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Richard Beck Harm: 1 XP: 1 Well if that wasn't the most cliche thing, Richard doesn't know what is. "Riiiight. 'Architecture.' Sure, okay." Richard was gonna have some fun with this. See, he could be boring and call her on the stupidity of that cliche statement, or he could deliberately misinterpret things and confuse the poor girl even further. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Well, I guess it was only a matter of time." With that, Richard pulls down the neck of his shirt ever so slightly. He thinks about applying the beer bottle, but it being lukewarm kind of gets in the way of having precipitation to apply all sexy like. But that's okay, because he definitely has his pants. "I suppose it's natural, you know. One girl sees a guy, her heart skips a beat, there's a connection, she tries to figure out what to do but for one reason or another she can't bring herself to confess. So, one day after another you stop by, see what he's like." With that, Richard walks about half-way towards her, before leaning against the wall again. Coincidentally, his hand hooks onto edge of his pants and pulls it down just enough to show off his ridiculously well muscled lower abs. He takes a drink of his beer, looking the girl over for a moment. For some reason, this girl reminds him of somebody. In the spur of the moment, he decides to pursue this idea. He points the end of the beer bottle at her, and narrows his eyes at her questioningly. "Hey, have I seen you somewhere? You seem kinda familiar." Turn Someone On: 2d6+1 9
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Chloe Caraway; 3 XP; 0 Harm; 2 Dark Power Strings "Yeah, all the band poo poo is in the trunk." I don't even try not to stare as I a cross the distance between the doorway and her. I am suddenly really loving aware that we have the whole place to ourselves, with no one to walk in on anything for hours. Our kitchen is one of those loving generic modern deals -- stainless steal appliances, black marble counter tops, fake tile flooring. A bit of renovation that I still don't know how mom afforded. Not that I really give a gently caress, honestly. Melanie is sitting at the island on a stool -- I step up beside her, and casually lean my back against the island's countertop. "Of course, we've got a good while before I have to be down there." I give her a crooked smile. "Can you think of anything you'd like to do in the meantime?" Counter turn-on: 2d6-1=5 gently caress it, I've still got four strings let's throw two of them at that. Speaking of which, you took another one on me from that last roll.
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# ? Sep 11, 2013 23:30 |
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Melanie Lin XP: 3 I leave my plate and glass on top of the counter. And seeing her move next to me, I'm starting to think what Chloe might be thinking right now. "Well... I can come up with few things." I smile and grab hold of Chloe's hand. It felt a weird before, but not so much at all anymore. Honestly, I look at her eyes, it's hard to pay any attention to anything and anyone. And even with Jeremie spewing his poo poo and the fighting in the theater earlier, I can't be doing anything wrong here, right? gently caress, I don't know. At least someone is interested in me. "Hey, I don't know why it turned out be you and me." I say, taking hold of her other hand. "But I don't care anymore. It's us now, and I like it. So..." Melanie chooses to give herself to her.
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Thank you hctibyllis and Cocks Cable XP: 5->0, 1 Adv | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Terrified | Location: Emmet's Locker For a moment I look into Mr. Waters' eyes, and suddenly I see the man plain. He is not particularly interested in my well-being, but nor does he want to destroy me for my secrets. He seems more interested in book deals and talk shows where the female host asks many questions of faked interest. I do not much care for his accusations of my father, though. "My f-father," I tell him, looking straight into his eyes, even though I do not particularly want to--maybe acting brave will help me become brave?-- "is a good man. A...a great man. Better than you." My lips curl unconsciously--I think I saw someone turn down their friend asking for a date this way-- "Now...l-let. Me. Go." I'm going to shut this guy down hard. How dare he accuse Dr. Dabrowsky of being anything but kind! Shut Down Mr. Waters: 2d6 9 Ooh. Let's take conditions on one another. I'll give him something like "impotent", he can give me something like "trouble kid". I can see some other students gathering around us, staring at our confrontation. A few of them seem to be laughing at Mr. Waters. A few more seem to be whispering something like "drat! When did Emmet grow those balls?!" I want to say that my balls have not grown at all, merely my voice, but that would seem to spoil the effect. Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at 06:07 on Sep 13, 2013 |
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Chloe Caraway; 3 XP; 0 Harm; 1 Dark Power Strings I don't say anything else -- instead, I just lean in and kiss her. After all the bullshit and confusion that I've had in my life recently, this feels good -- simple, somehow. And maybe if I hold on tight enough, I can figure out what exactly it was that made the two girls in all those pictures look so loving happy. Somewhere in the house, a radio is playing. Okay, so, I'm going to assume that sex moves have activated. As a refresher: Chloe: "When you have sex, the dark power loses a String on you and gains a String on whoever you had sex with" Melanie: "When you have sex with someone, trigger their Darkest Self." Infernal Darkest Self: "You can’t get what you need, anymore. The world has left you cold and alone, shivering in the wake of your own addictions. The dark power will make some open-ended demands of you, and it’ll promise you some lucrative (and perhaps volatile) things in return. Every demand you fulfill brings you a little closer to feeling whole again, to rekindling the fire in your heart. Whenever you fulfill those demands, remove a String it holds on you. You escape your Darkest Self when the dark power has no more Strings on you, or when you agree to an even worse bargain with an even more dangerous dark power." It'll only last until I lose that one string, but it looks like I get to play a concert in loving demo withdrawal.
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Chloe, fade to black aside, you get a brief feeling from your passenger as a forgotten cigarette turns to ash in the tray. Irritation, hatred, disgust? It's hard to tell. Not much time left to join up with your band. Better hurry. Who's all in your band, again? Devon, and... Benny, was it? Did he get away from that whole clusterfuck scot-free, or does he have a few scars? Melanie, you're going to notice a burning sensation in your lungs in a while. Maybe you're getting a bit too much secondhand smoke around Chloe? Probably nothing. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the cake, because there isn't time to grab you anything else to eat. On the drive out, you think you spot Mr. Wells walking down the street, but he's not looking for the car you're in and you're away before you can even be sure. Emmet, Mr. Waters pulls his hand away as he notices the gathering witnesses. "Go. I- We will deal with your situation next week." He pushes away through the crowd, shoulders stiff. Take the condition troubled case. A girl pushes her way through the crowd with a grin just below the threshold of manic. "That was awesome! Hey, want to come see something cool tonight? My name's Denise." What do you do? Richard, the girl pauses for a second, looking away and blushing. In the space between moments, you notice an old man in old-fashioned clothes driving down the road in a similarly old-looking car. Another car is coming down the road in the other direction, more than a little over the speed limit. The girl clears her throat, tries to harden up her features. "It doesn't matter who I am. I'm just here to distract you." It hits you. She's that Bendis kid you saw staring at you before. Take a string on her. Then she dives out of the path of the speeding car, the one that just jumped the curb. The car that Corey Bendis is about to run you over with. What do you do? Bella, Denise's directions end up at a makeshift outdoor stage out in the middle of the woods; looks like somebody's having a party. There are a few people on stage hooking up their instruments; most of the guests are drinking,smoking, chatting. Denise isn't anywhere to be seen yet. What do you do? Guy, Jeremie turns bright red and stares, freezes up. Somebody else walks into the bathroom, and it shatters the moment. He shoves you away, hard, and walks out of the bathroom. Nearly runs out. Take a string on him. Your phone buzzes. Your superiors are inquiring about the status of your sampling mission. What do you do?
