Could I ask you both to do perception rolls please?

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14:19, Today: Percival Galois rolled 17 using 1d10+7.  Notice.

There was a moment that Goffery was quite glad to have come from a somewhat middling family, never pulled towards high manners and courtly affairs, but just near enough to know how to stay to the background.  Being a form of statue now did help quiet a bit.  Seemed he was dealing with two rather high up and powerful individuals.  The matter at hand, while grave was not the invasion he was preparing for.

Quite glad he left iron behind as that would be quite an unfortunate transgression again Morgana Le Fay.  He always thought those were funny stories based off stolen Welsh mythology. Though much was changed after having been a watcher, and more since becoming a less than living breathing being.  So now was the time to look and listen, despite how distracting this change of matters has become.

OOC: Goffery Lemnin rolled 10 using 1d10+7.  Notice roll.

The temperature is becoming less cold, at least on this side of the iron.  It's not exactly warm for the time of the year, but it is no longer the biting cold of a Siberian Winter.

"It is from Queen Medb that I heard," said Morgan.  "And the goblin has more than a little power but for now is little more than an irritant, when the Changeling remembers, well then things may change, especially should they choose together.  The goblin has already launched a napalm attack within Tir na n'Og.  And this weather... well I'm not entirely sure who did it".

Well, that was...bad. If Queen Mab and Morgan Le Fey weren't responsible for the weather, and they couldn't stop it...and there had already been an attack on Tir na n'Og, then things were already more dire than he had first assumed. And the fact that Morgan Le Fey of all people was the one to inform him only gave him more pause.

"I see...Most unfortunate news. Well, if the other Fey monarchs already know, I suppose they are as secure as they can be on their end. What would you have of me? I will not cross over into Faerie as you well know. Unless this threat has an obvious presence in the mortal realm, I am unsure as to how I can be of assistance. I welcome your council on this matter..." Percival said thoughtfully, stroking his chin.

He was more acquainted with the demonic of threat, the fae were something that was covered only by a few, warnings and lightly covered as the watchers had their slayer to train and look after.  As long as there wasn't a slayer active in the area it wouldn't be too bad.  Though he could swear there was talks of a slayer near here, so this looked to be in the prophesied bad times.

Looking over at Percival and his confusion on events, the statue's head tilted for a few moments before looking to Morgana, then to Percival, then back to Morgana, then back to Percival.

"I may be ignorant of the covenants to which you follow, and what oaths you are sworn to.  But if they are kept at bay and have the goblin to worry about.  Would not seeking the changeling come back to mortals be a task to abate such misfortune?"  He asked with a still quite level and emotionless tone as he could keep.

Morgan nodded.  "Sir Statue has the right of it.  I could search were I alone but my boys could not, so I ask you to keep eyes and ears open and if you can find the Changeling, then....  Well, whatever that conscience of yours allows."

The young man in the oversized coat gave the Golem a small nod of acknowledgment and respect.

"I most certainly can keep an eye out for the Changeling in question. It is the very least I can do. However, there are thousands of Changelings in the world, and they can be anywhere on the planet. Unless you have intelligence that the Changeling in question is in my area of influence? In which case, I would have any information that you have on this person to aid in my search," Percival said seriously, turning back to the dark lady.

"We believe", says Morgan, "That this particular Changeling is sixteen or seventeen years old, eighteen at the outside, still unaware of its nature and is living in Cambridge"

"Ah, then it really does fall under my sphere of influence. Do your sources know the sex of the Changeling? That will greatly cut down on the number of young people I have to investigate, when combined with their general age. Is this Changeling aware of their status as such? More than one of the creatures has grown up so long amongst humans that their nature is a mystery to themselves as well as others. I would prepare for either eventuality." the young man said, already thinking of the myriad ways of detecting a creature of Faerie.

"Percival, Percival, Percival, how long have you known me?" asked Morgan, "No, don't answer that.  I was saying that to say this.  I'm human enough to use the proper human pronouns if I name them, which sadly I don't in this case.  I'm also fairly sure the Changeling has forgotten that it is a Changeling."

"Wonderful. I suppose it would be too much to expect too much detail when beginning an investigation that could avoid calamity for two worlds. And explaining to a poor confused soul that they may be instrumental in the aforementioned catastrophic event will be a fun conversation...But such is my duty. So be it. I thank you for your warning and council my lady. Do we have any further business, or shall we adjourn to undertake the tasks required of us?" he asked, being polite, but not wanting to spend any ore time around this woman that was necessary.

"Have a pleasant rest of the morning Sir Percival, Sir Statue," said Morgan, "Blessed be and good luck".  With that Morgan Le Fey and her Ducal Guard faded into the fog and the iron lattice ceased to be visible.

