Nick "Nicodemus" Dalton (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nick_garou) wrote2012-09-30 09:58 am
nick_garou) wrote2012-09-30 09:58 am
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Thursday I snagged a good deal on a van for the Walkers, put it under VisionAire's corporate name and insurance, and helped Flint get a load of lumber to work on. That evening, I took the van out for a spin down I-90, parked down the road from the cabin, and gave the residents the heebie jeebies again. It only took about 5 minutes until they were out the door leaving everything behind, and speeding off in their car. Job well done, I headed off to the Walkers' wooded property.
Hiking out to the property at night wasn't too bad due to the full moon and my own magical heightening of senses. I got there kind of late--and tired--so I just set up camp, slept, and spent Friday reading my Kindle and walking the perimeter of the Walker's property. You know, I ought to ask Mouse about putting up No Tresspassing signs to keep out any hunters, hikers, or campers who wander into the vicinity.
Friday night I crossed over into the astral plane to mix things up a little. I used Correspondence paired with Matter and Forces. Levitated a rock a few hundred feet into the air, let it drop, then tried teleporting it to a different location with a different angle on its exit velocity. It was neat watching the falling rock disappear and then simultaneously re-appear 100' away and launching itself in an arc across the meadow. I got to playing around a little more, seeing if I could pull off the effect multiple times before the rock hit the ground. A mage version of skipping rocks across a lake, except without a lake involved. I could keep the rock sailing through the air almost indefinitely--so long as I didn't have it rematerialize too close to the ground. My reaction time isn't fast enough in some instances: it takes a little time to weave the magic. I ended the night by lighting one of the brush piles Salem'd left and then converting the flames into electricity. I'm getting a lot better at this radical magic--and it'd have been impossible, or ridiculously dangerous and time consuming, if I'd never had access to the astral plane. I crossed back over, slept late, and drove back to the RV for a shower and a change of clothes.
On the way to the tenement, the van died. I ran into Riley. We talked a bit (she seems fairly level-headed, even on a full moon, and I suppose that's a perk to being a ragabash.) I offered to loan her my bulletproof vest if she ever needed it. There was a lot of activity in the suburb where I'd broken down, and Maddie, Kitty, and Owen showed up just a few minutes before minutes before this young couple passed by with a little handtruck porting a decent-sized plant--with an eyeball on a stalk lurking amongst the leaves, and it was watching us as it was pulled on by. They were taking it towards a camera crew, which was going to be filming the various oddball vegetables and plants that've been popping up around the outskirts of the bawn. The eyeball plant was the craziest thing I could see, so I used some Mind magic to work the couple into selling it to me for $700. Loaded it into the van. Done.
We went to see what was up with the television crew. We got in close, they started rolling tape, and then their batteries died. I'd noticed that the van's battery wasn't cranking (although the blinkers were working in hindsight), my cell had died, Riley's cell had died, the cameras' batteries had died, and the guy I asked if he had the time pulled out.... a dead cell phone. Paradox. Probably from playing with all that electricity the night before. I decided to turn it to an advantage. I passed by the camera crew's truck, hopefully killing their backup batteries (and maybe even their car battery), and rejoining the group. Maddie made some kind of distraction on the guard (tipped over a trash can and covered him with the stuff--he quit and stormed off) watching the back gate to the house where there was supposedly a plant that ate a dog. Owen, Maddie and Kitty hacked the giant venus flytrap up (rotting dead lapdog inside) and chucked the remains over the back fence while I kept watch. We got away in the nick of time. (Got the van towed--I had to stay away from the damn thing--and I got a room in a nearby no-tell motel to spend the night and let the paradox run its course.)
I emailed the Walkers an update about the crazy crap that went on, and I claimed the plant I'd bought died that night. It didn't, though. It's fine. Just needed to be fed a lttle tass. I'll see about pawning this thing off--maybe down in San Fran. I bet someone with Life magic might be interested in it.
