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Funny thing, this isn't part of Buddhism(which disdains material objects and physical locations other than their role in focus or inspiration), but Taoism.
Well, if you had enough of them and systematically worked the building...
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I'm partially giving some leeway for powers and the like, because I thought that Geomancy seemed like such a neat thing, really, for her to have. So you can assume that her 'paradigm' is that the order of the objects and etc matters in that it helps to focus and inspire others, or whatnot.
With any of them, I'm assuming that you could at least potentially make up a way to fit it into paradigm, even if the flavor-text doesn't fit Buddhism.
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On the Dresden Negaverse side, what do you think this book would be called?
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...I wonder if the Bodhisattva changeling from KCS is around, and what impact meeting them would have on Eva. I can see that either going quite well, or absolutely terribly.
Probably. Its not like the religious practice is centralized, common variants borrow elements from other faiths as a result
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Vote closes sometime tomorrow.
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Vote tally?
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Vote Tally : The Lost Files (C:TL/Dresden Files) (CK2-ish) | Page 37 | Sufficient Velocity
##### NetTally 1.7.0
Task: Arrow
[X] [Arrow] Yes.
No. of Votes: 11
[X] [Arrow] No.
No. of Votes: 1
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Task: Eva Connect
[X] [Eva Connect] Yes.
No. of Votes: 12
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Task: Eva Priority
[X] [Eva Priority] Re-establishing her connection/communion with the Buddha/her religion's figures.
No. of Votes: 10
[X][Eva Priority] Learning of this new style of magic.
No. of Votes: 2
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Task: Eva Work
[X] [Eva Work] No. Keep her out of sight and thus out of the gaze of any who might be looking to see just what Booster has on call.
No. of Votes: 12
Total No. of Voters: 12
Vote Tally : The Lost Files (C:TL/Dresden Files) (CK2-ish) | Page 37 | Sufficient Velocity
##### NetTally 1.7.0
Task: Arrow
[X] [Arrow] Yes.
[X] [Eva Work] No. Keep her out of sight and thus out of the gaze of any who might be looking to see just what Booster has on call.
[X] [Eva Connect] Yes.
[X] [Eva Priority] Re-establishing her connection/communion with the Buddha/her religion's figures.
No. of Votes: 9
[X] [Arrow] Yes.
[X] [Eva Work] No. Keep her out of sight and thus out of the gaze of any who might be looking to see just what Booster has on call.
[X] [Eva Connect] Yes.
[X] Learning of this new style of magic.
No. of Votes: 2
[X] [Arrow] No.
[X] [Eva Work] No. Keep her out of sight and thus out of the gaze of any who might be looking to see just what Booster has on call.
[X] [Eva Connect] Yes.
[X] [Eva Priority] Re-establishing her connection/communion with the Buddha/her religion's figures.
No. of Votes: 1
Total No. of Voters: 12
##### NetTally 1.7.0
Task: Arrow
[X] [Arrow] Yes.
[X] [Eva Work] No. Keep her out of sight and thus out of the gaze of any who might be looking to see just what Booster has on call.
[X] [Eva Connect] Yes.
[X] [Eva Priority] Re-establishing her connection/communion with the Buddha/her religion's figures.
No. of Votes: 9
[X] [Arrow] Yes.
[X] [Eva Work] No. Keep her out of sight and thus out of the gaze of any who might be looking to see just what Booster has on call.
[X] [Eva Connect] Yes.
[X] Learning of this new style of magic.
No. of Votes: 2
[X] [Arrow] No.
[X] [Eva Work] No. Keep her out of sight and thus out of the gaze of any who might be looking to see just what Booster has on call.
[X] [Eva Connect] Yes.
[X] [Eva Priority] Re-establishing her connection/communion with the Buddha/her religion's figures.
