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 Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 +1 | Conditions: Blind to Facts, Blamed A door light explodes next to me and I jump nearly two feet of the ground. "Motherfuck!" I search around the car frantically, feeling a massive sense of unease lingering around me. It's like, something's looking at me, stalking me, in a way where I can't hide myself from. Even sexy, serious Matthius must feel it, as he makes his way for the door faster than you could say "failed your Will save". The hell is going on? Things start to rattle nearby. I can almost feel the invisible hands shuffle through my dice bag, the junk next to my feet, the very atmosphere of the subway car itself. You know, you don't need an encounter table to see where the signs lead here. It's a ghost, right? "Bryn! Brynnnn!" I swing around and call her in the midst of the ratting and punching and shouting. "You know any turn undead spells in real life?" Yeah, we all know that ghosts have the bonus to turn resistance, but Bryn's my cleric and that's my most immediate option right now. Oh hell, I know I ran a haunted tomb encounter just a few months ago, I should know how to deal with this... Gaze into the Abyss: 5+2 = 7. I want the visions to be clear but leave me Drained.
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Bryn "How the gently caress is it any of your business? gently caress off, nosy bitch!" If Brayden meant to continue, or to attack Cassius again, he doesn't get the chance. Because in very short order, he and anyone else who the misfortune to be standing up without the benefit of a hand hold is sent sprawling. Everyone in the subway car: An alarm begins blaring all at once, and with a loud hiss of air breaks the train comes to an alarmingly fast stop. The remaining lights overhead flicker ominously, perhaps more from poorly maintained wiring than from ghostly haunting. Matthius Well, you made a scene! How do you escape the train, and where do you go now? Merrill As you fall, your dice bag spills out onto the floor. As you recover from the jarring impact, you see that several D20s have landed on the floor in front of you, in such a way that your mind instantly leaps to the corresponding table results: Merrill's Weird Homebrew Tables posted:Encounter... single enemy... ghost... vulnerable to diplomacy
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Looks like I actually missed a couple people here! Sorry, fixing that now: Cassius Brayden staggers to his feet, growling. "You know," he says, "there's a reason nobody likes you." His friends are getting to their feet as well. They're not holding you down anymore, but they are still more or less surrounding you. The alarm from the emergency break is still blaring in the background. "You are just too stupid to know when to quit, aren't you?" he demands. Ignoring Bryn, he and his friends look ready to pounce again. Brayden is still acting at an advantage, because of your "ostracized" condition. He gives you the condition "too stupid to live." Tara Aster looks a bit taken aback. She's probably head and shoulders taller than you are, and built like a tank. But there's something about your words, or possibly just your manner that gets to her. "... Like you'd be getting all offended if one of us were a guy," she mutters. "loving backwoods homophobe hick." She shoots one last look at Maria -- definitely still hurt and angry -- then starts to storm off, leaving Maria's car still shrilling loudly. Maria also makes no move to shut the thing up, still clutching at that scarf around her neck and looking between you and the retreating Aster, eyes wide. Take the "homophobe hick" condition. Do you let her leave?
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Hot 0 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 | Adv 1 | Delusional / Darkest Self Last year, about a month before I moved out here, I was at a party. Sort of my going-away party but not really, mostly just a thing with Vanessa and C-Dub and Big Nate and everybody. About halfway through Chanel's brother shows up with an eighth of Afghan kush and asks if I wanna hit that, and I'm like gently caress yeah I do so we blaze up and life is good for about five minutes until I find out that poo poo had angel dust in it the hard way, by which I mean I can hear my fuckin heartbeat going about three thousand times a second. I'm absolutely pouring sweat, which is weird because I feel so cold I'm shivering, everything's going at about half the speed I know it should be going, and the music's speeding up and slowing down just at random. I remember Vanessa coming up to me and asking why I was sucking down huge gulps of air and I went "THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I'VE EVER KNOWN HOW TO BREATHE" and scared the poo poo out of her. From what she said the next day, she stuck around and held my hand until I passed out cause I kept saying I was going to die if she left me. I'm telling you this because that's more or less how I feel right now, except worse. I dunno what the gently caress just happened, but suddenly I don't even feel safe in the tunnels anymore. There's something under the station. Under the town, maybe. I don't know. All I can figure out is I...reached out and touched it for a second, I guess, and it felt like I melted from the inside out. I don't even know how this situation can possibly get more hosed - is this just a ghost thing, or is it something bigger? ...I gotta ask Matthius. He knows. He said he could tell me all about this kinda thing, before...well, before I flipped out. poo poo. Probably spooked him. Okay, I have to go and say I'm sorry, then ask him about it. He's kind of an rear end but if he can help me, well, he can be as much of an rear end if he wants. I can't talk either, though. God dammit, how can I ask for help if I can't communicate... Ugh, I'll figure something out. I'm already zipping through the tunnels, back towards the subway car and, much more importantly, the surface. Once I get up there I'll see if I can come up with a way to find him.
