Threading the Needle
22st of July 2006 A.D.
"Wait..." you trail off, unsure how to ask this. Bob doesn't seem to be a formal sort of spirit, but somehow joking around does not seem fitting either, fun as it has been to tease Harry. "Bob, you were struggling to remember right now weren't you, that's... someone did that to you didn't they?" And now the bit you are worried about, he was struggling to remember necromancy. "Is that part of you still around with all those pierces dark and struggling to remember what you know."
This time Bob does not speak at once, but kind o sizes you up and not in the way he had done at first meeting: "You know sphinxes would hate you with all this guessing. To answer the question, no, someone did not do this to me. I did it, I did not want to remember that part of my... life I guess, it's not technically true, but I still feel that you fleshy sorts are being a bit presumptuous claiming the word." The humor feels forced and his eyes do not glimmer.
He'd done it to himself... Sometimes, not often, but sometimes you wish you did not understand as much as you do now. You cannot even imagine how desperate he must have been for peace to have done that to himself. A spirit of intellect cutting off a part of its mind would be like a bird tearing off one of its wings.
"He might still be around, there's about a hundred years of... memories, thoughts, emotions, of twisting " Bob explains, grasping for words. "If you meet him try to fight him on this side of the veil and don't try to get fancy.
That would be the time to conjure a firestorm boss."
Harry nods, he looks troubled, but not surprised. "I'll take care of it," he promises
On your way up the stairs he explains what he knows about what he calls 'Evil Bob', though you doubt his former mater Kemmler himself calls him that. The dark alter ego had apparently managed to entrance and almost kill Harry when he had commanded Bob to remember, though later by the use of his name and the bond between them Harry had been able to get Bob back to his senses.
No wonder Bob had wanted to be rid of the thing, if an invocation of Name suppressed it then it was basically its own thing already, like a parasite growing inside him.
"So that's all I know, didn't even know Bob had cut his evil side out until now, just thought it was locked away after..." As the trap door creeks open Harry suddenly stops, eyes widening. "Stars and Stones."
"What?" you ask urgently
"The dead man, the one that was with Katrina, I thought it might be one of the Black Cort, an old one that can bear the sun, but I just thought of what else it could be, Evil Bob in a zombie suit."
"Could he he used as a sacrifice?" you ask with a tinge of unease at how easily your mind had gone there, but only a twinge. "The thing tried to kill you!" you exclaim as much to those doubts as to the ones you can see writ on Harry's face.
Though Harry does not look entirely convinced he answers. "I don't think so, spirits are not alive or dead, they either are or they are not."
"Well OK, then let's see what Gard and Lydia think about all this..."
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As it happens Gard mostly thinks this is a headache she didn't ask for, though she seems almost philosophical about it. She mutters something in Ye Olde Norse that sounds less like a curse and more like acknowledging some truth of the world. You'd ask her that she means but Lydia...is not doing well.
As soon as she hears the name Mab she freezes, then as you start to explain what you had guessed about both how Arwan had come to his state and what Katrina was planning her breath goes shallow as she looks around the living room. From the sheer terror in her eyes you would not be surprised to know she is about to throw herself at the door or a convenient window.
You're not the only one to notice. Mouse wraps himself around her ankles as she starts to rise, almost tripping her in the most fluffy of ways only to turn his head with an innocent look. 'Who me? I could not possibility be trying to keep someone from doing something silly?' the expression seems to say.
"I have to... I have to go..." she falls silent looking between you and Harry. "You're not going to sell out dad to Queen Mab are you?"
"Mab isn't paying me anything so I can hardly sell anyone," Harry tries to make light of the situation. "What do you know about Mab?"
"The bits you just said, about how my father used to serve her though not from love, but then by the wisdom of Kemmler he escaped her, that she hunts him ever since. The Grey Heir told me, told me what to look for in the library to confirm it, that is why I trusted her, if someone's former master helped my dad get out of durance vile than they must have been trustworthy."
"So just to be clear you do not want the mantle?" Gard asks, rubbing her temples.
"I don't want my dad to
die and to have to bargain for his life with the queen of the wicked fairies!" For the first time since you got here Lydia raises her voice.
Far from being upset at the show of anger Gard looks... satisfied.
Had she been trying to get a rise out of Lydia? Why?
"Well your father has made some questionable decisions, I cannot say I do not understand them, but understanding does not cut the knot. Mab must have her hunter of the dead, now more than ever, but he need not die as you two guessed..." she motions towards you and Harry. "And it does not have to be you. Ankou there are more than one, those who passed into the hands of Winter long ago. Summon and bind one of those and they should be a fair enough match for the Blackened Mantle as you guessed the mind of the Queen of Air and Darkness."
Between you and Harry you had decided that the best way to hide that the Crown could divine Mab's intent was to call it a guess, true Gard would be free to assume that Harry had attempted to summon spirits and contacts, you had certainly been down in the laboratory long enough for both, but the lie that is not explicitly spoken cannot be picked apart. 'Detective work is just a series of educated guesses,' Harry has said, a little flippantly.
He is not looking flippant right now, if anything he looks weary, circles around his eyes and stubble well on its way to being more fifty hour shadow than five o'clock shadow. "We need to find them..."
Who do you scry?
[] Arwan using a keepsake he gave Lydia, it might give you another powerful ally, or if he has been caught the location of the ritual sight... but Harry would have to either break his word, or you would have to incapacitate him before he could speak Mab's name calling her
-[] Write in plan
[] Evil Bob, if Harry's guess is right he's with Katrina, but how do you explain Evil Bob and the connection you have to scry him without revealing Bob
-[] Write in plan
[] Mathews, he is either close to Katrina or he has answers, but you would need to travel all the way to his home and break in to find a focus
-[] Write in plan
[] Write in
OOC: I did not even roll for anyone guessing about the intellectus because it is too fantastical for anyone to even come close to ther truth on such sparse evidence and since you just came out of a wizard's laboratory you are not even the focus of attention.