Dominic Deegan

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Dominic Deegan's abilities as an oracle are much more complex than simply "knowing the future." Below is an in-depth description of his abilities, based on what we've seen in the comic. I'll update with more information as it comes up in canon.

Please note that NONE of these powers will be used with regards to your pup without your permission. Period.

( last update: February 19, 2008 )

1.) Go here to generate 10 random numbers between 1 and 100.
2.) Then I will answer the corresponding questions from here.

"Barnet Travoria. Wake up. Right now."

Barnet's eyes flicker open. "Ugh... what the...? Where am I?" She's in a windowless six-by-six prison cell. There's nothing here except for the cot, a chamber pot, and the seer standing in the opposite corner.

Dominic Deegan gazes levelly at her. "This is your interrogation, Barnet... and I am your inquisitor. Listen to me very closely. You're going to answer my questions honestly and clearly because I am trying to save your life. Understood?"

Barnet scowls. "Ha. What makes you think I'll just be so cooperative? What makes you think I won't just snap your--"

snap

For a heartbeat, everything's gone. The walls fall away, the very air shatters--there's nothing but an empty white void into which you could fall forever.

And then, in the next heartbeat, everything's back. Same walls, same floor, same Dominic Deegan.

Barnet opens and closes her mouth several times before she manages to get any words out. "What--? How did you do that? Who... what are you?"

"I am your inquisitor and I am in charge," he replies, speaking in the same even tone as before. "Any questions?"

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She'd planned for everything. She wore a mask to keep that Resistant town sheriff from IDing her. She brought revealer goggles to avoid the wards around the house (cost a small fortune, but a necessary expense in this line of work). She had a bag of sand to throw in the white mage's face to keep him from casting a spell, and her martial arts training made short work of everyone else between her and the home of her quarry. She was prepared for anything.

Finding the seer sprawled on the floor of the living room with no one else in sight? That, she wasn't expecting.

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Luna's sitting alone by her fiancée's bed when he suddenly gasps and jerks forward.

"Dominic!" Luna starts in surprise. "You're awake! You're--! What's wrong? What is it?"

The seer is doubled over, clutching his stomach. "Rrrjc jrr!" he grunts without opening his mouth. "Rrrjc jrr!"

"Magic... magic bar? You're out of a coma and you want to go to Milliways?"

Dominic shakes his head. "Mrrjck jrr!"

"Oh, a magic jar!" Luna quickly conjures a transparent jug out of thin air in Dominic's lap. "Why didn't you just say so?"

In lieu of an answer, Dominic grabs the jar and empties the contents of his stomach into it in one go.

"Okay," he says once the flow has subsided. "Now I could go for some booze." He sags against the pile of pillows, alternately gasping and swallowing to get the taste out of his mouth.

"I'm glad you're awake, but why did you need to puke into a magic jar? Why not just a, you know, regular one?"

"Because only a magic jar can contain what's in all this vomit," says Dominic. And sure enough, there's something writhing inside the jar, beating its hands and tentacles against the walls trying to get out. (It seems so tiny, now--scarcely bigger than his hand.)

"Oh, yuck." Luna grimaces. "Is that... the virus spell?"

"Yes, and it's going to tell us everything we need to know about this oracle hunter."

"Don't you think we should wait for Gregory to make sure you're all right?"

"No time. This virus won't last much longer. Cast a Trace spell on it. The trail will lead us right to the oracle hunter."

Luna nods and sets to work tracing the lines of the spell. The creature in the jar starts to glow... a glow which abruptly brightens to an almost blinding intensity.

"What the--?" Dominic's eyes go wide. "Oh crap! It's got a ward against trace spells!"

PFOOOM. The jar explodes, covering the room and its two occupants with vomit and spell guts. "GLAAAUGH!!" Dominic coughs and sputters.

The door bursts open to reveal a very distressed Szark. "Dominc! Luna! Are you all OH MY GOD!" His already-pale face goes virtually colorless as he takes in the mess. "...I'll, um, just leave you two alone to, um, yeah... Igottago." And he's out the door as quickly as he came.

