Chapter 13: Late Night Meetings_Millennial Mage

Chapter 13: Late Night Meetings

 As the light of the setting sun was still fading, painting the sky in vivid hues, T descended from the wall, and set her path towards home. She didnt bother to be efficient about it, though. Instead, she took her time and enjoyed the walk.

 Even after sunlight fadedpletely, she continued alternating writing and sketching by the light of nights sky and the asional streetlight. In truth, thetter was more a hinderance than a help. That in mind, she chose less illuminated paths.

 That, in retrospect, was likely a mistake.

 As she walked through the darkness, flickers of magic light would asionally illuminate her, side-effects of the citys magical defenses dealing with an iing threat.

 She was almost back to the residential circle when the quiet sound of following footsteps came to her attention. Scanning back in her memory, she realized that a group had been following her for close to five minutes.

 The streets were quiet, most businesses closed and most citizens were already back to the residential district.

 She flicked through the snatches of whispered words shed been hearing since theyd been tailing her and sighed.

 Great Im going to be robbed.

 Stopping, she tucked her book and pencil away, turning to face her would-be muggers.

 She cleared her throat, and the three men stopped close to twenty feet from her. They all looked to be workmen, in rough, home sewn clothing. They carried thick wooden sticks, each about as long as their wielders forearm. Would those qualify as truncheons? They each also had a knife at their belt, but that wasnt unusual. Almost everyone carried a knife at their belt.

 She smiled, making sure to show teeth, so they would be able to see the expression in the dim light.

 To answer your questions: She alternated pointing between the three men and continued. Yes, I am a woman. No, I am not an idiot. No, I dont have any money. No, this is not a good idea. Yes, I am a Mage. Yes, your device? She frowned, taking a more purposeful look at the odd, carved stick that one was holding before she continued. That seems to be for detecting if their target is a Mage. Pardon, yes, your device is failing you. And yes, I know there are two more of you waiting around the next bend. She pointed behind herself, in the direction shed been going. Did that about cover it?

 The men had paled further at each of her statements, clearly horrified that she had not only heard their whispers but could easily identify exactly what each of them had asked.

 Neat trick, that. I didnt know I could do it. She smiled.

 One of them stepped forward. He was bigger than the others and looked to weigh close to three times what she did, though it seemed evenly divided between muscle and paunch. No. How can you be a Mage and have no money? Youre just trying to scare us off! Youre no Mage. He lifted the stick, not the carved one, and shook it at her. And youve likely got gold in the bag.

 T sighed. If only that were true. My life would be better with a bit of gold in my satchel. Well, no, it wouldnt be. Id just have to give it to someone else as repayment

 Give us the satchel, and well let you go. His voice hesitated on the word which was unusual to him, and she almostughed. Seems Im not the only one failed by the education system.

 Instead, T cocked an eyebrow, though she realized they probably couldnt see it. I need this, and I doubt, very much, that you would be satisfied with just my satchel.

 One of the others whispered for hispanions, but she heard him clearly and easily. She sounds pretty.

 Well, this is going nowhere good. Could she call for the guards? No, I cant hear any, and that means they are out of calling range. Simrly, she couldnt hear any other people nearby, save those attempting to way her. You know I can hear you, right?

 The man blushed. He blushed! Are you pretty?

 What sort of question is that?

 He huffed. A reasonable one.

 Look, gentlemen. Im a Mage, and I dont really have very good non-lethal options. My Inscriber stuck me without a lot of choice, here. Are you really going to make me kill one or more of you? She thought for a moment. In this light, you likely wouldnt even see your friend die, so Id have to kill you all. She nodded. Lets part as unlikely strangers and pretend this never happened. She had a twinge of guilt, as these men would likely ost someone else, if they let her go, but she really didnt want to kill them. I can call the guard, after Im away.

 Youll just call the guard, once youre away.

 She was momentarily stymied by the uncanny statement. Then, the full weight of what he said clicked into ce. You wont let me go, no matter what.

 I could just disable them, here, and run for the guard? Yes. That was the wise course. It wasnt a perfect solution, though shed not tested Hollys modifications No time like the present, I suppose.

 Without further thought, she lifted her right hand, first two fingers extended upward, her ring finger and pinky tucked down, all four pressed together, palm pointed towards the three men and her thumb tucked in tight. She channeled magic into the activation and focused.

 She held the features of the front-most man in her mind, along with the knowledge that he was a potential danger to herself and others. They are fools.

 Therger man lit blue to her eyes, and she shifted to focus on the next, firmly fixing him in her mind before he, too, lit in her sight. Therger man remained blue.

