Log:The Weaver, The Mystic, The Lost

The Madness of David Flyte 2020/02/04 	 Dialydd Radical Grimm

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Radical goes with Grimm, trying to find this location from the vision of the future. The place with the 'Copper Skeins' sign. Finding it is easy enough with a quick net search. Then it's just a matter of getting there. Radical is happy to do the honors, to allow Grimm to rest her powers.

It is easy enough as the shop has a website even. It shows off some of the wares of the shop; mostly clockworks and clothing of various sorts with the words 'alien made handicrafts' prominent in the wording. What it does not show is any picture of the owner just the name Dialydd ni'Bres ti'Emer.

The shop is located off a side street of Star Dancer avenue on the cheaper edge of the AD. It's an unimpressive looking one story shop in a row of them. Narrow in the front but probably longer by far than wide. There is one showcase window in which a clockwork orrery sits atop some hand embroidered cloth. The orrery is of solar system with two stars and about six planets while the cloth is covered in complex overlapping gemoteric patterns.

Copper Skeins is picked out in copper foil on a frosted glass door to the right of the showcase window. A small sign in the lower left cover states 'Open' As a note, the shop sits at the end of the row of shops with a small alleyway beside it.

Radical has seen the outside of the place previously, in his vision of the future. He looks around for the young redheaded woman he expects to see nearby, but doesn't spot her as of yet. Perhaps this isn't hte visit? Or perhaps it's when they go to leave? The meeting he saw was outside on the street. He and Grimm head into the shop to see if they can find Dialydd.

A set of srytalline chimes over the door wouind melodically as the door is pushed open.

The shop is lit with soft, indirect lighting save of 'pillars' of light that shine down on a goodly number of small tables. On nearly all the tables are small to medium sized clockwork creations varying from the practical to the whimsical: clocks, watches, animals of a decided, six-limbed alien cast, even a clockwork back scratcher (you think).

Interspersed among the clockwork are very well crafted embroidered artworks, scarves and handkerchiefs. And on a rack, near one side wall, is well made handcrafted clothing. Much of which has intricate geometric embroidery along the edges of the sleeves, necks, or hems.

A long counter crosses the back of the shop with more items on it. It looks pleasantly clutterd. Even more so given the tall Adonis-like figure bent over a half assembled clockwork, um, fearsome looking shark/octopus hybrid. The youth looks up, his brillaint violet eyes even larger given the magnifying glasses he wears.

After a moment, he takes off the glasses as he murmurs in a Morgan Frreman deep and smooth voice, in a Scandanavian sounding accent, "Welcome to Copper Skeins...How may I assist?" His gaze crosses over the two of you then back to Grimm.

Radical gives Dialydd a wave, "Hey there. Grimm here thought you migth be able to help us with a personal issue of hers. I'm not sure if you heard about what happened with David Flyte a few months ago?"

The alien youth's gaze does not stray from Grimm as he tilts his head to one side as Radical speaks. He then takes what seems an involuntary step backwards as his eyes snap away from her. His right hand grasps the bracer around his lower left arm as a golden-silver glow envelops him. "Come no closer!" he states in a calm voice belayed by the loomkj of fear that crosses his face.

Grimm takes a step back and holds up her hand. "Hey, wait, we're not here to hurt you!"

Radical blinks. "I think...what you're concerned about...is why we're here? She has a rift within her. Which will allow an Elder God to come through to this world. We need to learn how to excise it from her. I have a suspicion about how to do it, but this creature is holding it open, so I can't close the rift."

A small (9 in tall) dark blue-purple pentapus comes into sight on the top of counter. Well, it apparently crawled up the other side and comes into view with its short tentacle gripping the steel and glass. It fixes three of it's five black eyes on Grimm and Radical as a series of glyphs flash across its skin. The pentapus pulses slightly as this happens.

Dialydd says someting in a lyrical language, apparently to the pentapus, as it stops pulsatingm but not staring at the two of you.

"I, cha, I would have your words that you mean no harm to any in this place. From both of you," states the youth, his gaze shifting from one to the other of you.

Radical nods. "We mean no harm to anyone here. We're just looking for a solution to our problem. It is a matter, quite literally, of life and death."

Grimm stares at the pentapus with a grimace on her face. That thing looks like a baby qliphothic creature. A bit cuter, but still. "You have my word, too."

Dialydd nods firmly as he briefly runs a hand over the pentapus' 'head' as if it calms him. He then asks, "So, you wish to break the bonds that tie..." He pauses then murmurs in a quiteer voice, "My apologies, the, cha, surprise of encountering...I am Dee-all-lith neeBres tee Eemur. May I ask your names?"

Radical takes a moment, considering. He's in costume, after all. "I go by 'Radical'. I am also the former Cartesian for this plane."

"Oh, I thought that last part was on the downlow," Gabrielle murmurs, then looks to Dialydd. "I'm Gabrielle Grimm." She leaves off the titles and nicknames she's accumulated across dimensions. Also the nickname Rose gave her ages back.

Radical nods and says quietly to Grimm, "I'm offering up that piece of information instead of my secret identity."

