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Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

Yes, Ms. Fatima could answer a myriad of Winnifred's questions about a number of topics, most related to mages as a broad social class - the local girl herself figured she'd be better than others, as clearly she feared her in some form and therefore had less reason to lie. It wasn't going to be that broad though, as that'd be impolite.

Winnifred dramatically wiped her nose along the near whole length of her arm to really impress that this was a physical illness instead of mental, and she said "If you would."

A moment later and she was sitting on the nearest chair/table and, trying to put a little more emotion into her voice to be polite, asked "Has anyone outside of this house learned about these issues? Beyond us."

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

"huh."

Winnifred considered pulling out the door by the frame and taking it back to her house, but reconsidered - it'd be unrealistic to think this would fit on some ancient wooden shack's doorframe. Anyway, it was unusually helpful and she'd like it if her own door did as well as this one in ratting out those who came to visit, which usually meant raccoons. If only! This was more than enough to go off of, and to congratulate it on a job well done she patted it softly along its frame.

"Thank you. You're a good door," she said with a hint of a smile, "and I hope you keep standing for decades to come. You can rest again." The will of the door seeped out from it at the same time as her own will to speak to it did, and when she stepped back it was as mundane and inanimate as she had met it. Then, of course, she turned around and--

More eyes than she'd like on her. Perhaps she wasn't whispering quietly enough.

"...I have a cold."

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

It was hard to gauge the mind of the inanimate - even if Winnifred claimed to speak with them as people she'd never dare to say that they were human. There were gaps in understanding, though she loved them...and usually they weren't this chatty. That's what the end point of this line of thought was. Maybe Winnifred needed to find out how sassy her own door was. Did it have any gossip to spill about the sugar ants that she's been going on a scorched earth campaign against? Did any bobcats come by and talk about their love lives? She needed to know.

What she had in curiosity she lacked in tact because at around this point she forgot to lower her voice. Just below audibility, she squinted and thought out loud...

"...I'll take your advice to heart. I'm already wary enough." She got most of her dating advice from architecture. "But you're certain...they didn't bring along any priest here? Just spoke about it, no visitation yet."

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

Winnifred had arrived with the others, and she was sans hammer - probably not a big deal to others yet, but to her this was a risky gamble. Before stepping away from the car she had hovered around the front seat for a while, leaning over the tool and whispering to it. Quiet assurances...for her or for the hammer? Who knows. If you wanna figure it out you gotta do some detective work.

Despite clearly having something wrong with her Ms. Pylypyshyn had a good sense regarding her own appearance, and how most people tended to react around the sort who look strung out while covered in tattoos...since she was sans coat, one could see a good amount of them up her arms. The others were standing front and center while she hung out in the corner, faintly attempting to hide herself behind a potted plant.

And also talking to a door.

"Excuse me," she whispered into the doorframe from a couple of inches away, "I would like a moment. Think, if you can. How far back do you remember? Aside from the two who live in this house, has anyone else come inside?"

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

...when the rest had moved to the garage, Winnifred moved with surprising urgency to get to the driver's seat. Blessed with the kind of body that makes her look like she has to lean up to see over the steering wheel, she wordlessly took that position unless someone really wanted to get physical with a lady that had a hammer in her lap as she drove.

Her reasoning was simple and explained to the others regardless if they asked why: she whipped out her wallet and slid out her Oregon-issued driver's license, with the inset photo showing a younger Ms. Pylypyshyn who had just a little more spark in her eyes. Not too much, though.

"...in my experience, anywhere ever," she clicked her seatbelt in as anyone interested gawked at her wallet and its contents, "police are less kind to out-of-state drivers. Try to sound less European if they talk to you."

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

200 mages (possibly)...
Even if it was 100 mages, 50 mages and 150 connected persons, that'd be intimidating. But 200? She wasn't even sure she knew 200 people across her lifetime on a first-name basis. All of them living in this one city made her wonder just how many were sitting around Portland. Was the average girl who was worryingly into werewolf literature secretly researching for the wars that happen in the night? When she stood outside of Lloyd Center at 3am and tried getting past the crackheads to talk to the statuary, were they consuming cocaine to heighten their third eye or whatever?

She didn't show it much, but that answer subtly set her off. Eyes wandered and gawked at the others in the room, some small part of 200 (or even less if he was counting solely residents...). At least the second answer didn't make her more paranoid than she already was. These people and their comfort in knowing something that others don't...

"My remaining question. Is this Abrahamic relic still in her possession, in a locality nearby that they're permanent residents of? My contribution will be greater if they've been in the same location for some time."

