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Post by Circe on Nov 27, 2020 19:02:12 GMT -6
Generally, individuals who were on parole with the Council didn't get much of a warning past a certain week or at the most certain day they were supposed to report in. Molly wasn't any exception to this rule, and she was fully expected to comply with the terms of the associated parole and binding.
Squinting at her notes, June, noticed Molly's name on their docket for the day. Generally, the Council didn't hear cases everyday, but instead set aside a few dates a month to handle the minor cases and other hearings like parole or tickets. Bigger things would have to be slotted in according to when more than one Councilor was available.
"Bronson on the docket today. Might want to be prepared." June commented off hand to Kasimir, hardly expecting a response as they headed towards the tribunal chambers. She was one of the more junior of the current suite of Councilors, often at opposition with Agathon and sometimes Kasimir on many things. She greatly prefered to take a more moderate and tempered stance at times to Agathon's more aggressive and conservative ones. But one thing she was certain about was that Molly's little prank had been part of a larger and more frequent problem with discipline. One that June was loathe to see become a habit, especially since the lengths MCU had gone to retain a wardbreaker of the other's caliber had lengthy.
Once seated behind the heavy oak bench, both her and the other Councilors had a moment to settle before they began. "Next case, parole, Molly Bronson." One of the clerks informed from their own perch behind a smaller bench off to the right of the larger one each Councilor sat behind.
June nodded and Agathon uttered the spell that caused the sun and moon intertwined with stars and the cosmos on the white marble floors to glow with a brilliant white light. This spell had been designed to lock onto the magical signature or approximation there of to bring less than willing participants into their hearings.
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Post by littlekreen on Nov 27, 2020 19:30:26 GMT -6
Should one pull up an anchor one can expect an object to arrive if the chain or the anchor hasn't been broken. When reeling anchors from depths unseen one at times reeled in whatever tethered itself to the same. Flynn's husk tethered to Molly couldn't just be disposed of after some cracked egg stole her remediation cask since she needed the husk to build the dreaming armor. She was mostly done with the next cask but shoring up the Molly husk was easier once the pacted dreaming armor was done at least. They were still flesh and she still had to take care of the body even if the muscles didn't atrophy the husk had to be fed and cleaned. Today she was busy cleaning it near a small basin and mirror in her improvised shelter. Crouched near the floor in a bathrobe Flynn knew in an instant something was dragging her across the plane as the Husk's ankle started to burn with mirror images of the devices raising out of its flesh in tandem with activation on the real Molly. Flynn could just burble while stood in front of the mostly-intact mirror as she was busy brushing the Molly husk's teeth after giving it a bath. The shifter resisted just long enough for a reflexive grab of her pack as the chain dragged her away.
Thus the spell erupted rather stronger than expected as they drew an anchor with a shipwrecked Reacher partly tethered to it. Thus the reacher grabbing at a handle through a slot on the back of her pack took in her new problem. One with a capital problem as she realized the finery of rule on the walls. Thus crouched on the floor the Molly husk looks behind her still with a mouth full of toothbrush and foam in her grey bathrobe.
A muffled human invective she'd since learned here came to mind with flecks of spray, "Fvut"
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Post by demikara on Nov 27, 2020 19:34:31 GMT -6
"Fun. Hopefully she's matured at least somewhat." Kasimir doubted it. It hadn't been long enough for her to do more than sulk. She was one of the long lived species after all, and those took some time for anything to sink in. He rather expected her to still be pouting over the binding.
The issue however was that the one Molly wasn't the only one who arrived. Molly was there in almost the same second, dressed more for work than anything else, even if she was well aware of how much it looked like she was playing dress up. She had been expecting the call, though not the exact time, and so knew where she was. What she wasn't expecting was the sight of the other Molly there as well. She looked to Flynn, then to the Council and swallowed. This was about to go very badly, very rapidly. "Fuck." She looked to the council, almost apologetically.
"I can explain?"
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Post by Circe on Nov 27, 2020 19:46:05 GMT -6
June raised an eyebrow at the result of Agathon's spellwork, this was wholly unexpected. "Are you sure you said it right? Nothing about doubles in there and what not?" She asked leaning over, directing the question quietly to the single mage currently on the Council. "I assure you... I did not." He growled in response, not terribly amused by his fellow Councilor's question. "Hm.. alright then." June nodded, satisfied that Agathon had not botched the spell before turning her attention to the two Molly's standing in front of them.