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Sep 10, 2014 04:52
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Hot -1 | Cold -1 | Volatile +1 | Dark +2 Harm 3/4 | XP 0/5 | Conditions: I don't need this right now! Human bodies are stupid anyways! All fleshy and limited and...agh! Brayden is better off this way! My neck turns towards the speaking boy and my eyes narrow. "This?" My voice says, a harsh, raspy whisper. I'm starting to feel like myself again--I'm pretty sure that's how I'm supposed to sound. "This was an accident. I wanted to teach him a lesson for Ashley's sake. Imagine what I could do to you when I attack you on purpose." So, yeah, that's a blatant threat. My body turns to face my accuser. I can see her teeth clearly as she speaks. My, doesn't she have a lot of them... "You're almost right," I feel myself smirk. "No, I didn't kill Claire. I didn't know Claire. If she'd gotten in my way, maybe I would have killed her. Just like I killed Brayden." This head lolls to the side, perhaps a bit further than it should. "Just like I might kill you. You're only human, after all." And I am much more than that. I clench my fist tighter to make that clear. Gonna try to Shut Down Merrill here. Come on, high roll! [22:48:51] <Davin_Valkri> !r 2d6-1 [22:48:52] <Krysmbot> Davin_Valkri, 8-1 = 7 Place the condition "Only Human" on Merrill.
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Sep 10, 2014 06:49
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Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Exp 1/5 | Conditions: Blind to Facts, Blamed, Drained, Only Human Not where it counts, you conceited rear end in a top hat. And you're not human, either. You want this, Wingate? You want to tangle? Roll for initiative. "Are you all idiots?" I shout at Brayden's friends and whoever else left at the car. "Run to the loving front of the train and get help! He's a serial killer!" I need witnesses for everything he just said. And I need room to grow scales. Cass can have Murderer, provided Brayden's guys will escape to tell about this condition. Mitama fucked around with this message at 00:09 on Sep 14, 2014 |
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Sep 10, 2014 07:03
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-whoops, misunderstanding the setup, edited out-
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Sep 10, 2014 23:54
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Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 | Blamed, Nosy Bitch Harm 0/4 | Exp 3/5 (+1) I hear the threat coming out of Cass' mouth, and my eyes narrow. My fists clench. All I see now is someone who has no idea who they are messing with, no matter what kind of monster he is. All I see is some -thing- talking about murdering people like it was just something that happened. Talking about Merrill like that. The whole thing was too much, someone had to put a stop to this before it got too far. No matter how hurt this boy looks, I need to set him straight. "You know -nothing-!" In a moment that would make my uncle proud, I step up to the boy, pulling my fist far back before throwing a punch that was all emotion, all anger towards the creepy boy's head. Lash Out Physically, using Murderer for a +1. [19:09] <thelazyblank> !r 2d6+2 [19:09] <Krysmbot> thelazyblank, 12+2 = 14 Gain 1 String on Cass for the 10+ pick.
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Sep 11, 2014 03:21
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Hot 1 | Cold -1 | Volatile 1 | Dark 0 | Homophobe Hick Harm 0/4 | Exp 1/5 "I hope you don't mind my asking, but if things were going so well, what happened?" I ask, hastily appending a vague appraisal of my own day to make my question seem like less of an interrogation, "though at least if it was good up until now, you're still doing better than me. Today's kinda been crap right from the start."
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Sep 11, 2014 03:26
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Hot -1 | Cold -1 | Volatile +1 | Dark +2 Harm 4/4 | XP 0/5 | Conditions: Is this some grand cosmic joke?! With my perceptive abilities I couldn't see this coming?! And I had her pinned as a murderer already! That bit-- --ah--and there goes the bone-- --some grand cosmic joke. At least...this body...will trouble me no longer...let it rot. Me with it. I no longer care. Welp! Cass is down! I'd like to go Darkest Self in a scene or two. I have an idea just how to do it, Gaz.
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Sep 11, 2014 03:59
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Hot 0 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 | Adv 1 | Delusional / Darkest Self So about halfway up, I have to pass back through the subway car. Which I hop into, just in time to see that. Covering her tracks, I guess. Probably shouldn't be surprised. I can't really focus. It feels like my head's splitting open after...whatever that was down there. Still, this whole thing is pretty unmistakable. That's some fuckin corpse delecti or whatever they call it, right there. If they could see me, they'd probably be after me next. Should've gigged Merrill when I had the chance. ...My head is killing me. Ugh. What was that?
