Of Leverage and Patience
25st of February 2007 A.D.
"Harry," you toss him warning look then mime 'I'll handle it'. How well wizards can read lips you can't say, but odds are good not many of them are looking your way, not when Cristos had so thoroughly thrown the cat among the pigeons. As wizard after wizard from nations far and wise rise to their feet to speak for or against the proposal a pattern starts to emerge. First someone from Africa or south Asia will speak up about how the Wardens ignored their problems in favor of grand strategy which lead to being blindsided by the traitors whose hand could now be seen in a variety of local problems.
"When the Great Reservoir at Musawwarat-es-Sufra was tainted arrived late and with little beyond an apprentice's understanding of the celestial implications or the earthly concerns of the region. It was we who had to keep them safe from more. What use are more hands when they know nothing but how to clench into a fist..."
"The bank-run in Lusaka did you think I lied or was a fool when I said it was incited by magic? It was only though great good fortune the rain came..."
"You see, monsoon was directed to do more than cause suffering, it was meant to flood the city and bring pestilence to gain the favor of unclean spirits. If the Wardens had done more than just 'deal' with the vampires they found maybe they could have found the culprit..."
Then they will get support from their neighbors in both seating and geography as well as sympathy from more senior wizards before some warden finally has enough and tries to tell their side of the story. Rightly or wrongly most of them come off as smug or dismissive only for Aleron LaFortier, to calm spirits, often by taking on a measure of the blame for himself the rest of the Senior Council. There's little doubt in your mind the grievances are real, but the way they're spaced out and presented makes you suspect they had been planned ahead of time. For many this probably looks like the best chance to push forward their agenda in the council, to get back some of the safety line then had against local threats before the war started. Your adventures in the jungle is quickly becomes clear, had not escaped scrutiny and now a significant part of the Council is under the impression that the Red Court had been dealt the heavier blow.
In a very real sense this is hardly about Warden Luccio at all, more about what she represents, an old respected wizard often in the Halls with a great many allies here, losing her body and much of her power, but still retaining her captaincy of the Wardens, now fit to keep her seat even longer as the ancient spirit infused a new body. No one quite comes out to say 'falling forward', certainly not Cristos, but it hangs in the air heavy with unspoken recriminations.
But a storm of words, just like one of wind and rain, must have its breaks and one of those you interject yourself into.
"Honored wizards before all else consider that there is at present one wizard who posesses the keenness of magic to even begin this journey and he has never taught another tha skill. The way Harry learned it one should not wish upon one's worst enemy."
The words are sobering as you had hoped, an oblique reminder of the fact that they are still in a war and against more than the Red Court. Carefully, subtely you ask about the state of the worlds on both sides of the veil, of the battles they fought and the foes they faced. It is fascinating in places, worrying in others, especially Martha Liberty's mention of fighting Nazis backed up by Mistfiends and enchanted iron, they certainly hadn't gotten the latter from faerie which is closest to the material world, but most importantly it allows people a chance to cool off and reconsider if now is really the best time to make a stand with the unity of the council so sore tested.
You look up at the Merlin, something tells you he knows what you're doing, he's been very economical with his words allowing question after question. Though lacking the telepathy of your other selves you're sure he got the message: 'This was a delay not a solution, you've got to give them something.'
So it is you witness the first warlocks approach the book, power sweeping all around like water in the crushing depths then as they lay quill to enchanted paper at once bound and set free.
Behind you Harry sighs. "Looks like we really did good."
"Did you doubt it?" you challenge?
"Easy to convince yourself you're doing good when there's something to fight in front of you. The real challenge is making something better."
"I'm gonna guess you didn't steal that one from Yoda, sounds too much like English," you joke, glad to see his expression lighten not just from the worries of the meeting, but older troubles that a young Harry Dresden likely never thought he'd overcome. These men and women will get ta fairer shake than he did under the Doom and better by far than most Lawbreakers.
And I didn't even make any wizard enemies today, you think to yourself then imagine telling Mom that when you get home. Thankfully you had learned not to say stuff like that when you were in second grade. It would be funny for thirty seconds and frustrating for the rest of the day
For the lest three days of the month Molly is going to be spending more time with family. What do you wish to do?
[] Help Dad with tools and ideas
[] Leech is trying to figure out the best way to champion anti-bullying in her school. She has reluctantly struck out 'punch them in the face'
[] Take Hank to the part, it's been a while since you spent time with your littlest brother
[] Write in
OOC: For anyone wondering the reason I did not keep track of Essence in this scene is because it would have been very hard to run yourselves out in this scene.