blood sweat tear

[imeanforever]

He's moving her to a different court to see if it'll improve her attitude. She's allowed to fly. It's been a long, long time since she was allowed to -

She is only allowed to fly to her destination, not anywhere else. She notices that she is not where she should be, that she cannot progress to where she was told to go, and she careens out of control when her wings won't flap anymore, and she crashes.

---

with Miles (kappa)

with Minus (kappa)

Comments

[imeanforever]

"A little."

[eversomuchfun]

"Actually it afforded me an interesting insight into how she seems to think. I begin to suspect she might be useful to your long-term project," he says. "I don't yet have enough evidence to tell whether she is any good at it but she definitely seems to view the world in what I might call administrative terms. Her taste in fictional characters also lightly implies that she's the sort of person you might expect to find at the center of a well-organized network of people with useful skills."

[imeanforever]

"I wonder what mortal fiction is like. Maybe I'll investigate when there are fewer practical challenges about. I'll keep an eye out for useful administrative properties."

[eversomuchfun]

"Also, if she can come up with a functional sunlight ward on short notice, she definitely commands useful magical resources that we could benefit from if we allied with her."

[imeanforever]

"You're better calibrated on that than I am. What would that suggest she might also be able to produce?"

[eversomuchfun]

"If I could unproblematically guarantee the helpful cooperation of whoever she's getting the sunlight ward from, I'd ask them to spy on your old court for you if you're still interested in that, and I'd probably ask them what they can contribute to the effort to conquer it. I don't know what else they might be able to contribute specifically, but I'm inclined to suspect them of usefulness regardless."

[imeanforever]

"I'm not sure how much a mortal would derive from a reasonable amount of time spent spying. There's some context they wouldn't have."

[eversomuchfun]

"Oh - no, I was imagining them forwarding you the results by whatever means, just casting the actual spell themselves. It's likely to be better fare, and they're likely to be more skilled at casting it, than you or I would be with whatever we found in those books."

[imeanforever]

"Oh, I see."

[eversomuchfun]

"For that matter, if you want to make a serious study of local magic, the person who can come up with a functional permanent sunlight ward in two hours is probably a better teacher than an unattended library if they are capable of teaching at all."

[imeanforever]

"Point taken."

[eversomuchfun]

"Anyway. I am thirsty and would like to spend the first part of our two-hour wait stealing blood from a butcher's shop."

[imeanforever]

"Should I supervise you so the Slayer doesn't hold me responsible if you have a sudden lapse of judgment?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Up to you. It's not necessary, but I won't mind."

[imeanforever]

"Well, I don't have anything else to do anyway." She flutters into the air to follow him.

[eversomuchfun]

He locates the back entrance of a butcher's shop, picks the lock, enters, and raids their supply of animal blood.

[imeanforever]

All very neat and tidy and nonmurderous.

[burning_gold]

What's that over there?

It appears to be a couple of mortals making out in an alley!

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock glances at them and snorts.

[imeanforever]

"What?"

[eversomuchfun]

"I think I've seen that fellow around before. Mind if I stop for a chat?"

[imeanforever]

"I don't see why not."

[eversomuchfun]

"Thanks."

He approaches the pair, casually sipping from a large plastic container full of pig's blood.

[burning_gold]

They're pretty well occupied, but during a break in the proceedings one of them turns around to call out at him, "Hey! Find your own alley, we're busy here!"

[eversomuchfun]

"Far be it from me to interrupt," he says. "Thought I recognized you, that's all." Slurp.

"...What is that?" wonders the other alley-goer.

"Pig's blood," Tea says cheerfully.

"Ew! Gross!"