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Gregory steps back. "Despite some fatigue and making a complete mess of yourself, you seem fine to me, bro. But we've lost our only lead to this oracle hunter, who may or may not be a relative."

"Not exactly." Dominic looks grim. "Trace wards warn the caster when a spell has been tampered with or destroyed."

"So you're saying that she knows the virus spell didn't work on you?" says Luna.

"Precisely... which means she may be coming back to try again."

"Well, the good news is that he's going to be fine," says Gregory to the anxious crowd assembled outside of Dominic's bedroom. "The wound was deep but I managed to heal it in time. The bad news is that he's in some sort of trance and I can't snap him out of it."

"Then it's a good thing you brought me here to help." Miranda Deegan, Archmage of the Fifth Circle and headmistress of the Quiral Academy for the Arcane Arts, grins smugly. "The deus ex momina has arrived."

Everyone just stares at her.

She frowns. "Deus ex momchina? Deus... no, wait, deus ex motherna... um, no... mommy ex machina..."

More staring.

"Oh, forget it," she sighs. "I'm his mother and I'm going to fix everything." She elbows her way past Gregory and into the bedroom.

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Dominic and Luna came home from the hospital to find Szark Sturtz already there, being interrogated by 'Detective' Quilt. Not that this is any great surprise--Dominic knew that Szark was a witness to one of the 'oracle hunter's attacks, and Quilt has been grilling anyone who comes within a hundred yards of the house. Dominic's just glad he was able to get Quilt out of his hair for five minutes so he could talk to Szark.

"...and my sword came in contact with her hand when I disarmed her," continues Szark. "The Prontus police had no luck, but I thought you'd be able to find something."

Dominic nods. "This is good. I can check whatever I find with your sword alongside what I found on Zelda Zanzibar. If I'm right, the clues ought to match."

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"Zelda Zanzibar? Her condition is stable. You can see her if you like." The healer leads Dominic and Luna down the corridor to the appropriate room.

"Thank you," replies Dominic. "Is there anything we should be careful about?"

The healer smiles. "Besides her flair for the dramatic? No, she's fine."

"Flair for the--?" Luna trails off as she views the tableau inside the room. "Oh good lord."

The woman on the bed looks up. "Dominic... my old friend... is that you?" She reaches toward Dominic with a trembling hand, her breaths faint and ragged. "Please... I don't have... much time... beware... the huntress... do not a-avenge me, old friend... s-save your... self... save youuuuhhh..." Her eyes flutter closed and she sags against her pillow.

Dominic is unimpressed. "I can see you breathing, Zelda."

"Then quit staring at my chest." Zelda sits back up with a smile. "Thanks for coming to visit me, DeeDee."

"I just wish the circumstances were better, ZeeZee," replies Dominic. "You look great, all things considered. What happened?"

"A woman knocked on my door and stabbed me in broad daylight. I was looking right at her... but dammit, I can't remember what she looks like."

"You haven't tried scrying her?"

"I can't," says Zelda. "Not her or anyone else. My second sight is gone. It's like she cut it out of me... and with it, a piece of my heart."

Dominic quirks an eyebrow. "Alright, ZeeZee, let's give it a rest so we can--"

"Oh!" Zelda gasps, clutching at her chest theatrically. "The huntress hath cut my heart indeed! The wound, it bleeds! Alas, alas, I expire... slain... dead of a b-broken... heart..."

Dominic rolls his eyes. "Zelda, you were stabbed in the stomach."

"She used a very long knife. Now shut up and respect the dead."

"Is she going to do that every five minutes?" says Luna, looking even more annoyed than Dominic. "If Szark was straight he'd get a real kick out of her."

"Aww, Luna, be nice," says Dominic with a smile. "Zelda's always dealt with stress by overacting."

"Over-acting?" Zelda retorts indignantly. "I was voted 'Best Death Scene' in our acting class!"

