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It's hard not to Stare at Winter right now. A Guardian just laying out a supernal truth, no matter how dark and ugly. The man though.. Langdon finds himself shifting focus between the man who was reaching for something, Juris who is remarkably calm for this situation, and Winter who... well presumably the Guardian doesn't engage recreationally. With the will being moved Langdon doesn't add any of this own. Instead the Mystagogue watches and waits. This could be good information for Campanella.
Juris doesn't give anything away. He doesn't reveal the connection. He doesn't reveal that he can hear their secret feelings. They talk, then Winter, and Juris' eyes shift to listen to them. For a Guardian he was surprisingly open about certain things, but they weren't Sleepers after all.
"It's like he says," focusing back on the man and woman. "We want to stop all of that from happening. From it poisoning the land and the people. And that favor? Tell us about the problems you're having and we'll try and help to prove we can be trusted."
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Simone blinks. "What?"
Bobby squawks and hops forward a few steps so that he is framed once more by the caravan's entrance. "The fuck!? Poison? How? What?"
"What? Miriam doesn't look that kind of... Whatever she is. Sorceress or whatever."
"Simone! I don't want to poison the world. And neither do you! Agnes would kill -"
"Bobby shut up! I don't know who you are or what you know! Or how you are connected to Miriam. Its bad enough being under Miriam's thumb. Then her underlings turn up and expect us do to do their bidding as well! Now you! Are you Miriam's people as well? Is this it from now on? Are we to be parcelled out and do all your biddings?"
"No! You shut up! You say you'll do a favour for a favour? Then get Miriam off our backs. We paid what we owe to her long time past. We just want to -"
Simone silences Bobby with a narrow eyed stare that promised pain.
"You should here them out, Simone. Its you who has the most connection to the... land." Bobby cooed defensively.
Bobby scrunched into his clothes in an almost birdlike fashion. "You want our favour? Get Miriam's hooks out of us. Then we can be out of your fucking world. If you got proof Miriam's sorcery hurts Mother Nature then I am all ears." He still gave Simone a cagey, flighty, almost avian look out of the corner of his eye.
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Kaze focuses on remembering the various names he is hearing now, for those present and those absently referred to. And of course on the surroundings lest they be taken unawares by absent names coming suddenly to visit, particularly Miriam, her hooks and underlings.
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Agnes, Miriam. The Obrimos figured that Agnes was likely their pack leader, Miriam, a Seer most likely.
"That could be arranged", the Obrimos interject between puffs of smoke, "tell us about Miriam. She's been breathing on your necks, I reckon?", he nodded to the Ladder, urging him to continue with the prodding. Those shifters were a talkative bunch.
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Having copied over the sympathetic connection that was strong and went off into the distance, Alastor thought about how he was going to look in on that. If that was Miriam, well, that might be their angle on a Seer, and wouldn't that just be fucking stellar? Tactical thoughts moved through a tactical mind as the talkers talked and got things moving in a friendly direction.
How helpful of them to be so interested in talking. He had been a little worried this was going to turn into a nasty fight against shifters, but it sounded like Juris and Winter had it all very well in hand.
YYC, any results for my copying of sympathies/angle vision on what was inside the place? What connection has been created?
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Shifting his weight, wearing dress shoes was a mistake, Langdon tries to focus past his sore feet to the names. Miriam? Doesn't sound like any of the problems that Winter is looking for. Slowly crossing his arms Langdon takes a look around. It'll be easy to check in on these two unless they move around often. Even then, better than nothing.
Sorceress? So whoever Miriam was she clearly didn't have any problems showing the truth of the world. Which asks the questions, what exactly are these people? Shards of a different world? Something else odd native to this one? Either way...hopefully they don't get more involved.
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"No." Simone replied stubbornly.
She hissed as Bobby continued without missing a beat. The man with the nose like a beak carried on without looking at her. His head bobbed back and forth.
"Miriam. A sorceress. We crossed her path when we were looking for information relating to some friends of ours. Things got messy. Very messy and we... Well, we had to cut a deal. She got what she wanted and we got what we wanted. We kind of... had to... fight side by side with her. Miriam, that is. At time time we thought our alliance would be temporary and we could just continue on our way. Then some other deals fell through, leaving us without ready funds. We were stuck. Started having problems with Sandra."
