Amanda/Garrison - Full Magical
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xp_logsWith changes ruled out from a physical perspective, Kane tracks down Amanda to ask about a magical reason.
"So I need a favour, like usual, but I made Nanaimo bars and found that absurdly tight shirt you and Adrienne made me buy as bribery." Amanda and MA's suite door was open and Kane leaned in. The Canadian was indeed holding a plate stacked with some kind of layered bar treat and was wearing the too small 70s style Bee-Gees t-shirt that they'd found outside of an indy music store the three had wandered by drunk on their way to a club and made him wear for the rest of the night out.
Amanda looked up from the easy chair where she was curled up, reading reports from the magic user's network, and grinned. The door had been open because she had been hoping for a distraction, and here was one of her favourites. And in the t-shirt too.
"Yep, that shirt is still the best," she reflected, and waved him in. "Come in, shut the door and take a seat. You want tea with those?"
"Beer if you got one." He said, the ridiculously stretched faces of the Gibb brothers moving as he slipped into a seat and set the desserts down on the table.
Amanda snorted. "He asks if I have beer," she said as she uncurled and got up from her chair to go to the fridge. She came back with two bottles of Moosehead and set one on the coffee table in front of him. "Your brand and everything. I developed a taste for it when you were here and now I make sure there's always some around, curse you."
"I would say you owe me and should be nice to me, but you know you owe me and have been nice to be, so I'll just take the beer, eh?" he said, leaning back and letting her dive into the bars. "I've got a... weird issue going on."
She looked up, mouth already full of Nanaimo bar. "Whff kff issff?" she said, before chewing and swallowing and trying again. "What kind of issue?"
"So, you know I ran into Collins in her full upgraded mutate glory recently. She hit me with her powers and... nothing happened. I mean, I went from crippling pheromone attack to make all my organs pop to the vague sense she'd Febrezed me. I've run into car fresheners with more punch. The problem is that even with my omni-skin, her powers always affected me before. Doc Grey already confirmed there's no physical change she can detect. So I'm thinking... maybe something magical? I mean, I just got dipped in Infernal, Satanic... and other types of bad Hell shit that I don't even know the words for. Could something have messed me up?"
The witch paused in the middle of reaching for another tasty treat, brow furrowed. "I mean, it's possible? You've been put through the wringer, magically speaking, since Aikens." She thought back to Marie-Ange's jumbled Reading for him. Perhaps this was what it had been pointing to. "I haven't done a full magical read on someone for a while, but I can probably manage it. I just need to get something together."
"I have no idea. I mean, I got to find out randomly I had Asgardian magic pounded into me. You're the expert. You tell me if my chakras or aura or whatever is misaligned and if I need to fix it. Or what. I don't know."
"I think Angie and I got the better sort of pounding from Asgardian magic," Amanda quipped as she got up again and went to a certain drawer in the kitchen that had a child-proof lock on it - it wasn't much of a security measure, but it did prevent accidents in the morning before proper caffeination had occurred. After a brief rummage, she came back with a bag of some kind of khaki coloured powder and a teaspoon. She dipped the spoon in the bag and scooped up a measure of the powder and, wrinkling her nose, hurriedly shoved the spoon in her mouth. The disgust was clear on her face as she groped for her beer and washed the powder down with a healthy swallow. "Gah." She shuddered. "Fuck, that stuff tastes like day old arse."
"You know, can you not keep telling me about that Thor threesome. I mean, you could talk about our threesomes and... aw, fuck it. Fine, I don't match up to a god." It was hard to tell if he was petulant, joking or serious. Garrison was hard to read once Adrienne had left. "OK, what does it say? Death, life, free Netflix? I haven't seen that Weirder Kids thing yet."
Amanda was still washing down the powder with the other half of her beer as he spoke and set the empty bottle down with a thunk. "Give me a sec, just need to get my focus," she replied. Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths and when she opened them again, they glowed a bright, unnatural green. "All right, what have we got here..." she murmured, mostly to herself as she stared hard at Garrison. Or rather, through Garrison. Long moments passed in silence, her expression growing more puzzled the more she looked at him.