No. of Votes: 1
Total No. of Voters: 12
By Task
Vote Tally : The Lost Files (C:TL/Dresden Files) (CK2-ish) | Page 37 | Sufficient Velocity
##### NetTally 1.7.0
Task: Arrow
[X] [Arrow] Yes.
No. of Votes: 11
[X] [Arrow] No.
No. of Votes: 1
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Task: Eva Connect
[X] [Eva Connect] Yes.
No. of Votes: 12
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Task: Eva Priority
[X] [Eva Priority] Re-establishing her connection/communion with the Buddha/her religion's figures.
No. of Votes: 10
[X][Eva Priority] Learning of this new style of magic.
No. of Votes: 2
——————————————————————————————————————————————
Task: Eva Work
[X] [Eva Work] No. Keep her out of sight and thus out of the gaze of any who might be looking to see just what Booster has on call.
No. of Votes: 12
Total No. of Voters: 12
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Update on Monday, probably!
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You know what would be interesting, @veekie .
Remember this post?
Kansas City Shuffle (Changeling: The Lost Quest) | Page 8
It would be interesting for people in this thread (not just you, just calling you out this since this was your post) to start thinking about the advantages other 'splats' (Wizards, Red Court, White Court, etc) might have against Changelings and visa-versa. And there are definitely advantages that Changelings have now over others that didn't exist before, or are put in a different context.
Remember this post?
Kansas City Shuffle (Changeling: The Lost Quest) | Page 8
It would be interesting for people in this thread (not just you, just calling you out this since this was your post) to start thinking about the advantages other 'splats' (Wizards, Red Court, White Court, etc) might have against Changelings and visa-versa. And there are definitely advantages that Changelings have now over others that didn't exist before, or are put in a different context.
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Brief off the top of my head thought:
Wyrd is a really, really out of context thing for everyone in Dresden verse. It's basically a different underlying "system" where actions can be punished or discouraged. DF has something similar with faith and basically all the hearth rules, iirc, and especially with the Summer and Winter courts breaking promises, so it won't be unexpected, but the fact that the rules are even slightly different is going to mess up Wizards pretty often, I'm betting. Also Wyrd is hard to quantify and they can't really test it on their own.
Plus, DF has nothing like Talecrafters, unless I'm really misremembering stuff (well technically Angels and anyone with one of those fancy swords is getting like, passive talecrafting, but it's not the same).
Also as a general ruse, without the cooperation of the changeling in question, finding out what they do is pretty hard. Almost everyone has some unique trait and skillset, and the categories are fuzzy without knowing their durance. (And I really doubt anyone in DF is gonna learn about that any time soon.)
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On the other hand, they do have something similar, the Formor. A collection of mismatched beings with unusual abilities and many will probably mistake them for it, The Changeling Fae also aren't universally barred from lying and that could damage the Dresden Fae's reputation until people know better. Glamour as an easily charged power source is another advantage as opposed to magic's slower recovery
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Update done early. Will update tomorrow. Also, anyone who hasn't voted in KCS and wants to, I'm going to be closing it tomorrow hopefully. Have a fight going on there. Exciting stuff.
Turn 1--Results and News
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Turn 1--Results
One week. One week and the world turned, faster and faster. Events could sometimes unnerve Cora. Not so much their speed, so much as the way they twisted and turned so fast like snakes, threatening to slipping out of her grasp. But she was a master of managing the world, she was a Queen, she had power and she had skill, she had the ability to deal with the fact that while it was always best to take your time, sometimes rushing was required.
The River was quiet, or at least as quiet as it ever got, and that wasn't where the trouble was. "How did the Loyalists gather so quickly, plan so quickly?"
They're sitting in a detective's office, the two of them. She was wearing a dress, something slinky out of the thirties, and King Stoneguts was wearing a bowler. It was fake, a dream, nothing more, but he's real and so was she.
In a dream, you could be anyone and anywhere.
"It's not a conspiracy, at least, no more than anything else is," King Stoneguts said, "I'm sure if they knew they'd be asking about how fast we got together the work of compensating our displaced, helping our fellows re-open the shop. Communities care for each other."
