[Sodium_noir] Gods of Fire, Saints of Ireland

[Jennie Teakle]

> Tom Kaurismaki, Christine, Father Bellamy
> Dreamspeaker Mage, Orphan Mage, Celestial Chorus Mage
> At St. Bridgett's, after 1 a.m.
>
>
> [Tom]
> "The Chaste Dragon, that's the cathouse, right?  Nah, I don't  
> usually bother going to places like that.  What you're talking  
> about, though, I think I know what you mean.  Are you knew to all  
> this?

[Christine]
  Christine glances longingly at the whisky bottle. "The Awakened  
thing? Yeah, pretty new. Since this morning."

Christine is uneasily aware of at least one occasion when the SIght  
got loose before her dramatic Awakening. Maybe more than once. But  
for some reason, that thought troubles her
and she is aware of a strong urge to suppress any similar memories.  
With alcohol.

> Tom took a long drink from the cup Bellamy had given him, shooting  
> the priest a inscrutable glance due to his eyes being hidden.  He  
> said, as an aside to Bellamy, "So funny, the people you meet, huh  
> Father?"

[Christine]
Christine tips another generous measure into her cup while the priest  
and Laufeyjarson talk. She drinks single-mindedly, ignoring the  
scalding taste of scotch whisky, never her favorite. But booze is  
booze and right now she would happily crawl into any kind of bottle  
and stay there.


> [Tom]
> He continued, then, to say to Christine, the whole time thinking  
> about what a kick it was to be on the opposite side of the teaching  
> routine; he waved his hand about him as he spoke to illustrate his  
> point, "Every single person with talent like us will tell you  
> differently, but this is the real story- everything you see and  
> hear is an illusion, and that feeling your talking about is  
> something you should trust, because it means you're hearing the  
> dreams of the world tree.  When did you awaken?  Is someone paying  
> their devoirs to you?"

[Christine]
Christine looks at Tom uncertainly. "It's not that I don't trust what  
I see. I do. I just don't know how to control it. And as for feeling  
the Node, I can't really explain that. It's like a whole new range of  
senses just opened up. And now I can these different layers of  . . .  
of reality. Some of the new stuff I kinda understand - in theory.  
Other things I have no names for. Yet. Is that how it is for you,  
too? Or does it all make sense? And what do you mean by 'devoirs'?"


> [Tom]
> His head snapped back over to Bellamy; the rest of his body was  
> languid, relaxed, so the most likely cause of the quick movement  
> was that he had just thought of something; that something was-  
> "This meeting... either this is a wierd coincidence, or it means  
> something, or is this freaky city just brimming with the Awakened?"

[Christine]
Christine is silent but she's thinking of the Mages she has already  
met. Bellamy. Panic. Aurora. The Scarab. Now this guy Laufeyjarson.  
All very different but Gotham seems to be the common denominator.


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