"I would certainly hope so Sargeant Bronson." Agathon scolded. Had they underestimated just how much trouble one fae could be? Surely Dallas's Warden knew about this construct and had approved it. Meanwhile June wanted to believe that the fae standing in front of them hadn't decided to add to her and her other co-workers charges. Most of them, except for Kasimir who had been recused from the situation, were still trying to figure out how to handle the issues that seem to have cropped up as of late with the Warden. Ones they had not banked on with her at all, and it had taken them long enough just to figure out how to bind her, never mind this most recent set of problems.
"We're waiting with baited breath what sort of insanity you've gotten up to in the last little bit." June added, hoping that Dallas wasn't primed to be a powder keg just yet. They were doing what they could to not completely deplete MCU of talented officers, but Dallas was looking more and more like a bad idea come to life by the moment.
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Post by littlekreen on Nov 27, 2020 20:01:51 GMT -6
Flynn made a face with Molly's husk as she swallowed the toothpaste but very much wasn't about to spit on the floor. Tensed knuckles let go of the ganblood combat knife and slipped the husk's hand back out of the seam slit the knife was kept in. Reachers had a reputation that bred from the Dreaming's insanity but the one thing they did not do is offend the Sanguinary. She shouldered the pack on the husk as it was too small to fit both arms though out of the practiced habit more found in the military here. Eyes that immediately took stock of her possessions then quantified the exits and assessed each threat in turn. A reflexive study common to many of those that lived and fought through harsh terrain. The toothbrush went into a bathrobe pocket as Flynn remembered to get out of the crouched position into something more comfortable in hominids. An eye looked to Molly seeing where she was going with the explanation to hold ranks.
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Post by demikara on Nov 27, 2020 20:05:02 GMT -6
"This is Flynn. Flynn is an extra-planar saurian, currently unable to return home due to the issue of moving two small children through the medium between the planes. After a long conversation, it was determined that it would be too dangerous to take the two boys through, given the natural environment and native dangers present in her native plane." She was going for honesty here. "I was able to provide a basic glamour for the two young boys, about the equivalent of two year olds when I met them, but Flynn provided her own glamour of sorts based on me."
Hopefully that would be enough to let things lie. "I have been performing regular checks on the family to make sure they are blending in well with the local populace. Flynn, this is the council, the governmental entity of the magical world on this planet. This is Councilor Klein, Blackwelder and Eusthious." She motioned to each in turn. Hopefully Flynn would realize exactly how much trouble they were about to be in.
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Post by Circe on Nov 27, 2020 20:15:27 GMT -6
Agathon just rolled his eyes at all of this, as if to say, 'See? I told you she was trouble from the moment I saw her. But you didn't believe me.' But he also for now kept these thoughts to himself, secretly thankful that the Council had no telepaths on it at present. That would have led to a different sort of hell for all of those involved, he thought the warding schematics for those were unnecessarily complicated and not worth the time.
"I see.. and does your Warden know about this?" Agathon said after a moment while June just shook her head and sighed. This was going to be a long day, she could just tell based on Molly's honesty alone. But at least the other hand opted to be honest with them instead of dancing around the heart of the matter. That much she was thankful for. "If we call her here will she say the same thing as you?" He continued readying the spell. He held no appreciation or even respect for the woman who was currently installed as Dallas's only acting Warden. In his opinion, she should have stayed where she belonged in Broadmoore.
"Sargeant.. whatever possessed you to do this?" June finally asked, equally confused, frustrated, and angry that the Council had not been notified of any sort of extraplanar breaches. Those could be dangerous things, and often led to complications and lives lost in ways that would haunt any harded member of the unseen for the rest of their lives.
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Post by littlekreen on Nov 27, 2020 20:42:19 GMT -6
Flynn knew better than to speak out of turn as she grasped the level these individuals were at. Powerful. Not quite as mercenary as the Sanguinary was and more like the Keepers. The husk's eyes darted upward as Flynn mentally calculated the time until the literary anchors imploded and taking with it her small working library. After learning blood magic was banned here and the quality of what she could find being so poor Flynn was very much on information security since the Cask theft. That meant keeping her journal crammed with the relevant invoked literary anchors in the warded backpack. Flynn had a feeling this could go south quickly but didn't want to throw Molly underwater. Flynn listened intently as apparent Keepers spoke as a keen eye gathered apparently Molly was already in more trouble than she thought. Flynn stood still and tightened the bathrobe as whatever these leaders were they hadn't addressed her quite yet.
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Post by demikara on Nov 27, 2020 21:56:52 GMT -6
"No?" That was definitely a question and an embarassed one was well. "I um, didn't handle it in my capacity of an MCU officer. I was working in my other capacity." How much did the council know about the Ratatoskr? She didn't know. "But um, if its any comfort, Flynn isn't here as part of a planar breach. It's an inborn ability she has. I would have definitely alerted the Warden of a planar breach." If only so the area could be guarded before it could handled by the actual authorities on the matter. Which were really not the Council at all, despite what they may think. "My main concern was protecting the unseen from the mundane. An initial camp was set up in a reserve, but that proved unsatisfactory and didn't meet their needs."
