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Who: Byrons Watts & Hale (SWINDLERS 1 & 2), Avery Klutch (THE SEA WITCH)
What: The Byrons' plan to expose dark, disaffected artists to the effects of the troll mirror--under the pretense of drug influence--begins with a dark, disaffected artist within the Tale community.
When: Thursday, 3:30 PM
Where: The von Koelig vault
Rating: TBA, likely R for language.
Plans were scrolling uncontrollably through Byron Hale's mind as he shuffled behind Watts, in front of Avery, down the narrow hallway to von Koelig's safe. Don't approach it with too much gravity, he warned himself, the magic's in the powder, in the powder, not the mirror; and the powder is in Watts' pocket, not the safe. They were approaching the heavy locked door behind which the mirror was kept, and as they'd turned off the cameras, they were walking entirely without surveilance. The claustrophobic concrete made it easy to pretend he was not excited; it was harder to pretend he wasnt anxious. They were about to expose a friend to his own greatest fault--whether or not the pretenses were honest (and they weren't), that was not a step to be taken lightly.
Hale picked an imaginary strand of lint off his tie, then began to speak. "As I'm sure you know, by this point... because you pay attention, certain Tales have magic abilities."
The troll mirror had been no less real when it was a magic artifact known only to themselves, and he knew its weight because he'd dropped it on his foot, but it felt real now, and heavier; the Swindlers had a habit of regarding objects only as real as the swindle surrounding them. Engaging the first third party made it very real. They were crossing into the realm of risk, and as Avery Klutch was the only other Tale they would expose to it, he was the one most likely to see through their scam. To everyone else it was a drug they had accumulated from one of their usual shady people, possibly a shady person in Germany. To Avery it would have to be something like hallucinatory fairy dust... hallucinogenic fairy dust that reveals one's greatest flaw in the next mirror one sees.
As they reached the safe, he added, "We don't have that power. However, we've fallen into the society of someone who does. Someone who has, not magic itself, but a recipe for a magical product... a magical powder with one bizarre, yet very consistent, result."
What: The Byrons' plan to expose dark, disaffected artists to the effects of the troll mirror--under the pretense of drug influence--begins with a dark, disaffected artist within the Tale community.
When: Thursday, 3:30 PM
Where: The von Koelig vault
Rating: TBA, likely R for language.
Plans were scrolling uncontrollably through Byron Hale's mind as he shuffled behind Watts, in front of Avery, down the narrow hallway to von Koelig's safe. Don't approach it with too much gravity, he warned himself, the magic's in the powder, in the powder, not the mirror; and the powder is in Watts' pocket, not the safe. They were approaching the heavy locked door behind which the mirror was kept, and as they'd turned off the cameras, they were walking entirely without surveilance. The claustrophobic concrete made it easy to pretend he was not excited; it was harder to pretend he wasnt anxious. They were about to expose a friend to his own greatest fault--whether or not the pretenses were honest (and they weren't), that was not a step to be taken lightly.
Hale picked an imaginary strand of lint off his tie, then began to speak. "As I'm sure you know, by this point... because you pay attention, certain Tales have magic abilities."
The troll mirror had been no less real when it was a magic artifact known only to themselves, and he knew its weight because he'd dropped it on his foot, but it felt real now, and heavier; the Swindlers had a habit of regarding objects only as real as the swindle surrounding them. Engaging the first third party made it very real. They were crossing into the realm of risk, and as Avery Klutch was the only other Tale they would expose to it, he was the one most likely to see through their scam. To everyone else it was a drug they had accumulated from one of their usual shady people, possibly a shady person in Germany. To Avery it would have to be something like hallucinatory fairy dust... hallucinogenic fairy dust that reveals one's greatest flaw in the next mirror one sees.
As they reached the safe, he added, "We don't have that power. However, we've fallen into the society of someone who does. Someone who has, not magic itself, but a recipe for a magical product... a magical powder with one bizarre, yet very consistent, result."