9237/A Path to the Silver City

A Path to the Silver City
Date of Scene:	22 December 2021
Location:	Candle, Booke and Belle
Synopsis:	Nettie and Jon talk shop about traveling to the Silver City. Tynan has an evil book, and momentarily becomes a threat.
Cast of Characters:	Nettie Crowe, Jonathan Sims, Tynan Ireton
Tinyplot:	Path of Glory

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Nettie Crowe has posed:
    The Candle was quiet again today, after its initial visitor in the morning who set Nettie about a Task, she was quietly working two paths at once -- getting the materials for a Very Special Project, and tracking down the man, the myth, the silly goose who traded places with Michael the Archangel.

    Annette Crowe was quietly sitting in the middle of the room. There was a circle around her, and orbiting her were a number of stones. Her white hair was flying up, her eyes open, but a dark violet-blue through-out. She had her hands spread apart, and between them a silvery, molten-metal looking substance. She was wearing a tank top, showing the scars that lifted over her shoulders and down her arms, burns and bites and long, deep scratches long since healed over or scarred.

    And of course, the tattoos that bound her soul to her body were alight, lit like black-lights as she focused.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    It's cold and blustery, so Jon actually has a hat pulled over his ears when he slips in to Nettie's shop, one of those cabbie hats with the ear flaps, along with scarf and jacket to bundle up against the cold. He opens his mouth to say something and then stops, peering at the circle and Nettie within.

    "Well," he says softly as he goes to start pulling off his scarf, "I have the /worst/ timing, evidently." He closes the door softly and stands aside so he doesn't bother whatever she's doing. Ritual magic can be tricky that way.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Your timing is impeccable." Nettie states, her voice echoing. "The kettle is about to boil. Help yourself to some tea."

    And the liquid metal comes together, in little bars the size of fun-size candy bars. Each is a perfect reflection of one another, and Nettie allows the magic to fade. Her hair settles. Her eyes close, and she catches the metal carefully in her hands.

    "Bleh. Working with mercury always leaves such a funny taste in my mouth." she complains, and she draws up.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon blinks at Nettie as he unzips his jacket, green cardigan and t-shirt beneath, but sets his outer layers down on a chair and goes to make tea, fetching the kettle and putting leaves into pots and all the little bits of the tea ritual. He stares at the tea pot once it's steeping, like staring at it will make it brew faster. This is why his husband makes the tea, unless it's masala chai. He's too impatient to even let the kettle boil properly, usually.

    He spins away so as not to watch the pot any longer, faces Nettie, and says, "Mercury? Wait, did you just make mercury solid at room temperature?" He sounds impressed. "Or am I misunderstanding what just happened?"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Yes." is Nettie's only answer, as she leans over to grab a gray cardigan, and she brings the bars with her to the counter. In they go to a wax-lined paper bag, and then under the counter. "Shop order. NOt often I get challenging reagents. I wanted to be sure of this one myself, it's too important to let go to someone else." she comments quietly, and goes to wash her hands.

    "I think I have a pathway."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "That's /fascinating/. I'd love to know how you did that. I could /probably/ summon a bunch of bars of solid mercury but they'd disappear shortly after I stopped concentrating on them. Changes I make to the world seem to stay, but the magic constructs themselves fade." Jon frowns thoughtfully. "Except the water that got cursed... was the it the curse that did it, holding it in place...?"

    He shakes himself. He's rambling. He focuses a moment, watching Nettie move around the room.

    "A pathway? A pathway to where?"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "The Edge of Creation." Nettie states quietly, and she pulls a folio out from between her tea stacks.

    She pulls out a few pages out -- but on one, a red thumb print was bound in a square, marked with arcane sigils of her own design, and signed beneath it:

Francis Chandler.

    "This is one of my most valuable thimbles of blood in my collection." she states quietly, and she sets it on the counter.

    "I think I can track him down, but I did the maths, I can't make a circle big enough to physically get to the Silver City. I'll only be able to send minds." she comments quietly, and looks to Jon.

    "You understand the risks that we're putting on us all once the ritual is started up. There is no turning back until it's ended, and we're all going to be hellaciously strapped the next day."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon frowns and holds up a hand. "Wait, wait... okay, so. You can get people's /minds/ to the Edge of Creation. The Silver City. Heaven." A pause. "To... find Chas. To bring him home? Or just to gather information?" His bouncy countenance from earlier has faded somewhat, into something more somber and serious.

