Dave, after laborious preparation, prepares the loosing of the magical vision contained within his fragile mind! Which is to say that he finally does it.
[Dave's affinity roll: 1-->3+3+2]
Yes, he begins to release all nine of his spells, which were... something, he guesses. They were... well, there was one with angels, no, wait, two with angels, and one with Undulating Porcelain Gremlin Kings, and also some others. What were they again? Something... wait a minute. He just needs to check his own mind, he realizes, and immediately does so, quickly rattling off the names of each spell as he concentrates on what magical knowledge he seems to have. There's nine spells, for gods' sakes, how can he be expected to remember them all? Honestly, it's more than a bit unreasonable.
Now, what was he doing again? He remembers thinking about something, but he's not quite sure what it is anymore - the image is gone from his mind, a mere echo of its complexity remaining as his fallible brain has filed it away, or rather crumpled it up and thrown it into the corner.
* * * * *
Larry, upon getting what he wants, quickly scribbles up a note with accompanying contact information.
"Thanks, bot," he tells the robot-thing, but it just appears more saddened by this.
"Eh. 'I live to serve'," it halfheartedly quotes at him, but Larry is already long gone by then, having entered the elevator. Within a short while, he is back at the Executive Suite, where he slips the note under the door.
However, just as he turns away from the door, he hears footsteps followed by a shuffling sound. Turning to look, he sees that the note has been pushed back out from the suite. That's... kinda strange.
* * * * *
John, feeling very confused at the sudden appearance of a whole host of people in his near vicinity, not even particularly noticing the fact that Shauna and Raven, two people he may sort of know, are among them, despite the fact that they sort of wave to him in an effort to get through his impenetrable layer of nonchalant drunkenness, just takes out his mag after a short round of introductions and looks through it for spells.
[John's mind roll: 2+1+
1]
And his mind quickly accepts the magic, letting him ascend to a simpler world, one where he needs only catch spheres. Two spheres, in this case, both of which he seizes at a lazy pace, pondering which one to pocket as he returns to the world of crushing normality.
1. Yellow Pademelon Shield
2. Transmute Golem Into Unstoppable Cyclopropane
You seem down! Have a spell to tide you over, man.
As John looks at the mag,
Eta sadly concludes that none of these people seem to be making her mark react in any particular way. Not even Mr. Menkau, who she pegged to be an oddity more than anything. After all, he did admit to having innate magical powers totally unlike what she's had experience with so far.
But before she can think for very long, Joanie interrupts
THE DUNKER's repeated question that has found no answer.
"Well! Looks like we've got the mystery sorted out, thanks to torture man over here.""Please, call me Menkau," torture man says.
"So the only thing left to do is step two: find the leyline and then get the hell out of here. If only I remembered where it was!" Joanie says, and the rest of her group prick their ears up immediately.
"But alas, I am way too drunk to sense anything right now. It was in the sewers, I recall, but where?"* * * * *
Halesey, fearing for his shins, attempts to distract the mafioso!
"I don’t have any shins!" he shouts, and begins to cast!
[Halesey's finesse roll: 4+1]
[Mafioso's finesse roll: 4]
[Cadwallader's finesse roll: 4-1]
[Halesey's affinity roll: 5+1]
Halesey's first impulse is to conjure up a potato vortex, and one appears right behind the mafioso, a gateway to the normal world, pushing the mafioso toward Halesey!
"Run, Nigel! Get the feck out of here before he smashes in yer shins! And incidentally, don’t feckin’ go near the potato god wit that potato in you before I tell him I gave it to you or you’s gon-"[Mafioso vs. Halesey: 2+1 vs. 1]
Halesey doesn't quite finish that sentence, as the mafioso seizes him by the neck and knees him in the abdomen, causing Halesey to feel like he's about to lose his lunch.
"Don't fuck around. Where's my money? Where's my fucking money?" the mafioso begins to ask repeatedly.
[Cadwallader's affinity roll: 5+1]
He appears to be ready to enact some other form of violence, but suddenly the roiling sea of potatoes all around them becomes rather still. Incredibly still. Supernaturally so, even. Potatoes, once so very mobile and unconstricting, now surround Halesey and the mafioso like a cage, more potatoes joining them within moments, only to become similarly immobilized. Both Halesey and the mafioso try to move, but find that they are trapped in their current positions, both of which are rather awkward, to tell the truth. Not to mention the inherent visual limitations of looking in a direction Halesey assumes to be downwards, still clutching his belly, while a large, burly fellow holds him in place while being similarly immobilized.
"Well, shit," the mafioso says after a moment.
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