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Powers and Triggers

phenyxsnest:

Powers and Trigger and their agency forgot about the
Pines…but the Pines didn’t forget about them. So what happens if they
have to summon Alcor sometime after the Transcendence?

(Please note, this is going along with canon as if the Transcendence happened sometime during Weirdmaggeddon. So they’ve forgotten thanks to the memory gun.)

Read on AO3 // Read on FF.net

 The smoke cleared from the circle, and agents of the U.S. Government Powers and Trigger were left staring at an empty circle.

 Again.

 After having gotten nothing out of their deal.

 For an agency that was supposed to investigate the strange and
unusual, they were having a great deal of difficulty with the new world –
and gaining more information was proving exceedingly difficult.

 No one wanted to talk to the government. It had been true before
the Transcendence, as it was coming to be called, and it was even more
difficult after, as the newest citizens (most of whom needed social
security numbers, and to be entered into the system, and there was so
much red tape about whether or not they were citizens, considering they
had been born here but hadn’t been known before so technically they fit
the first criteria for citizenship but there was so much resistance)
didn’t trust humans all that much yet as a whole.

 Demons, it seemed, weren’t interested in being citizens, but
they were the only ones who might have known something, so long as they
were given something in return. Cold, clean, clear cut. In theory. The
blood didn’t hold that theory up, and they weren’t getting any clear
information out of the demons that answered.

 Well, Powers and Trigger were going to try the last one on their
list before going home for the day, as there were going to be problems
if they didn’t try them all. This one was new, so a fresh demon might
have less experience at deals and let them get a bit more out of it,
even if it was already alarmingly powerful.

 It wasn’t routine. They would make it routine.

 So all the messy parts of a summoning, the parts that weren’t
orderly, were made orderly. Blood in a vial and not in a struggling
animal, clean printed lines of a summoning chant read out briskly, like
dialing a number, and then wait.

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Correction

avafalls:

Here’s my angst-riffic fic for the anniversary. Fair warning: it ends on a cliffhanger and the second part may not be out for a while. 

Read on Fanfiction.Net [here] and on AO3 [here]

It was supposed to be a summoning just like any other.

It wasn’t.

Part 1: Dipper

It was a fairly ordinary night in for the Pines family.
Henry was out for the weekend at some kind of librarians’ convention, and Mabel
was grocery shopping (and with seven people to feed and one of them a demon,
long trips to the grocery store were common), which left Dipper and Stan to
watch the kids.

So, naturally, they’d summoned Dipper to the physical plane
with a bag of lollipops and were playing Monopoly.

Technically, Dipper was only the banker, because house rules
said that no one with omniscience could have a pawn, but that rule said nothing
about auctioning off hints or specified rolls of the dice to whoever offered
the most candy in return.

One far-too-easily-purchased Park Place and a couple trips
to Jail later and the game had devolved into more of a shouting-and-auctioning
match with the occasional throw of the dice, but the kids weren’t running wild
over the entire house, so Dipper considered it a success.

Of course, it wouldn’t have been a weekend night at the
Pines house without a summoning.

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