    He turns away, to go about putting tea and milk and sugar in a cup. His hands shake, to the point where the rattling of them clinks the spout of the kettle against the cup, but he manages not to spill anything. Stands there looking at the tea cup instead.

    "Who else is doing this? You said 'we.' Or were you intending just the two of us?"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "I made the assumption that it would be more than the two of us." Nettie states. "Sara would be a good choice, she's got a fair steady mind about her, but she'd be without the Witchblade. Then I considered the girl -- the one the Other John had brought in, but it's come to my attention that she's in a bit of a spot at the moment. Probably not going to be the most stable to send, might try something stupid -- as seventeen-year-old magicians are wont to do." she states, with a dry sense of 'yes teenagers amirite?' "Zatanna was another thought, and I could lean on her to help power the circle, but it depends on if she's teaching her pups new tricks." she states, and she withdraws a flask from her boddice, and flicks it open.

    Her arms cross a moment, and then she tilts the flask back, drinking something that strongly smells of pine.

    "I thought," she continues, "since you are spearheading this, you may have another couple of suggestions."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "Sara and Zatanna are both good choices," Jon muses. "I don't know if emotional resonances count for much, but both of the two new folk I've met--Johnny Blaze and this Atrun fellow--might be useful and they're not emotionally attached yet. Otherwise..." He huffs out a breath. "Lydia and d'Arqueness both have good heads on their shoulders, smart about ritual magic, it would be good for them to know what's going on. And d'Arqueness helped power the circle that trapped Michael. And there's Lasariel, although... well, that's emotional, she might try to do something stupid." He sighs.

    He looks up from the tea cup, eyes a bit wide. "Do... you think we /can/ get Chas back? Now, right now? I... I mean... even if that didn't end this, even if Michael still sent his army..."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Speaking of people doing stupid stuff while teachers disappeared...There's the sound of a V4 parking outside the shop. The door opens, and that trademark longcoat of Ty's is seen. There's a fast step to her pace as she heads quickly to the back while holding her arm. There's a small scent of burnt meat that wafes through the shop for a second before Ty heads into the back. Nettie knows the signs of Ty working. After a few seconds though, there's a change in energy. Like a different flow to things. Its not...evil, but its not good, and there might be a small scent of brimstone coming from the back...Just what is Ty doing this time that she's in a such a hurry?

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "I... have no idea how Blaze and the Ghostrider will work. I'm not sure if I can send them both, and separating sounds like a bad idea. A very bad idea." she remarks quietly, and then fishes a cigarette from some pocket or another, and follows with offering a hand-rolled cig from the cloth pouch in her pocket to Jon as well.

    "Do I think we can get him back? ... I... don't know. I wish I had a solid answer, boyo." Nettie gives a smile. "A lot of magicians are bluster and arrogance. A lot of magicians end up dead early from their arrogance. Hoisted by their own petard, generally through their guts, split from ass to mouth. I've seen my share." she remarks, lighting her cigarette with a cheap Bic lighter.

    "I think we can get him back. Maybe not this trip. I don't know how long it would take to bring his body back here since he was essentially raptured, wasn't he?" she asks.

    ... she watches Tynan come through the shop. She watches Tynan disappear into the back.

    "... bloody girl can't even be proper with a hello?" she asks, and calls out "OI! TYNAN!"

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon takes the cigarette with a murmur of thanks, pulls out his spiderweb lighter and flicks it open. He watches Tynan go by while he lights it up, eyebrow raised, and takes a drag before he notes, "Haven't seen Mairin about. S'pose she's busy with work."

    He sighs, then, and leans on the counter, expression dour. "I'm terrified," he says bluntly. "Showing up in Heaven, even mentally, might be akin to walking up and telling Michael 'never mind January 6th, let's get this over with now.' I'm not certain I'm ready for divine retribution just yet. I have... pressing business." He swallows. "But I'll remember everything we see, which... might be important."