"And Loyalists have their own culture. I know the words, I know the song," Cora sighed, leaning back, sipping the dreamwine, "But it all seems too convenient."
"Oh, of course, but they're dealt with."
"She has a crush on you, you know?"
"Yes," King Stoneguts said with a shrug, standing up. "I can hardly change that."
"Of course not, and why would you?" Cora asked, "It does make me wonder what your plan is there."
"No plans. Don't plan, create resources. Of course, you plan, but that is you. This is me. She's a useful asset. And she knows sorrow, more than one might think. She knows the Ice Law and she knows how to kill. It's enough."
"Our network is on its way to restoration," Cora said, "But I wonder at--"
"What I wonder at is that book of yours. Are you sure you have it in hand? Shit like this, it always has a sting at the end of its tail," King Stoneguts said.
"Mr. White is under good care."
"No chance of him giving himself a new necktie?" King Stoneguts asked, "Or breaking out."
"None," Cora said confidently. "What's your take in the Kings?"
"Well, they ain't getting high on their own supply, that's for sure," King Stoneguts said. "Smart bastards, that's sure. It's a jungle out there, worse than before."
"I suspected so," Cora said, "What about the vampires?"
"You should bring him out--"
"No. I'm not going to turn us in a crusade. Morals get in the way of making decisions, at least this early," Cora pointed out. Right about now, she just wanted to be blunt with it.
"He'll do it on his own," Stoneguts said.
"So he will. That will be on him. I can't control everyone, yet at least. And just like Mayor Booster's plots with those strange incubi, it is a matter I don't want to be directly associated. Maggie, though, she's been quiet."
"You're worried?"
"Frankly, yes. I've heard that there were problems with her job."
"I solved them," King Stonguts said.
"Oh, thank you," Cora said, "I need her willing to take risks, and if she's too tied trying to keep that job of hers…"
Maggie had almost lost her job because of some difference between this timeline and the other, but it had been easily dealt with, when you had the sorts of resources a monarchy would have.
It was easy enough to do, really, but it had taken time and effort that Cora hadn't yet gotten around to expending.
*****
All across the Freehold, jobs were being saved. Or people were being given advice and help and welfare towards getting new jobs, ones that had been lost in the transition. There were people who would have been looking askance at just how many favors Mayor Booster was gaining. The man was gaining power, was positioning himself well. Was doing every single step of his job right.
But why care about that? Cora Graves knew his number, knew the sorts of ways to get at him if he was a threat, and more than that, he wasn't one. He was doing good work in slowly working with the Gardiners, and the fact that a large portion of the Freehold owed him for the aid he'd driven through, the tireless work he'd somehow managed to shoulder…
She didn't punish success.
Cora just watched it closely, made sure to be aware of it.
*****
The rest of the world, of course, was another matter entirely. More specifically, news had begun to filter out of all that had happened. It was sending a buzzing, panic and worry and plans and plots and schemes, roiling through the networks.
Oddly, Thousand Trods is quiet. Asha disappeared for a time, and everyone noted her absence. And yet when she returned, she didn't explain it at all. Cora's agents have gotten nowhere, and even the Oneiromancy she's taught them, even her own perhaps, would not be enough to truly find an answer. Either way, Thousand Trods seems not to have been majorly disturbed, seeing as they continued their economic actions.
Wealth flowed through their hands, just as it did with Marble Arch, but Cora suspected that rather more of it than usual might be squirreled away for this rainy day. This flood, this deluge.
In Bologna, a sister city to St. Louis, the Changelings apparently contact a group who were cued-in to their presence. The spies tell little more than the name: Venatori Umbrorum.