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Chloe Caraway; 3 XP; 0 Harm; 1 Dark Power Strings; DARKEST SELF Who the gently caress pissed in his cereal? I can kind of feel him coiled around my brain, being all mad and poo poo for no good reason. It sets me on edge, despite objectively having just had a better afternoon than I've had since waking up to this loving situation. "Hey," I say as we get closer to where we're going. "You probably don't remember this, but, uh... our band is not a very loving good band." I grin, trying to look nonchalant even as I stab my cigarette into the ash tray in irritation. It must have just been a bad loving blend or something, because I'm getting nothing from it. And for some reason, it's starting to feel like I haven't had a smoke in days instead of hours. I feel tired, strung out and there is the beginnings of a headache throbbing in the back of my mind. Not exactly how I'm used to feeling after sex. I immediately take another one out of the pack, stick it in my mouth and light it. "So, like, don't make fun of me too much for it. I've got no idea how Ben talked me into the whole thing." Yeah, the band is me, Devon, Ben and Lester. Lester being this large drummer who insists on wearing a pretentious fedora everywhere he goes. He's okay aside from that, I guess -- Ben's the only rear end in a top hat involved. And yeah, the fucker nose looks like it was broken a few more times than I remember. And he tries to hide it with long sleeved shirts, but he's got some kind of bite scar on his arm, like from a dog, you know? A really loving big dog. ... or a wolf. I remember the howling from that episode I had this morning in class, but then immediately try to dismiss it. Whatever, it's not like it meant anything.
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Bella Marsden XP: 1 Okay, not quite what I expected... but hey, I'm never one to turn down a free party. I spot my neighbor's kid Gillian and her boyfriend Sam standing with some other folks that I vaguely recognize from school. After grabbing a drink from the makeshift bar I head over and chat for a bit. I bum a menthol off Sam in the meantime. Neither of us are bigtime smokers or anything, but I like menthols occasionally, and he doesn't mind sharing. "Hey, you guys seen Denise yet?" My question's only met with shrugs and head-shakes. Guess she was waylaid with practice or whatever. Not a big deal, it happens. She loves her cheerleading, and I bet if she lived in a different town, she'd be all up in those championships that they do. But Moreau doesn't have a great football team, let alone a big-shot cheerleading squad, so she's relegated to just trying for the best they can do in this little dinky town. Don't think I'm just obliviously partying, though. I see the looks that the occasional guy and girl in the crowd throws at me. Guess Teddy and the other cronies managed to stick up for poor old Francis well enough. I ignore them, though. gently caress 'em. Better that they hate me than wanting to get up in my business like Francis does. One 'adoring fan' I can handle. A whole mob is a bit tougher.
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XP: 5->0, 1 Adv | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Terrified, Troubled Case | Location: Emmet's Locker Our eyes stay together for a few moments longer, our mutual wills showing themselves. But even as Mr. Waters dismisses me, I cannot help but feel: this feels great! This must be what people mean when they say someone is "cool"! I can feel the fright that once was there bleeding away, and something new take its place. I am Emmet, hear me screa--! Oh, hang on. It seems my new coolness has attracted somebody. Already. She must have been one of the people who had gathered to see the possible fight. I wonder if she was the one who made the comment about my balls...? "It was?" I tell her, before brushing that nagging feeling of uncertainty aside. "I mean, uh, yes, it was! I ought to know, being...well. Hello, Denise." I shake her hand and give a little bow. "And what is this 'cool thing' you seem so happy to want to show me? I can work with cool things (now)!"
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# ? Sep 16, 2013 03:31 |
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Melanie Lin XP: 3 Me, I feel unusually, ridiculously good right now. Memory gaps aside, it's the first time I've ever done that. With a girl. On her mom's kitchen counter. I don't if it's the start of anything radically different between us, but it is something good. I'll take it. Not too sure about the feeling in my lungs. I guess I probably ended up smoking a lot with Chloe last year, but ugh, what the hell, why not? Trying to ignore it. Like I'm ignoring who I think is the toy store guy because I do not need an old guy haunting my waking moments. "Eh, all American bands sound the same to me anyway." I reply to her, even when my room has all these albums and posters of all my favorite bands from back home. I blink and smile back at her. "You'll be fine, I'm sure." I should have Chloe listen to some tracks from my playlist, maybe she'll like it.
