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Whateley PrologueIn northern Svalbard it is winter. The land is covered in ice even in summer but in the middle of winter the cold is even worse and the sun doesn’t shine even at noon. Few indeed are those who wander the land during winter and they are never out longer than necessary. So it is that nobody notices the following unusual occurrence. At midnight on the Winter Solstice under a new moon a column of rainbow colored light appears. Out of the rainbow step several figures clad in gleaming armor or bright flowing robes. They are tall and beautiful and none seem bothered by the cold.
"We exist again! The Music has freed us!" A tall woma Whateley Prologue
by ~OneEyedBull

Devil's Advocate
by ~OneEyedBull

"Thank you for coming Mr. Lodgeman." The woman looked surprisingly normal for a former lead singer in a Punk band. She was about five and a half feet tall with brown hair and eyes and she was dressed in sweat pants and an old baggy shirt.
An acquaintance we have in common assured me it was worth my time. He replied looking around at the kitchen in which she received him. It was also normal looking.
She smirked as she noticed him looking, "I'm really a normal person Mr. Lodgeman. What you see in my videos and the paper is all carefully managed one way or another. I used my real name when I bought this house. I don't tour much anymore. Few people know I live here and my neighbors don't know my stage name. Unfortunately when I first hit it big I indulged in all the vices of the newly famous musician.
"Really?" He asked intrigued.
"Yes and that's why I asked you here. One of those nights changed my life. For the better so far but I have new worries too.
Ah! He said to himself and out loud, "I think I understand."
She looked at him shrewdly, "Maybe you do. I got pregnant. I don't remember the father, at all, but either he was a lot odder than a man should be or my daughter a mutant. Possibly both. I talked to friends who have friends who have friends and they recommended you as a man who can tell mutation from supernatural effect and not get too worked up about he found unless it was necessary." She looked him straight in the eye and continued. Can you do that? Will you promise to check out thoroughly but with an open mind? She's been the loveliest girl, sweet and bubbly and the best daughter in the world but I wonder about what her father was. So tell you're who I need."
"I believe I am Ms." He hesitates briefly then uses her stage name, "Sinner?"
"My real last name is Heather. That's the name the house is in. Ruth Ann Heather. Eve Sinner is the woman on the stage wearing ultrablack clothes and makeup. My daughter's name is Bettie. I guess I should call her in so you can see her. The doctor I called said he thinks she's a Fire Manifestor with minor GSD, whatever that means."
"What the letters stand for isn't important. It means that she differs from human norm in a small but visible way. Sometimes it's only visible unclothed but that's what it means. Call her in. I assure you I've seen stranger."
"Ok, I'll call her in. She raised her chin and her voice and called out. "Bettie? Will you come in here please?" She turned to him, "She's fourteen."
The girl who came didn't look fourteen. She looked twenty-one and a jaded twenty-one at that. She was a few inches taller than her mom’s 5’6” and had inky black hair with Bettie Page bangs that curled a bit at the shoulder. She wore a Catholic School uniform that was far too small and tight on her and fire engine red nail polish on her fingernails and the toenails of her bare feet. Further tarnishing any innocence that might have clung to her were two small red horns poking up from her temples.
“Bettie! Didn’t I tell you not to wear that thing? You aren’t even going back to that damn place so why are you wearing the uniform? You look obscene.”
“Obscene? That’s rich coming from you. I’ve seen your videos. This nothing compared to what some of the women wear in those. None of my old clothes fit and I hate the one you bought me. It’s like you think I’m still 9 years old or something!”
“Since when have you been watching my videos? Anyway that’s on stage. You should have noticed I dress a lot different normally and I’m an adult which you are not; even if you are taller than me! Act polite now, we have a guest.” She gestured to the man next to her, “This is Charles Lodgeman. He is a Shaman and on the board of a school for mutants I’ve asked him to confirm what the doctor said and to see if they have room for you there.”
“You’re trying to get rid of me?” Suddenly she looked her right age or even younger and tears rose in her eyes.
“No baby! Of course not. I just worry about your safety. I’ve enough freaks after me for singing weird, what some of them would do to you for being born different.” She shudders. “I want you safe and I want you to learn to defend yourself. The place he’s from can help you learn how to do that as well as all the stuff you’d learn here and without worrying about lynch mobs.”
“They don’t still have those!” The girl angrily replied.
“I wish that was true.” Charles Lodgeman said sadly. “Unfortunately it is not as some of our students can attest. You are lucky your mother supports you. Some mutants are thrown out of the house when they first manifest. A few are even attacked.” The young girl looked sick. “I’m sorry this happens. I am sure we can make a place for you there but I’d like to cast a spell.”
“A spell!” Both of the others said in simultaneous surprise.
“Well, I am a shaman, a type of magical practitioner. It won’t take long and it won’t hurt. It is merely a True Seeing spell. Do I have your permission, both of you?”
“You do,” Said the older woman. The younger just nodded.
The man brought out an old crystal lens and holding it in one hand started making gestures with the other and chanting low and hard to hear words. When he finished the lens vanished in a golden flash and both adults seemed a bit startled, then Charles Lodgeman spoke. “