"I know that head tilt is used for dogs who are natural idiots. Is that me? Am I Idiot Dog?" Kane said after a moment.
"Huh?" Amanda blinked, the glow vanishing as she came back to the here and now. "Who's a dog?" Then she shook her head as if to clear it and focussed again. "No, no dogs, idiot or otherwise. It's just..." She frowned again. "To be honest? I have no fucking idea what's going on with you. Magically speaking."
"Well.. that's not great." Kane threaded his fingers together and rested them on the table. "So what do I do?"
Amanda got up and went back to the fridge and brought back two more beers. She uncapped hers and took a long swig before responding. "We go for a consult, that's what we do." She sighed. "And I know just who we need to talk to."
"OK, so... not as reassuring as I was hoping. I guess I have magic herpes or something. So, who gave them to me? Who has the cure?"
She rolled her eyes. "No, no magical herpes. I don't think. But you've had four or five different types of magical influence at various times and it leaves a mark. A bloody confusing mess, actually. And contrary to popular belief, I'm not the be all and end all of magic. Which means we're going to have to go see the Ancient One - he's got a lot more experience with auras and shite. Which makes sense, considering he's fuck knows how old and calls himself "the Ancient One"."
"The Ancient One... I was hoping for a Doctor. I mean, I don't know what kind but sure. How do we talk to the Ancient One?" Kane said. "Fly to Florida and make a sacrifice at a 4pm dinner hour at a restaurant?"
"Nothing so awful as that," Amanda replied, laughing at the mental image. "It's more he's a smug git trying to recruit me and my kids for his fucking magical crusade against the Dark Path." She looked pensive. "I'd rather not go to him directly - he already has two of my students and the less he knows about who lives here the better." Then she brightened. "SWORD must have connections with him, yeah?"
"Oh, not again. You know what that favour costs me, right? Costs you?"
"You saved her life and her career. She hasn't begun to pay you back for all the shit she put you through."
"Yeah, I know but..." Kane whined. "I don't wanna."
Amanda heaved an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, I'll go with you. I think the both of us together can handle Abigail."
"So I need a favour, like usual, but I made Nanaimo bars and found that absurdly tight shirt you and Adrienne made me buy as bribery." Amanda and MA's suite door was open and Kane leaned in. The Canadian was indeed holding a plate stacked with some kind of layered bar treat and was wearing the too small 70s style Bee-Gees t-shirt that they'd found outside of an indy music store the three had wandered by drunk on their way to a club and made him wear for the rest of the night out.
Amanda looked up from the easy chair where she was curled up, reading reports from the magic user's network, and grinned. The door had been open because she had been hoping for a distraction, and here was one of her favourites. And in the t-shirt too.
"Yep, that shirt is still the best," she reflected, and waved him in. "Come in, shut the door and take a seat. You want tea with those?"
"Beer if you got one." He said, the ridiculously stretched faces of the Gibb brothers moving as he slipped into a seat and set the desserts down on the table.
Amanda snorted. "He asks if I have beer," she said as she uncurled and got up from her chair to go to the fridge. She came back with two bottles of Moosehead and set one on the coffee table in front of him. "Your brand and everything. I developed a taste for it when you were here and now I make sure there's always some around, curse you."
"I would say you owe me and should be nice to me, but you know you owe me and have been nice to be, so I'll just take the beer, eh?" he said, leaning back and letting her dive into the bars. "I've got a... weird issue going on."
She looked up, mouth already full of Nanaimo bar. "Whff kff issff?" she said, before chewing and swallowing and trying again. "What kind of issue?"
"So, you know I ran into Collins in her full upgraded mutate glory recently. She hit me with her powers and... nothing happened. I mean, I went from crippling pheromone attack to make all my organs pop to the vague sense she'd Febrezed me. I've run into car fresheners with more punch. The problem is that even with my omni-skin, her powers always affected me before. Doc Grey already confirmed there's no physical change she can detect. So I'm thinking... maybe something magical? I mean, I just got dipped in Infernal, Satanic... and other types of bad Hell shit that I don't even know the words for. Could something have messed me up?"