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XP: 3 | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Psychopath | Location: Hallways Jeremie’s reaction, while still fundamentally interesting on many levels, is rather disappointing. Pupils were dilated. Skin was flush with increased circulatory flow. The face even showed signs of increased perspiration indicating a receptive nervousness. And there was a definite look that evades exact quantification. For preciously eleven seconds, it seemed like I was on the verge of discovering what it meant to be homo. And now the opportunity is lost! I’m just never going to figure these things out I fear. I will just have to try again later, perhaps on another safer specimen altogether. Test subject designate Jeremie Tylers does often resort to physical displays of aggression when provoked as demonstrated here. Annoyed at my failed experiment, I exit the restroom in a huff. And that’s when my communication device alerts me to a new message. Reading it just sours my mood even more. Those impatient assholes (bonus points for vernacular word usage!) don’t need to be micromanaging me. It’s not like we don’t have hundreds of other mission objectives all competing for the same high level priority. Observe human behavior, catalog human cultural idiosyncrasies, gauge potential mission security threats, identify key post-invasion military targets, engage in human intercourse rituals, maintain cover identity, assess planetary resources, keep plastic and glass recyclables separate, turn off lights when leaving a room, submit a minimum of 60KB of mission logs each earth day, etcetera etcetera. It will get done, but there are limits to the number of tasks I can accomplish in the same time frame! My frustration grows to a crescendo until I flip open the comms device and furiously enter a return reply. >>John J.>> working on it numbnutz >>John J.>> Mike better choice bcoz job ne-wayz >>John J.>> assigning youth specialist bad strategy Shut Them Down: 2d6+1 11 OOC: Giving John the condition Strategic Fool. Perhaps an error in tact on my part, but sending it sure felt good. It should take him a good long while to look up and assess the meaning of the word “numbnutz” anyways. And questioning his tactical judgment will certainly send some tentacles flailing. Where was I? Oh yes, a blood sample. I access my locker to find my generalized mission equipment kit. Using the door to cover me and block the view, I open the case to review its contents in discretion. Sonic scalpel, quantized filament, sub-dermal extractor... And there we go. Armed with just the right tool in hand, I make my way over to the stairwell. With instructional classes over for the day, the herds of students have thinned. But there are always a few wandering about after hours. I just need to wait for a female to appear at the top of the stairs and make her descent down to initiate a minor accident. To our advantage, we have discovered that human minds are naturally weak and quite susceptible to our mental abilities. All I need do is project a moment of disorientation to cause a misstep and set off a tumble. Gravity takes care of the rest. In the chaos, I can then swoop in to the target’s aid and collect the needed sample. And here comes a female now... Mesmerizing: 2d6+2 10 OOC: Added +1 to the roll because of Failing Dynasty. The plan is as Guy describes. Give the female a dazed condition to cause them to fall. Collect sample when he goes to help them up...or maybe they end up hitting their head and bleeding. That works too! iceyman fucked around with this message at 18:59 on Sep 16, 2013 |
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Richard Beck Harm: 1 XP: 2 Internally, Richard cackles as the girl flusters. He stopped his internal cackling for a brief moment when his mind starts to actually work towards memory things. It's in this moment when he notices the old man. That...was rather strange. He had never seen anyone who looked like that or drove a car like that before, and certainly never around this part of town. Of course, his thought is interrupted by two thoughts striking him at about the same time. One, holy poo poo so that's who that person was. Two, holy poo poo there's a car running at him and there's dude that wants him as a hood ornament. As Richard looses sight of the girl slipping away, he immediately went into the increasingly familiar instinct of fight or flight. The thing is, given the immediate nature of the problem in question, Richard's mind immediately went from "fight or flight choose quickly" to "do some stupid bullshit that no one should ever try at home". So Richard went and did some stupid bullshit. With a running leap, Richard extends his foot like a redneck Bruce Lee and practically flies at the driver's side of the windshield. Lash Out Physically: 2d6+2 11 Gaining a string on Corey here because holy poo poo Dick just divekicked through the loving windshield. Also getting a string on Corey thanks to Primal Dominance. AlanWhats fucked around with this message at 21:54 on Sep 19, 2013 |
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Emmet, Denise drags you out to a car, talking about a friend of hers she thinks you should meet "You both seem so serious" and this party that's going on tonight "They have a band and everything!" While she drives, the trees and occasional pedestrian flit by as quickly as her words. Wait, that last pedestrian wasn't a stranger. Ingo Wells is back in town. His head whips around to follow Denise's car.Then you've already torn around the next bend. Tell us what you think of the good toymaker? When you arrive at the party, you draw a couple curious glances. You aren't known as a partier. How do you react or adapt to the unfamiliar atmosphere? Richard, Corey's eyes widen in surprise a second before you explode through the windshield. You feel something crack under your foot. His sternum? The car smashes into something, sending you flying back through the air for a moment before you hit the ground hard, rolling. You can hear more cracking noises. Somebody's transforming, but is it Corey or the girl? What do you do? Guy, the girl freezes midstep, then slowly falls over forwards, tumbling down the stairs! You recognize her in the moment before the fall; it's Maybelle from your homeroom. Tell us how you take the sample, and what she probably should not let slip while she was out of it. Chloe, tell us about the setup that's going on when you guys arrive. What did Benny gently caress up? Do you know who's running the party? Melanie who in Chloe's band likes you? Who doesn't? What do you do once Chloe's occupied with her band's stuff? Bella, Denise shows up with that Emmet guy trailing behind her. Has she mentioned him before? What have you heard about him? Entirely unrelated, of course, what do you know about magical homunculi?
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Melanie Lin XP: 3 I see Devon wave hello to me as I walk in with Chloe, trying to look cool stringing his guitar. Kind of awkward, but I think he has a thing for me. He walked up to me a few days ago, starting up a conversation and acting like we've been friends for months. Because... it seems we are. Apparently I've been going to the Scratched Vinyl for the past year, looking into whatever albums they have from home. I'm not really sure what to do with him, especially now, but I give him a wave back. I'm a lot colder with Lester and Ben, though that's not my fault. Everyone knows it's a crime to stand next to someone with a fedora that smug. As for Ben? Apparently he got pissed at me after some poo poo that happened last schoolyear. A prank with bear spray or something. I don't know the details, but he thought I snitched on him. gently caress him, he probably deserved it and all the beating he got from it. I learn to stay a good distance from them. Which means I have to stay away from Chloe while they get ready. For the best, when I think about it, but I feel more reluctant this time. I squeeze Chloe's hand before letting go and wait... somewhere in this party. Well, worst things could happen right now. Like maybe I run into someone else I "know" here and enter another awkward episode with them or... ...Sure, I could find Emmet hanging around here for some reason. And that girl who stole Chloe's lighter. Okay, sure. I got words for them, anyway. Let's start with the marshmallow and his creepy toy store friend. "Hey, hi, alright if I borrow him for a while?" I surprise him and the girl he's with, then grab his arm in the least gentle way possible. "Emmet, we need to talk. Now."
