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quicktoanger) wrote2012-03-24 09:17 pm
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Second Casefile: Casting Lines [Action/Written]
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I'd been keeping myself busy for the past week or so, starting when Molly arrived, and had thus far found very little success with anything. There were no thresholds to work with, there were no ley lines to tap into, there were no places rich with magical energy to utilize, and I'd be damned if I was going to try and open a gate to the Nevernever again.
I did not need that bitch of a migraine to come back.
So, along with my apprentice, I began scouting around the village looking for any significant mystical resources. She was also interested in the Filial spirits, but frankly, they sound too much like the Fey for my taste, and I've had quite enough of that, thanks.
Today, however, I was doing something more personally significant. I was going to make myself a new staff, because clearly the old one wasn't showing up any time soon. Unfortunately, this process takes freaking forever, and I had no idea where to start.
So I figured I'd phone a friend.
[Written- filtered from Richard Sharpe 3%] [Hey, he sucks at filters, give him a break.]
Hey. Any and all spellcasters, magic-workers, witches, wizards, and anybody else who knows how to work with magic and spellcraft, I was hoping to get some input on the local situation.
Are there any local magic sources, aside from the Filial spirits, that can be tapped into or accessed? Are any of the local flora and fauna significant at all, mystically? Have there been any difficulties you've had using certain kinds of magic? Anything considerably easier?
In essence- What's the deal, anyway?
[Feel free to encounter him as he surveys the village and surrounding environs- he'll be doing odd things like marking, taking paint scrapings, and making notes on a map- or as he surveys the woods for a tree that will provide adequate wood for his staff.]
I'd been keeping myself busy for the past week or so, starting when Molly arrived, and had thus far found very little success with anything. There were no thresholds to work with, there were no ley lines to tap into, there were no places rich with magical energy to utilize, and I'd be damned if I was going to try and open a gate to the Nevernever again.
I did not need that bitch of a migraine to come back.
So, along with my apprentice, I began scouting around the village looking for any significant mystical resources. She was also interested in the Filial spirits, but frankly, they sound too much like the Fey for my taste, and I've had quite enough of that, thanks.
Today, however, I was doing something more personally significant. I was going to make myself a new staff, because clearly the old one wasn't showing up any time soon. Unfortunately, this process takes freaking forever, and I had no idea where to start.
So I figured I'd phone a friend.
[Written- filtered from Richard Sharpe 3%] [Hey, he sucks at filters, give him a break.]
Hey. Any and all spellcasters, magic-workers, witches, wizards, and anybody else who knows how to work with magic and spellcraft, I was hoping to get some input on the local situation.
Are there any local magic sources, aside from the Filial spirits, that can be tapped into or accessed? Are any of the local flora and fauna significant at all, mystically? Have there been any difficulties you've had using certain kinds of magic? Anything considerably easier?
In essence- What's the deal, anyway?
[Feel free to encounter him as he surveys the village and surrounding environs- he'll be doing odd things like marking, taking paint scrapings, and making notes on a map- or as he surveys the woods for a tree that will provide adequate wood for his staff.]
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Though perhaps I'd best show it to you in person."
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If it was legitimate. Considering who I was dealing with...
"And where would I have to go in order to behold this undoubtedly rare and majestic beast?"
[voice]
Because Captain Jack Sparrow had every intention of trying to drug this newcomer with a hallucinogenic salamander. Yes he did.
[voice]
"Tell you what, I'll be there in an hour. Deal?"
[voice]
Since Jack was already in the pub, he could enjoy a few more drinks before Dresden's arrival.
[action]
So, about an hour later, I arrived at the pub. And, as requested, I had stopped in the item shop along the way and found a tea mug. Actually, it was a coffee mug bearing the legend 'World's Greatest Loser.' I hoped this wasn't going to interfere with any necessary mysticism, because that would be a damn shame, wouldn't it?
And there he was, at the bar. I meandered on over and sat in the seat beside him, setting the mug on the table.
"Heya. Don't suppose you know a guy with a mystical animal, do you?"
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Jack nodded at the thing as steam wafted up from the hot water in his mug.
[action]
"Well, you might have told me it was pre-mummified."
I was rapidly becoming concerned that the tea mug might possibly have been related to the dessicated corpse on the counter.
"So, what precisely is this and why are we making tea out of it?"
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You up for it, mate? Or you could just say the word, and this conversation never happened."
[action]
Not a freaking chance.
"Oh, I'm up for it. Never done a proper vision quest before."
[action]
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I took a whiff of the tea. It smelled about as appetizing as fresh-poured tarmac.
"Lovely. How long does it need to steep?"
[action]
Leonard McCoy had seen seals popping their heads out of the living-room carpet.
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I grinned.
"And how long would I have to wait for you to not mock me as a total pansy?"
[action]
[action] You gotta help me out here, what're the typical effects like?
I gingerly plucked the dessicated thing from my tea and plopped it onto a cocktail napkin, then brought the tea to my nose and smelled it.
"... Well, here goes my sanity."
I took a generous sip.
[action] I leave them ENTIRELY UP TO YOU. : D
[action] Lord in heaven, what have we done.
Seemed like something to tell me in advance, actually.
That said, it apparently hadn't kicked in yet. Everything still looked fine. I wanted to tell him so, but...
Wait. I wanted to tell him so...
... Wait. No, I was trying to talk. Why wasn't I...
...Oh, hey, there it was. Apparently it was going to start with the cognitive-
"Everything still looks fine."
...Reasoning skills.
Hell's bells, what had I just gotten myself into.
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If I had the capacity for speech, I'd object to that, but apparently the delay between my brain and my mouth had undergone some sort of relativistic temporal shift.
Also, his hands were starting to blur. I blinked.
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Huh. I could talk, as long as it was a snarky response. Go figure.
I was also becoming rapidly convinced that Jack was constitutionally incapable of holding his damn hands still.
Wow. There were some fascinating prismatic effects going on there.
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Been long enough. I'm going there, now.
And that problem is that I felt my eyes, my mind, opening up.
My Sight.
Oh, this was gonna suck. My Sight was opening up and I couldn't quite recall how to-
"Oh, holy hell..."
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Jack pushed back slightly so he could gain a better view of the other man. This salamander...this was apparently a potent one, by every reckoning.
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Perhaps not that luckily- Harry wouldn't have used it against him anyway.
XD
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For some reason? I just...totally lost this notif. : /
Quite alright, m'dear! :D
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