Looking Back in Shades of Black
14th of February 2007 A.D.
Truth be told you are not all of one mind about the mirror, there's a part of you that hesitates at tossing them into Sanctuary like a dragon gathering baubles to be studied and picked over by sages and engineseers, but at the same time the spirits in the mirror have been touched by evil, a tarnishing seen even with the naked eye. The mirror sees most clearly those who the bearer hates so for the Fallen all the world is in sharp relief, but for a mortal practitioner it would be most useful keeping an eye on enemies and those who mean them harm. There's plenty of the latter out there unfortunately, but still the question turns this way and that as you return to the tunnels under Chicago, until you just turn to ask: "Dad, what do the Fallen do if you steal their stuff? This is like if we stole a webcam off her?"
"You're thinking of leaving it here?" He gives a professional kind of nod to the
very weary figure of Augustus FitzClarance.
"Thinking of giving it to Olivia, her mind's already honed to far-sight, being able to extend that reach would allow her to stay safer while doing more, but not if it's likely to put her on a list."
He doesn't say anything for a moment, just looks back at you sadly. "Everyone you know is already on a list sweetheart, everyone you care about doubly so. No mortal man can truly know
their mind, but if you want my guess the reason they haven't moved already is that Nicodemus hasn't settled on how to approach you and his Fallen is... respectful you could say about his process, likes to play at it at least."
"That doesn't answer my question about the one who left this mirror," you point out.
"There's a better person to ask about that."
***
So you do, though it takes a while to get to Caer Sindi again you catch your one hour of sleep on the boat so really it's all upsides.
"If the girl gets hurt as a consequence of you handing her the mirror would you feel bad about it." Tiffany pauses barely long enough for you to nod. "Then if that happens she'll lie and say it played a part, or was the whole reason, whatever she thinks you will believe and will cause the maximum amount of distraction."
"You mean suffering," Lydia points out. She had insisted on coming along when she'd noticed how worried you were. Presently she's petting one of the hounds who had chosen to stay behind, the spirit still unsure of what to make of her friendly demeanor in spite of their rejection, but more willing to lean in.
"That too," Tiffany nods "If you want
my advice give her all the tools you can. Tall poppies get the blade and she's risen quite high indeed."
"What do you make of the rest of it, the island, the priest..."
"I don't," she cuts you off with uncharacteristic bluntness. "I don't make anything of it at all, not the faintest ring of the farthest bell, which by process of elimination means it is
very important and you should watch your step." She looks away for a moment, long enough that you're sure she's done before adding. "I know I'm the best healer you know, if you want me to come along to help I will, though not without some concern that I'll be the
reason you need a healer."
"I think we're fine just the six of us." Though as it turns out six might be seven.
***
"It's got a certain ambiance you have to admit?" Olivia's dressing table is the kind of minimalist white with just the slightest bend to the legs in the direction of elegance, futurism by way of IKEA, literally. Set in the midst of that now is a mirror of tarnished silver, its frame carved in the ravens' wings the face of the glass itself so black it shimmers with false colors like the patina atop an oil slick. Without words it asks the mistress of the household what she would see.
Your friend thinks about it for a while then brushes her hand against the glass. "My father, Rahul Deol."
Where her fingers had been the image of a thinning balding middle aged man sporting a very impressive handlebar mustache spins into being worryingly clear and sharp and crisp.
Olivia gains Blackglass
Once accepted by the spirits within the user may pay 1 Temporary Willpower or take on 1 Level of Bashing Damage to perform any of the following:
- Scry on any being to which they have an arcane link at least as strong as their True Name within a range of Path Rating*4 or Arette*6 hundreds of miles so long as they are on the same plane of existence
- Remotely scry on the mirror as a focus from any range so long as they are on the same plane of existence
- One's immediate surroundings within Path Rating*4 or Arette*6 hundreds of feet so long as they are on the same plane of existence
Should the base means of clairvoyance require the expenditure of any resources this instrument also requires it. The user and all others observing the image may add +1-3 dice to all perception rolls performed with the aid of the mirror proportional to any negative intimacy the user has towards the target.
She sighs. "Here I was hoping there's some kind of ward, anything, just a
hint on where else to look."
"I'm..." you start, but she's already shaking her head.
"It's nothing... thanks for the new friends, even if they aren't very talkative." The mirror gives a faint all pervasive vibration in the air, as though the room was filled with invisible bees. "In English, I meant in English. Can I come to the magic jail?
Ooff, that sounds weird, but I figured the spirit of that island would know where one might find the being at the end of my family tree and what it could mean that someone bound part of my power."
What does Molly think?
[] Sure Olivia can handle herself
[] No, you already have too many people coming, you can just do the asking yourself
[] Write in
OOC: For the record that looked like a +1 die bonus , not a strong negative intimacy, but still a negative intimacy. The Write In is in case you want to take someone other than the people you took to the Nevernever+Murphy, that is who the six are.