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Daeva Fairy Nick visits Maggie
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On an average day, most of the time he's awake Nick pays attention with half a brain, trying to grab one of the incoming summons. He's finally the first one to respond about halfway through a recording of some old TV show.

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He is in a room in a dark, drafty house. Candles are set at the corners of what appear to be a pentagram set into the circle. The other two people in the room are a balding man in a grey cloak holding a rusty knife and a young woman tied to some sort of makeshift altar. Grey Cloak looks startled; Young Woman looks bored. Grey Cloak is holding a piece of chalk that he looks to have just completed the circle with.

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"Oh, lovely, LARPers again. What do you need a fairy for?"

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"This was supposed to summon a demon!" Grey Cloak screeches.

"Also, this isn't a LARP, this is a murder attempt, I am not here of my own free will," the young woman adds. She doesn't look too terribly concerned by this.

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"Attempted murder and attempted unbound demon summoning. Two strikes, good sir." He flaps his wings and then knife-and-cloak guy is cloak guy. And floating in the air. He stares at the rope for a second or two before untying it properly (telekinetically). None of that snapping-the-rope nonsense, it's perfectly good rope.

"Do you have a safer way of putting him out than a blow to the head?"

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"Nnnot off the top of my head. To be fair, I'm pretty sure he wasn't attempting to summon a demon without a protective circle at all, but those don't work on the Fey, so."

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He looks confused.

For lack of other ideas, he tries a pressure point on Cloak Guy. If that doesn't work, a carefully modulated blow to the forehead with a random reasonably flat rock.

"I don't think I'm what you think I am."

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"You showed up in a fantastically shitty demon summoning circle. It wouldn't surprise me one bit."

Pressure point works. The guy goes limp.

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Nick makes sure to hold him in a way that does not impede breathing. It does take active concentration, but he's gotten good at splitting concentration. "Fey is not a category I'm familiar with, for example. And demons are more dangerous but operate under essentially the same summoning rules as fairies."

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"Well, in the categories I'm familiar with, fey is a slightly more respectful word for fairy. You don't actually look much like one, aside from the fact that the wings are plausible and off the top of my head I can't think of anything else that might have them."

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"Well, this is an interesting situation. I think this is a different Earth than my usual one."

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"Seems it. Well, so far this doesn't much resemble the plot of some kind of cheesy thriller movie--in fact it's much less like one than it was five minutes ago. What do you need next?"

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"...If I want to stay and be able to go home on request here I need to wait for this guy to wake up, get him to unsummon me, and have you re-summon me. Knocking him out may have been a bit hasty."

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"I appreciate it regardless."

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"I pride myself on my reasonable and proportionate hostility to murderers. I'll just go ahead and draw out a safe circle, it'll only get me as opposed to the first fairy who feels like it. You're kinda lucky, by the way, some other fairies might be halfway to New York, cackling as they fling trees into houses, by now." He pulls a piece of paper from one of his possibly overlarge coat pockets and draws telekinetically, with two pencils. The circle is in a fairy language, and so ought to be incomprehensible.

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"I suspect someone would manage to stop them eventually, but if they'd be halfway to New York by now that's probably too fast for any magicians or what have you to take care of it before serious harm is done. Lucky me, it would seem."

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"Unless your magic is terrifyingly powerful I don't think it can do much more than inconvenience daeva. New York was a facetious guess based on the fact that this is probably North America, by the way, but we are indeed fast when we want to be." Draw, draw, draw.

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"Terrifying is relative. However fast you move, having someone banish you to a different galaxy every five hundred years or so is probably sufficient to call the problem solved, for most practical purposes. And we're currently in Pennsylvania."

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"Ah. Yes, banishment to a different galaxy would be problematic. At that point I'd just wait a few decades for my summoner to die of old age, or for it to occur to them to unsummon me, I suppose, so I can finally go home." The drawing is done. It's a simple circle, no pentagram or anything, with a single ring of writing around it. He hands it to her.

"Step one, make most of the circle on a flat surface in any material, but don't close it. Step two, write out the script. Step three, finish the circle and wait a few seconds or up to ten minutes if I'm asleep at the time or something and I will probably appear."

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"Oh, if it goes away when the summoner dies then probably they'd just kill the summoner. Unless the summoner was me and the person doing the thwarting was the Vampire Mage, in which case the offending fairy would probably get galaxied. And then have a very boring several decades because I do not intend to die of old age."

She studies the drawing for a moment before carefully folding it and putting it in her pocket.

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"I take it the Vampire Mage is friend or family. And vampires are a thing. Lovely, I wonder what else exists here. Oh, circle has to have enough room for me to appear in, don't draw it on a post-it note or anything. You can also send them away by focusing, hard, on wanting to until it takes. Nice and easy, unless you're unconscious." Speaking of unconscious, how's cloak guy doing? That pressure point shouldn't have hit him too hard.

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He is, for the moment, still not moving, but not exhibiting any other potential signs of damage.

"He basically doesn't care about anyone's well-being on a personal level except his sister, but she cares about me a lot and well-being includes happiness and he cares about her well-being a lot. I don't, honestly, know for sure that there's anything specific that for sure and certain doesn't exist here, but if you wanted an overview of the particular things I'm familiar with I'm willing to provide."

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"Sure, list em. Vampires, wizards, mages, a different kind of fairy, demons confirmed. Angels? Space aliens? Perytons and bugbears? And, hey, let's get this guy roped up so he can't attack you when I'm gone." He lowers Cloak Guy to an inch or so off the ground.

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Daphne begins rummaging around for rope. "Angels are strongly suspected by a large number of people-in-the-know, since the existence of demons would seem to imply their opposite, but if there's any proof that they exist no one's gone semi-public with it and I've never seen one. Martians exist, I don't know about any other kinds of alien. I've never met or specifically heard of a real peryton or bugbear. Ghosts exist, werewolves exist, more than one variety of vampire exists, half-demons exist, swamp creatures exist, bigfoots exist..."

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The rope is behind the altar, still in one piece. "Good to know..." He holds up the rope. "I don't actually know knots all that well."

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"I do. Mostly from untying them, but it shouldn't be too hard to reverse it..."

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