lease slowly spin through a full 360 degree turn. She gave him a look like she thought he just wanted to see her butt and complied. He smiled at her afterwards. “I see no supernatural problems related to your unusual ancestry. Whoever he may have been he left no “strings” on you. I see no traces of anything that might influence you without your knowledge or links to anything otherworldly. Your mind is your own however I do believe your father wasn’t quite human and may not have been human at all.”
“So you’re saying I’m some sort of demon?” She looked horrified.
“No!” The man shouted. He continued in an intense but lower voice. ”Your fate is not set. Your future will be your own creation. You aren’t required at like your father anymore than you will be forced to sing because your mom is a singer.” His eyes held steady on hers. “”Be certain of that. Who you become is up to you!” He relaxed a bit and smiled, “Although I’d say your mom has given you a good start here.”
“That’s good to know. I’ve been a little worried and I know Mom has too.” The girl smiled as her mom started to protest. “It’s ok mom. I understand you were worried about me. I’m even happier than you are to know these things are just decorations,” she knocked on a horn, “and not my fate.”
Her mother cleared her throat. “I’m happy too but can I ask about what we are seeing? It is because of the spell right?”
“Yes. If they were any parasites, compulsions or links to other planar creatures they would show. That’s why I had her spin slowly.”
“And the nudity? That’s the spell too?” Ignoring her daughter’s startled ‘eeep’ she looked steadily at the man beside her and he nodded, a bit of amusement in his eyes. “Yes, she’s not really naked. It seems likely that her dad was a lust demon of some sort. I might almost say she was half Lilim except you did say this groupie was male right?”
“Maybe we should talk in private…” Ruth began but her daughter grinned and interrupted. “It’s no secret to me mom. I already know you’re Bi, and besides is having sex with a woman really more embarrassing than boffing a demon?”
“You’ll keep a civil tongue in your head young lady or you’ll find you’re not too big to punish. Is that clear?”
“Yes, mom.” Ducking her head and looking away her eyes found those of Mr. Lodgeman and she blushed briefly then smiled and stretched. Charlie Lodgeman smiled to himself as he looked away. “There is nothing wrong with the human body Bettie but perhaps you should be mindful of what image you project.”
She giggled, “You’re already seeing me naked. Why should I try to act modest? I like being looked at.”
Her mom sighed as Lodgeman ended the spell; catching the lens as it reappeared. “I better make sure you have plenty of condoms when you leave.”
“Mom!” It came out shocked then she giggled as if unable to keep from finding it funny. “Besides I’m already on the pill.”
“So was I. It happens. Do we even know if birth control pills work on you now?” She looked over at Lodgeman for answer.
“I can’t answer with 100% certainty but likely not if my guesses as to her ancestry are correct then a condom would be a reasonable precaution in the event she has sex with a male student.” Both adults try to ignore the giggles the last part of that statement caused. “We do not encourage it and indeed we have rules against but it does occasionally happen in spite of our best efforts. I commend you on your practicality ma’am.” He looked sincerely admiring.
“Well I didn’t travel with a band for five years without realizing the things underage girls get up to. Not that I ever did anything with them,” more giggling was ignored, “but I’ve seen more than enough to shatter any parental illusions on that score.” She looked at her daughter with fond exasperation. “Go upstairs and change into clothes that fit and then come back so we can both hear more about this place.”
He explained at length. He would sponsor her and see she got both an education in everything she needed from Algebra to Self Defense. He asked her what subjects she enjoyed and if she had any hobbies.
“Well I love swimming in the pool out back, especially at night. Sunlight doesn’t bother me.” She frowned prettily, “I just get a little self conscious about my looks.”
“Understandable. But at Whateley you won’t stand out much. There are quite a few as unusual as you are and many who are more so.” He motioned for her to go on and started making notes of likely classes.
“Ummm.” She bit her lip and looked thoughtful. “I do well in math and science but I haven’t taken anything advanced yet. I like art classes even better than those and I can draw pretty well. I’m not great in English or History but I have an overall B average so I’m not doing bad. Never have trouble in Gym. I sometimes wonder if I have magic too. Do you think I do?”
“Well even baselines can manage some spells if they work at it so you can be if you want. Some mutants have a special talent for it and they can check for that at the school but from what I saw you have yet to develop that trait but you’re still growing.”
“True.” She gave a sunny smile. “Anything other questions?”
“Well I like a demonstration of your powers.”
The girl giggled, “One Demon-Stration coming up!”
She concentrated and a ball of flame appeared in her open hand. It slowly rose and hovered at eye height then circled the kitchen once and returned to her hand and disappeared. “I can control it as long as I’m concentrating or I can just toss it. I have another ability too.” She grinned, “I’m not supposed to use it though.”
“I’ll let you use it this one time just to show Mr. Lodgeman.” Her mother said.
She smiled and walked up to the kitchen table. She leaned far over, her blouse gaping open at the neck, and breathed on the surface of the table then rubbed at it with her sleeve as if it were a window she was trying to clear. When she was done the table had a foot long oval in that was transparent, directly over his lap. “I spy with my little eye something beginning with a ‘

