That is an absurdly tongue in cheek name, considering. Someone in universe was being cheeky.
Jimmy leaned forward, raising his eyebrows. "Come now, darlin'. Surely there's a lost city inhabited by angry fish people who are fans of human hybridization in there somewhere. Maybe one of his buddies told him over drinks?"
I remember that fic!
and absolutely nobody other than Greg or Taylor himself
Taylor himself reads wrongly?
"I am an agent of business interested, you see. An emissary and agent." She leaned closer in, crossing her hands in front of her face. "May I be introduced to some of your peers in the union? I wish to develop a working pledge with your fellows."
Well. Obvious Changeling is Obvious.
"It is merely what I have been regaled of." Her lips finally moved, twitching upwards in a polite smile. "It is, shall we say, a topic of mutual concern among the hidden set. Ignorance is not welcome among neighbors of any kind-no matter how distant. Nobody wishes to discover our gardens have been trampled on, is all."
Huh. I think she thinks Danny knows what's up? Or she's really casual about referring to "the hidden set" which sounds like it should be a masquerade breaking thing to go into detail about.
"And that whole 'learned words from Shakespeare' thing. Doesn't that sound a bit...unlikely?" He shook his head. "Point is, there's something very strange about them. Something sinister. Just...be safe, okay?"
And Danny warning her off makes me think that he knows what's up and is worried, a bit.
"If you are offering sympathy, rest assured. I need none, and it is counterproductive. I've learned to accept this as the way things are; My nature is to frighten people. It is simply the order of things."
That's Fall then, right? The Spooky changelings.
She thought for a second. "But don't seek out Jimmy; his face is not even his Mask. You deserve better companions."
No idea what she means here. Jimmy is hiding things?
"Not Wizened ones though, I think. In any case,"
Huh, changeling Bakuda. I didn't think of that as a replacement for Tinkers, really.
"Well, as mentioned, I'm at the exact bottom of the social hierarchy of Winslow, so I can't just storm in and conquer my new Kingdom of the Docks. I'd be stung to death by the Queen Bees' swarm before I got a chance, maybe even expelled-not that it'd be a bad thing to leave Winslow, but I kinda want a passable college transcript and move far away.
Do Fetches normally get a bit of Arcadia talk? Because this sounds kind of flavoured somehow.
Those familiar with lore of relatively recent phenomenon would recognize her as a terrible angel of despair, one witnessed before disaster of a very human type occurred,
Oh. Simmie?
though to be fair he tried his best with the others.
I wonder what happened with Alec to replace Heartbreaking. I didn't think Mages got that messed up just by awakening, but maybe something in the Astral?
"If we can ever figure out how to train it," Aisha piped up. "Rachel's good, but I don't think a sentient swarm of bugs from before time is her thing."
So they picked up a Skitter-in-a-can. Makes sense.
"Simurgh?" I helpfully offered.
"Yes-yes, what look for I. Simurgh-spirit Stray-Lost say human-hating. Human you. Why give gathra?"
...Lisa works with Ziz?
Naturally, in any other city, the Guardians of the Veil would have the warlock priest burned at the stake, metaphorically or otherwise. But Brockton Bay was a city where what was "natural" did not apply as stringently. That was like candy to mages, but it also meant Ben had several months of a head start before the remaining Guardians noticed a missionary whose secrecy consisted of winking constantly during his sermons. By that time, Ben had not only his very public church that people would miss, but his cabal-and a deserved reputation as an expert tutor in Mind magics, one neutral to the ridiculous four-to-six way academic tug of war with knives that was Order politics.
Huh. Ben is surprisingly sympathetic for a sort of weird preacher-mage.
"Slreep with therm." Brutus replied, scoffing (a weird hybrid between a bark and a growl, coming from him).
No Brutus, you can't solve team bonding problems by suggesting that kind of thing. Only Rachel is allowed to do that.
Alec didn't notice, or more likely, didn't care. "Really, I'm glad dear ol' Dad told me to get the basics of Fate down-otherwise, I don't think I'd be able to notice this."
Alec seems happier with his Dad than I'd expect, considering.
"Um, no, but if I met someone who actually had one, it probably would be good training wheels. Seriously, there's no emotions attached to it, much less remembered devotion from a previous life."
Wait, does WoD have an equivalent of the Solar-Lunar bonding thingie? Cause this sounds like that.
"I have to convince our guard dog to agree to this," I said, smiling the world's fakest smile. "Which means I have to convince him I'm not a threat-like say, showing how vulnerable I am willing to be towards his hosts."
That is a really cool way to get your sentient swarm to like you, honestly.
