laws what laws | Glowfic Constellation

dark_light

"I can put them wherever. I could probably turn them invisible if you spring for extra substances. And yours will be pretty hidden under fur, anyway."

the-nightmare-of-my-choice

"Hm. What if I turn into a human at some later date?"

dark_light

"That... would be weird? Since you're an adult? How would you do that?"

the-nightmare-of-my-choice

He blinks. "Oh, I... didn't know that was possible under normal circumstances. An acquaintance of ours is a sapient wolf with the magical ability to turn into a human woman, who taught some friends of ours to turn likewise into wolves. I was going to see if she could teach me her trick, in the interests of integrating more easily into human society." He nods to his general wolfishness. "I'm a bit sharper than they'd usually prefer."

dark_light

"Oh. Well, be careful you cover up - a lot of human-form daemons go around in hoodies and gloves all the time, and that's with most people being able to tell the difference at a glance. Anyway, the tats go on kids all the time - witches' sons - and when their daemons change the tattoos stay, in some corresponding place."

the-nightmare-of-my-choice

"I'll take your fashion recommendations under advisement. Somehow I still think it'll be more difficult to keep children from touching me if I continue to look like a big fluffy puppy."

dark_light

"Yeah... kids are occasionally a problem even at home, not like school age ones but sometimes you get a particularly oblivious toddler who grabs somebody's chinchilla or something."

the-nightmare-of-my-choice

Livingstone shudders very slightly. "The thought of a child being in contact with Harry's soul is absolutely abhorrent. Mostly for the child."

dark_light

"...It's really much more unpleasant for the person whose daemon is being touched. In non-toddler-related cases it's usually prosecuted worse than rape."

the-nightmare-of-my-choice

"It was a bit of black comedy on my part; I apologize. I do understand the principle, otherwise I wouldn't be suggesting I spend a year in the forest meditating to get around the issue."

dark_light

Nod. "Anyway, if you're sure he's going to want the tattoos enough to pay for the ink materials I can order that up now and get to mixing."

the-nightmare-of-my-choice

"We have a small fund of... about a thousand dollars, set up for emergencies and unexpected opportunities. Once I'm home, I expect to make a decent amount of money to replace it within a few months. How much will the inks cost?"

dark_light

"Less than that. The plants are cheap and I'm providing the labor free. ...I think. Witches don't usually work in money. Lemme write up a list and check with Bar."

She writes up a list and says, "For a full standard protective set - which will, I caution, not make you bulletproof - you're looking at a hundred eighty bucks. It'll be more or less the same for anything else you want, if you find yourself unable to come by, I don't know, healing potions or something at home."

the-nightmare-of-my-choice

"We don't have healing potions, but we don't desperately need them either. I'm fairly sure Harry wants his gun blessed, possibly also his staff, and I might like a stick of my own - would carving certain magical sigils into a blessed weapon ruin it?"

dark_light

"I don't know. I wouldn't expect it to, as long as they don't happen to overlap with witch runes in some incorrect fashion."

the-nightmare-of-my-choice

"To turn a staff into a focus, I'd be putting... three parallel spirals of shallow runic inscriptions up and down its length, plus seven deeper-cut runes in their own locations. How likely would that be to cause incorrect overlap?"

dark_light

"I don't know what your runes are shaped like. My runic alphabet looks like -" Isabella solicits a book from Bar, turns to a rune chart. "Like so."

the-nightmare-of-my-choice

"Ah, you meant the language." He peers at the runes. "No letter collisions. It looks like we're safe."

He turns to Bar. "I don't suppose you could provide me with a hardwood quarterstaff made from the wood of a tree struck by lightning?"

It depends on how magically important the property of having, in fact, ever been struck by lightning is. None of my items have genuine histories prior to the moment of their creation. But I can easily produce a physically identical such object.

the-nightmare-of-my-choice

"Mm. Shouldn't risk it, really. I'll just take... oh, I might as well have fun with it. Bloodwood quarterstaff, six and a half feet, on Harry's credit?"

Of course. The staff appears.

the-nightmare-of-my-choice

Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden

"Thanks ever so."

He trots over to the door to the yard. "Harry, Isabella has graciously agreed to bless us! Kindly get back in here!"

fortheliving

Harry pauses in the middle of attempting unsuccessfully to skip a rock across the lake.

"Oh! Alright!" He picks up his staff and heads inside, ducking under the frame by force of habit.

dark_light

Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden

"It'll take me a while to mix up the ink," Isabella says, though she gives Bar her list and receives an array of things and a mixing bowl, whisk, and paintbrush. "And you have to decide where you want the tattoos."

Path flies back in after Harry and lands on his witch's head.

fortheliving