    He flicks some ashes into a nearby receptacle and frowns at the floor. Glowers, really. "I'll help how I can, though. I might be able to put power into the circle, too. When are we doing this?"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    There's some sounds of gear being dropped on the floor in the back, and Ty comes out. And looks a little...different...She has two very very tiny horns poking out her forehead, a definite red hue to her skin, her eyes are slightly yellow, and there's two little tiny fangs poking out her mouth. "Sorry, hello. That hurt like hell. Is there any scones about?", she asks in rapid order. The woman is holding a 9mm bullet in her fingers, before tossing it in the trash. She walks over, and grabs a napkin, and wipes off a little circle of blood off her shoulder now that she's in a tank top.

    "That healing spell is pretty nasty, and leaves me hungry as all hell. Not to mention giddy.", Ty giggles. That is disturbing. A giggling Ty. The woman takes a seat for a second, and soon, the features seem to be fading a bit. "Anyone seen a crazy bird around here. I have a book for him to look at, and I have about 50 or 60 mage shades telling me crazy things...", she tells. Huh? "Also, powering a circle? What type of energy? I mean, spiritual, chaotic, fae, druid, divine, salt?", she asks. Yeah, the healing spell leaves her a bit more hyper, but well, there's reasons.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    . . .

    Nettie stares a moment at the horns and fangs.

    "... look, when I said 'it was up to you how you use your magic', I really hoped it wouldn't come to this." Nettie states, leaning forward with her head in her hands. "Corvax is still recovering from my breaking his neck, poppet, to send a message out. Why are fifty to sixty mage shades telling you crazy things?" she asks, and then she breathes out, and slides the day-old platter of scones and sandwiches from a local deli shop over to Tynan.

    "Eat up, pup." she states, and then takes a breath.

    "Recall Chas? The larger gent at the Laughing Magician? He's been absconded by the Archangel Michael. We're looking at a way to bring him home." she explains very patiently... and then she adds in a soft explaination to Jon:

    "... I don't think Mairin will be about here. Before I ... before I left I had to set a few items straight with her. And I'm afraid I might have upset her."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "Ah," Jon says, in a way that just kind of encompasses the whole of /that/ notion. "Well. Hope she's well." He sighs and eyes Nettie's /other/ apprentice, the one now sporting... horns and red skin.

    "Oh good lord," he mutters. Then, louder, "Hello, Tynan. Nice to see you again. Angels will be invading New York soon, so I'd suggest figuring out a way to hide the new look." He waves his cigarette to encompass... Tynan.

    Then he looks to Nettie. "When you have a moment... I actually came by to pick up some reagents. Herbs, or... or whatever might work to... help." He frowns, distractedly, and focuses on taking another drag.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty blinks a little bit before digging into the scones. She pauses a moment, and touches her horns, and fangs. "OH! You think...No no no. Just that I learned the healing spell from a Hell Lord, so I kinda get the appearence of one when I use it.", she tells. The woman shakes her head, and quickly draws a circle on a napkin. Its a simple circle that Nettie showed her. THe woman casts into the circle, and the appearence changes...to that of a druid cloak that seems to wrap around her. After a few seconds, Ty stops that spell, and then starts to cast a second spell using fae words to create a sian. The circle...doubles by appearing where a scone was. The sian though takes a lot of energy to mantain, and she soon losses the illusion. The thing is, Ty's appearence changed again. Her ears got a little point, her eyes got a little slanted, and her skin went pale for a few seconds.

    "Apparently when I started casting more focused spells, I seen to take an appearence. A few people think that the magic flows through me, and works its effect through me, but changes cause I'm a mutant.", she tells. The woman goes about devouring the scones and sandwichs. "And dammit, I had dibs on Corvex!", she tells. Yup, still hyper. Ty goes to the back, and then pulls a grimore out, and starts to hand it to Nettie before suddenly pulling it back.

    "She's my teacher! You all need to shut up!", she says to the air. There's a shifting back and forth, and Ty seems to be distracted. "Yes, I heard angels are invading, and no I'm not going to set up a massive 4 direction barrier! I can't focus to that level! I can barely do the salt circle right, and thats with me enchanting the salt!", she hisses into the air..."Hello Jon. I was wondering if I could set up an appointment with you sometime about dealing with Shades...", she says.

    When Nettie looks at the book, its very very very apparent that this grimore is not one that should be in Ty's hands. Its possessed, not to mention filled with spells that there's no way for Ty to cast without harming herself. Not to mention, waaaay beyond her level. Its not Red Dragon level, but maybe a step or two lower then it.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Salvia or indica?" Nettie questions to Jon, and then motions with a 'please continue' roll of her hand as she pulls out a notepad, ready to start writing a list -- until Tynan starts to hand over that book.