Galway Ireland is racked with a series of loyalists attacks, and yet they are foiled without major losses, other than the disappearance of the heir-apparent of Summer, lost during a fight in the Hedge. Yet, just a day later, she reappears, bearing a spear of a make that has not been seen before. It isn't a Token, and they are examining it even now. It is a way's off, yet Cora was tempted, truly tempted, to make the journey and examine it in person.
All across South America, confrontations between Changelings and Vampires heat up, and from them, on the seventh day since they arrived, Cora gains yet another name: Red Court.
There are dozens of conflicts that Cora hears. Wars and rumors of war, a religious woman might think. But it was expected: this first week would see each Freehold confronted with problems, forced to show what their mettle truly is. Forced to prove themselves up to the task of surviving.
But if there was one thing Changelings were good at, it was surviving.
Of course, then there's Chicago, an interesting sideshow. The Wizard, Dresden, had botched the ambush, accidentally setting off the alarms somehow, and the sprinkler system. Which meant that when he started throwing around the ability to shoot fire without a source--and Cora wondered just how he did that--there wasn't much water left to put it out. The building had burned down, and the wizard hadn't been able to follow them through the portal, cut off by goblins.
But they'd come back for him.
They'd found a half-dozen dead goblins, and a few more trying to drag him out from beneath the burnt-out rubble. His arms were broken, his spine perhaps too. Burns all along his body. It was the sort of damage that should have led to a man spending the rest of his life in intensive care.
And he was awake and cursing the whole time.
But, Changelings do not play by the rules. The Duchy of the Phoenix went all out, called on resources Cora might not have for an unknown element. But they had a good Spring Court healer, and they had more than that. They had goblin fruits. Even with regular healing, it should have taken days to get him up and about.
He awoke whole, if aching all over, and he awoke unmarked, unmarred by the near death, in the arms of his healer. She applied her healing by physical touch, after all.[1]
The Freehold, Cora's spies indicated, has decided to play this off as something they can do, effortless and easily.
But still, Ratty Wilson had gotten away. Except, Dresden said that he could track him, that he knew where he was going, or at least, knew the name of the place in this 'Hedge' (whatever that is) that he'd gone.
And Harry Dresden was apparently willing to go for a second round.
He tracked down Ratty Wilson and fought him to the death over a cliff beneath which there was only jagged rocks and swirling black waters.
They fought, struggled to live, and Harry Dresden walked away. Ratty Wilson was dead, and with him the information.
Of course, they never found a body.
Now the Freehold has granted him is payment, in their usual fashion (lottery tickets) for his service, and granted him one minor boon, to be called in later.
As for the Count of Crime, his reaction was so obvious Cora could have recited it in her head. He's placed a bounty on the wizard's head. Five-hundred thousand dollars, plus preferments of various types involving Tokens, Hedge-Fruit, and other such goods.
But he wanted Dresden alive. Wanted to talk to him, convince him of the folly of not understanding the value in civilizing crime, no doubt.
Cora wished both of them whatever luck they had, for the moment it wasn't her business, though the fact of Harry Dresden's powers implied quite a lot about what magical practitioners could do.
[1] IC: When paid off by Cora's agents, had said that his spine had been broken rather badly, and that he probably would have back pain problems later in life unless they did a second, smaller round of healing. Injuries like that are something that don't heal naturally, any more than someone can get over repeated concussions, but since they hadn't paid her to do a second round and this Dresden had been rather busy, she supposed he'd suffer the consequences in a few decades once he hit middle-age and started to slow down.
******
Then there was this Lillian Abbot. Yet another puzzler to work with, one that Cora was looking forward to dealing with. But first, she had to make sure that Eva's progress continued.
Eva was a known element, even if some of her magic included unknown elements.
Eva was going to be followed as she met with the Buddhist groups of St. Louis, some familiar and some new and unfamiliar. She was going to begin searching out for the truths she had once believed and still did.
Cora wished her the best of luck.
Results (since this is less obvious): Rolls will be done next week on how well this goes.
