you know a bit, but something tells you you are going to need a lot more understanding of them soon
[] You take a deep breath... Why is mom afraid of magic ? Tell him what you guessed
[] Write in
OOC: I have to run now. Rolls after I get back.