Bob quivered.
"Then Miriam shows up, says she has need of our talents. Said she could keep Sandra off our backs and help with the funds. And its true, it worked for a while. Then we had to do another job. Then another. And Miriam always let us know that she knew what we were. And she knew who our enemies were. And suddenly our ... ally ... is our keeper. You know, keeping Sandra off us for the most part. Keeping our enemies away. And the more we do for her the worse things get. Its like we're stuck in mud and all Miriam does is stir and stir and stir. On the surface she helps, but we ain't getting clear and her list of demands is rising."
Bobby hunched into his clothing.
"And late last year two of Miriam's associates turn up with her badge of authority. She wanted us to help them with something. Tracking down some very bad people. Because... well... we can be good at that sometimes."
Raising his head defiantly, he continued.
"Sandra can be... dealt with. If nothing else we can just slip her leash and leave some... bombs... waiting for her here. I don't care much for that two-leg to waste that much time on her. Not when we can be off and on our way. Miriam had some solid information. In the beginning, at least. Favour for a favour - deal with Miriam. We'll help you - once. And then we can get out of here."
While Bobby speaks, Alastor is acclimatising to his enhanced and improved vision. He does manage to peek beyond Bob into the caravan. The interior is less a habitation and more of a nest: clothes, blankets, food, lie scattered around. Glittering things - gemstones, trinkets, and other metallic oddities are the only things that take pride of place. Man likes his bling.
All the while, the Arrow struggles to stabilise and assimilate the copied bonds of sympathy. The spell works, but holding so many connections at once is taxing and many of the major one's snap, snag, or fade away*. But not all of them. The Arrow is now bound to a number of Encountered connections linking the pair to people back in Sacramento.
Good choice Cross . However, 2 sux only copies Described and Encountered connections. That said, there are a few of them and now Alastor has those same sympathetic ties himself. He will need to lock in those connections (beyond the scene) with the New Threads spell. Thanks to his Angle Vision, he can tell that Bobby has reasonably strong connections to the all the bling and jewellery inside his caravan.
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The more he heard, the more he thought of this Miriam as some sort of loan shark. Manufacture an accident on an unsuspecting business, then offer them your help. But the endgame is really to sink them into a swamp of debt, give them enough rope to hang themselves with.
Funnily enough, the strategy had been one of the options he had considered going into this meeting. Given how much he and this Miriam seemed to think alike, the Guardian wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that this Sandra was an associate of Miriam, or given enough magical proficiency, Miriam herself.
Miriam, sea of bitterness.
The Guardian grunts, the Seer had likely tasked them with tracking the Acamoth, which meant Crane and Priam by proxy. Crane was a professional that had likely led them on a wild-goose chase, Priam however was an unknown variable. The Obrimos needs to know more, if Crane had gone so off the deep end as to start working with a Scelestus, then it was necessary to put her down for good. He takes another drag of the cigarette, then he speaks, his voice coarse.
"No matter how far you run away, if this Miriam has sunk her fangs in you, you'll never be safe. She can track you whenever you go", this was the offering your help part.
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Alastor pulled in the connections, but it wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough. He needed a more powerful effect if this was to happen, something he could really, really dig into... something, perhaps, that a Sympathetic ritual would allow him. He was, after all, an Adept of Space. Duplicating the specific sympathy he wanted was simply a matter of connection to her, which he had already, and the patience to put together the right ritual to duplicate and capture the strongest sympathies he could see. This wasn't something he had to desperately hope he could pull off here and now with improvisation. No, his power was in setting up for later.
Letting the Angle Vision spell fade away and focusing back in on the male, he poured Mana in as a bulwark against the Abyss. He focused, piecing together the now-familiar imago of the threads between them winding and binding, closer and closer...
His Nimbus flared. To those possessed of the Sight, the world bent in toward the Mastigos as he bent it to his will with all his might...
It was the strangest thing that threw his focus. The whistling of a bird, just at the wrong moment, and that was that, all that power wasted, all that focus shot. The spell did nothing. The First Talon's lips pressed into a flat line of annoyance.
-1 WP, -1 Mana for 'dox.
fail to new threads, fucccckk
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