*****
Cora glanced down at the sound of the shutting door as Jonathan ran off. It was time for his first new lesson with Arrow, and that meant she had the house to herself.
And she'd carved out a small block of time to enter the Hedge, take the routes, and visit the Book.
Time to see just whether there were any questions that could be answered.
*****
A/N: Here we go! Just one more thing, and then we're at Turn 2...at last.
One week. One week and the world turned, faster and faster. Events could sometimes unnerve Cora. Not so much their speed, so much as the way they twisted and turned so fast like snakes, threatening to slipping out of her grasp. But she was a master of managing the world, she was a Queen, she had power and she had skill, she had the ability to deal with the fact that while it was always best to take your time, sometimes rushing was required.
The River was quiet, or at least as quiet as it ever got, and that wasn't where the trouble was. "How did the Loyalists gather so quickly, plan so quickly?"
They're sitting in a detective's office, the two of them. She was wearing a dress, something slinky out of the thirties, and King Stoneguts was wearing a bowler. It was fake, a dream, nothing more, but he's real and so was she.
In a dream, you could be anyone and anywhere.
"It's not a conspiracy, at least, no more than anything else is," King Stoneguts said, "I'm sure if they knew they'd be asking about how fast we got together the work of compensating our displaced, helping our fellows re-open the shop. Communities care for each other."
"And Loyalists have their own culture. I know the words, I know the song," Cora sighed, leaning back, sipping the dreamwine, "But it all seems too convenient."
"Oh, of course, but they're dealt with."
"She has a crush on you, you know?"
"Yes," King Stoneguts said with a shrug, standing up. "I can hardly change that."
"Of course not, and why would you?" Cora asked, "It does make me wonder what your plan is there."
"No plans. Don't plan, create resources. Of course, you plan, but that is you. This is me. She's a useful asset. And she knows sorrow, more than one might think. She knows the Ice Law and she knows how to kill. It's enough."
"Our network is on its way to restoration," Cora said, "But I wonder at--"
"What I wonder at is that book of yours. Are you sure you have it in hand? Shit like this, it always has a sting at the end of its tail," King Stoneguts said.
"Mr. White is under good care."
"No chance of him giving himself a new necktie?" King Stoneguts asked, "Or breaking out."
"None," Cora said confidently. "What's your take in the Kings?"
"Well, they ain't getting high on their own supply, that's for sure," King Stoneguts said. "Smart bastards, that's sure. It's a jungle out there, worse than before."
"I suspected so," Cora said, "What about the vampires?"
"You should bring him out--"
"No. I'm not going to turn us in a crusade. Morals get in the way of making decisions, at least this early," Cora pointed out. Right about now, she just wanted to be blunt with it.
"He'll do it on his own," Stoneguts said.
"So he will. That will be on him. I can't control everyone, yet at least. And just like Mayor Booster's plots with those strange incubi, it is a matter I don't want to be directly associated. Maggie, though, she's been quiet."
"You're worried?"
"Frankly, yes. I've heard that there were problems with her job."
"I solved them," King Stonguts said.
"Oh, thank you," Cora said, "I need her willing to take risks, and if she's too tied trying to keep that job of hers…"
Maggie had almost lost her job because of some difference between this timeline and the other, but it had been easily dealt with, when you had the sorts of resources a monarchy would have.
It was easy enough to do, really, but it had taken time and effort that Cora hadn't yet gotten around to expending.
*****
All across the Freehold, jobs were being saved. Or people were being given advice and help and welfare towards getting new jobs, ones that had been lost in the transition. There were people who would have been looking askance at just how many favors Mayor Booster was gaining. The man was gaining power, was positioning himself well. Was doing every single step of his job right.
But why care about that? Cora Graves knew his number, knew the sorts of ways to get at him if he was a threat, and more than that, he wasn't one. He was doing good work in slowly working with the Gardiners, and the fact that a large portion of the Freehold owed him for the aid he'd driven through, the tireless work he'd somehow managed to shoulder…
She didn't punish success.