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Richard Beck Harm: 1 XP: 3 Richard manages to roll along the floor without getting beaten to poo poo. After a brief moment of being dazed, he scrambles up to his feet, ears ringing a bit as the blood rushes to his head. He throws his hands up in the air in a moment of premature celebration. "YEAH! DIDN'T EXPECT THAT DID YA BITCH?!" His taunting gets cut off by the all too familiar sound of bone and sinew popping as a song about werewolves kicks in on the car radio. "...Oh gently caress me. Time to go!" Richard suddenly runs to the side of the house. There stands the Harley, waiting for Richard to swing on to it. Richard practically rips the keys out of his pants pocket and slams them into the ignition. "Sweet blessed steed GET ME THE gently caress OUTTA HERE!" With that, the engine roars to life, causing the bike to buck into motion. Richard cranks the throttle and peels around the corner, knocking down some of the ill-maintained picket fencing. He pops a wheelie just in time to use Corey's car as a ramp, allowing the laws of physics to toss hundreds of pounds of motorcycle into the air with a sweet jump. The resulting thud of Harley hitting pavement barely even broke Richard's stride. With a quick turn, Richard peels as he drifts the motorcycle to face down the street. At that point, he takes the moment to flip the bird in the hopes that Corey can catch it in his rear-view mirror. With a twist of the throttle Richard pops another wheelie and burns rubber on out of there. It wasn't the most subtle way to head out, but Richard just doesn't give much of a gently caress right now. After a couple of turns on the street, Richard decides it's a good idea to head on to one of the more private places in this town. He dives into the intersections and back-roads, trying to get any tails off of him. He starts following the trees, and indirectly starts following a bit of a crowd that's forming. Seems to be some gig going on around here. Richard grins a bit. He might be able to salvage the day after all. Running Away: 2d6+2 7 I figure the best thing to take at this point is "make a big scene".
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# ? Sep 27, 2013 06:51 |
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Chloe Caraway; 3 XP; 0 Harm; 1 Dark Power Strings; DARKEST SELF "What do you loving mean the mic doesn't work?" Irritably, I snap the still-lit cigarrette in half between my fingers. It hadn't helped any more than the last one had. I pull out another as I glare up at him. "You couldn't have loving tested the things? What's the plan? Just scream lout enough for everyone to hear your lovely little voice?" He was going to be completely drowned out by the instruments without a mic, even at this venue. Honestly, it's probably for the best. His singing is easily the worst part of this band. I'm not mad at Ben specifically so much as I am furious at the world, but he's still a goddamn idiot so he makes a convenient scapegoat. "Jesus Christ, dude! You couldn't have tested this poo poo beforehand?" We are "backstage". By which I mean we are literally standing behind the rickety looking wooden structure. The sound equipment is okay, apart from the lack of working microphones. But this place sure as poo poo wouldn't meet regulation. God, when Melanie sees this performance, she's going to be really loving regretful that she had sex with a loser like me. The thought is pretty agitating.
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XP: 0, 1 Adv | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Terrified, Troubled Case | Location: Emmet's Locker->Party! Denise seem to ignore my question as she shoos me to her car outside. Nonetheless I can glean what she wants from the details she drops...a party? In the woods? With music? Yes! My newfound coolness is paying off already! I wonder who in particular she wants me to meet... Hang on, who was that? I barely get a chance to look at the face before Denise takes the next turn...perhaps a bit faster than recommended. But that one look is all I need, really. Mr. Wells is back from his vacation? The last time Dr. Dabrowsky and I drove by his shop, on the way to an expensive restaurant to meet Melanie's mother, there was a large placard in the window saying he was visiting relatives in the Czech Republic. Note to Tolly: I mean Prague. Wink wink. That was not so long ago, a few weeks, perhaps. Dr. Dabrowsky had been rather dismissive at the time; "good riddance!" he had said. Does he know he is back? I still remember when he tried to take me with him, and I know I am supposed to fear him, but...something inside me cannot help but empathize with the old man. He was my Master's friend once, after all. I do not get much time to dwell on him though, as with a sudden screeech, Denise parks the car and beckons me over to the woods. What is there in the...oh, a concert stage! And performers! And people! All attempts to be cool fly out the window as I go around asking people about things I probably ought to have known: who is that on the stage? what sort of smoke is that? is that your girlfriend over there with the other man? I am just about to ask where I can get a bottle of foul-smelling brew to blend in when I am pulled aside by-- "Oh, Melanie!" I beam at the familiar face. "What do you need to talk to me about? Is this about my father?" I still have not quite gotten over Mr. Waters' insults...
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Melanie Lin XP: 3 "No? I don't know, maybe." I yank him next to some oak near the edge of this 'concert'. I treat Emmet like I would treat a puppy, with enough force to get him where I want before he wanders off and does something stupid. The way he gives me that usual idiot grin doesn't help with that. "He's friends with some Ingo guy, right? Toy store owner?" My grip on his arm grows tighter. I know he knows about Wells, but I need to hear it from him.
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# ? Sep 28, 2013 13:05 |
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Bella Marsden XP: 1 By the time Denise shows up, I've mixed with the party well enough. I'm already on my third drink - whoever's taking care of these is doing a pretty stellar job, by the way - but I grab one for her and hand it to her when I get to her. She's brought that weird guy with her. Elliot, or something like that. No, that's not it...Emmet! Yeah, that's his name. Anyway, it's just another one of her secret plans, I guess. I vaguely know him but she's never mentioned they were friends. Just never came up. Maybe she's trying to set him up with somebody, I dunno. She likes playing Cupid a little bit too much. And besides, isn't he gay or something? I dunno if she'll have much luck with it tonight. Anyway, we chat and drink for a bit, but she's got that look in her eyes that she gets when she has one of her plans. I don't pay much heed to it. When's this gig gonna start, anyway? What I know about homunculi? Not a lot. It's a little above my paygrade. My mom says they're unreliable as hell though, and more trouble goes into creating them than they're worth, so she's never made or used one. Supposedly my grandmother was pretty fond of her collection, though - mom's told me stories about how the house would have any number of them at any given time, doing all kinds of things that grandma couldn't or couldn't be arsed to do. I never met them, of course; she died the year before I was born. But they seem pretty useful. Come back to me in a few years and I'll answer your question again.
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# ? Sep 28, 2013 19:56 |
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XP: 0, 1 Adv | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Terrified, Troubled Case | Location: Party! Melanie seems to look at my smile as though I had suddenly sprouted another head. I listen carefully to her question, then stop smiling. Half because she does not seem to like it, half because I am not entirely certain how to answer. "...Ingo and my father were friends once." I begin in a measured tone. "They had a falling out some time ago. Hmm...I actually just saw him on the way here. At least, I believe so. Denise drives rather quickly. Why do you ask about him?"
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# ? Sep 28, 2013 23:56 |
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Melanie Lin XP: 3 "Because he thought it was a great idea to follow me in the middle of nowhere so we can have a 'talk'." drat, this guy gets around. I feel gross just thinking about what I tell Emmet next. "I tried driving away with... a friend, but he knows my phone number too. Texts me about some stuff about some secret stuff he knows about you and Dabrowsky. And really, I don't care because my mother is going to dump your father in three months, at most. But he's trying to get to me because of you two. Why?"
