Nick "Nicodemus" Dalton (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nick_garou) wrote2014-10-23 11:20 pm
nick_garou) wrote2014-10-23 11:20 pm
Productivity is productive.
I ran into Val earlier this week in Harbor Park. We caught up a bit. She gave me the original document that Slug'd found in The Hermitage's library. I told her I was going to see about using that to see if I could learn more about who wrote it, what they were /thinking/ when they wrote it, etc. Basically, I'm going to do a bit of magick, and then give it back to her. Val also mentioned that she was enlisting garou to help her take down a buzzard (evil version of a corax) she'd been at odds with for a long while, now. I offered to do some defensive overwatch and to help prevent any escape attempts, but told her I wasn't going to be doing any offense. She acknowledged that and commented that, based upon what she knew about me, that she was glad I had morals like I did, because I'd be one scary mo' fo' if I didn't.
I agreed with her.
All the more reason to not go down that slippery slope. I still regret killing that vampire this past summer. Even though I knew, once I'd released her, she'd have come after me. But.... I did what I did to save the lives of three mages. And likely more vampires. That's.... My head hurts trying to do the calculus on that.
Spent the rest of the week doing some stock portfolio work for Terminus (and myself and communicated my positions to the mages I'd networked my hot stock tips with) followed by more prep work with the wards I'm establishing around the cabin in both realm and the umbra. I also buried three more 25-lb canisters of propane in different locations about the yard--making a total of 6 canisters. I would not want to be someone coming onto this property with hostile intentions, let me tell you!
Thursday night was the night Val and the garou were heading out to tackle the buzzard. She'd told me the location earlier, then phoned in when they were arriving, who all was there, etc. I'd prepped everything in advance and, from the comfort, warmth, and familiarity of my cabin's greatroom (which doubles as my Sanctum), I reached out with my senses to observe as the garou attempted to scout the area, got spotted, and then got into a nasty brawl. Reed got blasted point-blank by a shotgun before I was able to do anything substantial about that. (He was fine later thanks to the werewolves' miraculous healing abilities.) Dakota got jumped by a Spiral, but I was able to shield her from the initial flurry (and damn it was a flurry) of claws and teeth. (She seemed to use a gift that offered her some mild levels of shielding, too. Interesting, but not effective enough.) Then, as others rushed in to help her, I dropped the effect and summoned up a sudden gust of wind to deflect some acidic vomit the buzzard horked up away from Slug's face and onto the roof elsewhere--and then he stuffed a grenade down the buzzard's throat and THAT WAS THAT! Val's right: corax (and buzzards) are not designed to be warriors like the garou are. Granted, I don't think I'd fare much better if someone put a flashbang grenade in my mouth and I didn't have access to any magick.
As the battle was winding down to the point where garou were just killing stragglers, I took a moment to scan the barn for anything of magical importance--something I might make off with for my troubles--and came up empty. But DEAR GOD the shit that was in that barn. Gah. Spirals. They are some sick and twisted motherfuckers. I hope they're able to cleanse and save some of the wolves that were in there. I've got this bizarre urge to adopt a wolf puppy, but I don't think LOLcat would ever forgive me.
Eventually, in scanning over the area, I noticed that Reggie seemed to be sensing the magic I was using and pretty excited about it. He didn't seem to know where or who it was coming from, though. I watched a little longer, and then I dropped the effect entirely. Uktena.
Might have saved a life or two tonight. Won't ever get thanked for it, but them's the breaks. Now for a well-deserved glass of fine whiskey and an early bedtime for a change.
I agreed with her.
All the more reason to not go down that slippery slope. I still regret killing that vampire this past summer. Even though I knew, once I'd released her, she'd have come after me. But.... I did what I did to save the lives of three mages. And likely more vampires. That's.... My head hurts trying to do the calculus on that.
Spent the rest of the week doing some stock portfolio work for Terminus (and myself and communicated my positions to the mages I'd networked my hot stock tips with) followed by more prep work with the wards I'm establishing around the cabin in both realm and the umbra. I also buried three more 25-lb canisters of propane in different locations about the yard--making a total of 6 canisters. I would not want to be someone coming onto this property with hostile intentions, let me tell you!
Thursday night was the night Val and the garou were heading out to tackle the buzzard. She'd told me the location earlier, then phoned in when they were arriving, who all was there, etc. I'd prepped everything in advance and, from the comfort, warmth, and familiarity of my cabin's greatroom (which doubles as my Sanctum), I reached out with my senses to observe as the garou attempted to scout the area, got spotted, and then got into a nasty brawl. Reed got blasted point-blank by a shotgun before I was able to do anything substantial about that. (He was fine later thanks to the werewolves' miraculous healing abilities.) Dakota got jumped by a Spiral, but I was able to shield her from the initial flurry (and damn it was a flurry) of claws and teeth. (She seemed to use a gift that offered her some mild levels of shielding, too. Interesting, but not effective enough.) Then, as others rushed in to help her, I dropped the effect and summoned up a sudden gust of wind to deflect some acidic vomit the buzzard horked up away from Slug's face and onto the roof elsewhere--and then he stuffed a grenade down the buzzard's throat and THAT WAS THAT! Val's right: corax (and buzzards) are not designed to be warriors like the garou are. Granted, I don't think I'd fare much better if someone put a flashbang grenade in my mouth and I didn't have access to any magick.
As the battle was winding down to the point where garou were just killing stragglers, I took a moment to scan the barn for anything of magical importance--something I might make off with for my troubles--and came up empty. But DEAR GOD the shit that was in that barn. Gah. Spirals. They are some sick and twisted motherfuckers. I hope they're able to cleanse and save some of the wolves that were in there. I've got this bizarre urge to adopt a wolf puppy, but I don't think LOLcat would ever forgive me.
Eventually, in scanning over the area, I noticed that Reggie seemed to be sensing the magic I was using and pretty excited about it. He didn't seem to know where or who it was coming from, though. I watched a little longer, and then I dropped the effect entirely. Uktena.
Might have saved a life or two tonight. Won't ever get thanked for it, but them's the breaks. Now for a well-deserved glass of fine whiskey and an early bedtime for a change.