Cora just watched it closely, made sure to be aware of it.
*****
The rest of the world, of course, was another matter entirely. More specifically, news had begun to filter out of all that had happened. It was sending a buzzing, panic and worry and plans and plots and schemes, roiling through the networks.
Oddly, Thousand Trods is quiet. Asha disappeared for a time, and everyone noted her absence. And yet when she returned, she didn't explain it at all. Cora's agents have gotten nowhere, and even the Oneiromancy she's taught them, even her own perhaps, would not be enough to truly find an answer. Either way, Thousand Trods seems not to have been majorly disturbed, seeing as they continued their economic actions.
Wealth flowed through their hands, just as it did with Marble Arch, but Cora suspected that rather more of it than usual might be squirreled away for this rainy day. This flood, this deluge.
In Bologna, a sister city to St. Louis, the Changelings apparently contact a group who were cued-in to their presence. The spies tell little more than the name: Venatori Umbrorum.
Galway Ireland is racked with a series of loyalists attacks, and yet they are foiled without major losses, other than the disappearance of the heir-apparent of Summer, lost during a fight in the Hedge. Yet, just a day later, she reappears, bearing a spear of a make that has not been seen before. It isn't a Token, and they are examining it even now. It is a way's off, yet Cora was tempted, truly tempted, to make the journey and examine it in person.
All across South America, confrontations between Changelings and Vampires heat up, and from them, on the seventh day since they arrived, Cora gains yet another name: Red Court.
There are dozens of conflicts that Cora hears. Wars and rumors of war, a religious woman might think. But it was expected: this first week would see each Freehold confronted with problems, forced to show what their mettle truly is. Forced to prove themselves up to the task of surviving.
But if there was one thing Changelings were good at, it was surviving.
Of course, then there's Chicago, an interesting sideshow. The Wizard, Dresden, had botched the ambush, accidentally setting off the alarms somehow, and the sprinkler system. Which meant that when he started throwing around the ability to shoot fire without a source--and Cora wondered just how he did that--there wasn't much water left to put it out. The building had burned down, and the wizard hadn't been able to follow them through the portal, cut off by goblins.
But they'd come back for him.
They'd found a half-dozen dead goblins, and a few more trying to drag him out from beneath the burnt-out rubble. His arms were broken, his spine perhaps too. Burns all along his body. It was the sort of damage that should have led to a man spending the rest of his life in intensive care.
And he was awake and cursing the whole time.
But, Changelings do not play by the rules. The Duchy of the Phoenix went all out, called on resources Cora might not have for an unknown element. But they had a good Spring Court healer, and they had more than that. They had goblin fruits. Even with regular healing, it should have taken days to get him up and about.
He awoke whole, if aching all over, and he awoke unmarked, unmarred by the near death, in the arms of his healer. She applied her healing by physical touch, after all.[1]
The Freehold, Cora's spies indicated, has decided to play this off as something they can do, effortless and easily.
But still, Ratty Wilson had gotten away. Except, Dresden said that he could track him, that he knew where he was going, or at least, knew the name of the place in this 'Hedge' (whatever that is) that he'd gone.
And Harry Dresden was apparently willing to go for a second round.
He tracked down Ratty Wilson and fought him to the death over a cliff beneath which there was only jagged rocks and swirling black waters.
They fought, struggled to live, and Harry Dresden walked away. Ratty Wilson was dead, and with him the information.
Of course, they never found a body.
Now the Freehold has granted him is payment, in their usual fashion (lottery tickets) for his service, and granted him one minor boon, to be called in later.
As for the Count of Crime, his reaction was so obvious Cora could have recited it in her head. He's placed a bounty on the wizard's head. Five-hundred thousand dollars, plus preferments of various types involving Tokens, Hedge-Fruit, and other such goods.
But he wanted Dresden alive. Wanted to talk to him, convince him of the folly of not understanding the value in civilizing crime, no doubt.