 The three men were arguing with each other, but she was past listening. Once all three were highlighted, she spun, her hand out, and found the other two men who were still waiting in ignorance, to ambush her.

 Shes running!

 The three men behind her had seen her turn and mistaken the motion. Even so, their call was heard by those ahead, and five men were suddenly sprinting towards her from two sides.

 Come on, T! She focused on the first ambusher, locking her view of him into ce, and he began to glow. She focused on the final man, and as she did so, she jumped right, avoiding the club shed only vaguely been aware of swinging for her head.

 The jump broke her focus, but her lock on the four others held. She quickly refocused on the final man and was able to click her magic into ce. All five now had a blue glow to them in her view.

 She kept her outer two fingers firmly down and internallymanded: RESTRAIN. Her power rippled through her.

 Deep set spell-lines ran through a thousand calctions that T understood but could not have hoped toplete that quickly. They noted the current elevation andtitude, as well as a dozen other factors before moving the power into a single activation for each target.

 In that instant, five golden rings zed with power on the back of her hand, visible to her normal vision even through her glove, and faded. Though she couldnt see her skin, she knew that those rings were gone, their metal used up. As an interesting side-effect, the Mage detecting device, now hanging from one of the muggers belts, suddenly zed with a harsh warning re. Huh, so it does detect magic.

 The five men stopped moving, all kic energy stolen in an instant. That energy was immediately reapplied, picking them ever so slightly off of the ground.

 Then, gravity changed.

 To be clear, gravity, as a whole, did not shift. Every other Immaterial Guide shed ever heard of, who used gravity maniption, created pockets of differing gravity. They targeted a volume, within the world, and changed how gravity worked within it. This was useful, because any number of enemies could be trapped by the same effect, and it could create zones of safety, or help fortify positions. It however, had many weaknesses.

 True, in this case none of them would have applied, and she likely could have gotten a simr oue with less power, but this was not the situation her magics were tailored to.

 She sighed, regretting the massive expense of the casting, even as her power made a fundamental exception and alteration to the gravitational constant for each of the five.

 Each change was precisely calcted per target based on their center of mass, among other things. As a result, each of the five men were now effectively in a perfectly stable orbit around the world, in their precise position.

 That was surprisingly effective. Thank you, Holly. Her old version hadnt been quite so precise, so they would have maintained the ability to move, if with awkward bounces. Not anymore. She grinned. Non-lethal option, perfected. She was quite pleased.

 They began iling about, trying to find purchase on the ground that they couldnt reach, but that did little good.

 T was panting. Shed never been able to target so many at once, before, and she mentally thanked Holly for the augmentations shed given. You might not want to move. If you manage to reach the ground, and push off too hard, you will drift upward, and nothing will stop you.

 The men paled and stopped moving. Even so, one of them began drifting up ever so slightly, having already brushed against the ground with his truncheon.

 Good choice. T smiled.

 See! She is a Mage.

 Please! Let us go. Were sorry we tried to rob you.

 T sighed, striding towards the self-doomed man. Dont fight me. He stiffened, and she grabbed him, dragging him back down, and leaving him stably around a foot off the ground. Better. She took his knife and cudgel and tossed them to the side. Then, she walked to each of the others, disarmed them, and easily moved them away from anything they might identally push off of. There. Now, I am going for the guard. You can wait patiently, and spend some time behind bars, or you can try to escape and likely end up killing yourselves. She shrugged, but once again, she wasnt sure if they could see the gesture. Up to you.

 Well, that was expensive. Even so, shed safeguarded herself, and likely taken some dangerous people off of the street. For the low, low price of three quarter ounces of gold.

 Justice, as it turns out, is expensive.

 One of the men nodded vigorously. Yes, Mistress. We were foolish to cross you.

 Huh, maybe that one isnt so- Even as the thought swept through her head, she realized her mistake. I thought of them as idiots when I targeted them.

 The one whod spoken suddenly dropped to the ground. Her view of him had changed, and so he was no longer a valid target for her spell-working.

 Heughed, feeling himself and giving a little hop, seeming to revel in the feeling ofing back to the ground.

 T quickly took control of herself, straightening and facing him, attempting an air ofmand. You may not be as much a fool as the others. Go, get the guards. If you do not return in five minutes, I will hunt you down. She extended her hand towards the man in the same manner as earlier, and she focused upon him, making sure she didnt make the same mistake.

 He lit blue to her eyes, once more.

 It was a loathsome expense, as shed be burning silver until she released the lock, but shed needed to test her effective range soIve got to test it some time.

 The man bowed and ran.