Got a call today from the cabin's owner. He said his renters are breaking their contract at the end of the month (today) because of claimed bug and rodent infestations, even though he and two exterminators (and exterminations) have turned up zero evidence. Asked me if I was still interested in renting or--preferably buying. Long story short, the place is mine, I've got a month of free rent on it while we're waiting for the paperwork to go through (and for me to ascertain that there is no infestation problem).
And now I have a fern eyeballing me. Creepy.
Hiking out to the property at night wasn't too bad due to the full moon and my own magical heightening of senses. I got there kind of late--and tired--so I just set up camp, slept, and spent Friday reading my Kindle and walking the perimeter of the Walker's property. You know, I ought to ask Mouse about putting up No Tresspassing signs to keep out any hunters, hikers, or campers who wander into the vicinity.
Friday night I crossed over into the astral plane to mix things up a little. I used Correspondence paired with Matter and Forces. Levitated a rock a few hundred feet into the air, let it drop, then tried teleporting it to a different location with a different angle on its exit velocity. It was neat watching the falling rock disappear and then simultaneously re-appear 100' away and launching itself in an arc across the meadow. I got to playing around a little more, seeing if I could pull off the effect multiple times before the rock hit the ground. A mage version of skipping rocks across a lake, except without a lake involved. I could keep the rock sailing through the air almost indefinitely--so long as I didn't have it rematerialize too close to the ground. My reaction time isn't fast enough in some instances: it takes a little time to weave the magic. I ended the night by lighting one of the brush piles Salem'd left and then converting the flames into electricity. I'm getting a lot better at this radical magic--and it'd have been impossible, or ridiculously dangerous and time consuming, if I'd never had access to the astral plane. I crossed back over, slept late, and drove back to the RV for a shower and a change of clothes.
On the way to the tenement, the van died. I ran into Riley. We talked a bit (she seems fairly level-headed, even on a full moon, and I suppose that's a perk to being a ragabash.) I offered to loan her my bulletproof vest if she ever needed it. There was a lot of activity in the suburb where I'd broken down, and Maddie, Kitty, and Owen showed up just a few minutes before minutes before this young couple passed by with a little handtruck porting a decent-sized plant--with an eyeball on a stalk lurking amongst the leaves, and it was watching us as it was pulled on by. They were taking it towards a camera crew, which was going to be filming the various oddball vegetables and plants that've been popping up around the outskirts of the bawn. The eyeball plant was the craziest thing I could see, so I used some Mind magic to work the couple into selling it to me for $700. Loaded it into the van. Done.
We went to see what was up with the television crew. We got in close, they started rolling tape, and then their batteries died. I'd noticed that the van's battery wasn't cranking (although the blinkers were working in hindsight), my cell had died, Riley's cell had died, the cameras' batteries had died, and the guy I asked if he had the time pulled out.... a dead cell phone. Paradox. Probably from playing with all that electricity the night before. I decided to turn it to an advantage. I passed by the camera crew's truck, hopefully killing their backup batteries (and maybe even their car battery), and rejoining the group. Maddie made some kind of distraction on the guard (tipped over a trash can and covered him with the stuff--he quit and stormed off) watching the back gate to the house where there was supposedly a plant that ate a dog. Owen, Maddie and Kitty hacked the giant venus flytrap up (rotting dead lapdog inside) and chucked the remains over the back fence while I kept watch. We got away in the nick of time. (Got the van towed--I had to stay away from the damn thing--and I got a room in a nearby no-tell motel to spend the night and let the paradox run its course.)
I emailed the Walkers an update about the crazy crap that went on, and I claimed the plant I'd bought died that night. It didn't, though. It's fine. Just needed to be fed a lttle tass. I'll see about pawning this thing off--maybe down in San Fran. I bet someone with Life magic might be interested in it.
Got a call today from the cabin's owner. He said his renters are breaking their contract at the end of the month (today) because of claimed bug and rodent infestations, even though he and two exterminators (and exterminations) have turned up zero evidence. Asked me if I was still interested in renting or--preferably buying. Long story short, the place is mine, I've got a month of free rent on it while we're waiting for the paperwork to go through (and for me to ascertain that there is no infestation problem).
And now I have a fern eyeballing me. Creepy.