<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ELh6kfQ.jpg)</div>OOC<br/>Location: Mary's Books and More.<br/>People: Ryan (aka Archivist), Mary Sr., Little Mary<br/><br/>Fiona, Explore a place of Power<br/>11 - On a 10+, your insight reveals much about the Circle's politics<br/>and schemes; ask the MC a question about the Circle and take<br/>+1 forward when acting on the answer.<br/>> Fiona can ask 1 question based on the information below.<br/><br/>Let It Out (uncover the essential truth of a thing or person in your presence)<br/>7-9 is a hit. I mark 1 Corruption. MC tells me how the ability is costly, limited, or unstable<br/>Danielle's Let It Out. Dannielle does a Soul Gaze (ala Dresden Files) into the Archivist. You will see their true nature, but they see yours.<br/><br/>Due to the Soul Gaze, Dannielle and Ryan have shared a moment of extreme intimacy,<br/>Oracle: When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional—with another person, you gain a specific and clear vision about that person's future. Mark corruption to ask the MC up to two follow up questions; they must answer honestly.<br/>Wizard: When you share a moment of intimacy—physical or emotional— with another person, decide if you care about them. If you do, you form a sympathetic connection;<br/>you can target each other with magics at any range and intuitively know if the other is in danger. If you don't, mark corruption.<br/><br/>I'm going to write the details of the Soulgaze up in the Prequel.<br/><hr/><br/>Fiona ran her eyes over the workshop. At first glance, it was Mad Scientist meets garage tinkerer. The drawers, cabinets, and lockers were labeled, but the label used some weird symbology Fiona had never seen. Then her glance ran over an English term on a logo on a cabinet, 'SecureIT.' This sent Fiona's mind stumbling back. SecureIT was the company that provided the various weapons storage systems for DHS and many military organizations. Fiona's eyes started looking more diligently. In one corner was a re-loading press to make custom weapons. On a bench full of alchemical gear was a yellow wax-like substance that looked like white phosphorus. Fiona identified an olive drab brick on another bench as a block of C4.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.chineseclothingonline.com/images/MCS-1008m2.jpg)</div>The Hunter turned to give their host a second look. The young person's fiery red hair triggered a memory of a story once told during a night carousing with some older hunters. The story was second or third hand, from some Black OPs team hunting supernatural in Vietnam. It was about Lady Spitfire, a Brit seconded to a group of hunters going after supernatural VC. The group had been drinking in the Officer's club. They were all in casual attire, with Lady SpitFire lounging in a Mandarin Robe. To tell it, Ladyspite fire was a wizard named Ryan and a cold-blooded killer, but that was a story for another day. In this story, one of the officers thought Ryan was a prostitute and would not take no for an answer. Ryan took a swallow of alcohol and blew it in the Officer's face, lighting it as it emerged from his mouth. This seemed to resolve the situation,  and Ryan got the moniker Lady Spitfire. However, the following day the Officer and three of his cronies were found dead behind the bar. It appeared that they had been torched with a flame thrower. Lady Spitfire disappeared.<br/><br/>While Fiona focused on the workshop, Dannielle turned her attention to their host. Dannielle knew well that appearances could be deceiving. As Dannielle looked intently at the Archivist, shi turned and caught Dannielle's eyes. The pair were caught in each other's gaze. For Fiona, time passed in a couple of moments. For Dannielle and Ryan, it was both a moment and a lifetime as each gazed into the other's soul. The pair both stumbled.<br/><br/>At that moment, Ryan's demeanor changed - the casual young person was gone. In its place was someone solicitous to Dannielle. He moved to her side taking her arm and guiding her towards a chair.<strong>"Here, sit down, rest. That was a foolish thing you did. I've read about it, but I've never seen anyone do it, and certainly, no one foolish enough to do it on a stranger."</strong>Ryan chuckled,<strong>"Although my dear, it seems we are no longer strangers."</strong><br/>