She really wasn't sure about this at all. She was going to be in so much trouble. She had chosen her duties as a Ratatoskr over her duties as a specialist for a reason though. They were more important, when it came down to it.
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Post by Circe on Nov 28, 2020 19:12:09 GMT -6
"And what might that other capacity be? We were not aware of another capacity. You do not ally with a court or coven, do you?" June asked, slightly curious now. She had some inkling that there might be something else going on, something that needed her attention in a different way, but it would have been difficult to do without tipping her hand to the others. That was something that she didn't want to even start to consider. "Yes, please tell us why you didn't report this entire thing to the Warden... Better yet let's ask the Warden herself what's going on." Agathon added before pulling on the magic again before June could protest. He had had more than enough of Molly's excuses and lacked June's patience to get to the bottom of whatever was going on. As far as he was concerned, Molly and Catherine both were hiding something to do with this Flynn.
The floor with its design and inscription began to glow again as Agathon in his anger worked the magic necessary to pull another into question.
Unlike the mundane courts, those in the unseen didn't exactly work the same way. They might have had some of the same titles, ideas about things, and ways of proceeding, but they also tended to diverge. The Council often did as the Council wanted, claiming to act in the best interest of the unseen as a whole, instead of each individual. It often made things difficult given that appointments of Councilors were for life, and an individual from a long lived species such as the fae or even vampires could create political divides of epic proportions.
Unlike Molly, Catherine had not been expecting any of this, especially not on one of her rare days off. Something that Agathon wasn't aware of, but likely wouldn't have cared about never the less.
In a brilliant flash of light another individual was brought forth to stand in front of the group.
Dressed in a pair of pink plaid pajamas and grey slippers stood a tall woman with stark white hair barely tamed into a messy bun. Holding an empty coffee mug with '#1 mom' in a child's handwriting on the outside. "What in fucks name just happened...?" She commented slowly staring at her mug and wondering where her coffee had gone, clearly still half asleep and very confused. Taking a moment to looking around herself, she barely surpressed an annoyed groan and resisted the urge to swear more than she already had. "Gods damn it... you have a bloody calendar, use it!"
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Post by littlekreen on Nov 28, 2020 20:12:34 GMT -6
This was a tenuous affair that Flynn wasn't the least enthused with telling too much. Flynn couldn't exit the husk without blood magic being immediately apparent though at least the conductive lattice sutured into the Husk's hands let her cast through it. This husk wasn't anything near the dreaming armor she made and doubted it looked fully human. Certainly, a spell might lie to the weak that it had a heart and she still breathed through the lungs. It's what the husk's spell was carefully tuned for to evade the eye of outer creatures. Chances were better to these keen senses this basic husk looked more as the construct it was. Though the weave sutured in its hands that let her will through meant her own tools could see Flynn's will as well to remain active.
The sextant in her pack started soft ticks of its bright blue gears when Catherine arrived like more than a few instances it detected the creatures she knew as Children of Teeth. More when she first arrived than ever lately as something slowly slammed paths shut. A quiet gesture to countermand the device silenced the divination clockwork. While Flynn heard of Catherine as the Warden she'd never met the woman in person and hadn't planned to. The hackles of the husk's back raised in place of Flynn's feathers as a Reacher's instinct her dualistic soul felt the winds shift among the in-between. Flynn eyed the patterns on the floor and the exits again worried at the synchrony that some larger spirit concerned itself over the Warden. Her people had read of the human notations of Deities but had long been disabused of any benevolent intentions of such greater monsters of the in-between.
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Post by demikara on Nov 28, 2020 20:22:38 GMT -6
"Oh hell." Molly said very plainly when Catherine appeared. She turned to face the councilor's. "That was super not necessary. It's her day off!" And Molly was going to pay for this is many, many ways. She was in so much trouble. "I haven't explained the situation to the warden at all. Flynn is a peaceful extraplanar being who agreed to follow the laws of the unseen as laid out before her. She's hardly the only extraplanar being on this planet. I'm fae; I'm not from this plane either." Molly pointed out very firmly.
This was not going to be pretty at all. "And I am a journeyman member of an extraplanar guild dedicated to planar exploration and managing planar contamination." That was one way of putting it. "Due to the nature of the guild, I am unable to say much more than that. Suffice to say, anything extraplanar I deal with under that title." It wasn't MCU business at all. "I am unable to handle the majority of my duties thanks to the binding however, so I am unable to safely escort Flynn and her children to their home. Given the native dangers of the space between planes, it is not safe for Flynn and her children to make the journey on their own." She had done the best she could under the circumstances and they would have to accept her decision on it.
