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Post by littlekreen on Oct 7, 2018 17:47:53 GMT -6
Flynn nodded trying to remember to explain, "If I need a husk split open I'll know who to call! No, the Far and Deep do all the fighting against spikers. Corrupt ones of my kind halfway to voidbrood. They make a concentrated pushes against the blue line and thrive off of suffering and conflict. We cannot build walls long enough to keep them out so we have an eternal defensive line. Sometimes Far and Deep pay for a squad of willed to rain weapons fire from above. The Thirteen are strong like Rahal leading the fight against spikers since nearly the inception of our race, by all records. The least among the thirteen leaders have reincarnated several times and none have never known our peace."
Flynn's crest fluffs with a toothy smile at Molly ruffling the hair of the whelps, "I think I would like them to see the home of a Far and Deep that is not at war. I have seen Yuri at our Keeper's creche watching our whelps coloring and looking dire for it."
The third eyelid blinked across taking her iris away, "Unseen? Out of sight maybe. Well then unseen care it is. I don't need them coming back home with a human whelp dragged behind. If your teeth mean plant eating I suppose Quinn can try some. Thebus should not. They should find their words soon and stop being so tower-ridden."
A trilled whistle sent the boys with springs for legs leaping onto Flynn's back, "They are good boys. Keepers past and the females seeking bred aggression out of our males over time. Only the far and deep have males healthy and numbered enough to dedicate to another. Far and Deep whelps can be more difficult. They start herding the others."
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Post by demikara on Oct 11, 2018 15:59:10 GMT -6
Far and Deep must be soldiers then. Spikers...kind of like zombies and voidbrood were full zombies. The Thirteen were generals then. And reincarnation was a thing for that species which was interesting. It was also mildly confusing but that was life. Well, the kids were now glamoured at least, so they'd stick out less overall. That would help. As for a husk for the other, she still wasn't sure. She kind of winged the steps to getting an unseen family settled, given there really weren't any manuals on the subject.
"Out of sight is probably the meaning we're going for now." She admitted. "Right now, we're still at the keeping our heads down stage of things. It's been less than a year since mundanes, people without magic, found out about the unseen, beings with magic." She shrugged. "It's not been going so well. But it could be going worse. No one has mentioned concentration camps for us yet, or taken steps to killing us all, so hey. Progress." Fundamentalists from a variety of religions had called for their deaths though. Molly was glad that here wasn't as bad as some of the theocracies out there, but it was still difficult. There were still questions out there, such as whether they were human, and laws applied to them, or if they were animals, and thus could be killed wholesale.
Still, she couldn't just leave the other yet. "We need to find you a husk, then get you some documentation. I'm not certain what all you need for a husk though, so you'll have to tell me more about it, so we can figure something out."
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Post by littlekreen on Oct 11, 2018 17:45:48 GMT -6
Flynn thumbed at her pack, "I have to use my blood fulcrum to draw the ritual. I take some of the dead outer coatings and inscribe them with their name. From the human I took hair, shards of clothing, and some of his disgusting hair. He was useful but I did him no harm. Why are the humans so cracked for killing without purpose? Reachers walk home as strange creatures all the time and we just get told to take our husks off."
Her iris and eye-shine flip out for a moment, "In any case for the husk I have to draw the fire within their veins around their heart up to their head within the ritual number patterns. Our kind can see your veins with a still hunter's eye. Using the fulcrum and my blood I make that path scroll of flesh."
Flynn pivots to get her arm deep within her pack then returns with a box that only just fit her palm. Hexagonal and festooned with worn motifs An ornate key set into one face. Atop it stained glass of the redwood humanoid named The Red Lady underneath clear parts seen a black dust that swirled endlessly to and fro. Metal tinkled some faint tune at times part real yet hollow melody strikes echo from its place in the dreaming to keen senses. Tinges of ozone wafted from it a shimmer of an idle foci resonating with the recent efforts here. The whole of its magical aura exuding a faint animalistic intelligence especially to psions.
A firm clawed grip kept tight to the precious tool by very long habit, "I can expend that path shroud on myself to grow the husk or to build a shrine to cut small parts. The shrine regrows what I take from it if fed sweets unless the husked dies or a funerary burn to break the link."
A claw tapped the center of her chest where her heart was, "Only silvertongue spikers make husks without a fulcrum. They are happy to murder the rest are too violent for the arcane. Even us reachers have lines we will not cross much less a bloodwrit that must not."
