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Yesterday I stopped being surly, put on my Big Boy pants, and started returning people's calls. Actually, I kind of realized I was acting childish the night before when Silvertip sent that annoying bird spirit over to ask if she could come get some help. I'm kind of shocked, looking back, at my own behavior. That's not like me. I think getting injured and slammed by paradox, when I was not ready for it, threw me off. That and fear of the consequences of having worked that much vulgar magic all at once. I'd never done so much before, and I've seen first-hand the consequences. Which reminds me, I should go pay Peter Kenward a visit in the asylum. Just in case he's coming out of his 15+ years of Quiet. :(
I called up Thomas. He offered to compensate me. I half-jokingly mentioned a fetish. He didn't seem to be willing to trade--unsurprisingly--but did mention that he'd keep an eye out for "something interesting" and let me look at his coat, which his grandmother had made, and I believe is a fetish of some sort. A Fox fetish? Intriguing. I'll bug him at a later date. I wonder if I could talk to a spirit in the fetish and get it to work for me? I need to see one used, I think, with my "magic goggles" on, before I can assess my own ability to activate or deactivate one. He also explained that he'd escaped by transmuting into air. And that he'd hoped to transmute into the gas fire prior to that. Proooobably best that he had not as I was >< close to manipulating that fire to hit the skin-faced Spiral. I saw Thomas diving for the flames and that's why I'd gone vulgar and grounded a bolt of electricity into Skin-Face instead. I mentioned how it'd be nice to have the horn that broke off that one metis Spiral in the fight, but Thomas made it sound like there were FBI agents crawling all over the scene. Best to wait until later, probably. Thomas also instructed me to not tell anyone about his ability to transmute into elements. Likely that's his last-ditch means of escape. Might also be a lot of other werefoxes' last-ditch means of escape.
I called Val up. She'd been pissed earlier because I'd introduced myself to Ciuraq and not told her about it. (Like I have to tell her everything I do? Shyeah, right. But, yeah, it'd have been something I should have done in hindsight. I've been a little overwhelmed recently.) Fortunately it seemed like she got over it given enough time. Sheesh. Women, right?
I told her about the fact that the spirals had been in town shooting ravens with the express purpose of finding her, capturing her alive, and taking her back to the Seattle Hive so they could torment information out of her about the sept--and any other useful information or secrets she might have. She wanted to know how I got the information. I didn't tell her. (I suspect she has a good idea, but I don't feel like confirming it.) She asked why Thomas was at the warehouse and why they came after him, because he'd not shared that info earlier. i told her if Thomas hadn't told her, she needed to get that information out of Thomas. Then my phone croaked on me.
Speaking of, cute couple of texts from Emma before all this happened. I think she's all sweet on me. Which is both awesome and, at the same time, worrisome. Dammit.
Thomas called me up with an emergency situation. Naomi got picked up by the FBI and brought in for questioning. I sent a RED ALERT e-mail to the Walkers updating them of the situation and suggesting that it sounded like they're just on a fishing trip and that Naomi'll be cut loose soon as she had zero connections to what actually went down in that warehouse with Thomas, myself, Eddy, and three spirals. Lucky her.
I decided to try and do something new last night: burn off some paradox. I'd read about doing this before, but it was surprisingly intuitive--like releasing pressure from a balloon. Except.... Frankly? More like taking the magical equivalent of a piss. I did it. "Pressure" lessened. Waited. Nothing happened. A read a paperback. Nothing happened. Hours and hours later, I decided to call it a day and go to bed. THEN it happened. Right as I was dozing off, I could hear something scratching in the walls. Whispers just... just couldn't quite make out what they were saying. And that pulled me out of dozing off--LIKE HOW! Thorough investigation of the walls and floor and ceiling and electronics with speakers and.... Nothing. Nothing I could sense, at least. I do miss things from time to time. Satisfied it was my imagination, I went back to bed a couple hours later. FUCK! Happened again, right as I was about to doze off. Checked again. Nothing. Pretty sure this is the paradox burn-off effect, but how can I know for sure? Maybe it's something else? I've been up for about 30 hours now. This sucks so damn much.
I called up Thomas. He offered to compensate me. I half-jokingly mentioned a fetish. He didn't seem to be willing to trade--unsurprisingly--but did mention that he'd keep an eye out for "something interesting" and let me look at his coat, which his grandmother had made, and I believe is a fetish of some sort. A Fox fetish? Intriguing. I'll bug him at a later date. I wonder if I could talk to a spirit in the fetish and get it to work for me? I need to see one used, I think, with my "magic goggles" on, before I can assess my own ability to activate or deactivate one. He also explained that he'd escaped by transmuting into air. And that he'd hoped to transmute into the gas fire prior to that. Proooobably best that he had not as I was >< close to manipulating that fire to hit the skin-faced Spiral. I saw Thomas diving for the flames and that's why I'd gone vulgar and grounded a bolt of electricity into Skin-Face instead. I mentioned how it'd be nice to have the horn that broke off that one metis Spiral in the fight, but Thomas made it sound like there were FBI agents crawling all over the scene. Best to wait until later, probably. Thomas also instructed me to not tell anyone about his ability to transmute into elements. Likely that's his last-ditch means of escape. Might also be a lot of other werefoxes' last-ditch means of escape.
I called Val up. She'd been pissed earlier because I'd introduced myself to Ciuraq and not told her about it. (Like I have to tell her everything I do? Shyeah, right. But, yeah, it'd have been something I should have done in hindsight. I've been a little overwhelmed recently.) Fortunately it seemed like she got over it given enough time. Sheesh. Women, right?
I told her about the fact that the spirals had been in town shooting ravens with the express purpose of finding her, capturing her alive, and taking her back to the Seattle Hive so they could torment information out of her about the sept--and any other useful information or secrets she might have. She wanted to know how I got the information. I didn't tell her. (I suspect she has a good idea, but I don't feel like confirming it.) She asked why Thomas was at the warehouse and why they came after him, because he'd not shared that info earlier. i told her if Thomas hadn't told her, she needed to get that information out of Thomas. Then my phone croaked on me.
Speaking of, cute couple of texts from Emma before all this happened. I think she's all sweet on me. Which is both awesome and, at the same time, worrisome. Dammit.
Thomas called me up with an emergency situation. Naomi got picked up by the FBI and brought in for questioning. I sent a RED ALERT e-mail to the Walkers updating them of the situation and suggesting that it sounded like they're just on a fishing trip and that Naomi'll be cut loose soon as she had zero connections to what actually went down in that warehouse with Thomas, myself, Eddy, and three spirals. Lucky her.
I decided to try and do something new last night: burn off some paradox. I'd read about doing this before, but it was surprisingly intuitive--like releasing pressure from a balloon. Except.... Frankly? More like taking the magical equivalent of a piss. I did it. "Pressure" lessened. Waited. Nothing happened. A read a paperback. Nothing happened. Hours and hours later, I decided to call it a day and go to bed. THEN it happened. Right as I was dozing off, I could hear something scratching in the walls. Whispers just... just couldn't quite make out what they were saying. And that pulled me out of dozing off--LIKE HOW! Thorough investigation of the walls and floor and ceiling and electronics with speakers and.... Nothing. Nothing I could sense, at least. I do miss things from time to time. Satisfied it was my imagination, I went back to bed a couple hours later. FUCK! Happened again, right as I was about to doze off. Checked again. Nothing. Pretty sure this is the paradox burn-off effect, but how can I know for sure? Maybe it's something else? I've been up for about 30 hours now. This sucks so damn much.
