quicktoanger | 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.]

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[Not to mess with force or forces beyond her control, but sometimes Rogue tens to sass out when confronted with the unfamiliar.]

What, no pointy hat?

Uh-huh.

"Yeah, can never find one that matches the jacket."

Well, now what? Harry Potter reference? Casting magic missile at the darkness? You shall not pass?

I've heard them all, Rogue. Do your worst.

[Nope, she's good. Nothing like dry sarcasm to help establish credibility.]

I'm not usually one ta pry, but... what kinda magic are you workin' on my shop?

Hmm. Well, I guess she had a point with that one. I was kinda the one taking a knife to her pretty little building.

"Not directly on the shop. The village as a whole. A small-scale repeat of a project I did once. I just need samples from all the buildings for it to work."

You're doin' magic on the whole village.

[Rogue is fairly sure that if whatever spell he was talking about was harmful, it wouldn't have been admitted to as casually, or if it was, then those sort of statements usually have a more sinister tone. She tried to catch the guy's eye.]

You realize that ain't exactly confidence-inspirin'?

She seemed to be trying to catch my eye, but luckily, these particular eyes had most of a lifetime to learn how to evade capture.

"Nothing drastic. Even if it goes wrong, it will all be localized to me. Think of it as sort of a... one-man neighborhood watch."

[...unfortunately, trying to evade eye-contact does not exactly engender confidence in one's sincerity.

All the same, Rogue hadn't got a creepy vibe from him off the bat, and though her gut's been horribly and incredibly wrong before... would anyone be so opened if they were doing something shady? Either he was on the level, or he was - potentially - above her pay grade. Which didn't really bother her, but she didn't see cause in picking a fight.]

I hope you realize how completely not reassurin' that is.

[But she says it with the smallest quirk upwards of her lips - no accusation.]

"Well, you know how wizards are. All cryptic and eccentric and such."

Not really my genre.

[...]

You know the Shifts restore the houses back to normal, right?

[She's not sure if that makes a difference as to whatever voodoo he's working or not, but, she figures he should know.]

"That's fine, as long as I still have the samples."

Wait...

"...does it repair the trees?"

If they did, I don't think the wolf god would be so fussy about 'em.

[...hopefully someone has mentioned the giant wolf god to the New Feather. If not, oh well.]

... Oh. Huh.

There was a wolf god.

Who was fussy about the trees.

Weelllll.... shit.

"Does the wolf god, uh... care so much, about the trees around the edge of the village?"

Are the trees around the edge of the village still standin'?

"... Yes. The trees around the edge of the village are still standing and thriving."

... You'd think the amount of time I spent dealing with the Fae would make me better at selective truth and specific denial

[...uh-huh.]

As long as there isn't mass destruction, or wanton choppin' of trees - or fire - Moro's been pretty chill with it lately. Just don't go in there smellin' of gunpowder, and ya should be fine.

"... Minor aesthetic damage. Nothing that would interfere with the tree's health, unless they're allergic to magic."

[She shrugged.] I don't think the trees would survive long here, if they were allergic to magic.

[Now, about that coffee... She waved a hand in his direction.]

Be seein' ya.

[And hoped, that by letting him go, she wasn't making a terrible mistake.]

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