The Dresden Files RP- "Edge Town"

Terry watched warily as Leon did a thing, ready to grab him and run like hell if it looked like everything was going to shit.

Ayda watched helplessly from the side as the situation rapidly deteriorated before her eyes. Mr. Thorne and the stranger seemed about ready to come to blows over something - she had no idea what - and the mad vampire flitting around didn't help matters. Ayda hated standing awkwardly to the side and doing nothing, but she didn't know what else to do...

Then Mad Marcy hinted that David might have been in trouble, and Anne just snapped.

Ayda gasped as Anne suddenly grabbed Marcy by the wrist and demanded Marcy tell her what she knew about David. She immediately moved to support her friend, placing a hand gently on her shoulder and noting appreciatively that Mr. Thorne had done the same. In contrast, her glare at Marcy was positively poisonous, serving in place of the words that had deserted her.

edited 7th Oct '16 2:23:39 PM by Tojin

M cocked his head confusedly.

"But... they're not my friends?" he shrugged. "We've barely met. I'm their business associate and they'll be able to count on me on that much. Besides, they don't need help, that's why I'm here," He said, with emphasis as he gestured at the ground, "In the Spirit world sightseeing, and they're over there" He said as he waved vaguely "Stealing the box! They know I don't want trouble, I know I don't want trouble, and they've left me to my devices while they do... that thing. Unless you're saying they need me right now?"

edited 7th Oct '16 6:46:03 PM by MousaThe14

The Nevernever

Nikumita sighs, which is impressive given. You know. He's made of clay. "Look. Your allies then. Still, they are counting on you to help get the box, and if you leave them high and draw, A you will have one very annoyed deity who could go all 'you have failed me' on you, and B Whatever happens to them on your head." He shrugs, again, impressive given you know. Clay. "I'm not saying go running into the ball and strike down the nearest foe, I'm saying scout out the location, and get ready to open a Way if they need it."

The Ballroom

Marcy just...pats Anne's hand around her wrist gently. "Dance. With. Me." And then her wrist is out of Anne's grip, feeling for a flash of a moment cold and airy, like it had suddenly become mist. She steps back, smiling at Anne. "You do remember, I have the power to see the future, no? If I have seen something happen to your boy, I could choose to tell you, I could not. No skin off my back. But I like you Annabelle, you're a sweet heart, your a mother, like I was too once. So dance with me, and I will tell you the future and I will help your son."

Marcy...it's faint, but there is....a tremor in the way she is, when Alex speaks, a twinge in no noticeable part of her being, not her expression or eyes or...anything. But a twinge non the less. Still, a sweet smile stays on her dead lips as she speaks to him.

"Oh Alexander, as you are always, blonde and delicate, and pretending that you really scare anyone important in the room, when all you do is provide minor amusement for beings who could squash you like a tiny insect beneath their finger tips." She titls her head to the side, her words maybe sharp, but her voice and tone gentle. Soft. "You think you're so important, so necessary, so capable, but I see you for what you really are. I see everyone for what they really are, that is my great gift of Sight. Do you really Anne wont? Ayda wont? Bethany won't? Like she did....what was her name....oh yes. Antoinette."

Marcy stays rooted to the spot, staring Alex dead on, not a single white hair out of place as she smiles at him.

Upstairs

Leon feels cold stone under his hand and nothing else, all he has is what his senses have told him already.

Outside

The effect of Tim's spell is immediate, whatever it is flowing around Kat, suffocating her, cuts off. What's still attached to her form, clings to her like mud and keeps her aura almost completely obscured, but it gets no worse.

Meanwhile, where the mud-like power had come from was suddenly obvious: just outside of the circle's edge, it fell from the air itself, from the fabric between this world and the Nevernever, where like water against cloth, it was seeping through without ripping the fabric itself.

edited 2nd Dec '16 1:12:18 AM by LMage

Tim's eyes narrowed as his thoughts raced. "Give me a moment" He muttered as she reached out with his magic senses.

"This cannot be a simple conjuration, or the circle would have dispelled it." He explained, more to himself than anything. "Which means it comes with its own energy supply and will continue until it runs out...and we have no idea how long that will take." Tim began scratching his beard as he slowly began to walk around it, taking in as much as he could.

He was aware of the source of the magic, but until he was sure Katelyn was safe, he couldn't focus on that. And finally, with a sigh, he knelt beside the glowing circle, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "I'll have to try to counterspell it. But for that to work, I need to understand it first." He told her, with a grimace of someone about to leap out of an airplane.

And then, he opened his Sight at the mud.

"I gave them a way to make it look like the box never left the room, it's not like they assigned me getaway driver!" M exclaimed. Then he sighed, shoulders slumped and head shaking solemnly. "Even my break is work... You're right, of course. I'll, just uh, well, you lead the way to wherever the party would be on this side of reality and I'll, I guess, uh, scope it out, see what's spiritually up, I guess..."

Leon grunts in annoyance at still continuing to fail to figure out what was up with the floor. Still, they were on a time crunch. He'd have to hope whatever was up with the floor wouldn't trigger unless he set off the thought alarms. Pulling out his three lightning darts, he pressed them against the non spelled chunk of floor he was standing on to empty them of charge harmlessly.

Once that was done, he carefully walked up to the music box case and placed the illusion stones that M had given him in the way the man had described and activated them. "And now we wait for 30 minutes. Which I suppose gives us time to think our ways around the thought detector ward. And for us to keep watch."

"Half an hour? I can think of some real stupid ideas, given half an hour. Like getting so blotto it doesn't recognize our drunken impulses as actual thought. Or getting some kind of lasso and yoinking it from outside the range of the thought detectors."

"...lets call getting ridiculously drunk plan Z. That seems like a hilariously bad idea at a white court party. The lasso thing is a decent plan A, if I could tell how long the thought ward's range was. Could use TK instead of rope, but that's kind of line of sight. Which probably won't put me out of range. Though might put me close enough to the edge that we can make our getaway before anything too bad happens."

Leon adjusts the sleeve of his suit to check the time on his fancy new watch. He hadn't really planned on it being useful during this mission, he had just wanted a high quality mechanical watch that wouldn't fritz out on him within a week. But it was certainly nice it was helping out.

"I want to say maybe I could put up some mental barriers, but I'm only really trained at defending against active mental attacks, not this passive scanning thing. I don't even think I'd be able to tell if it was working or not before hand. And I doubt either of us can pull off the mental loops needed to just straight up trick it."

That sounded like a challenge. Terry leaned back, looking thoughtful. "So here's the thing. How valuable is this music box, really? From an objective standpoint. It can play a bit of music, sure, but fucking anything can play dozens of songs these days, and also do your taxes or whatever. Its big claim to fame is having a god inside it, but what's the good of that, really? You can't do anything with an imprisoned god, far as I know. That's kind of the point of imprisoning them, that nobody can do anything with their powers. So when you get down to it, the music box is just a trinket and some bragging rights.

"But if it vanished, then things get interesting. Excitement! Intrigue! Mystery! Who could have taken it? And why? Where could they have gone? When you get right down to it, isn't all that more valuable than a bit of tuneful gimcrackery? Really, we'd be increasing the value of the box by taking it. Especially if we leave a note behind, phantom thief style, to really make things interesting."