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XP: 0, 1 Adv | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Terrified, Troubled Case | Location: Party! "He...what?" My face turns even more pale when Melanie mentions 'secret stuff'. I mostly ignore the comment about her mother rejecting my father--that concerns me much less than Mr. Wells right now. "Why would he try to go through you? His issue is with Dabrowsky and their old mutual friend...I think so, at least. Should he not take it up with my father?" I bite my lip and think more on her comments. "What he wants...has nothing to do with you. If he calls again..." I take a deep breath. "...tell him to stop being a coward."
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# ? Sep 29, 2013 05:13 |
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Melanie Lin XP: 3 -> 4 "You tell him that!" My fingers dig deep into his arm by now. I'm too upset to care. "I don't want to see him again! Get rid of him Emmet, or I swear..." Emmet can see Melanie's eyes clearly, betraying the fact that she's loving terrified of Wells. Shut Emmet Down: 2d6-1 6
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XP: 0, 1 Adv | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Terrified, Troubled Case | Location: Party! I recoil just a touch at Melanie squeezing my arm. "Ah, Melanie...!" I whimper as she...is she...why is she...yelling at me? I can see her eyes, and they seem to be wide open and...what is the word? Tearing? She is crying...Ingo must really frighten her... "Melanie...I..." I begin, shaking my head a bit. "Sorry, Melanie. I just...had a bad moment at school, I...the counselor said some bad things about Dr. Dabrowsky. I did not mean to insult you, forgive me." I stare at her eyes in thought. If we were siblings--Melanie's comment about her mother suggests not, but if we were... "Do you...do you want a hug?" Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at 03:00 on Oct 1, 2013 |
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XP: 4 | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Psychopath | Location: Hallways “Oh no, classmate designate Maybelle!” I exclaim with all the feigned horror I can muster. It’s not like there is anyone else around. But one can never be too careful in operations of stealth such as these. I rush my victim’s aid. And she’s just lying there, face down, and unmoving. Blood seeps from a nasty gash to her forehead where she hit the tile. Are these bodies really that fragile? A little fall is all it takes to incapacitate these humans? Pathetic. I turn her over, brushing the hair out of her face, and determine that she is still breathing, just unconscious. Excellent. That will just make things all the easier. I jam the sub-dermal extractor into her arm and the interior capsule quickly fills to capacity the necessary fluid. It’s quite painless, despite the small necrotized black mark it leaves behind. For all she will know, it was part of her injuries in the fall. And while she’s out, I might as well collect additional sample material. A small clipping of hair and a skin shaving might prove useful. Overachieving has a way of ingratiating oneself to their superiors after all. The process is complete with time to spare. I have folded up my jacket and placed is under the girl’s head. And eventually her eyes flutter open. “What...happened?” She groggily inquires. “You fell. Try not to move.” I reply with a lack of what human’s refer to as bedside manner. I then glance at the clock on my phone. How long am I obligated to sit with her? I’m quite done with this one.
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# ? Oct 1, 2013 06:02 |
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Guy, Maybelle looks like she'll be okay. At least as far as you can tell. It's not as though you care, right? The samples get tucked away into a pocket or crevice, and off you go, hmm? What is the cinema showing tonight? Headed there, or are you doing your cultural reconnaissance somewhere else for the weekend? What do you do? Bella, Denise engages you as Melanie peels Emmmet off. "You won't loving believe what you missed. You know who Mr. Waters is, works in admin or something at the school? Robot boy utterly squashed him in the halls. Something about his dad. It was pretty crazy. How's it going here at the party? Anybody giving my girl poo poo?" She punches her palm with a grin. She wouldn't really hit anybody though... right? She's gotten out of that phase; or at least she hasn't gotten into trouble lately... Tell us the story of how you met Denise (and her temper) again? Richard, you hear a police car roll by the party a few minutes after you pull off the road, but otherwise you seem to have ducked out of trouble for the time being. It's a good thing they didn't stop in at the party, as you're doing a horrible job of lying low. People notice you when you show up; girls giggle and give you appraising glance, guys offering you beers and glancing at their girlfriends as you walk by. It wasn't like this before. Tell us who at the party tries to pull you aside for a little conversation (you can use the NPC list or make up your own). Tell us how they would have or in fact did treat the old you in a similar setting. What do you do? Chloe, Ben turns around and stomps off into the party. loving useless jerk. When you take another look at the mic, you realize there's a way to get the thing to work, at least a temporary and ludicrously unsafe way... Smoke's billowing up your throat, not tobacco, something oily and poisonous. That's not your own idea, is it? No, it's the fucker with a grip around your lungs, isn't it? The dark power's offering you that String back, if you do something wildly unsafe and liable to electrocute somebody... What do you do? Emmet, Melanie goes stiff. It's not you or your offer, though. Her eyes are staring right through you, black and still as the night. Then somebody shoves you aside with a shout, grabbing Melanie by the shoulders and screaming at her, what the hell is going on, what do you do? Melanie, you see. The blonde boy whose name you can almost remember, throwing Emmet through the wall of an old abandoned building. Emmet bleeding from a dozen small cuts, blood far lighter than anybody's should be. The girl who tried to run you down (or has she yet?), watching from a nearby tree, sitting on a branch far too thin to support her weight, laughing at you as you try to warn Patrick... And then there's Mia, screaming about Chloe and poison and slapping you in the face and what the hell is even going on what do you do?
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# ? Oct 4, 2013 09:16 |
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Chloe Caraway; 3 XP; 0 Harm; 0 Dark Power Strings Oh, so that's how it is! He wants something. So he fucks up my smoking habit and gives me a loving headache? He could just say 'hey, I need a thing done.' It had always worked before! So no. "gently caress you, dude, I am not trying to fix a loving short with a loving metallic gum wrapper, that's just loving bullshit!" I mutter, starting to set the mic down. But the moment I say it, my headache intensifies to a skull splitting throb. I feel sick, like I'm going to keel over any minute. The foul taste in my throat is worse now; okay, I've gone and pissed him off. poo poo, I'm not going to be able to function like this. I don't want to even try. You know what? gently caress Ben. If he doesn't want to get his skinny rear end barbecued, he shouldn't bring faulty equipment with him. I just had to think about me here. Me and my problems. With shaky hands, I "fix" the mic. In such a way that it's pretty much a 50/50 chance of it either working or bursting into goddamn electrical flame. As I set it back down on top of the amp, relief is pretty much instant. The world snaps back into focus, the nausea fades, I stop trembling. My headache is nearly gone. I stand there, blinking for a second or two before I can really do anything else again. Well, I did the task -- I'm assuming he loses the string and she comes out of her brief stint of DS? If you want her to stay like that until something bad actually comes of it let me know, and I'll edit.