’.” She winked at Lodgeman as her mother rolled her eyes.
“Aren’t there any women only mutant schools Mr. Lodgeman?”
“None that I’m aware of ma’am. However Whitman Cottage is women only if that is any consolation. Boys are not allowed beyond the main floor lounge.”
“I suppose that will have to be enough. On a serious note I fear for her safety here how soon can she enroll and will you please have somebody escort her to make sure nothing happens to her?”
“Well as it happens I brought the paperwork with me so as soon as we get it filled out were good.” He brought a briefcase up onto his lap and pulled out some documents. “Normally you’d send this off and then be checked out but I checked you out when my friend told me about you and as a member in good standing I can vouch for her.” He grabbed a pen and started writing then looked up and asked, “Do you have a Codename in mind? They’ll ask for one at Powers Testing to keep your results under. It doesn’t have to be your permanent Codename but these things sometimes stick so it’s best to come up with something you like ahead of time rather than blurt something unfortunate under time pressure. That’s true even if you plan to come back here afterwards…”
“I don’t. Only a few of my friends are even still talking to me since I started growing horns and well this just isn’t my favorite place to be.”
“Okay then try to think of a Codename while we continue down the list. I take it you were female before you manifested as well?”
“Sure! You mean some people change sexes when they become mutants?”
“Yes. We call it manifesting when your powers activate and last fall we got five at once and two cases that were complicated. You’ll probably meet them but I doubt you’ll be able to tell which ones used to be a different gender. We’ve had more trickle in since then.” He writes ‘always been female’ in the box. “Should I also assume you are heterosexual?”
A giggle and a nod answers him. “Oh! I’ve got it! How about Devil’s Advocate for a codename?”
“Someone who argues for the other side? I think that may work.”
“Some people may think that means you’re a villain.” Her mom said frowning. “But then they are mostly the sort who don’t think things through and they’ll likely assume the worst as soon they look at you anyway with those horns and that nub of a tail you’ve got growing. I can live with that and I’ll have my PR guy working on ideas.” She smiles at her daughter. “I don’t think you’ll be able to be anonymous or hide in plain sight so we might as well get people used to seeing you as a hero. Even if you don’t believe in lynch mobs you believe in the MCO don’t you?”
“Yes.” Bettie answered with a shiver.
“Alright then you go and learn how to use everything well and I’ll see about doctoring the spin.” She hugged her daughter warmly. “What the next question?”

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