 She was able to track him easily, as he remained a zing blue beacon to her sight, even through the intervening buildings.

 To her surprise, and relief, after a few minutes he did seem to be making his way back.

 Sure enough, in less than five minutes, the man returned with a small patrol of guards. They were, understandably, shocked to see the four men slowly drifting just off of the ground.

 One guard stepped forward, he was seemingly in charge of the patrol. Miss. I think we need an exnation.

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 It didnt take long for T to tell the guards what had happened. In the light of theirnterns, her spell-lines were easily visible, as were the still floating men, confirming her identity as a Mage.

 The man who had grabbed the guards was surprisingly cooperative and confirmed her story utterly.

 He was still arrested of course.

 As each man had manacles affixed to his wrists, the exception for him was broken, and gravity returned to normal. No longer a potential threat.

 The man leading this patrol told T that he thought there was a reward for these particr men.

 Thus, after the guards had gathered up the criminals, and their weaponry, T followed them all back to the nearest guardhouse.

 She did not turn over the Mage detector, which shed taken from one of the men. I need to figure out how they powered it, and if I can sell it. Many magic items were powered by bits of arcane beasts, usually ones with powers either simr to what the item was meant to do or directly opposite.

 Moremon items were powered by moremon beasts, as the bits were used up at a steady rate, and it was umon for rarer arcanous creatures to have been harvested enough for items based on their powers to be perfected.

 She had never heard of a magic detection device. Though, to be fair, I really havent gone hunting for magic items No money. She sighed.

 The men were each checked in, and the Justice Archive confirmed that, yes, these five men were wanted for many confirmed, and even more suspected, robberies and assaults.

 Total reward: 1 ounce, gold.

 T blinked at the pouch now in her hand. It held a half-ounce, a quarter-ounce, and two-tenth ounces in gold coinage along with five silver.

 Imade a profit? Who knew? Justice does pay. Maybeshould I be a bounty hunter? It was a silly notion, but it still made her smile. T, Hunter of criminals! Mage for the managing of Justice. What an idea.

 With a small smile on her face, and a stern admonition from the guard that she should keep to lit streets more often, T headed home.

 As she walked, she did not take a notebook out. Instead, she studied the Mage Stick. Terrible name. Magic Detector? Better.

 She examined the magic detector. The base was a simple, wooden rod, six inches long. White Oak? It was as thick as her thumb at one end and tapered to the size of a pencil at the other. The smaller end had a hole which she couldnt see the bottom of. The outside was wrapped with copper iy, set deep enough that the metal would never contact the holders skin. That left the surface feeling quite unusual in her hand.

 As she pointed it at various objects, she noticed that, to her eye, it almost always had a subtle glow. In a moment of insight, she realized that its glow, to her normal vision, almost perfectly matched the glow of the object she pointed it at, when she viewed the target with her mage-sight.

 Fascinating. Its like a blind mans stick but for magic. She stopped walking, then. T smiled. Wow, that was a great analogy. Nice work, T. Her smile widened to a happy grin, and she began walking, again.

 Her analysis had provided an obvious answer to the devices power source. There wasnt one. It simply absorbed the radiant magicing off whatever it was pointed at and manifested that as light.

 I do wonder how often the copper has to be refreshed. She clucked to herself in thought. I should get a cap fitted with a piece of iron to block it off, when I dont need it. That should extend the life by a bit. She actually had the materials for such in her travel gear back at the house. Itste, I should just use that as a distraction for the road.

 She frowned. Every minute its uncapped costs copper. True, copper wasnt expensive, but it would be expensive to get wire joined in the properwork and iid back into this device, when it stopped working. Or to pay a Material Guide to do the same. That would probably be required, given theplexity and interconnectivity of the spell-form.

 With a sigh, she ced the tip against her belt buckle and noted that it wentpletely dark. That should hold it. I can do something temporary, tonight, and make a proper solution as I travel.

 With that decided, she picked up her pace, reaching her house shortly.

 Lyn greeted her just inside the door, once T had unlocked and opened it.

 There you are! Dont you know that its nearly midnight?

 T was taken aback. You waited up for me?

 Of course. Do you know how Id feel if you wereying, dead in the streets somewhere?

 She cocked her head. No? I imagine youd be sad.

 Yes, Mistress T. Id be sad. Lyn huffed. Well,e in,e in. No need to stand there like a solicitor.

 T came in and wiped her feet on a mat, waiting off to the side. This new?

 Well, yes. If youre going to stay here, I had to find a better solution for your shoeless-ness than requiring you to wash your feet every time you came in.

 T was strangely touched. ButIts going to get covered in iron.