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Post by demikara on Oct 15, 2018 6:17:02 GMT -6
Molly bit her bottom lip. "It may be trickier to find someone then. A lot can be done with fingernails and hair and the like. It means a lot of the unseen are careful about that stuff." They could do it, but it would be trickier. Blood magic and using bits of people would a tricky sale though. People didn't really like putting themselves at risk at all. The sergeant considered her options and frowned. She couldn't think of anyone right off the bat. And a willing host would work much better apparently. Maybe if she...no, that wouldn't work. She shouldn't deceive anyone over this.
Maybe if she just asked around? Maybe not though. Ugh, this was difficult. There had to be some way that would work out. "I can't think of anyone. But I'm sure there has to be some way." They just had to find it. And the other wasn't really familiar enough to be much of a help for this. Some one else may know more people in the Unseen, but Molly spent her hours at work, doing research, or working out. She didn't really interact with people in the Unseen outside of work. There were enough people there to have friends of course, but for the most part, well. Her schedule didn't really allow for clubs or anything like that, not when a case could make her have to drop everything.
The fae tugged on her ear lobe and considered options. Whoever it was shouldn't be anyone with a key job or position, including police, which meant all of MCU was out and so were most of the people she knew. It sounded like the procedure was relatively safe at least, which would reassure whoever it was done with. But finding someone...it may take a day or two and Molly didn't know where to put Flynn and her kids in the meantime.
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Post by littlekreen on Oct 15, 2018 16:54:19 GMT -6
Flynn shrugs and nods, "A willing husk is an observer allowed to watch the path of a life. Still best to keep safe from divinations if they know how they can see what I do with it so too the other. But willing husk do not risk path contact both ways like an unwitting or a void husk. I will not have to worry like with wastrel Bill's condition."
Head bobbing she thumps her tail twice a toothy mouth agape, "ReeReeRee Maybe he inherits my good sense and survives. A reacher's good sense is maybe a mixed blessing!"
Thebus upon seeing the movement from her breast leapt into action. Specifically two toddler-fast steps toward the moving tail then an elbow drop grabbing tight to wrestle with it.
"WARK! You little fluffbrain!", exclaimed Flynn with a warble staring at Thebus whom looked back with her tail in his mouth.
She turned back as Thebus dropped the tail from his mouth then continued to wrestle with it, "The teeth still hurt. I can stay here if it is a place for not-human while you can find someone. There are small things my whelps can eat and I need to prepare for the ritual anyway. I will need a bowl, sweetwater or saltwater, and something metal to set the husk upon. I can stabilize it after."
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Post by demikara on Oct 16, 2018 6:52:11 GMT -6
"Alright, if you're sure. If you need any supplies, I'll drop by once a day until we can find someone." She said, firmly. "As for sweet water...if you mean fresh water, water that isn't salty, then the stream we cleaned them in is fresh water. And I'll come back later today with the supplies you need for the husk. How big is the metal that you need?" Hopefully not too big. She didn't want to think of the difficulties involved in finding and transporting a human sized slab of metal. If she was lucky, it would just be a metal bowl or plate or something of the like. "Is there any particular metal- no you won't know our names for them. I'll bring samples." She compromised and shrugged. Samples and descriptions of the properties of each.
Molly giggled at the shout and looked to Thebus. "That one is trouble." But adorable trouble. "And yeah, it's partially physical, because I'm Very Good at what I do, but somethings, like teeth, I didn't want to mess with."
Well, she had a busy day ahead of her. Not including casework, she had to find something metal for the husk, a bowl, and someone willing to let the other being take their form, preferably female given the two small ones. That was a tall order. Molly mentally crossed off her trip to the lab. It would have been fun, but it wasn't to be today. It wasn't meant to be entirely too often.
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Post by littlekreen on Oct 16, 2018 13:29:32 GMT -6
Flynn straightened her hands and mimed a square the size of a large tome, "I know some from your archaic tongue. Just enough unpainted metal to hold the shroud out of the bowl."
The saurid thwacked Thebus with her fluffy tail whom sputtered then continued playing with it and licked Quinn's head for quietly napping before continuing. Quinn reached up and fiddled with the new cowlick.
A few of the archaic element words from the human tongue came to mind her throat held to speak latin scratching at the dirt, "We use ganblood but for you red-bloods your metal is different. Your blood is made of it the metal should be common?"
She pokes Thebus who topples on his bum to wrap his legs around her tail and squeal, "Sweetwater, not just water, I smelled humans drinking it but our kind get very drunk. They give sweetfood to children here too! We would have inebriated flocks of whelps."