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# ? Oct 4, 2013 16:41 |
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Melanie Lin XP: 4 Maybe I could use a hug. But that thought gets pushed away when a metric ton of awful things flood into my mind. I grasp at the faces I still can't point out. I try to say his name. The wolf's name. It still doesn't come to me. And I can't do anything, because a second later my world comes down on me again with a slap to my face. Someone grabs me by the shoulder. "What the hell!?" I shove Mia back. I barely picked up what she was trying to tell me. "No, Chloe just drove me here so I can watch her play, what the hell do you care?" What's happening to me again? Mitama fucked around with this message at 14:57 on Oct 11, 2013 |
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XP: 0, 1 Adv | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Terrified, "M-Melanie?" My voice stutters as I look at her distant eyes. I remember hearing someone, Dr. Dabrowsky, perhaps, say that I used to do that all the time, when trying to talk to my Master. And now I see why; it is rather strange to see looking from the outside in. I wonder who she is trying to talk to? Then somebody intervenes between us and begins to--wait, what is she doing?! Melanie does not seem to like her either, and something inside me wants to scream...and it feels like the same thing that made me talk back to Mr. Waters. "Hey," I grab this interloper by her own shoulder, my voice suddenly dropping in tone and rising in volume. "You always push around people like this, you insensitive--" Time to Shut Down this other person, and tap into Emmet's new move and condition while I'm at it! Shut Down Mia (Cold, Troubled Case): 2d6+1 7 Lacking strings, I choose condition swapping again. Mia gets "insensitive bitch". "--insensitive bitch?!" Wait, that was not the word I had in my head! I wanted to say "insensitive hurtful girl"! Where did that come from?!
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# ? Oct 5, 2013 07:59 |
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Bella Marsden XP: 1 "Really?" I look back - and as I do, Emmet is chewing out some girl for barging in or something. Huh. Was he always like this? Can't realy remember... Still, pretty impressive, since he doesn't look like much. But still doesn't explain why's she so interested in him. "Are you getting in trouble again, Denise?" I raise my eyebrow. Sure, Denise is a model student and great cheerleader, but you know that saying 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?'. Yeah, that's her. She has a temper a mile high, and if you cross her so help you God you will not be able to hide. She's been taking some kind of martial arts classes as a way to vent aggression, but I don't think they've helped much; they've just given her more ways to kick someone's rear end. Well, being the new girl and all, people didn't trust me. I got stares, people hollering - well, you know, the usual. I guess at some point Denise either pitied me or hated enough, 'cause when some bullies cornered me in school she bursted in and raised hell. Got her like a week's worth of detention, but ever since she's been my best friend. I eventually grew into my own and made more friends, of course, as it goes, but she's always been there, and we keep an eye out for eachother. I've tried to help her with her temper, but without huge success. Still, as long as I entertain her, she's not much provoked by other people. "No trouble here. Some of Francis' cronies have been giving me looks, but they're not gonna do anything. C'mon, lets just have fun, alright?"
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# ? Oct 6, 2013 10:32 |
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XP: 4 | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Psychopath | Location: Hallways --> Home As soon as Maybelle is back on her feet, I assume my faux responsibilities here are done. She’s still complaining about some sort of vision impairment and a persistent ache in the cranial region. But loving humans, right? I don’t know how they work. Maybe with some open skull exploratory brain surgery I could possibly confirm her status and recommend a course of remedy. This would purely be for her benefit though. I would take absolutely no joy in it. *wink* But alas I have not the right equipment on hand so I bid the klutz a farewell. I depart from this educational training facility and head back “home” to our base of operations. It would not be my first choice of destination, but it’s my only choice at the moment. It’s not like I’m privy to the whole host of extracurricular social events occurring after school hours. That requires real friends and connections which I of course regrettably lack. They assured me that this bio-recombinated shell was engineered to make that social acquisition process easy, but there seems to be a design flaw that was overlooked. Anyways, I have to delivery this sample, so I best get to it. Our base is a simple unassuming one-story detached domicile consisting of two bedrooms and one of those restroom closet things. I walk through the front door and am immediately confronted with dueling mountains of packaged noodles and duct-tape. Sigh. Last week John discovered this distribution facility called CostCo. His completely amateurish report on the purchasing greater quantities of goods for a lower cost per unit earned him some stupid official commendation from his superiors. That rear end-monkey even printed out the certificate and pinned it to the refrigeration unit just to rub it all of our faces. I’m may still be a little bitter myself considering my treatise on the merits of Cool Ranch versus Cheddar Cheese Doritos was wholly overlooked by the committee. And now the only thing to consume in the entire house is ramen. I don’t know what the duct-tape is for, but it was on something called sale. Sneering at that dumb award once again, I open the refrigerated container, and place a little bit of Maybelle inside. So that’s done. Now what? I don’t see Mike or John around. So I look to my communication device for answers. Sadly there are no calls or messages from Emmet. And I have so many plans for him. But hey, I do have one new data entry, Jenny! Maybe we could arrange to compare those notes she requires? I dial the number and wait. I should not be nervous, but for some unexplained reason I am. What if she doesn’t answer? Or she says no? Or...? OOC: So does delivering the sample count as fulfilling Failing Dynasty mission thing?
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# ? Oct 9, 2013 06:10 |
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Harm: 1, XP 3 Laying low? gently caress that poo poo! He shook the god drat nazis off of his tail and that's all that matters right now. Richard's gotta make up for dealing with nearly being killed and having to deal with douchebags that tried to get him killed. It's time to party! Richard soaks up the party for all its worth. He takes and downs every beer he's handed, returns every appraising glance, struts around the place like he's king of the world. Hey, if you're gonna be in a party, might as well live it up, right? But oh look, someone wants to talk to him. Well what do you know, it's Robert Damon. This guy is the captain of the cheerleading squad, and probably the only dude who managed to survive being a dude in a cheerleading squad without getting horrible emotional scarring in the state. That's not to say there aren't those who would say he's gay, far from it. However, Robby, as he likes to be called, is still relatively influential in the petty kingdom of Moreau High School. Richard has had...less than a good relationship with Robby. Admittedly, Robby had little to do with Richard, but there was one time when he helped engineer a "prank" on Richard. Without going into too many details, it involved stolen notebooks, the girl's locker room, and a pair of high heels. The high heels were responsible for the first time Richard's nose got broken that month. Still, Robby was sort of the third wheel in the prank, generally only there to point and laugh at the end. Now, things were different. It's been a while, there's been time for others to forget about ol' skinny little wimpy Dick. Now Robby was beckoning Richard over, beer in hand and looking at him a lot like a lot of the girls have been looking at him since he walked in. Richard gives a wry little grin, and decides to take the opportunity to have some fun. Still, his ears manage to pick up an argument over yonder. It seems like it's Melanie (oh poo poo she's here?!), some friend of hers, and...is that Emmet? drat, seems like he's acting like he grew a pair. That tiny squeak of a turn in his voice at the end shows how terrible he is at the whole thing, but hey. That didn't matter now though. "Yo Robby! What's up?!"