Cora wished both of them whatever luck they had, for the moment it wasn't her business, though the fact of Harry Dresden's powers implied quite a lot about what magical practitioners could do.
Ambush: 1d100=29
Recovery/Fight your way out: 17
Fuego! Forzare!: 90
The building was on fire (and it was my fault): 6
Pinned, but tag out?: 53
In the House of Healing: 89
Dresden Always Has a Step, sometimes it's even ahead: 83
Big Bad Wolf: 45
Chase Scene!: 87
Over a Cliff?: 92
Recovery/Fight your way out: 17
Fuego! Forzare!: 90
The building was on fire (and it was my fault): 6
Pinned, but tag out?: 53
In the House of Healing: 89
Dresden Always Has a Step, sometimes it's even ahead: 83
Big Bad Wolf: 45
Chase Scene!: 87
Over a Cliff?: 92
[1] IC: When paid off by Cora's agents, had said that his spine had been broken rather badly, and that he probably would have back pain problems later in life unless they did a second, smaller round of healing. Injuries like that are something that don't heal naturally, any more than someone can get over repeated concussions, but since they hadn't paid her to do a second round and this Dresden had been rather busy, she supposed he'd suffer the consequences in a few decades once he hit middle-age and started to slow down.
******
Then there was this Lillian Abbot. Yet another puzzler to work with, one that Cora was looking forward to dealing with. But first, she had to make sure that Eva's progress continued.
Eva was a known element, even if some of her magic included unknown elements.
Eva was going to be followed as she met with the Buddhist groups of St. Louis, some familiar and some new and unfamiliar. She was going to begin searching out for the truths she had once believed and still did.
Cora wished her the best of luck.
Results (since this is less obvious): Rolls will be done next week on how well this goes.
*****
Cora glanced down at the sound of the shutting door as Jonathan ran off. It was time for his first new lesson with Arrow, and that meant she had the house to herself.
And she'd carved out a small block of time to enter the Hedge, take the routes, and visit the Book.
Time to see just whether there were any questions that could be answered.
*****
A/N: Here we go! Just one more thing, and then we're at Turn 2...at last.
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Don't both sides here have a Hedge? I thought it was the barrier to Arcadia in CtL verse.
Or is this sentence relating what Dresden said and he's confused about the Hedge?
So, Dresden Fae showing their hand?
Booster is a little paranoid about Cora, I think.
"It was" maybe?
Ambitions! Always good to have.
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Yeah, Dresden knows that he's in a particular part of 'The Hedge' but has no idea what that is.
And yeah 'It was.'
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Well, considering you've only heard rumors about it, you just know it's red. How would you know whether it had a name or not anyways?
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Are we supposed to know who Him is?
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Cora certainly does. You'll probably be meeting him soon, if you'd chosen the right option, you'd be meeting him already. He's just a powerful Autumn courtier.
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Rumors might give it a name? Like "Have you heard about that new Spear of Ice that that heir got?" ... I guess no one's fought her or anything so we have no idea about its combat capabilities...
Is it metallic, wood, something else? How big is it, etc? ... I want to know so I can tell if it's a mythological weapon, ala Excalibur and stuff, so we, OOC can track it down?
The narrative stuff is nice. But then we aren't really Cora, 'cause we don't have all the info that she knows... I had to ask you, in order to find out that the spear's red. ... But, most likely, that isn't important. ... I think... ...
Gonna keep following even if I have to badger you for info that I want, 'cause this is good stuff, that I'm happy with what I'm getting.
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Standard Dresden Story lol
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Thing is, if some of that stuff is relevant, I'd be telling it to you. Like, if it was clear that the spear looked like some obvious famous historical spear, Cora would have called it out as that, or gone all 'here are the facts, it makes it sounds as if it is X.' It seems to be an unremarkable spear, but it's red and magic and not Changeling Magic.