"So what you’re telling us overall, is that our covens aren’t rely tolerated here, for now. But that you expect us to be even more load-bearing to whatever sort of safety we can carve out of Vossden here."
Webber said all of it very slowly, as if attempting to lay each word of his assertion down like stones without gaps. I knew either one of them would say it, or I would have to. My ability to allow others to be optimally warm, no matter what temperature around them, really will change a lot.
But it ans nothing without their cooperation. It ans nothing if the people with magic that enable the not-magic find our side less appealing than seeking out another Chosen.
"Yes. You are as essential as I am, if not more considering your other practical skills. If you’d like to think of in terms of your magic, I am more like a conduit for a spell. One that provides no benefit to anyone else on her own."
Strangely, despite my logic telling that and my emotions mostly agreeing, I also feel so inner pushback to the last statent. It cos along with the eyes of that silly, leftover white wolf plushie in my mindscape gaining fire-opals for its eyes.
> Don’t look at like that. Like you’re trying to remind she said she needed . I haven’t... forgotten. <
"N-not to the thousands down below... I only have room in most tis to care about the safety of that child over there."
Martha’s eyes caught mine across the table. A look that said she understood, but didn’t believe , all at once. The kind that suggested she’d have things to say later, if we found room to talk.
A good a reason as any to slink away quickly when this is all over!
"Which brings us back to you specifically. Now that I’ve laid out everything I know, I’d like to extend the first *formal* invitation among your peers. If you’re still willing."
"What does it involve?"
"Physical contact for six seconds. A mont of intent from . And then you would be connected the sa way Martha is. Hopefully contributing points passively, but definitely receiving the Tolerance benefit the rest of the pack now shares."
Which, I was told, created lots of pandemonium when people realized. Martha was able to rediate quickly for that day, for all of those who were up on the floor for ’my people’. While I was busy finishing up with Kyrie and the bear.
> And I also learned while trying to get along with Anise, that... one of her problems seeing yesterday was feeling and having Tolerance explained to her. She’d felt guilty about having to think if it might have sohow saved Jessica... just like I did. <
"I won’t pretend. You would be bound to sothing I don’t fully understand... in a way that I am not sure can be undone. I have seen evidence that you can change which Chosen you pledge to, which suggests there may be many - but you may forever be connected to a force of mysterious origin, as I seem to be."
His hands ca together over the table, fingers lacing into a bridge with a patient look on his face. A have a feeling he has things to say to , too. The way elders always look when they have wisdom to provide.
"I’ve been ready since I wrote that note. If the Lunar Goddess wanted sothing else to be happening, she would not have blessed you - or made it abundantly clear that the Ricoat pack has special favor. But I appreciate you letting hear the full picture first."
"Even if it was all spoken for our sake and not his."
Dr. Lifton speaks her version of these events. One not entirely wrong, but definitely not worth correcting, as I stand and put my hand over his. Glowing green in my sight...
> Tch. I even knew that this not-magic couldn’t be seen by others, why didn’t I even suspect about the eyeglow?! <
| TARGET: ??? Webber |
| SPECIES: Human |
| VITALS: Normal, ??? |
| NOTES: ??? |
...
"Sothing wrong?"
My eye twitches at his question as I’m reminded again that this seemingly omnipotent system sotis has elusive points to it. Martha also had unresolved question marks on her Vitals and Notes. I can assu that it has sothing to do with being a witch.
But what is with his first na still being hidden?
"I’m not sure. Uh..."
| ANNEXATION ⚝! |
Well, of course. Things were going so well, seed about ti for complications. Staring at the unresolved tangle of word that I’ve only seen ntioned as imdiate Success before now, I almost don’t notice how his na actually moves to the Pack Roster.
Tilting my head and taking a small step back, I tap on his na and frown. Narrowing my eyes, feeling my claws lengthen, I take another *firm* step back and place myself in front of Asha and these people. These witches who have... seed so nice.
"Do you have sothing to tell , Mr. Webber?"
"Not unless you’re forcing to admit it out loud. We usually just don’t talk about it. This is really interesting, by the way."
Watching the old man flex his hand, touch different surfaces, and ultimately smile and nod is unnerving. Mostly because of what I’d seen added to my | Occultic Reservoir | gain numbers.
Giant compared to Martha’s fourteen. But more than that, it *jumps* wildly with the lowest at an 18 and the highest a 99. But not so quickly I can’t see so kind of pattern. Every two digit number that flickers adds back together to nine.
Revealing things... that chill my blood and make growl.
> Fucking nines! Hells damned fae-loving blood magic Asura... no, no calm down. That’s my world, not this one. Not... <
With that firmly in mind, I also catch on the very frequent seeming 72, which I believe has sothing or other to do with this world’s... demonology? From a man who told what a warlock was!
My clothes stretch with my partial shifts. Good clothes. Ones I would have preferred to not destroy! A fact which finally calms enough to think about things from different angles. Before fur can sprout all over my body.
When I was glancing around the internet for supernatural information so many weeks ago, I also saw sothing about angelic beings and that number. Nurology is highly culturally relevant.
> The mathematics of this world’s illusory state - and the religions that developed upon it compared to my own - may not align. <
That sa value could an a lot of things. Even just a sense of spiritual harmony. I won’t know... unless I ask soone who does know. Soone I can trust.
Webber still looks slightly amused, but not at . Michelle has her hands over her head, as if it could protect her from the violence I might unleash... while Sue just drinks the last of her tea. Martha is the only one looking at - and waiting.
"Lodestone: Why would a magical practitioner’s na be hidden and what importance does nine have toward this world’s mystical practices?"
...And look at that, apparently what I trust most is so other kind of created ’system’...
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