1st Storm: The Long Claw of the Law.

Le musée est fermé le lundi, ce qui offre à Victoria une occasion unique de rester dans son sanctuaire et d’étudier l’arriéré de textes. Son assistante apporte une nouvelle collection de livres. L’horrible créature ne vaut pas la peine d’être examinée car ses caractéristiques se métamorphosent rapidement et ne restent pas longtemps dans la mémoire. Was hast du heute gesammelt? elle envoie des pensées. Diese Bücher enthalten Mythen im Zusammenhang mit Verletzungen der Realität und sollten dazu beitragen, Ihr neues Verständnis zu festigen. La créature projette sa propre voix dans son esprit en réponse, c'est mieux comme ça.

The museum is closed on a Monday, affording Victoria a rare opportunity to stay in her sanctum and study the backlog of texts. Her assistant brings over a fresh collection of books, the horrific creature is not worth examining as it's features morph rapidly and do not linger long in the mind. What is it that you have collected today? she thinks at it. These tomes contain myths related to breaches in reality, and should help cement your new understanding found understanding. The creature projects her own voice into her mind in response, it is better that way.

Jake is posted up at a coffee shop near his apartment. He has a gigantic cup of black drip coffee in front of him. He's playing with his phone to kill time before Tulione gets back to him on what Ventrannia wants his next move to be. Sometimes he does a lot of waiting around for demons. He idly wonders if their much longer lifespans make them view time differently than he does, with his paltry 80 or so year allotment of life. Before he can get much further with that thought, his phone game loads and he's engrossed in that puzzle rather than bigger ones.

Criss, elle maudit sous son souffle. Victoria entre dans un cercle magique et clique sur ses doigts. L'étrange bibliothèque s'efface, son plafond extrêmement haut tombe rapidement, ses étagères tordues deviennent banales. Le sanctuaire devient un modeste salon dans un joli appartement. Étrange acutrament remplit la salle, bien en évidence est une épée ornée. Victoria pose sa main sur un petit livre à ses côtés et la réconforte dans son implament magique. Die St. Catherine Street läuft quer durch die Stadt, hoffentlich ist es der Teil in meiner Nähe.

En sortant son vélo de son appartement et en la verrouillant, elle a du mal à descendre le vieil escalier. Elle préférerait le garder dans la rue mais le dernier volé. Auf diese Weise kann es langsamer sein, aber das Fahrrad passt besser auf die geschäftigen Straßen. Son appartement est au-dessus de la librairie Bertrand, il faudra environ dix minutes pour rejoindre la rue Sainte-Catherine. Espérons que des signes de conflit seront évidents à son arrivée.

Victory curses under her breath, and heads to her magic circle. With a snap of her fingers the strange library reforms into a modest living room. St Cathrin street runs the length of town, lets just hope it's the part near me. Exiting the flat above a bookshop, Victoria decides the bicycle is probably the best choice for navigating the busy down town streets and rides towards the potential conflict.

I should really work on my French. Maybe I'll try Duolingo. Again, Jake thinks as he surreptitiously rearranges his body to get a better eavesdropping angle. He does not like the look of those men, and it might not be any of his business, but that kid looks like he could be in trouble. How bad of trouble will determine whether it's worth getting involved.

This seems like it could go poorly for that kid. No text or call from Tulione on behalf of Ventrannia or from anyone else telling him specifically his next move, so... might as well play with some bikers, right? It's a public space, which should mitigate the risk of violence, and if they want to take it outside, Jake's equipped to tango with them. Provided they're human. It could be messier if they aren't. Even as he assesses the risks, Jake has mostly decided to go for it anyway.

Jake gets up from his seat casually and heads towards the bathroom in the back of the shop. As he passes by the table with the bikers and the squeegee kid, his eyes fall on the kid like he's noticing him for the first time. With an exaggerated Southern dad gregariousness, he says to the kid, "Young man! What do your parents think about those piercings? And the blue hair?? You know, me personally, I think it's just great to see young people these days expressing themselves. And just look at the tattoos here on your friends!" He beams at the bikers.