Second Casefile: Casting Lines [Action/Written]

[quicktoanger]

[Action]

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.]

Comments

[quicktoanger]

"Well, it's typically more useful for seeing magical effects that aren't visible to the naked eye. Curses and hexes and wards and magical sensors meant for spying. And magical beasts masquerading as mortals.

That said, your True Name is a link to who you are, and it's actually something wizards of my sort could use against you. Were we feeling somewhat unscrupulous. So it's a similar concept, I guess."

[all7seas]

Luckily -- VERY luckily in this case, perhaps, for Jack -- Sparrow was not his true name.

"Interesting! And did you see any whatnot -- curses -- did you see anything of the sort upon me, friend?"

Perhaps not that luckily- Harry wouldn't have used it against him anyway.

[quicktoanger]

"... The only things I saw were those damn wings."

Well, on the plus side, the hallucinations seemed to have passed. I wasn't intoxicated any more.

On the downside, I wasn't intoxicated any more. I needed a drink.

"That. That was some damn tea."

XD

[all7seas]

"Oh. My...wings. Aye. What of them?" He'd died, once, when his wings had been ripped out by a Third-Party Elite.

[quicktoanger]

"... They were..."

Even brushing on the thoughts brought the memory up in my mind as if I was seeing it all over again.

One of the fun little blessings of the Sight. It never faded. Never went away.

Ever.

It was sort of mitigated by the memory of Jack's own vibrant visage. There was a certain nobility to it, a majesty belied by the antics and cunning and air of mischief, and it was not at all an unpleasant aura, unlike those damn chains.

"They're like chains. Chaining us to the ground, keeping us prisoner. Fused into us. Made part of us. It was..."

I shuddered.

"Wrong."

[all7seas]

The pirate took a careful drink. Cleared his throat. Then: "You know, mate...the wings? Not...not all bad..."

He wasn't exactly sure whether he should bother explaining how certain touches to his own charcoal-black feathers could bring sublime pleasure, or how he'd used them to glide from a considerable height and possibly keep from breaking both legs that way. True, they were a form of control; but Sparrow was not at all sure that he wouldn't miss them if they were suddenly gone.

[quicktoanger]

"... Anything can be put to positive ends if you know how to do it. Doesn't mean it's not a gross violation."

[all7seas]

"Gross violation?" Jack flutters his wings out behind him and glanced at them over his shoulder. He hadn't looked at them in that light for a long time.

[quicktoanger]

"They were put on us, made part of us, against our wills. By a process we don't know anything about or understand. And removing them is lethal."

I shrugged.

"Sounds like one to me."

[all7seas]

"Funnily enough, I don't mind 'em so much at all, for all that."

[quicktoanger]

"Hmm. Maybe you get used to 'em after a while."

Actually...

"... How long have you even been here?"

For some reason? I just...totally lost this notif. : /

[all7seas]

"Two years, mate. Two years, off an' on, and once before that, though I don't remember it."

Quite alright, m'dear! :D

[quicktoanger]

I frowned. Two years.

Two years?

People could get stuck here for years. I mean, I knew that was the case, but actually talking to somebody who'd been here that long...

It was pretty disturbing.

"... Sounds like you've adjusted well, at least?"

;;

[all7seas]

"Adjusted...?"

He frowled at that. It sounded too much like changing who he was at core; like settling.

"Survived. I've survived well, mostly, except for that one time when I died."

[quicktoanger]

"... I suppose it would sound crazy if I told you I know how that goes?"

[all7seas]

"...What? That was before your time here, mate."

[quicktoanger]

"Oh, no, no. I meant the 'surviving except the brief stint with dying' bit."

I frowned at my cup of salamander tea. It had worn off, and I didn't want it to start up again, but I wanted to drink something.

Right. Wait for a barmaid, then.

"I've been there. I know how it goes."

[all7seas]

"You've died, then. Here? Or back home?"

[quicktoanger]

"Back home. Briefly. It was actually kind of intentional. I had to leave a ghost so he could help me kick another ghost's ass."

[all7seas]

"You took your own...?!"

[quicktoanger]

"Well. It was actually part of another ruse. Had to trick my fairy godmother so she wouldn't turn me into a dog, and I just worked with the aftermath."

[all7seas]

"The aftermath of ending it all for yourself?!"

[quicktoanger]

"The aftermath of the cunning ruse, Jack. If I'd ended it all for myself, I wouldn't be around a decade later, would I?"

Was I smug? Maybe a little.

[all7seas]

"Faked a death?

I should've thought of that back when....though Jones would never have bought it. How'd you do it, then?"

[quicktoanger]

"Nope. Really died, and had a friend bring me back. It was tricky stuff. I had to be dead enough to create a dying impression of my thoughts and beliefs- a ghost- but alive enough to be brought back after."