"Hopefully no more thana coupla weeks though."
Richie came out with the paper and pen and a few items already written down. He repeated what he had written down to collect anything else they needed.
Today wasn't a particularly special day. Her family was out looking to buy slaves. Some for the house, some for the games, and some for entertainment. It wasn't an odd occurrence. Violet had been to dozens of them with her mother and father. The only unique thing that was happening today was that her father said she could choose some slaves of her own.
Unfortunately for her father, he didn't specify which type of slaves she was permitted to purchase.
The market was bustling with shouting people trying to sell the slaves they had. Each vendor having all sorts of slaves. From wereshifters to low level magic users.
As they looked Violet wandered away from her parents, her servant scurrying behind her as she came upon a man selling wereshifters trained for the gladiators games. She looked over each one, not considering to purchase anything yet.
His usual eight hour shift turned into nineteen after an Army Troop had rolled into town, and declared the station their headquarters. So much commotion broke out in the aftermath that Red couldn't break away to answer his phone when his daughter called. He hadn't ever gotten a chance to call her back before his battery died. He'd forgotten to charge it the night before.
On that note, it had been about twelve hours since he'd last spoken to his wife. Red had asked one of the dispatchers to phone her if they got a chance. He had no idea if she'd ever found one. They were all scrambling, making and fielding calls. Clashing with the invasion. It wasn't like the few interactions their department had with National Guard through the yeas. In those times there'd been respect, everyone avoided stepping on toes. The major at the head of the Army company, though, had stopped just shy of driving the heel of his boot into Red's foot.
In the midst of all this communications had started to go down. Internet was gone all of the sudden. Officers were reporting trouble with their cell phones. Concerned citizens were flooding the lines about the outages, about things they were seeing on those devices still accessing data, the sudden military presence in their peaceful on-no-radar-anywhere-town.
Red was dog tired as he trudged up the front steps and quietly let himself into the mostly darkened house.
An incident in town had kept Red late at work. It wasn't until the end of the sixth inning, more than halfway through their oldest son's game, that he slid quietly into the bleachers beside his wife. His gear was absent, but Red was still wearing his uniform as he settled, taking a moment to scope out the score on the board. Their team was two points ahead, runners on first and third.
"He been on the mound yet?" Red asked his wife, seeing Seth playing his secondary position as short stop rather than pitching at the moment. So far that was where he'd been playing the whole of the game, the two senior pitchers on the team having roated through the first three innings. Before Violet could answer the pitcher wound up and threw. The batter nailed a leftward line drive that Seth snagged from the air, and with practiced fluidity he took the ball and hurled it to the catcher at home plate to intercept the steal. There was a brief run down between the catcher and third before a successful tag out that made three, leaving their son's team trotting in to their dugout to get ready to go to bat while the other team took the field.
Down in the front rows of the bleachers a collection of their son's friends and cousins broke out into cheers.
Violet was prompt, if not early to her meeting with the mage. She already had her standard table set out and Dino knew she'd be there even though he was out of town. It was worrisome for the elder Lilin but he had his reasons, which she fully understood, no matter if she wished the circumstances were different.
After greeting Raoul she advised him that her plus one would be asking for her at the door.
She had calmly sat down at her table and ordered two glasses of wine hoping that her new friend, whom she had no name for yet, was prompt so it didn't get warm.
This is just an idea I've been throwing around that serves to further the idea of Mages not only have a presence in the city, but also sometimes aren't as aware of those that Awaken as they should be. Now I'll admit, I'm easily influenced by popular culture and film, so this idea is taken from the idea of looking at Carrie from an outside point of view involving the World of Darkness, and specifically Mages.
Basically it would be our version of the "Prom" in Carrie, the events that happen, but more so it would be where Mordria, with the assistance of Param (and any other Mage PCs we get between now and then), has to intervene on a young, naive girl that had secretly awaken and is now laying waste to her classmates. Of course this will be an area of discussion, but ultimately I want to see what kind of decision making process the mages have, and what decision they ultimately make regarding this girl who has the possibility of blowing the lid off the secret that is that Mages exist.
I also hope to make this a plot device to cause Jay to go through his Awakening given the events.
Thoughts, comments, questions... discussion of any type is appreciated. As I figure, it will be easiest for me to be the "Show Runner" for this one since I won't have a character actually involved, but I still think it could be interesting.