Nick "Nicodemus" Dalton (
nick_garou) wrote2014-12-04 11:15 pm
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One busy day: one lazy day.
Wednesday night, while still posing as a mountain lion out in the Walkers' wooded lands, I sensed someone attempting to locate me with magick. Questing Stone. (I've seen that ritual performed enough to know what it is.) I extended my senses, found the thread of Spirit/Correspondence magic, and traced it rapidly back to its source: Val at her apartment above her coffee shop. I gave her a mental image of where I was at to save her some time for when she flew out--or teleported--but neither happened. Instead she used some kind of gift--and I think she was just mimicking one she'd seen Ghost used--that allowed her to speak across a great distance, and I could speak back to her.
She asked if I was okay after the Harbor Park situation, and I told her it'd rattled me a little which was why I was seeking some solitude for a while. I informed her that the kid that flipped his shit wasn't tainted. She told me that both he and Ghost had been taken to the old library where the Gnawers hang. (I bet they're thrilled with their new guest(s).) I also filled Val in that I'd run into Trixie the other day in her lynx form. And then we both agreed that we'd both kind of given up on Ghost: she defines herself by wallowing in self-pity, self-persecution, and her steadfast refusal to reach out and grasp the hands being repeatedly offered to her.
Afterwards, I gave Salem and Mouse a ring and left voicemails for them. (Oh, yes. I brought my Kindle and wired it up to the solar charger I'd brought out earlier. Touchscreens make it easy enough to use with a well-placed claw.) Filled them in on my plan to go after the author of those documents and that I might need a little backup when I do.
After sunset, I slipped into the umbra to practice with a blend of Forces magick and mountain lion-style parkour. I've got a much better feel for how much I can push this form now--where the limits are and where things start to get risky. By morning, I was exhausted and sore. I slept the whole damn day Thursday--like a lazy-ass cat would do. LOLcat, I think I understand you a little better now, you fuzzball.
She asked if I was okay after the Harbor Park situation, and I told her it'd rattled me a little which was why I was seeking some solitude for a while. I informed her that the kid that flipped his shit wasn't tainted. She told me that both he and Ghost had been taken to the old library where the Gnawers hang. (I bet they're thrilled with their new guest(s).) I also filled Val in that I'd run into Trixie the other day in her lynx form. And then we both agreed that we'd both kind of given up on Ghost: she defines herself by wallowing in self-pity, self-persecution, and her steadfast refusal to reach out and grasp the hands being repeatedly offered to her.
Afterwards, I gave Salem and Mouse a ring and left voicemails for them. (Oh, yes. I brought my Kindle and wired it up to the solar charger I'd brought out earlier. Touchscreens make it easy enough to use with a well-placed claw.) Filled them in on my plan to go after the author of those documents and that I might need a little backup when I do.
After sunset, I slipped into the umbra to practice with a blend of Forces magick and mountain lion-style parkour. I've got a much better feel for how much I can push this form now--where the limits are and where things start to get risky. By morning, I was exhausted and sore. I slept the whole damn day Thursday--like a lazy-ass cat would do. LOLcat, I think I understand you a little better now, you fuzzball.