    Crisis after crisis. The list is forgotten a moment as she looks to the book, and her lips curl to a frown.

    "Tynan, where the blazes did you get that book?" she questions gently. taking the book carefully with her fingers barely holding onto the edges, as if it might burn her. She looks up and squints into the air behind Tynan.

    Onemn duguth rad swat yfel hleotan lecgan uppan thaette wununes, aetberan bale bane! she commands, and she tries to force the shades that have surrounded Tynan. She then brings her cigarette from her mouth to her palm, burning the roughened skin to show her will.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "I don't know for sure, the problem's--"

    Jon turns to regard the cloud of shades he's /just/ now noticing around Tynan. He's that distracted. He heaves a long, long, /long/ sigh and raises his voice. "Oi! Could you /shut up/? You're /dead/, your business can wait half a second."

    Nettie probably has this, to be honest, but he's... distracted. And irritated. And worried. He glowers at the air around Tynan and takes another drag on his cigarette.

    "As I recall, you're a mercenary, yes? Mind explaining how you got these... hangers-on?"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty shrugs her shoulders. "Oh, some kid ran up to me, and gave me the book. He started screaming that he was free of the voices before he kissed a mercedes doing 60 mph down the road in front of the book shop. You know the one with the super cheesy romanc...I mean the research materials you tell me to read about?", she asks.

    The shades show themselves in full now. And there's several that just seem to be a level or two higher then the rest. There's a young woman in the corner, but her dark eyes show an age way beyond her youthful body. There is what looks to be a troll almost covered in runes. And there's a elven figure in the corner. That one...there's a definite feeling that that shade is dangerious. As soon as he sees that he can be clearly be seen, he seems to cast a sian, and makes several versions of himself. They mix around each other before moving around the shop at different speeds.

    "I got these...pain in the rears when I got that book. They've even been hit with soulfire, and still like to visit me...", she mutters. After a few seconds, she blniks as she looks at Jon. "Mairin? Why are you here? I thought Jon was there?", she says. THe woman looks at Nettie. "Oh, when did you go over there, Jon?", she asks. Ty's eyes are glowing a little bit.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie takes a breath. "Well. What's a few more spectres." she mutters to herself, and raises her hand.

    Hwearfian thoan eas beleorendlic ben-aeman eower reost. she commands.

    "Tynan. Ty, focus on my voice, pup. I want you to close your eyes. And Focus. On my voice." she states. "Clear your mind, poppet. Imagine a world of simple, white light."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon eyes the shades and then the book. Eyes Tynan. "So it's connected to the book," he says blandly. "Gods save us from evil books with spirits bound to them." He considers the problem for a moment.

    "If that doesn't work," he indicates what Nettie's doing with his cigarette, "might passing the book to someone else? The same way it got passed to you, I mean. A temporary fix, perhaps, but you could give it to someone who can keep a better handle on the spirits."

    Then he blinks. "Unless... you said 'kissed a mercedes doing 60 mph'... would handing the book off kill you...?"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    The Elven shade shakes their heads as they move around the trio. They all seem to be mouthing something. Ty looks up a bit. "What are you saying Nettie? Try yelling if you went upstairs.", she says. She looks at Nettie a bit. "Well, from what I researched, Jon, the book was being studied at Manhatten U. The professor got locked up after he decided to slam his head into a white board, and started writing stuff on it. Then the UPS truck that was transporting it drove into a dead end at 100 mph. Then the kid got it, and found a mercedes.", she says.

    The woman shakes her head a bit as she looks at Mairin. "What does shepard's pie have to do with magic, Mairin?", she asks. THe woman blinks as she looks at Jon. "Look, yeah, you may be a genius, but stop rubbing it in that you get all the jobs!", she hisses while looking at Jon. She looks back at Nettie. "But yeah, Jon, I think giving the book ends up killing people. And I think the shades are trying to get me to cast their style of magic so they can take over.", she says.

    "I can go get the regents while we wait for Nettie to come back down.", she says to Nettie.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "... they're all in her head." Nettie and she looks at the book, and then back to Tynan.