Though she was definitely going to pay for the decision in more than one way. "I have not informed the Warden of any of this because it does not concern MCU or the Council. Please send her back." They wouldn't like that, but they would have to deal with it. But she was trying to have Catherine returned to her home on her day off at least.
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Post by Circe on Nov 28, 2020 20:57:35 GMT -6
"For once Bronson is right, I do not know jack shit all about this... fuckery." Catherine agreed, clearly done censoring herself in front of the Council. She was sleep deprived and didn't appreciate being yanked out of nowhere to the Council chambers. "Send me back, Kasimir.. because I know damn well Euthious isn't going to do it." She demanded, clearly knowing which buttons she could push and on whom. She didn't want to be there and would much rather be back at home asleep. Her schedule was messed up, and sleep was a precious comodity that was in scarce supply in her life.
June meanwhile just shook her head, in awe at how quickly things had turned into the current mess. Kasimir had been surprisingly silent, which was concerning. "Forgive us Warden, we are mearly confused as to how you didn't know one of your officers had... a double?" June clarified. "Considering the terms of your own parole and recent events... we were rightfully concerned." She was trying to soothe the frazzled nerves of the rest of those in the room, but more than likely was only adding to everything.
Euthious meanwhile sat with a smug look on his face, clearly pleased with himself. "Well one thing is certain... Flynn does not belong here and the Warden here should have known what her officer was up to."
At this, Catherine shot Euthious a glare, but kept her mouth wisely shut. She knew better than to get in a war of words with the one who for now had the higher ground. But she was stuck there until they sent her home, she didn't know the spells or words to return herself home. "I can assure you Councilor Blackwelder... that I did not know that Bronson was entertaining extra-planar visitors. We both know that the agreement between her highness Queen Tatianna allows fae to move between the two worlds without issue... that being said, if I had known of it, or this guild of Bronson's.. I would have made sure that our visitor was able to go home." Catherine said, clearly a bit more awake now, but still just as aggravated.
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Post by littlekreen on Nov 28, 2020 21:28:32 GMT -6
Flynn heard the name of the fae queen and recognized it immediately. A roguish mind ticked along trying to think of a way to complicate her ejection from the plane. Given the one called Euthious, she didn't think her little ones were a good angle. They had some laws apparently that ejected the unknown outright. So she had to make herself a known quantity that could stay. The calculating eyes flit to the female who seemed as incredulous at the situation as the other male was contemplatively silent. Flynn remembered and eyed Molly for the letter likely still in Molly's pockets from Flynn's recovery some time ago and considered that resulting diplomatic incident. Though that could cause her even more problems. A long study by the Twitch that researched their subtle latent magic said the ritualistic letter passed down from antiquity in Reachers was still verifiable even with the errors introduced by time. The Fae plane seemed madder by far than this one but it was an option. Depending on what options she had instead kept the option under her crest for now. Not to mention that neither the Tthirteen nor the Sanguinary may appreciate her making them a vassal species bequeathed to Titania by the Red Lady.
The searching eyes and shut trap likely made themselves a sign of one planning while they weren't actively interrogated until the eyes hot over to June when she named Flynn a double. At least they clearly weren't aware of the dreaming armor back at her home. Not to mention the decidedly non-human latent self-image dissolved inside the husk. She wasn't sure what these blood magic neophytes would do if they got their hands on a dreaming armor to survive elder horrors but that definitely had to stay out of their reach.
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Post by demikara on Nov 28, 2020 21:39:11 GMT -6
"I am not required to report my every doing as part of my parole." Molly pointed out firmly. "Flynn is wearing a physical glamour unique to her species way of casting magic. My own physical glamours work on a very difference premise. And I know you are all well aware of how rare any sort of physical glamour is at all. This rarity holds true regardless of the plane you are on." Glamours were illusions at their heart and that was it. "Flynn will be returned to her people once her children are old enough to travel. Until such a time, she is trapped on this plane. It is not inherently illegal to be from another plane of existence."
That would be a hell of a thing to even try and make illegal. How would you even know? A glamour could hide an appearance easily enough, and everything else could be faked with the right magic.
Kasimir watched them with no small curiosity, remaining silent for a few more minutes before speaking. "And why did you not share information about your guild, Sergeant Bronson? We should have been informed about any second job you had that would interfere with your duties to MCU." And he wasn't impressed she hadn't decided to share that information.
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