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# ? Oct 13, 2013 06:03 |
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Chloe, Ben grabs the mic almost before it hits the amp. "Come on, my adoring fans await me." He goes up on the stage, probably to say something to the party. A second later he yells back down. "Never mind, we've got a moment, I think there's a fight going on." He grins, that adolescent excitement for the small everyday trainwrecks in his voice. "Take a look!" What do you do? Emmet, Mia yells something you don't understand in your direction and punches you in the face, stunning you and knocking you back into somebody else, spilling their drink all over them. Take the condition sucker-punched. Then she's back to yelling at Melanie, like you were just a momentary distraction. What do you do? Melanie, Mia acts as though Emmett ceased to exist the moment she hit him. "Chloe is loving poison! Don't you loving remember how it used to be? You remember what happened to (and her voice twists in your ears, disorientingly garbled)? Don't you remember when the town (and again, that destruction of meaning)?" She spots the blank look on your face, and she only gets angrier, yelling at the woods "loving... gently caress you, Janet! gently caress you for all of this!" She screams in frustration. "You'll see about Chloe. You'll find out what she did, what she is, what she will be. I can't deal with this, with you." She glares over at the stage, turns to leave, like she's expecting something. (or maybe more like she's fleeing ground zero.) What do you do? Richard, Robby nods at the open spot next to him on the ragged couch somebody dragged outside. "Hey, Richard, right? Come on, have a beer!" When you get closer he mock-whispers conspiratorially "You're going to need it before the band starts." He glances at the spot beside him again. What do you do? Guy, Jenny answers on the third ring. "Hello? Who is this?" What do you do? OOC: Yes, it counts. Also I know this prompt is short as heck, if you answer fast you'll get an extra prompt or two though to make it up. Bella, Denise starts to agree with you, but then she stops. "Oh poo poo, Emmet!" She darts past you. "Sorry be right back!" If you look around for somebody else to talk to, you might notice that demon-touched girl is sulking behind the stage. Or there's the cheerleading captain, he might be interested to learn that freaky autistic guy is thinking of joining the squad. Or maybe you want to do something else entirely? What do you do?
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# ? Oct 16, 2013 03:20 |
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XP: 5 | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Psychopath | Location: Home With each ring I take a deep breath in a futile effort to calm myself. And when it finally picks up, I am momentarily stunned with a loss for words. This has to be the right number. My data entry skills are wholly professional. “Hello!” I finally manage to blurt with overzealous enthusiasm. “This is Guy Smith. Is this classmate designate Jenny? I am available now to compare those notes you requested.” OOC: Cool. Taking Hypnotic for my advance to expand my alien mind control powers.
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# ? Oct 16, 2013 03:48 |
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XP: 4 -> 5 I feel a migraine coming, and double over with my hand over my forehead. I can't understand her. It's not in English or even Chinese, it just sounds like noise coming out of her mouth. No, no, gently caress, I can't take this anymore. Nothing's made sense ever since the last period. I need answers, and I'm not going to let my "best friend" get away with saying all that. "Look, if you had a thing with Chloe, I'm so loving sorry." I try to stand straight again, shouting back at Mia in Mandarin. "I don't know, the past year has been a blur in my head. But you seem to know a lot, why don't you tell me what's going on!?" Manipulate Mia: 2d6+1 9. Alright, what will it take to get proper, non-cryptic answers out of Mia? Also, I think I get an advance now? If so, seems appropriate to get Excuses Are My Armour. Mitama fucked around with this message at 04:06 on Oct 16, 2013 |
# ? Oct 16, 2013 03:57 |
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XP: 0+1, 1 Adv | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Terrified, Sucker-punched | Location: Party! Oh dear, Mia is not taking this well at-- Oh-OH! She suddenly punches me square in the forehead, and I go straight backwards into somebody else. My back suddenly feels rather wet as I turn around... "Oh my," I gasp. "Forgive me, Kyle, let me go and get some vengeance for you!" As Mia breaks off from Melanie, I pick up my feet and charge forwards. I have seen Richard attack someone before, and punching someone you do not care for is remarkably simple--simply roll up the sleeve, curl up the hand, extend the arm forwards vigorously--! I'm milking Emmet's new bad-boy status now! I needed to roll Volatile at some point anyways. Lash out Physically at Mia: 2d6+1 8 I say let her punch back for harm this time. Maybe it'll let Emmet's blood play into this scene. --success! Wait, now she is looking even more angry at me. Wait, she is retaliating! Did anybody do the same thing to Richard?! Okay...uh...dammit, what do I do nex-- *SMACK*
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# ? Oct 16, 2013 04:10 |
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XP: 1+1 | Harm: 0 | Conditions; Lying Bitch Wow, this party went tits-up in a flash. Isn't that just great. Holy poo poo, did Emmet just clock that girl? Wow, easy to see why he caught Denise's eye, I suppose. Birds of a -- wow, I guess the asian chick isn't anything to gently caress with, that was a nasty punch. But Denise will be on that in a moment. I have something else to do, because it looks like - yeah, they're talking about Chloe. And there she goes, looking at the commotion. gently caress, where is that lighter? I know I have it here in my purse somewhere... Look, there's something you should know about her, alright? There's something very, very wrong with Chloe Caraway. I've known it ever since I first met her. Something, something dark and powerful, has its gnarly, nasty claws deep in her. I can feel it. It's like - like a thick, dark smoke that creeps into the furthest corner of your nose and doesn't get out until she's far away. I don't know what's got the asian chick so riled up but the way she's talking about Chloe she must have a sense of the same thing. I need...there. Finally found the lighter that I nicked from her purse a while back. I didn't want to use it so soon, not until I knew more about the power that has its grasp on her, but if I don't do it now somebody might die. There! I somehow manage to sneak behind the bar stall while everybody's attention is on the fight. I move out a little further, just in case; I don't want anybody to see anything they shouldn't. Casting a spell is pretty easy when you have a focus, like the lighter. You put it in a circle. Doesn't