Dialydd seems calmed for some reason by the introductions. HIs gaze breifly touches Radical, "Ah, you serve Order then? Cha, no, former you said, you served Order. But not Chaos now, (a double click sound)..Cha, I mean But not Chaos now, yes?" As he speaks his gaze goes to Grimm again. "Your name is, cha, not unfamilair, but, I cannot place why. It is good though...I think."

He then open his hands. "You have come to me, but, cha, why? Why do you think i can aid you?"

Radical looks to Grimm, as it was her suggestion.

Gabrielle steps forward again, carefully. "A mage told me to seek people out. The weaver, the mystic, the lost. The dreamer, the sailor, the skald, and the keeper, the warder, the prince," she begins. "We're hoping they can help, and Radical cast a spell that revealed you and I would talk. Do any of them sound like you?"

Grimm extends her senses to outside the store, trying to location a female teenager as Radical described. She can't sense color while during a cursory feel around, but her ability to sense magic and the supernatural may help.

A female, by touch, who carries a sword, perches on the top of biuilding across the way, looking you think in this direction. She is strongly magickal as is the sword sheathed on her back.

For that matter, the kitsune spirit hovering just inside the door to the shop is also magickal and supernatural. It waves at you as you sense it with one forepaw then twists away in a swirl of nine tails and is gone elsewhere.

As Grimmm senses all the above, Dialydd was listening to her speak, his eyes grwing ever so slightly larger as she listed off the people the mage told her about. He then says in a soft voice, "Yes, I could be all of them, srea Grimm."

"All?" Gabrielle asks, first in disbelief, then in relief that they don't have to go on a wild chase. "Okay, Harlequin could've just said that...well, maybe he could...n't..." she trails off and looks distracted, growing rigid as she senses the girl and the kitsune. She whips around quickly just as it vanishes.

"Radical...she's outside on a rooftop across from here," Gabrielle says to him uneasily.

Radical nods slowly, "She'll still be there when we leave, I'm assuming."

"She who?" asks Dialydd as his attention to caught by your words.

He was not looking in the right spot either Grimm would realize to have senses the spirit. If he could snese the spirit.

Radical looks to Dialydd, "The current Chosen One. Who we believe also wants to keep this rift from opening. But she's inclined to use more...permanent means. And we'd like to see if we can avoid that happening."

"Cha, it would be the easiest and most direct way to, cha," Dee's voice trails off as he mururs, "solve the problem. It is what my training encourages."

Radical shakes his head, "There's another way. There HAS to be another way. If we can get it to loosen its grip on her, I can heal the rift, I think. But we need to know how to do that. How do we get it to let go?"

Gabrielle's dark shielding draws up around her protectively as Dialydd talks about his encouragement training. "Harlequin wouldn't have said those things if there wasn't another way..."

"I need more information, ser Radical. I can sense the taint of the Qlipophthic on sera Grimm. It saturates her and I can sense it is more than one, but which ones? In that knowledge may lie the key to closing the rifts," muses Dee as he looks at Grimm if not at her eyes directly. "Not to be insulting, but..."

He looks down at his hands which are woven together in front of himself. "Part of your taint fights against the rest. You are a realm divided. One wants through now while the other...waits."

"The other...?" Gabrielle asks nervously.

The air between Dialydd's golden-silver shielding and Grimm's dark shielding roils slightly in distortion. As if two opposing forces are at play. It is even reflected in slight shifts by Dee back and forward, unconscoius ones.

Radical shakes his head, "Grimm, your powers are similar. With a similar source." He looks back to Dialydd, "The creature trying to come through is N'zrathol. I can...literally see it if I look. And...it knows when I'm observing it."

"And do you know the source of powers, sera Grimm? They are not from this...N'zrathol, no?" asks the alien Adonis. He's defintely curious but not demanding.

"No. I think I got it from a ritual that unlocked the power from some artifact," Gabrielle tries to explain, but even she seems uncertain. "I don't know much. I didn't know anything back then..." she admits quietly.

Grimm gasps softly as she remembers, then looks up to Radical. "I forgot to mention...the first future vision you saw? It came true. Even though I tried to avoid it."

Dialydd lets his fingers tap a tattoo agaaint his bracer for a long moment. "My sorrows to you for that, sera Grimm. But, that may be what saves you for now. The Other opposes this N'zrathol. Its presence impedes it...English is not precise enough...Cha, your powers, their source, are opposed in this purpose if, sadly, not ultimate source as N'zrathol...Does that make since?"

Radical nods slowly. "Whatever the source is...while similar, it's in opposition to N'zrathol. Got it."

Gabrielle's shoulders sag. "There's another prophecy about me being instrumental to allowing Pale Night to enter reality. But that was a long time ago."

The alien Adonis goes ashen at the mention of the name Pale Night. He steps back towards the door leading to the back of store as he stammers out, "The Mother of Monsters? You are saying your powers come from strongest of the Destroyers?"

Dialydd then closes his eyes as his lips move silently. After a moment, color returns to his skin and he says, "I...I can work this knowledge. If you will come again tomorrow, by the luck of my Lords, I may have solutions. It is my duty to try." He bows slightly to both of you, his hands palm out to you as he does.

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