Calling Friends and Pinging Foes
13th of January 2007 A.D.
Taking stock of your circumstances you find them unpleasant in detail —being at the site of a terrorist attack with merge gas surrounded by witnesses and the halo of your own eye-studded aura— and in general —having to untangle the aftermath to the satisfaction of first responders with some very pointed questions. "We've got to get out of this, we've got to stop playing this game..." Drawing close to Slik you lean down and whisper: "I'm sorry, I know this is a mess, but we need to look after the one who organized this. Hopefully the people coming in are going to be a bit clued in."
She nods, only the slight quickening of her breath showing the strain beneath the unnatural calm.
It's a spell, up close it's easier to recognize, an enchantment aimed inwards at herself to make herself become what her interlocutor wants or needs and right now what everyone in this room needs her to be is calm and collected.
As you pass by Harry you whisper to him as well: "Search them for anything useful..."
"This is a crime scene Molly," he says back, in like tone though with an edge of annoyance under it and you would guess no small amount of strain for keeping up the air shield. "The cops are going to want to know where that stuff is."
"I'm going to have a talk with their bosses," you counter reasonably, throttling the impulse to reach beyond more polished words, more convincing arguments.
I'm going to need those motes in a bit
"And how sure are you of that on a scale of
twenty to life?" he presses.
"Fine," you sigh and step away to make a call to Von Trier: "Gonna need EOD to enter and decontaminate the premises, and maybe a evacuation of the neighborhood, but no one's dead. We are going to have to go, otherwise whoever comes in there is going to have to deal with a halo of eyes and a wizard's wind wall just to start with."
"Understood," there is at least a day's worth of sighs in that word, but her frustration does not seem to be aimed at you.
"There's ten witnesses including the owner of the club who is clued in, she's a sorceress and three perps on the premises: one of them's unconscious, the other two appear to be in shock. No idea if they are in their right mind or enthralled..."
"Irrelevant," she cuts in coolly. "Ms Carpenter it speaks well of you to want to make the distinction, but no court in the land if going to allow for the mitigating circumstance of
witchcraft. Quite frankly given the sheer difficulty of removing even the most amateurish of binding magics, which one would assume these are not, the point is moot to begin with."
Though your first impulse is to mention Arlene you are keenly aware she does not want the eye of the federal government in any incarnation. Could Tiffany unwind mind magics as the price of a pact? Maybe, probably, but that would raise questions she most likely does
not want to asked.
The entire southwestern US and large parts of Mexico could turn into the Sahara 2.0, you remind yourself.
As unfair as this might be to the handful of people who just like me may have fallen in Sandra's trap I cannot put them above the lives of millions. In that regard you're not like your father, but you can live with it.
"OK, just keep a lid on this and keep an eye on other things that may need lids. I'm not always going to have the chance to call ahead."
"Understood. Fare thee well and fortune favor you," Von Trier answers and with that.
Holding Clippy in front of your face you ask her to show you Sandra and with one final look at the face of your foe you ask:
"Where is she now?"
At the foot of the Dragon's bed waiting for her plans to unfold above.
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 8/15
"What the fuck...?"
"Should one be skilled enough in arts of trickery Majesty the closer one is to one's foes the farther one is from harm," Usum points out, the voice of long experience speaking.
"Did... did you just quote the Two Towers?" you ask shaking your head slowly.
"Not with intent, but I must admit it was a fair cinematographic attempt, for all it s flawed philosophy," he answers with a courtier's honeyed tongue. Still demonic opinions of Tolkien and/or Peter Jackson it does make a kind of sense, the Dragon is the anchor point, the weak point of the Sin Eater and the Sin Eater is the one holding back the Gate. Simply killing him wouldn't do it, but access to an unconscious victim, one who cannot defend itself would be so much more, so much worse.
The question now is if she had tricked the Reds or suborned them? Would they fight to protect her?
What do you do?
[] Ask more questions
-[] Write in
[] Head out to deal with the Red Court
-[] Diplomatically, try to explain who they have in their midst
-[] Violently, the city could use less of them regardless
-[] Stealthily, Try to sneak in
[] Write in
OOC: Since I know you guys are going to ask, just knowing where Sandra is does not constitute enough of a secret for Essence regeneration, you need more of her plan.