Sons of Mutancy - Log 6
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xp_logsAmanda ‘drops in’ to examine the weapons and the magic behind them.
The warehouse was really more of a barn; an all wood construction with a three level set of scaffolding for storage. It was surprisingly clean and sparse, with a cement floor. They had moved the crates of guns into the back, stopping only to uncrate one on to a large trestle table in the middle. With a soft pop, Amanda teleported in, straining a little this far out in rural California.
She didn't get much of a chance to catch her breath - the energy emanating from the crate was dark and chaotic and definitely not from this world. It made her nauseous to even look at the weapons inside. Gulping, she staggered back a little.
Warm hands grabbed her gently by her shoulders to steady her. "Careful," Wanda said, giving Amanda a half smile as she moved her away from the crates. The other woman's physical reaction added to her growing unease. She'd known they were dealing with some nasty stuff - Amanda had just given her another piece of evidence.
"Well, at least you can't say I never invite you anywhere fun."
"Sorry if I don't thank you for this one, Boss Lady," Amanda managed with a wry grin. "The vibes from that stuff are really fucking horrible." Still, she had a job to do and she needed to pull herself together. "Let's see what we have, shall we?"
She moved over to the trestle table and stretched her hand out over the guns. To the non-magical, they looked like perfectly normal weapons of mass death. But to the witch... she shuddered and snatched her hand back as if she had been burned.
Wanda let out a breath at Amanda's reaction. "That bad." It wasn't a question.
She stalked around the table, careful not to touch the weapons herself. Not that she thought she'd feel anything - for all of her knowledge in magic, she simply didn't have the sensitivity - but, well, between Amanda's reaction and the fact that these were illegal weapons, she'd need her gloves first. "Are you getting anything specific besides a giant 'do not touch' feeling?"
"It's... demonic," Amanda managed to say, still shaking. "And it's strong. Fucking strong."
"Shit." She'd known this was going to be bad when they'd been asked to come in to help but demons. That was another level entirely. "The guy running this is already a nasty piece of work, without the demonic weapons." Wanda rubbed her forehead. "I hate to ask, I know this is affecting you. But can you get anything else from them besides demonic?"
"Let me try again." This time, Amanda managed to actually lay her hand on one of the guns, hissing between her teeth at the pain of it. "Powerful," she managed. "Definitely not from here..." At last she couldn't stand it anymore and yanked her hand away. "I have a couple of ideas, but I'm gunna need to check with the books. I'll text as soon as I have something, yeah?"
Wanda nodded. They had something and, hopefully, with some research, they'd have more to go on sooner than later. "You have the burner number," she said, fishing it out of her back pocket. "But I'm texting you some of the others as well, just in case something happens and you cannot reach me." She looked up and gave the younger woman a tight smile. "Go. You know where to find the good wine in my flat. You've earned it."
The warehouse was really more of a barn; an all wood construction with a three level set of scaffolding for storage. It was surprisingly clean and sparse, with a cement floor. They had moved the crates of guns into the back, stopping only to uncrate one on to a large trestle table in the middle. With a soft pop, Amanda teleported in, straining a little this far out in rural California.
She didn't get much of a chance to catch her breath - the energy emanating from the crate was dark and chaotic and definitely not from this world. It made her nauseous to even look at the weapons inside. Gulping, she staggered back a little.
Warm hands grabbed her gently by her shoulders to steady her. "Careful," Wanda said, giving Amanda a half smile as she moved her away from the crates. The other woman's physical reaction added to her growing unease. She'd known they were dealing with some nasty stuff - Amanda had just given her another piece of evidence.
"Well, at least you can't say I never invite you anywhere fun."
"Sorry if I don't thank you for this one, Boss Lady," Amanda managed with a wry grin. "The vibes from that stuff are really fucking horrible." Still, she had a job to do and she needed to pull herself together. "Let's see what we have, shall we?"
She moved over to the trestle table and stretched her hand out over the guns. To the non-magical, they looked like perfectly normal weapons of mass death. But to the witch... she shuddered and snatched her hand back as if she had been burned.
Wanda let out a breath at Amanda's reaction. "That bad." It wasn't a question.
She stalked around the table, careful not to touch the weapons herself. Not that she thought she'd feel anything - for all of her knowledge in magic, she simply didn't have the sensitivity - but, well, between Amanda's reaction and the fact that these were illegal weapons, she'd need her gloves first. "Are you getting anything specific besides a giant 'do not touch' feeling?"
"It's... demonic," Amanda managed to say, still shaking. "And it's strong. Fucking strong."
"Shit." She'd known this was going to be bad when they'd been asked to come in to help but demons. That was another level entirely. "The guy running this is already a nasty piece of work, without the demonic weapons." Wanda rubbed her forehead. "I hate to ask, I know this is affecting you. But can you get anything else from them besides demonic?"
"Let me try again." This time, Amanda managed to actually lay her hand on one of the guns, hissing between her teeth at the pain of it. "Powerful," she managed. "Definitely not from here..." At last she couldn't stand it anymore and yanked her hand away. "I have a couple of ideas, but I'm gunna need to check with the books. I'll text as soon as I have something, yeah?"
Wanda nodded. They had something and, hopefully, with some research, they'd have more to go on sooner than later. "You have the burner number," she said, fishing it out of her back pocket. "But I'm texting you some of the others as well, just in case something happens and you cannot reach me." She looked up and gave the younger woman a tight smile. "Go. You know where to find the good wine in my flat. You've earned it."
