IC CONTACT POST

[uberboned]

[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

[[OOC: This is an IC voicemail post for all verses games. Please put the name of the verse/game you want in the subject heading.]]

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[CALL]

[vw_coyote]

[She's still shaking.]

Saturday night. I was out late walking. Couldn't stand to be inside any more.

[An audible swallow.]

My walking stick. The magic one. A fae... A Fae told me that 'nothing what Lugh makes cannot become a spear'. And the vampire has it.

[So, she has a right to panic.]

[CALL]

[uberboned]

Okay. All I'm getting out of this is that there's a vampire with a magical wooden stick and that's really bad, but that can't be the whole thing... So what's it do besides stab people? Because I really think a vampire would have way better ways to murder people.

[CALL]

[vw_coyote]

It's the Spear of Lugh, Gabriel. It... [She collapses on her couch, rubbing her face.] It'll make him stronger, faster, the kills bloodier. I don't know what Fae magic will do to a vampire. The Grey Lords, rulers of the Fae, told me to never let one get their hands on it, but it was braining him with it or getting eaten. I've already been dead.

[CALL]

[uberboned]

That'd be the part I was worried about. [SIIIIIGH] What d'you I need to do?

[CALL]

[vw_coyote]

I don't know. I... just didn't know who else to call.

[There's no one in Port from her world. And, well, Gabriel is an Angel.]

[CALL]

[uberboned]

I'll see what I can do. [A beat] Did you catch a name before you brained him?

[CALL]

[vw_coyote]

[A soft, weak laugh. See? That's why she called you. She's also playing with her sheep necklace as she talks.]

No. If I smelled him again, I'd know who he is.

[A pause.]

I've smelled him before. At Fangtasia. We talked. But he smelled... there was something different then. He didn't smell like the vampires back home. Like there was something... additional to him. It was magic or some sort. I don't know what.

[Because she doesn't know she was smelling the magic of Angel having his soul. And would think it weird anyway!]

[CALL]

[uberboned]

Does he know you're a shifter?

[CALL]

[vw_coyote]

No. [She's dead certain of that.] You, Rochelle, Anna... That's it. No one else knows.

[A swallow.]

I think Xavier suspects.

[CALL]

[uberboned]

So how d'you feel about being a bloodhound? I'm crap at spells and you actually know what you're looking for.