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Emma dropped by the park this morning while I was working on beam balancing/walking. We ended up mostly just talking instead of doing parkour lessons, then we headed off for coffee and to warm up. Emma was cold, but I wasn't. The more I've learned about Forces, the more I seem to have naturally adapted to the weather--hot or cold. I need to avoid touching people or having them touch me, though. My unnaturally high body temperature seems to have become even more pronounced after that last seeking. I've read about this sort of thing happening with mages as they get more powerful or become more masterful of a sphere. It makes it harder and harder to interact with normal human society, resulting in isolated hermit wizards.
Coffee turned out to be a bust. We walked in and Val was there. My work hotline rang and I ran into Mouse as I was heading out. What are the fucking odds? Probably a little minor backlash from toying with entropy so much, but it's nice to buy the estate sale antiquities that will have the highest resale on eBay. Helps to pay the bills. Sucky part? The call was a prank: no job. Just an hour and a half of my time wasted. Asshat.
Went to the park afterwards to keep tabs on things and think. It occurs to me that I've got a metric fuckload of theory, but have not done a whole lot of application of said theory over the past couple years. That, and I'm itching to flex what I can do with Forces. I've got some ideas I want to test out--before I might need them--to see if they work. But, dammit, I need space to do it in. Sanctum? Too small. Houseboat? Way too small.
Mouse showed up. Turns out that there are Black Spiral Dancers making mischief down in Colorado. And there's groups of them established in Seattle and Hanford. Thankfully, that seems to really be more a problem for the local garou than me, though I imagine it might spill over eventually. I also learned that the tribe Emma's from is full of ignorant, muscle-bound, small-penis-wielding assholes who like to threaten Mouse every so often. That might explain why Emma, earlier, was complaining about her not really feeling like she fits in here and how she seems to be having some trouble re-adjusting. Poor Mouse. Poor Emma.
I talked with Mouse about how I might be useful in getting them a better deal on a slice of real estate, because they're looking to house more garou if it all goes to hell in a handbasket out in the woods from these bees and brambles. Pretty easy to pull off: just use some Entropy to find the better deal and some Mind to see who's desperate to sell and willing to negotiate. Huh. You know, I might be able to make a killing flipping houses like that instead of working the antiquities markets, which takes more time. I'll have to think about that more: I like antiques more than houses.
It occurred to me that the Glass Walkers might have a large, quiet training area within the city that I might use for doing some Forces work. I asked Mouse about it and they apparently have (in addition to the tenament) a place out in the woods. I obviously wouldn't want to do anything with fire there, but there's other things I could work on. Flying. Shielding. Immobilization. Telekinesis. Etc. I think Val might crap herself if she knew I could fly. But do I really want Mouse seeing this? Knowing I can do it? Or doing it where they might spy on me? Maybe I need to just rent a vacant warehouse someplace?
Coffee turned out to be a bust. We walked in and Val was there. My work hotline rang and I ran into Mouse as I was heading out. What are the fucking odds? Probably a little minor backlash from toying with entropy so much, but it's nice to buy the estate sale antiquities that will have the highest resale on eBay. Helps to pay the bills. Sucky part? The call was a prank: no job. Just an hour and a half of my time wasted. Asshat.
Went to the park afterwards to keep tabs on things and think. It occurs to me that I've got a metric fuckload of theory, but have not done a whole lot of application of said theory over the past couple years. That, and I'm itching to flex what I can do with Forces. I've got some ideas I want to test out--before I might need them--to see if they work. But, dammit, I need space to do it in. Sanctum? Too small. Houseboat? Way too small.
Mouse showed up. Turns out that there are Black Spiral Dancers making mischief down in Colorado. And there's groups of them established in Seattle and Hanford. Thankfully, that seems to really be more a problem for the local garou than me, though I imagine it might spill over eventually. I also learned that the tribe Emma's from is full of ignorant, muscle-bound, small-penis-wielding assholes who like to threaten Mouse every so often. That might explain why Emma, earlier, was complaining about her not really feeling like she fits in here and how she seems to be having some trouble re-adjusting. Poor Mouse. Poor Emma.
I talked with Mouse about how I might be useful in getting them a better deal on a slice of real estate, because they're looking to house more garou if it all goes to hell in a handbasket out in the woods from these bees and brambles. Pretty easy to pull off: just use some Entropy to find the better deal and some Mind to see who's desperate to sell and willing to negotiate. Huh. You know, I might be able to make a killing flipping houses like that instead of working the antiquities markets, which takes more time. I'll have to think about that more: I like antiques more than houses.
It occurred to me that the Glass Walkers might have a large, quiet training area within the city that I might use for doing some Forces work. I asked Mouse about it and they apparently have (in addition to the tenament) a place out in the woods. I obviously wouldn't want to do anything with fire there, but there's other things I could work on. Flying. Shielding. Immobilization. Telekinesis. Etc. I think Val might crap herself if she knew I could fly. But do I really want Mouse seeing this? Knowing I can do it? Or doing it where they might spy on me? Maybe I need to just rent a vacant warehouse someplace?