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Post by demikara on Oct 17, 2018 11:01:06 GMT -6
"Alright, I can do that. And we call that metal iron." Iron would be easier enough to get hold of. Still sweet water...soda, maybe? Maybe sweet tea? Molly would bring a few options and they could figure it out together. "I'm guessing you mean water with sugar in it? I can bring a few different types of sweetened water with me so we can find a good choice." Maybe just sugar water? Molly would make that herself. So she had a list of things she needed to do including the trickiest of them: finding someone willing to let Flynn use her appearance. How Molly was going to do that, she wasn't sure.
Wait. Did they have to be one this- no, she'd have even less luck searching on another plane. She'd stick to searching the area. "Okay I'm-" She paused and stared at the yellow thing at the edge of the circle. Was that? The thing hopped closer and Molly blinked as realized. That was.
Standing at the edge of the clearing was a stick wielding rubber duck with an army helmet on. The stick even had a bit of sharpened stone at the top, lashed on with what Molly assumed was grass. What was she looking at? It took another moment for her to realize.
"Catherine is going to kill him." She breathed more than said. Rahal had been dumping his ducks here. The magic on it was still active but who knew how many there were out here, how long his magic would last. "I...I have to tell someone about that thing. Um. Soon as I figure out who."
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Post by littlekreen on Oct 18, 2018 17:26:22 GMT -6
Flynn nodded while idly scritching Quinn's hairy head and wincing at Thebus' occasional biting, "Tongues says core dust. Yes, that is it. We get it from kelp roots deep underwater. We make sweetwater from it. No rotten kinds! Sanguine conduits are not made of medicine."
She looked over in the same direction as Molly squinting at the small yellow creature. It didn't look like a threat so maybe vermin to exterminate? It was small enough for the Whelps to take it.
A throaty rumble and growl got Thebus' immediate attention and Flynn jutted her head toward the duck, "RrRrUMPH No need to bother the warden it is small enough for the whelps."
Thebus's small toddler eyes dilated with the rest of his tensed muscles after a long second. His small brain seeing the target in the distance as his mother sent him to hunt. A coiled spring Thebus took off at a dead sprint but at the whelp's top speed. A hoarse whistled peal from the tense-faced toddler signaled pursuit of prey to whelps not much more cogent thought than an impulsive rage zombie. It got Quinn to his feet in a tailing placid jog following his brother whatever he was off to eat. They were both bottomless pits of eat.
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Post by demikara on Oct 18, 2018 17:55:28 GMT -6
Molly laughed as they went after it. "That's. That's not the issue. I mean, yes they're pests but they're also magical constructs. When Rahal gets drunk he just sort of emits them or something. It's some weird combination of alchemy and animation. He's supposed to dispose of them when he sobers up." And apparently he had disposed of them here! "Let the kids hunt them down. Who knows how many they are. They should turn back into whatever they were once they've been killed, I'm sure."
Oh this was going to be great. And it neatly solved the issue. Molly would let the whelps handle them and there was no need to report anything.
Molly giggles and nodded. "Sugar water then. I can put some of that together no issue." She'd make a good two gallons, just in case. Hopefully she'd make it sweet enough.
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Post by littlekreen on Oct 18, 2018 20:49:23 GMT -6
Flynn clicked her lips as a bulbous toddler missile howls in at the duck, "mek Constructs? It probably won't smell like food then. Still, good sport to train exercise the whelps."
Quinn was more of a mildly aggressive goldfish in his small bobbing curls still enthusiastically jogging along behind Thebus. Thebus's overalls pumping away as v2 legs piston his way on to juke sideways with the duck turning tail. A small duck had much shorter legs than Thebus however as a howling shadow blotted out the sun with toothy Thebus's angry toddler face. He'd left the ground in a flying leap at his prey both legs forward by instinct. Two toddler boots slam down on each side of the duck disloding its footing small hands held flat and high and coming down. Two pairs of five sausage fingers pimp-slapped the duck hard from each side. Thebus, momentarily concerned by his lack of claws, opted to grab the small creature instead. True to human toddlers as much as whelps his first instinct once having the duck in his hand was to put it in his mouth. A toothy maw hooded the ducks' light again until Thebus's tongue touched plastic. Immediately retracting his mouth from the duck went to his nose instead a nostril snuffling directly at the top of its forehead. Quinn then arrived with an excited bounce on his legs in plaintive whine clambered over Thebus's arms to see the booty.
Quinn Stood still with his mouth open and whined but Thebus held the duck close and croaked at Quinn instead. Thebus closed his mouth and looked wide eyed at Thebus then to the duck. Thebus held it up and out as both toddlers went for a exploratory snort at each side of the duck's head. The curly haired Quinn shook his head in an effort to scatter the smell then licked the duck as well getting much the same dry-heave as Thebus. They looked back to their mother and hot-footed it toward Flynn though not quite at the original sprint.