 Good thing its only for you, then. Lyn smiled. What were you doing?

 Just seeing the city.

 Ohalright then. Lyn seemed mollified.

 T quirked a mischievous smile. And getting mugged, stopping the thieves, and collecting a reward.

 Lyn had started to turn away but froze. What.

 Oh! T grabbed the quarter ounce gold coin from her pouch and tossed it to Lyn. For the food money, and my room for a month. You were right: Im not going to find a better ce, or a better deal.

 Lyn caught the coin, examining it. She didnt look up as she spoke. You engaged and captured a criminal with a bounty of a quarter ounce, gold? That seemsdangerous.

 Hmmm? No, not really, and the total reward was a gold. She hesitated. Though I suppose each reward was only two tenths of one.

 Lyns head came up. You fought five criminals? By yourself? Mistress T! Her mouth worked as she tried to decide what else to say.

 T grinned. Fought is being overly generous to them, Id wager.

 That is not the point! You are an Immaterial Mage. You arent supposed to be a front-line fighter.

 I never really understood that. Especially with my enhancements, I should be better on the front lines than any Material Mage.

 Lyn huffed. Maybe in terms of survivability, but not in regard to stopping enemies! One on one? Sure, I suppose, but Mistress T, you fought five!

 T cocked her head. Mistress Lyn? Are you alright? The older woman was slightly flushed, and her breathing was a little rapid.

 Instead of answering, Lyn turned and strode into the sitting room, flopping down on the chair.

 T followed her in and heard the woman muttering under her breath.

 Worse than I feared. The silly girl is hunting bounties, now.

 T raised her hands. Hey, now. I didnt go searching for them. I just made the best of a bad situation.

 Lyns eyes flicked to her, showing mild surprise.

 Wow, she must be really rattled to have forgotten about my hearing.

 After a long moment, Lyn sighed. I do know, Mistress T. I- She hesitated. I am just worried. Alright?

 Alright. I apologize for worrying you.

 Lyn smiled wearily. It isnt your fault. Ive no right to worry over you.

 T barked a shortugh as she sat down in another chair. No one else will. I dont mind.

 Lyn eyed her. Youve not mentioned your family. Are they

 Not dead. After a pause, T amended, Well, they might be. I dont really know.

 Lost touch?

 Lost implies an ident.

 Lyn nodded. Broke contact, then.

 Dont really want to discuss it.

 She raised her hands in acquiescence. Alright. Say no more. She nced at the coin in her hand. This is too much. Ill get you change. She stood and began rummaging around in a pouch at her side. She muttered through the simple math as she grabbed the needed coinage. Twenty silver for the room for a month, two silver to repay the money from this morning, thats twenty-two silver. This is a quarter ounce, gold, so worth twenty-five silver. She pulled out three coins, her voice returning to a normal volume. Here. Three ounces, silver in change.

 T thanked her and took the money.

 Lyn nced to the stick that T was still holding in her other hand, tip against her belt buckle. Do I want to know?

 T grinned. Magic detector. Took it from one of the muggers.

 Lyn hesitated, then nodded slowly. They were verifying you werent a Mage. But they still- Lyn barked augh of her own. Your iron! They didnt know you were a Mage. She was practically brimming with glee. Oh, Mistress T, thats spectacr! They must have thought you were some helpless little thing. Her eyes were twinkling with mirth. Did you obliterate them?

 T was understandably uncertain about Lyns change of attitude. I thought you didnt approve.

 Hmm? Oh! The way you described it, I thought five men waid you, knowing you were a Mage. That would have been colossally dangerous.

 She blinked, processing that. People do that?

 Lyn sighed, her mirth vanishing. Yes, Mistress T. Mages, for the most part, are very wealthy, and if thieves are properly prepared, they can sometimes steal a great deal. It helps that most Mages are rather vulnerable when they are caught unawares, and even prepared, many are as helpless as those without magic, when faced with iron-tipped arrows or bolts.

 T had not considered that. Huh. Your concern makes much more sense.

 Lyn nced back at the stick. That does exin why Mages are rarely osted by those unprepared for them. Her hand twitched towards T, but she restrained herself. I would dearly like to study it.

 When I get back? I think it might be useful on the trip.

 Lyn nodded. That is likely wise. Speaking of which, it is quitete.

 T nodded as well. And I need to get some sleep. She stood, heading towards her room. She paused before reaching the hallway, turning back. Mistress Lyn?

 Yes?

 Thank you.

 What for?

 Everything.

 Lyn quirked a smile. Of course. Good night.

 Good night.

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Chapter 13: Late Night Meetings