matter where, as long as it's unbroken. Draw a few spell-dependent sigils in the circle; in this case, a moon to the north end, a triquetra to the south, saturn to the east and mercury to the west. And then you cast. Better keep my volume down, though, just in case, so I cast as a whisper, holding my hand out in front of me in the traditional symbol to ward off evil. I'm not sure that does anything, but I don't want that thing that has a hold of Chloe turning its gaze at me. "Oh Spirits of the Air, whose judgement is swift and certain, I call upon your aid. Oh Luna, whose gaze is everlasting, I call upon your aid. Mother, Maiden, Crone, whose infinite wisdom guide me, I call upon your aid. Let no harm befall those who cross Chloe Caraway's path, let her wrath be misdirected, let her rage find no target. I call upon your aid to bind her strength, so that none will die this night. Hear my plea, carry out my task." Sounds like a prayer, I know. But casting magic is a lot like prayer, really. It's not like I'm Gandalf and can swing my big stick whenever I feel like it. There are greater powers in this world that I call upon for magic, and in return, on certain days and times, we sacrifice things to them to honor their help. Looks like they've decided to help me, too. A soft breeze whisks past me and the lighter disintegrates before my eyes. I wait a few moments, and then erase the scribblings that I made in the dirt with my foot. Time to see what the situation's turning out to be. Hexing Chloe while expending her lighter for 2d6+2=11. Inflicting Binding on her so she can't hurt anyone - voluntarily or otherwise. Wahad fucked around with this message at 20:10 on Oct 16, 2013 |
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Chloe Caraway; 3 XP; 0 Harm; 0 Dark Power Strings I look up, freshly lit (and thank god, fully functional!) cigarette already dangling from my mouth. A fight? Why the gently caress does he sound so excited for a fight? With a bit of a sinking feeling, I climb up onto the stage. He’s grinning like an rear end in a top hat, and when I follow his outstretched hand, I see why. Mia-loving-Chang hitting Melanie and babbling in rapid Chinese. God. Dammit. If there were any doubt that Ben knows about me and Melanie, it’s gone now. A weird shudder goes up and down my spine -- I attribute that to dismay. “Oh for gently caress’s sake!” I say, jumping down off the stage. I have no idea what happened between me and Mia to have made her act so loving psychotic lately, but from the way she has apparently shown up to start fighting over me, I can take a wild loving guess. Typical -- the year where I was apparently having sex with multiple hot Asian chicks is the one I have magically forgotten. I start shoving my way through the crowd, without a lot of regard for anyone between me and the fight. poo poo, is that Emmet I hear? What the gently caress is Robot-Boy doing getting involved? As I have very little confidence in his ability to do anything but make the poo poo hit the fan even more, I increase my speed. I barely even notice when I slam into that Robby guy’s side, sending the content’s of his red solocup sailing straight into Richard’s face. I notice Richard, though, because he is right in my way. I put a hand on his chest and shove him aside hard. “Out of my loving way, Whiskey-Dick!” I say, invoking a nickname earned from an event he probably doesn’t like being reminded of. Most people make a point of not using it to his face, but I don’t really give a poo poo at the moment. I’m not even really looking at him as I barge past. AlanWhats: I will spend the string I have on Richard to give you an experience point if you pick a fight over this. I mean, she’s into chicks or something, so hitting Chloe isn’t the same as hitting a real girl anyway[/shitbag logic] Gazetteer fucked around with this message at 19:01 on Oct 16, 2013 |
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Guy, Jenny pauses for a moment. "Oh! Um, hi Guy! Uh... do you know where the trailer park is?" She doesn't bother giving you a chance to reply, instead launching into a set of directions. Without pausing to take a breath, she concludes "I'll be ready in a half hour, see you then!" Click. She's hung up. You've got a little extra time before you must set out. Your phone beeps before you manage to slide it into your pocket. It's Mike. New orders, concerning the humanoid mechanism "Emmet". Ascertain its combat abilities thoroughly. Find out why it is integrated into human society. Deadline is in three days. What do you do?
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# ? Apr 17, 2024 19:26 |
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Harm: 1 XP: 5 Richard was honestly about to relax and sit down; he had a red solo cup full of beer and the opening was right there. "Sheesh, I know man. But hey, anything's better than getting run over by white trash assholes brah. Fuckin' fascists ma-" Suddenly BOOM, beer to the face and red hair all up in his grill! Oh...oh buddy she done hosed up. Yep, given the sudden snort of the smell of nicotine and the raspy, angry tone, that's definitely Chloe. And yes, she definitely just called him Whiskey-Dick. See, he got that name because he managed to have a few drinks and there was this one girl...well, let's just say there's a good reason not to bring it up around him. Even more so now that he is on the equivalent of supernatural steroids. With the culmination of all the little disrespectful poo poo that was directed at him just now, Richard suddenly springs forward. Just before Chloe can get out of Richard's reach, he steps forward and swings around with a stiff right hook. Richard starts growling uncontrollably as he lands the punch directly into Chloe's Solar Plexus. "Make me," Richard growls, "you smokestack bit-" Right then his nostrils sharply take in breath. His senses start to go off, synapses firing as his brain goes wild. Among the nicotine and ashes are the smells of...another human. Melanie's perfume, her sweat, all mixed in a cocktail that sends a very...personal message. Suddenly his face starts to twist as it dawns on him what this implies. He feels hot and numb, envy and rage all bubbling up inside of him. He feels desecrated and disrespected as his mind starts to throb with primal thoughts of territory and intruders. Suddenly It appeared before him, coming over him like a wave as he felt his muscles ripple. The Beast had come, and he could not stop it. Richard suddenly stepped back and clutched at his chest for the briefest of moments. As he stands there, his face becomes feral and canine, his fingers long and twisted, and his body hairy and unnaturally muscular. He was becoming a monster before their very eyes. Lash Out Physically: 2d6+2 7 SO taking that xp, and gaining another string on Chloe as I punch her. Taking becoming Darkest Self. LET'S DO THIS poo poo! Also, not sure, taking Unstable as my Advance. Does that mean I get an XP for going Darkest Self this time, or does this not count?
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# ? Oct 17, 2013 01:51 |