Fair thee well Morgan le Fey, daughter of Igraine and Gorlois of Cornwall, apprentice of the great Wizard Merlin, mistress of the Seven Arts, and half-sister of King Arthur, Lord of the Britains. 'Til we meet again!" Percival called into the fog, giving a deep bow and the ancient words for departing.

While she had not done the same for him, it would not do for him to stoop to her level. Besides, being petty with Morgan Le Fey was sure way to swiftly meet death. And they were already enemies. No need to add fuel to the fire. He waited until the Fey troop had fully vanished, and the land was fully mortal again before he turned to Goffery.

"Well my Earthen friend, what say you to joining me in stopping an apocalypse?" the young man asked asked with a playful twinkle in his eyes.

"I feel this meeting was no mere chance, and you seem a decent enough sort so far. Forgive me for not asking your name earlier, but you do not want that woman paying any more attention to you , or knowing any more information than necessary. And names have power to Demons and Fey alike. Let no one tell you otherwise..." he said with deadly seriousness.

There was a slight motion of the golem's shoulders lifting a little then lowering slowly as he watched the two of them talk.  The unknowns of this were a dangerous situation without counting in the other dangers that are happening.  And he couldn't tell if this could be what brought a slayer about, or if there was something else to make this even more dangerous a place.

When the Duchess and her Ducal Guard left, he was focus on something that stood out to him for a few moments before looking back at Percival.  "Wow.  Looks like you have a most arduous task ahead of you.  Good luck with that Cival."  He said with a small bit of jest in his voice as he starts to walk slowly towards the Emmanuel Library.

However, when Percival asked him about helping, he gave a controlled pivot on one foot, walking backwards now to address the man.  "Just one apocalypse?  That is rather hopeful."  He said before slowing to a stop and giving a slight bow to the man.  "You may call me Go Lem."  He said with a bit more personality in his voice than when the Duchess or Percival had been around.

"Well, one must take the apocalypses as they come. Life would be ever so dull if there was only ever one, am I right? And I am sure at the very least you aren't the Changeling I need to find," he chuckled, taking out a cloth and cleaning his glasses before putting them back on.

"Go Lem you say? Well yes, I put that together for myself. Well...We are all allowed our secrets. There is something...familiar about you. Forgive me if this is a sensitive topic, but are you the creation of a local Mekubal? No offense intended, but a battalion of seven foot tall animated statues might be a difficult thing to hide from the uninitiated civilians. Your company is pleasant enough, of course," Percival asked evenly.

Goffery stopped in mid step, the stone form balanced on on foot mid stride as it's static semi-featured face was directed at Percival.  Lowering the foot to stand proper, while his head tilted to the right for a few moments before moving upright again.  "If only it was something as orthodox as Mekubal.  Sadly I came across what I knew of as a coven making this shell.  And in actions to stop them, I am the result."  He said, not lying directly, but there was obviously more to the story than that.

"Besides, as you said Cival, my appearance is not something the normal person can take in too well.  How could I be of aid?  Muscle when you find a target?  A shock trooper when you need to deal with someone else's monster?"  He asked.  "Standing as a new art installment at the local school to monitor every child between the age of 15 to 18 in case I can spot the changeling amongst the vandalism likely to happen?"  He said the last part as a joke and then raised a hand pointing at Percival in an almost threatening and defensive way.  "Do not even consider that last one.  I have enough issues holding on to my mind as it is.  I do not need to pretend to be a statue for that long."

There was a pause again as the statue was without sound, then it said, "Come on then.  Best not stand out here.  Unless you want someone to thing you mad for talking at a statue in public.  I think I know where some instant coffee is stashed away since the only other thing they have is tea."  He said casually as he returned to his march to the library.

"I see...Well, there is always a price to pay for facing the darkness. Well done, sir. Full soul transferal, or simply body transfiguration? I only ask, because the latter could easily be undone by any competent witch or wizard. The former is rather more...difficult. I can aid you with both, should you wish to return to your original form," the medical student said, eyes full of genuine sympathy.

He fell in step with the stone giant as he made his way to the library. He considered his next words carefully, as they were still technically strangers with each other. But still, if the Golem's story was true...

"Fear not, Mr. Lem. This would be a partnership, not servitude. As for how you would contribute, I am not sure yet. I do not know your physical or intellectual capabilities yet. You could be useful in any number of ways. The desire to do good for humanity was the main thing I was looking for. Will always comes before action, of course. But if you do wish to avoid disaster in two realms, I would welcome whatever aid you could provide," he said earnestly.

"Do you reside in the library? Because I have a place where you would have room to stretch your legs as it were, and walk around freely without worry about the eyes of non-magical civilians," Percival offered, imagining how difficult simply moving around as a Golem must be.