"I'm sure that's..." Luna blinks. "Wait. Did you say 'our acting class'?"

"Oh, you didn't know? Dominic was quite the actor in school."

"Look, this isn't really important. We should be trying to figure out--"

"He was good, too!" Zelda continues. "He loved the classics and the melodramas. You should've seen him when we did The Semashi Soldier. He played 'Zachary the Wicked' like a natural." She reaches out to playfully ruffle Dominic's hair. "The sons of Donovan Deegan all have some bard in them. Little Gregory is a musician, moody Jacob is a writer, and smug Dominic can act and--"

"Enough!" In a sudden flash of movement, Dominic grabs one of the bed pillows and slams it down against Zelda's face. "You shall not reveal my secrets, foul witch!"

Luna blanches. "Dominic! My God! What are you doing?!"

"The death scene from The Semashi Soldier. It's ZeeZee's favorite."

Zelda pauses in her feigned struggles for air to give Luna a thumbs-up. "Told you he was good."

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"That woman is a loon," grumbles Luna as she and Dominic leave the hospital. "She put us through twenty of her death scenes, and you helped!"

"It actually worked out well," replies Dominic. "I was able to get a read on what happened to her second sight while I had my hands around her neck. I just need to go over my notes back home."

"I wish you would've let me put my hands around her neck."

Dominic smirks. "I'll brew some tea once we get back to Barthis. We can relax and we won't have to think about death anymore..."

It's not a large shop, nor a particularly lavish one--seers are not known for their great financial success. Still, it's been lovingly decorated, with beaded purple curtains in the front window and gold paint on the wood frames of the window and door. A stand-up placard next to the door reads:

MADAM
ZANZIBAR
Oracle for Hire
Fortunes Told!
Mysteries Solved!
All For A Low,
Low Price!
"Ah, hello!" A tall, voluptuous woman dressed in elaborate furs and silks steps forward with a smile, gesturing with a well-manicured hand at a row of crystal balls set against the back wall of the shop. "You've come to see the great Madam Zanzibar! You wish to see your future in my balls, yes?"

The smile fades rapidly from her face as she sees her 'customer.'

"...oh my God."

And then the sword comes down...

Tap. Tap tap.

Dominic's got a project he's been working on in his free time.

Tap. Tap tap tap.

Not that he's had much free time, of course. Between finals and community service, he and Luna have barely had an hour to themselves in the past two weeks.

Tap tap tap. Tap tap.

And when he does have spare time, Dominic spends it standing in the front yard tapping rocks together, and he won't tell Luna why he's doing it.

Tap. Tap.

Well, it's all going to end today, one way or another.

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(From a meme started by neenie and perpetuated by areyoumymemmy)

Comment with your character's name, and I will tell you:

1) how [insert pup of your choice here]'s opinion of the named character has changed over time, or
2) why [insert pup of your choice here] does or does not get along/like/other with the named pup.

Please state which pup of mine as well as yours! Unless... you know, it's really obvious.

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Guardian Bob (mend_and_defend)
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Kit Baxter (trustydriver)
Osaka (shikkari)
Audrey II (f33dm3)
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Dominic glares daggers at the dark-haired boy sitting across from Luna. "You know, it's bad enough that I have to spend my weekends as an 'oracle for hire,' only without the payment, but you had to go and tell the entire class about it."

"I did not!" the boy protests. "I only told Prento. He told the entire class. And it was more like he bragged about it after you gave him a reading. He couldn't shut up about how great you were." He reaches to move his remaining bishop on the chessboard before him. "If only you were as good at chess, Luna. Checkmate."

"I don't like you any more, Nimmel," says Luna with a mock scowl.

Nimmel Feenix beams beatifically. "Aren't you going to miss me a little when I go to the Coldfire Academy next year?"

"I won't miss hearing you say 'checkmate' every week."

"I'll miss kicking your butt, but I'm so excited to go. I wish I could visit the Archipelago before I move there."

