[X]STUNT: You weigh your words before you speak, Harry a reassuring presence beside you. "In Chicago, she went by the name Sandra Marling, and she's essentially a Lovecraftian cultist." You keep your tone dispassionate, even as you take the pause to retract your shield to choose your next words carefully. "She is an example of why the White Council will lethally sanction mortal magic users who break the Seventh Law." You meet Arlene's eyes, still aglow with the power of her patron, then pause for Little Tommy to put away the empty gun he hadnt realized he was still holding before you continue. "Seven months ago a failed plot of hers caused the Splattercon horror convention Incident in Chicago. As far as we can tell, she's been in Vegas for several months now, and messages to the Dragon have not been answered."
-[X] Stunt: You focus wholly on Tommy, ignoring the opulent surroundings, the sight of Arlene still wreathed in wisps of her goddess' power, and a glowering Harry all but crackling with outrage at Sandra's gross abuse of magic. This would normally be the point where you leaned heavily into your power, expending Essence for maximum effect, but now is not the time for that. Who knows what challenges you might face in the coming hours? Instead, you rely on the unvarnished truth and the potential impact of existential dread.
-[X] "She is a servant of the Outsiders, beings which exist beyond the boundaries of Creation itself, and they are the enemies of everything, for it is their desire to destroy reality as a know it. There is no taboo they will not violate in their relentless mission. Manipulating the minds of mortals is among the least of their machinations."