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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Do not think me fond of those miserable, disgusting worms.

"Oh, an all-purpose misanthrope, then?"

I chuckled. It probably wasn't a terribly warm, friendly chuckle.

"Talk all you want about the evils man deals unto man, but I've seen real monstrosity. It's not remotely the same."

Oh?

[The Forgemaster adopts his, 'do enlighten me' expression as he rests his chin in his palm and smiles politely.]

"Ever heard of the Naagloshi? Hmm? Or He Who Walks Behind? Ever seen the Queens of Faerie through the True Sight, preparing for a war that could destroy the whole human race?"

I laughed. Again, it wasn't pleasant.

"Vampires are hideous, monstrous abominations compared to even the worst humanity has to offer, and they're still chump change on the cosmic scale of badness. The bottom of the totem pole. These things think the Holocaust was a goddamn birthday party."

A shame you and dear old Dracula were never acquainted.

[He laughs himself, mirthlessly.]

Although... with that tongue of yours, he would not have suffered your presence for very long.

"What can I say, I have that effect on people."

People a lot bigger and scarier than one Black Court vampire, even a badass like Drac.

"I don't care for bullies."

Perhaps you should, if you value your own life.

[Despite his choice of words, it isn't a threat, for there is no fierce urge in him to wound or kill this man. Had he been possessed still by Lord Dracula's curse, however...]

"Yeah, that's what they keep telling me. And yet, here I am. Alive."

I frowned over my shoulder.

"...I assume."

[Despite the explanations of others, he is often inclined to think that Luceti is some form of Hell.]

You breathe, don't you? Or have you not noticed?

"Could just be a construct of my psyche, for all I know."

['Psyche' only has him thinking of Greek Mythology. A construct... of his soul? Ugh. He makes no attempt to hide the rolling of his eyes.]

Please.

"Pff, don't ask me, I think psychology's a load of crap. Point is, if it was all in my head, how would I even know?"

Do you think me also to be a figment of your imagination?

[Don't make him roll his eyes again.]

"I'm proceeding under the assumption that you're not, but how would I know?"

[With a roguish glint in his eye, he answers:]

If I were to... engage in... [Pausing, he takes a breath.] certain unsavoury behaviours in your company, I am certain you would.

"That would depend on exactly which unsavory behaviors you were talking about."

I scowled.

"And even then it'd still be possible that I'd imagined the entire thing."

Even if you were left limping slightly?

[But one example of the awful, shameless things that could come from this guy's mouth.]

Yeah, no.

I gave him a thoroughly irritated look, then closed the journal.

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