"That chance could come sooner than you think." This last statement comes from Dominic, who's holding up his cane so that the polished brass sphere is at eye level. As Luna and Nimmel watch, the sphere rises, and a deep male voice emanates from it.

"Dominic, this is Milov. I need you to come to the Winter Archipelago as soon as you can. I need your help. It is urgent that I speak to you in person. Bring Luna if you can. Jayden will be happy to see her again."

"I'll do what I can, Milov," Dominic replies. "Would it be too bold to ask if I could bring a student of mine? He'll be attending the Coldfire Academy this fall."

"That would be no problem. I'd be delighted to have him as my guest. But please hurry. This is a very important matter, Dominic." The voice fades and the globe returns to its normal place atop the cane.

Nimmel is flabbergasted. "You're inviting me along? I get to be the guest of Lord Milov Danovich? Professor Deegan, I... I don't know what to say."

"I say I'm coming, too!" pipes up Spark, leaping up onto the table. "There's no way I'm sitting this one out!"

Luna eyes the cat dubiously. "Spark, you hate cold weather and dogs. The Winter Archipelago is a frozen land of werewolves. Why do you want to go?"

Spark just grins. "Archipelago. Chain of islands. Islands are surrounded by water. And you know what lives in water?" He clears his throat and sings out, "FEEEEESH!"

...oh, yeah, this is gonna be interesting.

Please let me have been fast enough please let me have been fast enough please... Through the haze of pain and blood, Dominic reaches out mentally to his pin-dolls. Stonewater and Melna were untouched by the blast. Jayden and Milov are unconscious but unharmed. Szark--he thinks Szark's okay, but Luna...

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"Dominic? I'd like to have a word with you."

The seer turns to see Mayor Chayler, looking much less angry than she had when she let him out of the jail cell the night before. "I never got a chance to thank you for helping Gregory," she says. "He's very blessed to have you looking out for him. However, you protected him, and taught him a lesson, through trickery and deception. I don't approve of that. I love you, Dominic. You're one of the most selfless people I've ever known... but I won't let you play the puppet-master. Not here.

"Which is why I'm giving you this." She hands him a parchment scroll held shut with the official mayoral seal.

"A community service notice?" asks Dominic as he unrolls the parchment. "You sure do like to hand these... out..."

It reads:

SERVICE NOTICE

For the crime of willfully deceiving and endangering its citizens, the Township of Barthis hereby requires Dominic Deegan to serve the community as its very own FORTUNE TELLER,for a period not to exceed ninety days.

Pamela Chayler Mayor of Barthis

Dominic's scream can be heard for miles.

"Hey, bro." Gregory looks up from the floor to see Dominic limping into the town hall. "What're you doing here?"

"I need to speak to Pamela. Where is she?"

"She's in her office with Dex. They're discussing what to do about Snowsong... and then she wants to have a few words with me."

Dominic nods grimly. "Yeah, she's going to want to have a few words with me, too."

The door to the mayor's office opens, and Dex Garrit walks out. Pam's voice can be heard from inside: "And get Dominic while you're out. I want to speak with him first." Dex nods, then turns to find himself nose-to-nose with the seer. There's a momentary awkward pause, then Dominic steps past Dex and into Pamela's office.

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After his vision, Dominic headed back home as quickly as possible. He waved off Luna's questions and Spark's demands to be fed, and locked himself in his study.

He's been staring at the wall in front of his desk for the last half-hour, trying to think of... something. Anything that'll keep his little brother from taking a life without meaning to, and still keep that Chosen girl from going through with her stated plan to destroy Barthis.

The girl had looked very young--no older than eighteen. For someone that young to join a chaos cult, she must be very confused and hurt. Maybe all it would take is a little kindness and understanding to make her realize that the world isn't out to get her. Well, that's something Dominic is willing to provide, if she's willing to accept it.