There was an extended silence from the golem, his silence could be taken as processing and thinking, perceived slowness.  Reality was just that he was sighing or groaning but lacked a way to make those noises so silence was all that came before he responded. "There is debate upon the level of the former.  Though given the... Penetrated abdominal trauma, and the posthumous cranial blunt force trauma that was inflicted.  Well, returning to my old form is now something that is not a consideration."  He said with little concern over the matter.

When offered a place to stay he was silent again for a while, walking still towards the library.  "I stay in parts of the library during the day.  It is a place of comfort for now.  Besides there are others whom have my concern and just leaving them would put a panic to their nature.  And I would not want them to have thoughts of danger or betrayal to fill their minds."  He said.  "So I will take that under consideration.  However, we hardly know each other, and traveling to a safe spot you have puts me in your debt.  Perhaps when we know each other better we can talk about that.  Besides my legs are solid stone, so stretching them does little at all."  He added with jest, but couldn't get a laughing sound to be produced, leaving him silent as he walked.

The Library Goffery mentions is, I believe the one in Emmanuel College so when you're both ready, I suggest moving to that thread.

Inoue was going for a morning jog! The early fog felt cool and refreshing on her face, and she was dressed in a blue athletic shirt and a white knee-length flare skirt, both of which she had picked up in a big box of mixed secondhand clothes for a great deal. These jogs take her all over the area, helping her familiarize herself with the locations and layout. Hard to believe it has already been a week since she had arrived in this strange town!

There had not been a lot of developments on her sacred duty, however. After meeting miss Winters and her overzealous bodyguard Inoue had resolved to keep a safe distance from the Slayer. They had their classes together of course, and Inoue worked dutifully with Ann on a team assignment when the instructor put them together without her input, but aside from that she did not go out of her way to initiate any further contact. Inoue had stealthily followed the duo once or twice on their late night graveyard patrols, but it was abundantly clear that the two of them could handle themselves. That left her in a weird position where she wasn't sure how to advance her sacred assignment other than to keep an eye and ear out for anything unusual.

That wasn't hard. This place was some kind of metaphysical hotspot. Something unusual seemed to happen every single night. It was a little frustrating, actually. But at least nothing interrupted her jogs.

At least, not until...!
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As Ann and Elissa jogged around Parker's Piece, she continuously chatted.

"I'm not saying that I don't want to see the film. I've heard it's nifty, with really groovy songs. All I'm saying is that it's going to be weird seeing Olivia Newton-John play a seventeen-year-old when she's twenty-nine in real life."

She stopped short as she saw Inoue heading towards them. They hadn't spoken much since the night at the ABC the week before and Ann still worried about the girl and wanted to patch things up between the three of them.

"Hi Inoue," she said with a wave.

She cast a sideways glance at Elissa. Would these two be able to get on this time? She hoped so.

"We were just out for a run too. Would you like to join us?"

"But it's about John Travolta" laughed Elissa. Like Ann she never really got out of breath when running at the speeds that wouldn't get her into trouble "And he is seriously seriously hot. I mean I'm not saying Oliva Neutron Bomb isn't a little old for the role, but she carries... " she stopped what she was going to say"Ah... you did ... have that talk right?" .

There probably wasn't enough time for Ann to properly respond, so Elissa just decided to play it by ear. "Inuoe" she said pleasantly enough. She'd seen Inuoe run, so knew the girl was pretty fast. Certainly as fast as they would be able to do "Come join us"

There's the dynamic duo... Inoue was internally debating the appropriateness of diverting her path to avoid unnecessary contact when they called out to her. It's been a week, maybe it's time to check in with them. By now they've surely uncovered all that Ann's watcher was going to. Yeah. She'd talk to them. Feels like the right time.

Inoue paused her jog near them and leans against a fence post. "Ohayo gozaimasu," she greets them with a nod of her head. She produces a rag from her pocket which she wipes her forehead with and has a swig from a water bottle. She has a look at the other girls, the slightest bit jealous of their apparently superhuman stamina.

"I would love to join you," she replies to the both of them. Probably best to let them set the pace of the discussion.
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Ann set a slower pace initially, not sure if Inoue could keep up with the supernatural stamina of a Slayer and a part-Fae.

"We were going to go out on patrol tonight, looking for vampires. And hopefully a friendly Fae. Maybe afterwards we'll catch a showing of Grease at the ABC. Would you be interested in coming along? Try your hand against the undead?"

She added, as if by way of explanation, "I spoke to my Watcher. She explained that your sisterhood was once part of the Watchers, but split from it. So it seems we're all on the same side. I was wondering though - you mentioned that you barter your body. Is that where you pick up your scars and burns?"