The witch paused in the middle of reaching for another tasty treat, brow furrowed. "I mean, it's possible? You've been put through the wringer, magically speaking, since Aikens." She thought back to Marie-Ange's jumbled Reading for him. Perhaps this was what it had been pointing to. "I haven't done a full magical read on someone for a while, but I can probably manage it. I just need to get something together."
"I have no idea. I mean, I got to find out randomly I had Asgardian magic pounded into me. You're the expert. You tell me if my chakras or aura or whatever is misaligned and if I need to fix it. Or what. I don't know."
"I think Angie and I got the better sort of pounding from Asgardian magic," Amanda quipped as she got up again and went to a certain drawer in the kitchen that had a child-proof lock on it - it wasn't much of a security measure, but it did prevent accidents in the morning before proper caffeination had occurred. After a brief rummage, she came back with a bag of some kind of khaki coloured powder and a teaspoon. She dipped the spoon in the bag and scooped up a measure of the powder and, wrinkling her nose, hurriedly shoved the spoon in her mouth. The disgust was clear on her face as she groped for her beer and washed the powder down with a healthy swallow. "Gah." She shuddered. "Fuck, that stuff tastes like day old arse."
"You know, can you not keep telling me about that Thor threesome. I mean, you could talk about our threesomes and... aw, fuck it. Fine, I don't match up to a god." It was hard to tell if he was petulant, joking or serious. Garrison was hard to read once Adrienne had left. "OK, what does it say? Death, life, free Netflix? I haven't seen that Weirder Kids thing yet."
Amanda was still washing down the powder with the other half of her beer as he spoke and set the empty bottle down with a thunk. "Give me a sec, just need to get my focus," she replied. Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths and when she opened them again, they glowed a bright, unnatural green. "All right, what have we got here..." she murmured, mostly to herself as she stared hard at Garrison. Or rather, through Garrison. Long moments passed in silence, her expression growing more puzzled the more she looked at him.
"I know that head tilt is used for dogs who are natural idiots. Is that me? Am I Idiot Dog?" Kane said after a moment.
"Huh?" Amanda blinked, the glow vanishing as she came back to the here and now. "Who's a dog?" Then she shook her head as if to clear it and focussed again. "No, no dogs, idiot or otherwise. It's just..." She frowned again. "To be honest? I have no fucking idea what's going on with you. Magically speaking."
"Well.. that's not great." Kane threaded his fingers together and rested them on the table. "So what do I do?"
Amanda got up and went back to the fridge and brought back two more beers. She uncapped hers and took a long swig before responding. "We go for a consult, that's what we do." She sighed. "And I know just who we need to talk to."
"OK, so... not as reassuring as I was hoping. I guess I have magic herpes or something. So, who gave them to me? Who has the cure?"
She rolled her eyes. "No, no magical herpes. I don't think. But you've had four or five different types of magical influence at various times and it leaves a mark. A bloody confusing mess, actually. And contrary to popular belief, I'm not the be all and end all of magic. Which means we're going to have to go see the Ancient One - he's got a lot more experience with auras and shite. Which makes sense, considering he's fuck knows how old and calls himself "the Ancient One"."
"The Ancient One... I was hoping for a Doctor. I mean, I don't know what kind but sure. How do we talk to the Ancient One?" Kane said. "Fly to Florida and make a sacrifice at a 4pm dinner hour at a restaurant?"
"Nothing so awful as that," Amanda replied, laughing at the mental image. "It's more he's a smug git trying to recruit me and my kids for his fucking magical crusade against the Dark Path." She looked pensive. "I'd rather not go to him directly - he already has two of my students and the less he knows about who lives here the better." Then she brightened. "SWORD must have connections with him, yeah?"
"Oh, not again. You know what that favour costs me, right? Costs you?"
"You saved her life and her career. She hasn't begun to pay you back for all the shit she put you through."
"Yeah, I know but..." Kane whined. "I don't wanna."
Amanda heaved an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, I'll go with you. I think the both of us together can handle Abigail."