Gregory's situation is... trickier. Ever since Jacob removed the Blight from his body, Gregory's white magic has been growing--apparently to the point where it's no longer fully under his control. Even if he doesn't need to fight the cultist, he could still potentially hurt somebody by accident. Dominic knows his little brother, and knows that just telling him to ease up on the white magic isn't going to cut it. He needs to see the consequences and find a better way for himself. All Dominic can do is guide him... but how?

He looks over the books stacked on the table again. On top of the pile are the books Tyler gave him, the ones about superheroes. Dominic's skimmed through them over the past couple of weeks. Interesting stuff, if a little ridiculous at times. Life would be so much simpler if superheroes really existed, wouldn't it? People with extraordinary powers who dedicated themselves to protecting the innocent. Just like--

Dominic sits bolt upright in his seat.

That's it.

He reaches for the communication crystal. He has some calls to make.

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{Dominic is having a very strange dream...}

"Mff... no, wait, don't... snnnk... going the wrong way... Ray, LOOK OUT!" Dominic sits bolt upright in bed, eyes wide, gasping for air.

"About time you woke up." Spark uncurls and leaps from the foot of the bed to stalk over to the door. "Somebody in this house needs to feed me already."

"Ask Luna," Dominic mutters, rubbing his temples. That was far and away the weirdest vision he's had in a good long while. What in God's name is happening to Dr. Stantz?

"I did. She just whined about having a headache and not getting any sleep last night..."

"She what??" Dominic hastily scoots over to the edge of the bed, puts on his artificial leg, and limps into the family room as quickly as he can manage without his cane. Luna is sitting at the dining room table, hunched over a mug of tea the size of her head--'Headache Helper,' judging by the smell. "Luna?" says Dominic softly. "Are you sick?"

"nnnf." She shakes her head without looking up.

"Then what is it?"

"You were talking in your sleep," says Luna, looking up at Dominic pointedly. "All night. I tried to wake you up, but nothing worked. I had to go sleep on the couch, and you know how Spark feels about that."

"Oh, man, I'm sorry, I had no idea..."

"S'okay. I know how you get when you're having a vision." She looks concerned, despite her obvious exhaustion. "Was it something bad?"

"...you know, I'm not actually sure," says Dominic after a moment. "It was about Dr. Stantz, from Milliways, but most of it didn't make any sense..."

"I thought I heard you saying his name. Is he in trouble? We should--"

"We aren't going to do anything," says Dominic firmly. "You are going back to bed, and I'm going to try to contact him and see what's going on, okay?"

"'kay." Luna abandons her tea and heads back to bed. She must really be tired, to not even make a token protest, thinks Dominic. But never mind. Time to get to work.

* * *

Two hours later, Dominic is making a dent in the now-cold mug of 'Headache Helper'. Ironically, it's not really helping at all.

Every attempt to mentally contact Dr. Stantz, or even to scry where he is now, has been a miserable failure. All Dominic's got for his troubles is a raging migraine. I don't get it. I could scry him just fine when I was in Milliways. What's different now?

Then the staggeringly obvious hits him. Ray is in another plane--more than that, he's in an entirely different universe. It took the aid of five other mages to scry into another plane within his own world; it must be exponentially harder to make contact with another reality.

So why is it easier in Milliways? Again, the answer is obvious; Milliways must be on the Planar Pathway. Or perhaps it's even beyond that, on some sort of Meta-Planar Pathway that connects to all possible worlds. From such a place, it would be easy to use second sight to view anything at all.

Which means that, despite his strong misgivings about the place, Dominic must re-enter Milliways if he wants to know what's happening to his friend.

"Crap."

Something always has to come up, doesn't it? Just when you think you can finally get some peace and quiet, some new crisis comes along that throws everything off-balance again. Sometimes it's as simple as a coworker trying to seduce your girlfriend; other times it's as huge as a chaos cult trying to destroy the world.

And sometimes it involves being stuck in a interdimensional nexus at the temporal end of the universe (the end of more than one universe, according to YT and Tyler) with no idea how to get out again.

At least the guest rooms are nice here. Comfortable, spacious, and well soundproofed.

The perfect place to do some scrying.

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