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Post by Circe on Feb 7, 2019 18:24:34 GMT -6
Xiaolian sighed as she watched the hawthorn tree bloom in the pot where the drop of blood had landed. That really wasn't anything out of the unusual for around there, but it certainly drew a few double takes. Hawthorne trees were a symbol of the fae and their power, and likely the reason that some officers gave the tree a wide berth as they went about their activities. "Okay Molly, you got us into this mess, you get us out of it.. or I'll be forced to notify a Warden given that tree over there." Xiaolian threatened. That didn't necessarily mean notifying Catherine, but it meant that one would have to be called considering that this was quickly rising above most of their pay grades.
"You get the clone out of here, and I'll make some phone calls. Are you okay with bodies that aren't alive?" She asked Flynn. Xiaolian had an idea, but it would require some quick thinking, and likely break a few laws.
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Post by demikara on Feb 9, 2019 10:38:11 GMT -6
"I'll get her and the kids to my place. There's no need to tell the Warden. That's a bit much, you know. Besides, worst comes to worst someone is coming by in two weeks who can take her home." They just had to make it two weeks first. And hopefully find Flynn another body, because a Molly clone was apparently a little intimidating for everyone here. Losers. Still, the hawthorn tree was a bit much. How was she supposed to handle that. "...I'll take the tree with me. Maybe try not to bleed on things Flynn?"
Given the nose bleed, they were on a bit of a time crunch. Hopefully the other would be fine. Maybe if they got a tissue? "Let's grab some tissues before we leave. We'll have to take the bus, but we'll get you home quickly." She hesitated a moment then shrugged. "Actually, I'll just check out one of the precinct cars. That'll be faster, but you can't go sprouting trees in them." The one was bad enough, and she already knew she was the only one who would go near it. At least people didn't obviously give her that wide of a berth, even if she was aware some of the officers went out of their way not to get too close. She wasn't unseelie. They could relax. She was practically human in culture.
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Post by littlekreen on Feb 9, 2019 11:46:26 GMT -6
The Molly-clone nodded at Molly but couldn't meet her eyes long, "When my Didi is asleep I go to Dreaming. I have more time there with little sleep. Reachers each are gates between so I must be soaking in something from one side or the other. Perhaps the binding objects the blood sickness moves too quickly. Our dreaming breaks illusions not its own and I am suffused with plasm having to eat there."
Glance stolen at the tree she frowns at it, "May as well take tree away somewhere better suited it does not mark the dead, yet. Not of a half-yellow that outlived everyone in their first band that did not cease their Reacher's work. Few in aged wisely gone to the dreaming to end their path. Leaving their tower there to mark it."
Memories of old teacher's sunken house came with the thought. Caught unaware by wild creatures in their bed. As the flying spider ate of their flesh more than it bargained for in response as the Reacher's path ended. While a momentary awe the floating house could stand not the weight of a tree thrice its size. She remembered them fishing it out with a crane for repairing their temples. The old cant passed down in the Red Lady's tongue from more religious times with the red bloods training them came to mind.
A sardonic whisper of language the others likely recognized, ((Lady should I stop my path for thee, how tall my Hawthorn be? I hope my end you do not know, by leave to let my tower grow.))
Pulled out of her worries by both waking whelps at her feet made worried chirrups at her Flynn she replies at the worried-eyed then to Molly, "I'm fine, little whelps. *♩א♪ר♩* Molly will take you. Yes, I need will need something for the leaking husk that I can burn later."
Flynn considered Xiaolian's proposal, "No need to involve a high iron! If the body is without too much rot and you can get consent from the traveler that once lived there. Otherwise the dead will create a husk loose path breakers will fight me for. I would definitely need a bleeder's altar to protect the husk while I am not in it."
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Post by Circe on Feb 9, 2019 19:15:38 GMT -6
"I'm serious Bronson, no more fucking around. Get this fixed or else." Xiaolian said harshly to her partner. More often than not she was finding herself mixed up in whatever stunt Molly was pulling. This was beginning to be the straw that broke the back of the proverbial camel. Not only did Molly lend whatever temporal anomaly Flynn was a duplicate of herself, causing half the officers to panic, but she was also running around hiding things. "I would highly suggest that you stop avoiding whatever it is you are and fix this. Do not force my hand Molly." She added angrily. The other had had more than enough of the other's inaction and was about to solve the problem of Flynn herself; even if the other wasn't a fan. She would go beyond the Wardens and Council if she had to, Molly had just about ruined all of Xiaolian's patience and good will.
Sighing at Flynn's reaction, Xiaolian thought for a moment. The other wasn't necessarily at fault for what was happening, but the confusing communication certainly didn't help. "No one we have on staff or retainer can reach beyond the borders of life to actually talk to the dead. But.. I wonder.." She added thoughtfully. No one really understood what specifically Flynn needed, and it appeared that every answer was wrong.
"You need a willing, live host? That is correct?"
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Post by demikara on Feb 9, 2019 19:28:56 GMT -6
"You know Boyuan. I am fixing this. I can't just walk her home any more. I have to wait for someone else to come. In the meantime, I provided her with a form of camouflage, made certain that her kids would blend in as well, and I have done everything in my current power to get her home." She was stuck on this fucking plane, stuck unable to use a glamour, stuck in this form and now her partner was being a bitch about a situation Molly was doing her best at.
"I literally met her on the reserve. She found me. I'm already having a shit time of it, stuck like this, among other things. Do not give me crap for how I'm handling a non-MCU matter." She rubbed her temples and sighed. "Flynn, we can still check if my neighbor might be willing, since apparently you in my form is a bit much for everyone else in this fucking city. But if your form is degrading, we need to get you back home so you don't cause a panic attack here."
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Post by littlekreen on Feb 10, 2019 18:20:30 GMT -6
The Molly-suit smiled as Flynn chuckled, "RrRheh. The husk is not degrading I haven't willed any writ in four or five wakings. Or more. Time is hard to remember running so long in our Dreaming."
Flynn replied to Xiaolian, "A willing host is best. The husk will corrupt me otherwise if a lost traveler doesn't steal it first. Grandfather Teeth is impassive."
Molly's comparatively large fingers flip through dense and hurried writing within which diagram much like one to imbue magic items. This one interspersed with fae sensibilities for imbuing people if more clearly altered by those using blood magic without fae input. This one curse as its base Flynn's name written there implying connection to her person. Three of the many circles where foci would go later altered in her own tongue to describe the native spells taken root.
She tapped it, "In the dreaming casting eroded all my writ just to get here. All my empty foci are starting to boil over. I need something to will or to use rituals."
A hand clenched Flynn's world listed sideways a shadow of the binding anchoring Molly keeping her from looking out from the world, "Agh. I forget the binding. Well, even if I left the husk to drop into your dreaming I would not know which way to get home."
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