We Sons Of Daley [Manhattan Blues]

So what's a girl in this world do when not being strapped to incredibly dangerous explosives?

"So, what do you do around here when you're not piano-wired to NITRO?" You ask.

She doesn't seem that IMPRESSED, or at least, has learned to take that sort of thing IN STRIDE. "Eh, you know, get by. Make EQUALIZERS. SLEEP." She carries her CACHES with her, one from each arm.

"Don't you use a backpack?"

"Not for these. These tend to stay put. I have- er, HAD- a good LEGACY backpack. But that bastard REDCAP took that too."

"What's an EQUALIZER?"

".45 LONG COLT, ENCHANTED." She nods. "I also make DUSTERS, and in your case, I might MAKE SOME GLOVES."

Also ask her what she knows (and what we know) about Selkie.

"... This is kind of out of left field, but what do you know about the SELKIE?"

"You live closer to the GREAT LAKES than I ever did, what does Chicago say about them?"

"They're SUBVERSIVES. Use SEAL SKINS to DISGUISE THEMSELVES and LIVE AT THE BOTTOM OF LAKE SUPERIOR. Sometimes they throw storms to SINK TANKERS. The lake it is said, never gives up her dead, when the SKIES OF NOVEMBER turn GLOOMY."

"Hm. I've heard they're all ESPERS. Have to be, to live in UNDERWATER CITIES like they do. To hear the NEW JERSEY DUNAHAN tell it, they take no SIDES, and went UNDERWATER when the FIRBOLG and the DUNAHAN broiled the WORLD in WAR. They're attracted to strong WILLS, or so the stories go, that every seven years they would come to the surface to FIND A SPOUSE." Her eyes see yours for a long moment. "Hm. You're one of their CHANGELINGS."

"Wh-"

"It explains a lot. A Selkie crystal, left behind by a PARENT who may or may not have cared for you. Immense WILL. Psychic potential you CAN'T CUT WITH A KNIFE." She starts climbing up the incline that used to be a set of stairs. "Come on, the sunset from 110th street is something else!"

>_