    And she takes the book fully. She holds it in her hands. She curls her fingers around it, and then states in very, very plain English:

    Leave Her Alone, I trust you know I am far a better caster than she. she warns, and then her hands begin to get warm. "Jon. Do us a favor, love, and just touch her hand for me? Try to startle her out of it."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "I don't even know what I /need/ yet," Jon replies to Tynan. Just so she's not running about the shop trying to gather things when he truly has no idea what he needs.

    But he nods at Nettie's suggestion, and steps forward to touch Tynan's hand, gently. "Hey," he says. "Hey, focus over here. On me." Adds the slightest thread of telepathic... not compulsion, exactly. More like a flashing light to get her attention, mentally.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    The elven figure shakes his head a bit, and laughs. "You are better, but you don't have her power. Can you go into other dimensions with a flick of your fingers? Your spells can't affect us there.", he smiles. Ty blinks a little bit as she hears two Jon voices. She looks around a little bit. "Mairin? Why are you speaking like Jon, and why do I hear two Jons?", she asks.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon sighs, and /glares/ at the elven figure. "If you're so old and powerful, maybe you'll recognize this." He pulls his hand away from Tynan, and reaches over to twist the bracer on his left wrist. His clothing changes, all at once, to be a costume of faience beads and gold, linen and pleated silk, shimmering in yellows and blues and golds. He wears a mask with a long black beak and a crown atop his head bearing the feather of Ma'at.

    Some mystical sorts /would/ recognize the Archivist--it's hit and miss sometimes, they aren't public figures but they go /everywhere/ and they've been around for thousands of years. And 'everywhere' does include other dimensions. Also, the Archive is on the Astral Plane. And even if they /don't/ recognize the outfit, there's power there, quite a bit of it.

    The Archivist shakes his head. "I don't have /time/ for this," he snaps. "I've got a dying girl in Queens, and angels about to invade Manhattan, and I need to finish this planning with Nettie, I do /not/ have time for you all to be bothering this poor young woman." He turns to look at the book in Nettie's hands, and begins pulling together a mental construct around it. A ward, envisioned as a kind of box around the book. It'll take a moment to actually do; he's still learning how to do these things.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    The Elven figure frowns. He makes a face of disgust before the sian drops, and the figures converge into one. He breathes out before fading away. Ty then blinks a few times as she looks at Jon a bit. "Umm, what the hell is going on? Things got really quiet.", she says. The woman looks at Jon a bit, blinking a bit. Ty looks at Nettie a little bit. "Ally or?", she asks, looking at Jon a bit. "And Nettie, when did you come back down?", she asks.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "This is Jonathan Sims. Mr. Sims is another magic user. And I never left, poppet." Nettie comments quietly, having given up possession of the book.

    "This needs to be bound tightly. Ty, I want you to stay overnight in one of the warded rooms upstairs for observation." she huffs.

    "I have some blessed mantra ribbons from a friend of mine in Tibet. It has properties that show up in the Astral. But it seems like they want you, Ty, on account of your mutant powers."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    The Archivist puts the final touches on the Astral box, creating a lock--a big old iron padlock--and a large iron key. Only the key manifests as a physical thing, as none of what he's doing is visible to normal Sight. He offers the key to Nettie.

    "When you're ready to put on your mantra ribbons, this will get rid of my spell. Use the key to unlock the box and take it out to properly ward the book. And please, try to do it soon--without a physical object to bind the ward to, I'm going to have to give a sliver of my concentration to maintaining this and I've already got a lot going on."

    He shudders, and reaches over to twist the bracer again. The 'superhero outfit' melts away and he goes to drop in a chair. "Sorry," he says. "I'm maintaining an entire bathtub of magical water right now, a few miles away, and it's /hard/."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    "Thats Jon?", she asks. The woman blinks a few times as she looks him over. Then she blinks a few times "Great...that explains a few things about spells I've been casting. I expected one thing, and it turned into another thing...", she says. The woman stretches a little bit. "And why my mutant power. You know what? Don't worry about it now. Focus on what Jon wnats.", she says. THe woman blinks a little bit, looking at the book.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Jon wants the book bound so that we can focus on this when we don't have Angels threatening all of existence and a dying young lady in Queens." She takes a breath, and tilts it back.