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

When asked to sit, Winnifred didn't sit. The amount of mages in the room didn't inspire confidence; she didn't let anything outwardly show, because to be honest she looked like she was either about to fall asleep or feared death at all times anyway. This was, after all, what she signed up for...if she had imagined that mages would be a smaller portion of the crew, instead of the majority. Really, once everyone started filing in and she started noticing their flippant discussion of magecraft and European accents, she started shutting up. Trust wasn't afforded to them this easily. As an additional note, it's important to mention that Winnifred's notif-noise was simulated dog barking.

Many of the specifics in terms were flying over her head as Leonardo discussed them, but they wouldn't after. She was making detailed notes of everything said in very hurried scrawl on a small notepad, marking out all of the unknown terms used (most of them) to be noted later. Winnifred then held her hand up to speak and absolutely required Leonardo to indicate her if she was going to go on; speaking out of turn was death. Her voice was quiet, as usual, but hopefully all the people with their nice outfits shuffling around didn't drown it out: "Two questions, in order."

"One, you speak about the 'magecraft world of Millhaven'. How large is the number of mages per capita meant to imply in relation to the general population of Millhaven? This isn't a small city for a coastal tourist location by regional standards, but I haven't seen any mages that need to be dealt with in my time outdoors at night yet."

"Two, though I acknowledge this as unlikely in the immediate future, in the event of manifestation becoming an inevitability...are we supposed to use all measures to contain the threat? Regardless of our client's attachments to the host."

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

With the arrival of their boss, their leader, their Lord in these coming days, Winnifred stood up at attention like the Queen of England had just stepped into the room. So at attention, in fact, that rather than hide her companion piece she brought it out for him to see in clear view of all - a heavy sledgehammer, its handle largely wrapped in duct tape, nails at one end and a general sense of being poorly cleaned. Still has some brown on it.

Introductions. This was something she had prepared for. She knew it was going to come up at some point, even if she had sort of already introduced herself it was mostly just to the Fed over there.

Thus, once she waited for some others to speak, she made her debut into the world of the fantastical.

"My name is Winnifred Pylypyshyn. I'm 26 and a Scorpio. My previous work experience includes the Barnes & Noble at Lloyd's Center in Portland. I have never killed anyone."

This seemed like enough, so she continued to stare directly into Leonardo's eyes like he owed her money.

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

"My favorite genres are documentary and exploitation; I have recently watched Black Dynamite, a more recent parody or recreation of the 'Blaxploitation' genre that I feel plays too firmly on the nose to achieve the comedy, intentional or unintentional, featured in genuine articles. The ending is too beyond the bounds of its original set-up to allow it to feel authentic, and this largely plays to its detriment. The government plot is played for comedy regardless of its realism. Michael Jai White's performance is very good regardless of the absurdity of the remainder of the film, however."

Winnifred said all of that without any direct prompting and, truth be told, regardless of whether or not Mr. Clearview was actually listening to what she said at the end. Staring off into space, one must imagine that she had called from mind to vision the whole of the film in her impromptu review of this work of art. Even if she didn't think it was as good as the originals! She looked up at him in reply and said "State your own favorite genres."

She, additionally, looked upon a set of boluses (boli?) with a slight glare, silently refusing the offer. Apparently she didn't do well with spicy stuff if this is the kind of cold reception it gets...

The coffee bar started to slowly fill with more and more people, more and more mages almost certainly - the people here were certainly liberal with what they called magecraft, even with windows looking inward to the establishment. And here, in her mind, she thought that there was nothing more secretive in all the world than a magus among normal people. Normal people, like her. She was a non-magus and here they were, breaking the masquerade. How gauche. How...

She stopped staring at nothing once she was indicated by their host for being a local. Huh. Were there really that many out-of-towners? She complied, responding "I've lived in the region for all my life. Some of you aren't even from America. I can explain the truths of Oregon. Bigfoot isn't real."

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

Spoken to directly (unless she wasn't actually part of this organization at all and just ended up sitting down at the wrong time), the stranger zipped up her bag immediately as if hiding some kind of terrible secret inside...

Mr. Clearview was able to see, from high on up where she sat, that she was clearly concealing a hammer. Not many other things it could be, given everything, but mages and their ilk are strange folks so who knows. Anyway, addressed, she didn't nod or acknowledge what he had said first to her, and instead got introductions out of the way.

"Winnifred Pylypyshyn. No registration with any organization. My hobbies are watching movies and eating; training for this new position has limited my viewing time." It really didn't look natural but she took her bagged object and "hid" it behind her, the heavy head sinking deep into the couch cushion.

"...I was under the impression that using our legal names is required for this position," she added after a pause. Given his name, Mr. Clearview was probably used to disbelief, but rarely put in such a technical fashion.