logical placement.
While the placement was odd, the number wasn’t. There were over 20,000 Supers in D.C., if for no other reason than the Senators and Representatives from each state who had to reside in the city in order to function in the Federal legislative branches of government. After the Great Change, the new politicos had appeared on the roster overnight, and the Supreme Court battle over their staying in office had gotten ugly beyond belief, despite the daunting appearance of both Old King Cole, a light Fae, and Baba Yaga, a dark fae, as the 10th and 11th Justices on the Court. However, during the court battle, the GOOENs had appeared to the full Supreme Court in chambers, and while all eleven Justices kept silent about the content of the discussion that followed, suddenly all arguments against having Supers in any role of government died a swift, painless death. The other nations of Mundania had changed just as quickly, with only a few pockets of resistance to the influence of magic, most of those in the Middle East. The Geas allowed those pockets, but The Powers That Be tightly monitored them.
No one in the United States could quite say he or she had been manipulated through magical means, but at the same time, given how long it took for minorities and women to attain important governmental roles throughout world politics, general consensus was that the Geas had done the job--going from disbelief and prejudice to full inclusion in just a few months screamed magical means. Americans just hadn’t been able to change their attitudes on anything that fast since the American Revolution. And of course, of late, most politicians acted like changing their minds indicated some kind of moral flaw, so the likelihood of magical influence was too great to deny. After a few years of watching politics in D.C. turn into a stalemate of epic proportions and tragic consequences, the influx of magical senators and representatives had ended a period of two-party dominance that had stalled the economy and stymied growth in every area. It really was tough for anyone to argue that the Great Change had been anything but a positive influence, at least for the United States.
As Tony and Phil walked to her local portal door, she realized that Glinda had left the trailing robes just a bit too long. The third time she tripped on them and nearly hit the ground, Phil reached out and caught her before she went down.
“I think the alterations on this are a bit off?” Phil murmured as Tony struggled with the hemline and pulled away from his arms.
She looked up and grimaced, “Glinda’s mind seemed like it was on something besides the job.” She ignored his sotto voce, “Tsk, tsk, jealousy is so unbecoming,” when she turned and realized that another cop coming down the hall was standing and staring at the two of them with a confused look on his face. “Hey, Joe,” she called to the Natty cop who worked with the SCIB, but partnered with a Giant. Joe didn’t get into the main precinct much because his partner had to stay on the outer perimeter of the city. They tended to work cases around the edges of the city and on the harbors nearby so that Jaques didn’t do too much structural harm in performing his duties. “How’s Jaques doing?”
Joe’s mouth worked for a second or two. “Is that Tony?” he finally got out.
“What?”
Phil was grinning during all this, but when Tony turned to him, he reminded her, “The look-away spell is much stronger for Naturals. Joe can hear you because you directly addresse d him, but he doesn’t see you.”
Joe looked at Phil, then at the space Tony stood in. “Oh man, are you going out in magical gear? What you got, girl?”
“I’m in a godawful hair shirt or something, like I should start with the Gregorian chant. Apparently, it keeps Supers from noticing me, and Phil here says I’m invisible to Naturals.”
Joe grinned, “When you get back, see if you can keep that for a couple
While the placement was odd, the number wasn’t. There were over 20,000 Supers in D.C., if for no other reason than the Senators and Representatives from each state who had to reside in the city in order to function in the Federal legislative branches of government. After the Great Change, the new politicos had appeared on the roster overnight, and the Supreme Court battle over their staying in office had gotten ugly beyond belief, despite the daunting appearance of both Old King Cole, a light Fae, and Baba Yaga, a dark fae, as the 10th and 11th Justices on the Court. However, during the court battle, the GOOENs had appeared to the full Supreme Court in chambers, and while all eleven Justices kept silent about the content of the discussion that followed, suddenly all arguments against having Supers in any role of government died a swift, painless death. The other nations of Mundania had changed just as quickly, with only a few pockets of resistance to the influence of magic, most of those in the Middle East. The Geas allowed those pockets, but The Powers That Be tightly monitored them.
No one in the United States could quite say he or she had been manipulated through magical means, but at the same time, given how long it took for minorities and women to attain important governmental roles throughout world politics, general consensus was that the Geas had done the job--going from disbelief and prejudice to full inclusion in just a few months screamed magical means. Americans just hadn’t been able to change their attitudes on anything that fast since the American Revolution. And of course, of late, most politicians acted like changing their minds indicated some kind of moral flaw, so the likelihood of magical influence was too great to deny. After a few years of watching politics in D.C. turn into a stalemate of epic proportions and tragic consequences, the influx of magical senators and representatives had ended a period of two-party dominance that had stalled the economy and stymied growth in every area. It really was tough for anyone to argue that the Great Change had been anything but a positive influence, at least for the United States.
As Tony and Phil walked to her local portal door, she realized that Glinda had left the trailing robes just a bit too long. The third time she tripped on them and nearly hit the ground, Phil reached out and caught her before she went down.
“I think the alterations on this are a bit off?” Phil murmured as Tony struggled with the hemline and pulled away from his arms.
She looked up and grimaced, “Glinda’s mind seemed like it was on something besides the job.” She ignored his sotto voce, “Tsk, tsk, jealousy is so unbecoming,” when she turned and realized that another cop coming down the hall was standing and staring at the two of them with a confused look on his face. “Hey, Joe,” she called to the Natty cop who worked with the SCIB, but partnered with a Giant. Joe didn’t get into the main precinct much because his partner had to stay on the outer perimeter of the city. They tended to work cases around the edges of the city and on the harbors nearby so that Jaques didn’t do too much structural harm in performing his duties. “How’s Jaques doing?”
Joe’s mouth worked for a second or two. “Is that Tony?” he finally got out.
“What?”
Phil was grinning during all this, but when Tony turned to him, he reminded her, “The look-away spell is much stronger for Naturals. Joe can hear you because you directly addresse d him, but he doesn’t see you.”
Joe looked at Phil, then at the space Tony stood in. “Oh man, are you going out in magical gear? What you got, girl?”
“I’m in a godawful hair shirt or something, like I should start with the Gregorian chant. Apparently, it keeps Supers from noticing me, and Phil here says I’m invisible to Naturals.”
Joe grinned, “When you get back, see if you can keep that for a couple
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