    "You could try asking Constantine to use a room at the House of Mystery. I know the House doesn't let time pass normally. Why I like it so much, in spite of its caretaker being a bit of a problem child." she gives a soft hum of breath, and then breathes out.

    "We were going to take a circle to look in on Chas tomorrow night, pup. I was going to ask if you were up for a trip, but I don't think that's a good idea with your current state." Nettie explains softly, and looks to Jon.

    "Now. Tell me about this girl in the water, and if IC an help at all."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon takes a slow breath in. Lets it out. "Her names is Agnes. She is, I believe, a latent avatar of Sekhmet. We rescued her from some vampires and she's holed up in the Midnight Mission just now, down in Queens, with Moon Knight and the Heliopolitans. I... knew her parents, I was around when she was born, so I..." He frowns. Shakes his head. "It's a long story."

    He huffs out a breath. "Last night, she suddenly got sick. In and out of consciousness, massive temperature fluctuations--feverish one minute, ice cold the next. Moon Knight called me down, and I've determined it's not anything physical. It's mystical, and I thought maybe it's attached to the solstice--dark of the sun, and all--but in a lucid moment she said nothing like this has happened before. I can't See anything past the magic fluctuations on her, so I thought that maybe some herbs or reagents that might... stabilize her? Long enough for us to figure out what the hell's going on."

    There's a thread of worry in his tone, the kind that's there in the voice of every parent that brings their child to the emergency room, telling the doctors what's wrong despite wanting to scream at them to fix it /right now/. Well, he did say he knew her parents, maybe he feels he has to surrogate.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty watches Nettie a little bit. "I can handle stuff. I mean, I have had some training since you've left. I have a healing spell.", she tells. Which is true...Save...Its not a nice spell. "I mean, it does hurt like hell, but what do you expect when its demonic healing.", she tells.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie just looks at Jon.

    "Stunningly, you don't know of anyone with experience correcting magical maladies for demigods." Nettie states, and she gives a soft hm of a sound. "/If/ you would like, I can take a look at her to see if there is anything I can do to help. Sekhmet -- war goddess, fire --" she waggles her head a moment "My work with Egyptian magics is unfortunately very little, basically what came in on the tradewinds while I lived in India." she explains to Jon, and she reaches to put her hand on his -- but stops short. Sometimes, even the Witch Death Rejected forgets.

    "... I was getting the remainder of my memories back, Ty. There's a war coming every six months for the next two years or so. Best be ready for it, yes?" she gives a small smile to Ty. "Magic should extract a price, but you should be wary what price you're giving. If a book is making you surrounded by wraiths who scream at you and ever previous holder has gone mad or tried to kill themselves -- or both... -- why... didn't you bring it to anyone in my place? Surely there was someone still about that would be able to help. Constantine, or his shadow, what of the other sorcerers out there -- Strange?"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty looks at Nettie for a long moment. "I mean, I learned how to do salt circles and healing form a hell lord, and some basic elemental spells from a avatar.", Ty says. The woman shakes her head a little bit. "And well, everyone seemed to have better things to do.", she says. The woman shakes her head a bit. "Either way, I also don't know many people...."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "Why do you think I came here, Nettie?" Jon says in a tired tone. "I figured if anyone might have an idea of what might stabilize magical temperature fluctuations... I figure on putting it in the water, or incense, or... I don't know." He rubs a hand across his face. "I just need to figure this out. I can't... she just needs to be okay, one way or another."

    He looks over at Tynan and shakes his head. "You're playing with fire," he says. "Magic is /dangerous/. I... found out I know more about it than I thought I did, that the man who taught me /didn't/ lie about how magic works, but I'm /still/ trying to be..." He huffs. "What's going on with you matters. It all bloody /matters/. I'm sorry if I made it sound otherwise."

    He looks to Nettie. "Should I bring her to the others, you think? The JLD I mean."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie breathes out, closing her eyes. That was her own shortfailing. Taking on students... such a bad idea. Such a bad idea. It never workedout well for the students.
    "Yes. Add Tynan to your Justice League Dark. Ally her to your cause. As well as me." she states, and she draws up herself a little. "I'll give you a few items that'll help bridge the gap and let you get some rest. But perhaps you should inquire with John's --" she pauses herself "With the bright girl. Since she is a healer, and such." she points out. "People tend to like what they're good at. I shall make a visit tomorrow if she cannot."