Flynn just huffed, "The whelps are smart enough not chew on rocks or rotten things after sticking them in their mouth. What is it made of?"
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Post by demikara on Oct 19, 2018 6:17:18 GMT -6
"Currently rubber." Molly answered. "It'll change back to what it was eventually. There's no telling what it originally was though. Rahal...he has a drinking problem." Molly shrugged, uncertain. "It's pretty bad. Sometimes he'll go awhile without touching a thing. Other times, he gets smashed several days in a row, and we get called out for each of them. He doesn't control his magic when he's drunk and it tends to cause chaos." The planeswalker looked a little uncertain. "We call it chaos magic, but it isn't actually. It's just strong and uncontrolled when he loses control."
And that was dangerous as hell. Molly watched the two boys and smiled. "They're sweet. There's who knows how many of those things here. The boys will have plenty to play with." More than enough, that was for sure. "But I do have to get going if I'm going to find you a volunteer for your husk, and all the supplies you need. Are you sure you'll be okay here?" That was her concern. She'd be back at the end of her work day, but until then, well. They'd be on their own. "The hunting is good, and you're free to start a fire in my clearing."
Shelter would be trickier, but Flynn could probably make a lean to with Molly's help, if it took too much longer. It would be rough living until Molly found a husk for the other, but she couldn't really provide more than that, unfortunately. There was only so much she could do after all, and most of the reserve was meant for more humanoid beings, or creatures who were not sentient, but were magical. Flynn and her whelps were not exactly the size and shape that any of the emergency housing places were equipped to handle. And Molly was pretty sure the other's claws or the kids play would just rip up a tent. She'd get them into better quarters as soon as she could though.
They were sentient beings. They deserved decent shelter that was free from mold and pests and would keep them warm and dry. Molly had strong opinions on things like this, and that wasn't about to change. She knew all too well what inadequate shelter looked like. Before MCU, she had dealt with that herself.
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Post by littlekreen on Oct 20, 2018 18:55:19 GMT -6
Flynn nodded and pumped her palms upward, "I'll be fine. Your willed Rahal needs to stop drinking sweetwater then! If this is losing control the male Rahal is very powerful. Maybe someone to get writs from. I will have to see if he can scribe uponthe me that spell to summon toys for the whelps."
She considered where chaos magic would fit in their teachings but came up dry, "I don't think our magic theory has a place for this chaos magic. Perhaps that is Grandfather Teeth's doing. Though all bloodwrit bond to most magic is that not disordered? Go then, I will see about getting somewhere drier to sleep. I have options I haven't used in ages. Tell Rahal to come and see us if he is interested in caring for the whelps. I'll be polite for a long while yet!"
The two toddlers came up to the saurid and held out their squirming prey though thebus had a spear sticking out of his cheek. Actually lodged in his fur the skin split since the glamor mimed an injury. Flynn sniffed at it and plucked the small spear out of Thebus whom giggled as Flynn sat up on her haunches. She sniffed the offering and snubbed it with a grunt. This left the whelps elated as while it wasn't food their prey was great fun to chase. Flynn handed the spear back to the duck as Quinn poked Thebus wanting to hold the angry foul tasting prey.
Thebus handed the Duck to Quinn their inquisitive hands getting small bites from the ineffective plastic beak. Quinn enthusiastically rubbed the duck's head with a serious expression as it destabilized. Thebus squeaked enthusiastically hands pressing tightly against the rubber duck pulsing and sparking as Quinn instigated an argument of potentials as Thebus perturbed the chaos. With a creak it flattened to a single tarot card. Flynn, busily inspecting her journal to decide how to go about the long rituals to torque plant life was too engrossed to notice.
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Post by demikara on Oct 25, 2018 17:55:55 GMT -6
Molly nodded. "Okay! I'll be back as soon as I can, okay? If you need help before that, you can try and find one of the other sentients, but the reserve is pretty big. One of them may have a cell phone to call MCU though, and they'll patch you through to me. MCU Dallas. That's where you'd need to call." She nodded and smiled. "Stay safe okay. And find someone to call if you need me!" She stepped forward and with one step was translucent, and the next gone.
Later that day, she would not return at all. She wouldn't return for Flynn and the whelps and could not return for them, given the situation and hadn't had time to call someone to handle it, considering the punishment she was promptly given, once the binding was on her, keeping her from using the depths of her magic.
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