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Sep 11, 2014 04:39
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Hot +2 | Cold +2 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 XP: 1 | Adv: 1 | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Blamed | Location: Helios Samuel’s presence here gives me pause and I freeze dead in my tracks. I don’t understand. Why is he here? I had shared a most personal moment with him. I had come back for looking for him with such high hopes. I was led to believe he had decided that this just wasn’t for him. But I see now that’s an obvious lie. Perhaps I wasn’t good enough for him? No, why would you suggest such a silly notion. That’s...that’s not possible. Excuse me. I don’t normally find myself in this sort of situation. There is a flood of conflicting emotions at the moment, betrayal, hurt, and desire, that I’m not entirely sure how to deal with all of them at once. You must give me a moment to regain my composure. I clench and unclench my fist. I remove, clean, and adjust my glasses. I then steel myself and stride on over with some, if not all, of my usual bravado. “So this is where you are working these days?” I remark with a hint of dry disdain. “If your goal was to disappoint me, then you’ve more than succeeded.”
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Sep 11, 2014 05:48
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Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Exp 1/5 | Conditions: Blind to Facts, Blamed, Drained, Only Human "Holy fucktits." I would blink in surprise, except that dragons don't blink. At all. The surprise doesn't come from Cass though, the fucker deserves everything after what he just did and said. But... "Didn't think you'd go that far, Bryn." I look at the corpse that now rests next to Brayden's. I leave the unspoken implication that I would have done it in her place. "gently caress... what now?" Mitama fucked around with this message at 00:09 on Sep 14, 2014 |
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Sep 11, 2014 07:50
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Cassius Well, gently caress. You're dead! Are you staying that way? Stay dead, become your Darkest Self, or lose all strings on everyone. What happens next? Matthius Samuel practically jumps out of his skin. Seeing you, he seems to panic a litte before seeing you. "I... needed the money," he says. "The donut shop... doesn't pay enough." Over his shoulder, you catch sight of none other than Oh'Shae himself -- the hotel owner had apparently been about to disappear into a back office, but when he catched sight of you, he freezes for a moment and his gaze narrows slightly. What does he look like? Tara "Oh, that's too bad," Maria says. It seems like she's being more polite than genuinely interested. She's eager enough to tell you all about her problems, though. "Someone told her that they saw me go off with Matthius at lunch," she said. "And she's like, waaaay overreacting."
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Sep 13, 2014 12:39
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Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 | Blamed, Nosy Bitch Harm 0/4 | Exp 3/5 (+1) I stop, staring awkwardly at the dead body that was Cass. I really would prefer not walking away from this, but this wasn't a situation one explains to the cops. His body looks human, despite his numerous words to the contrary. I can't stand here and explain what's going on to anyone. I look over towards Merrill, then quickly towards Emily. "I think we need to leave. Hopefully, before the police come here and see all this. I don't even want to deal with trying to explain what just happened. If they ask, we need to find a better answer than the supernatural." With that, and the doors being relatively easy to open, I make my way out into the tunnel, distracted by the events from before.
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Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Exp 1/5 | Conditions: Blind to Facts, Blamed, Drained, Only Human "He's not human!" I say, taking in everything so far. "I read about this, you know. Wasn't sure before, but the way he was talking, he probably had some sorta extraplannar entity in his head?" That asks the question, is it fiendish possession? A Quori outsider? A magic jar? I need more research. "Look, he killed Brayden." I continue, following her and Emily out of here. "He said he woulda killed Claire and the rest of us if he wanted to. Far as anyone has to know, he got what he deserved."
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Sep 14, 2014 00:10
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Hot +2 | Cold +2 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 XP: 1 | Adv: 1 | Harm: 0 | Conditions: Blamed | Location: Helios Well this is what I do know about O’Shea, all of it second hand. Brother did have the common courtesy to fill me in on some of the man’s lengthy past. I was told he that he’s roughly a century and three quarters old, older than me anyhow, so I was expressly bid to defer to him out of respect. Before he was turned, he was quite active in the city of New York’s divided and faction laden political scene. He was something of a rising power in Tammany Hall, riding a wave of Irish immigration at that time right past his bickering rivals. In order to outlive his opponents and cement his rule for possibly centuries to come, he sought out a means to eternal life. When his enemies had discovered what he had become, they unexpectedly banded together to cut off the head of this snake. It is said William M. Tweed himself had put two silver bullets into the man’s chest, bound the body in chains inside a steel box, and sent him to the bottom of a remote upstate lake. They did not know how to properly kill a vampire at the time, but they surely tried their best. O’Shea obviously recovered from that first stumble somehow and later fled to Arkham. He swiftly and uncannily rebuilt a burgeoning sphere of influence in this new city with no resources, contacts, or other means to his name. Who knows what sort of terrible bargains he struck to grasp at power once again. However, his old rivals in New York did not intend to let him stand. When they came for him again, O’Shea was strong enough to expel them from Arkham, thus demarcating his new kingdom. And he’s been here ever since, tending to his political machinery, acquiring wealth, and looking out for his own kind. Brother, perhaps wisely, holds that O’Shea has ulterior motives beyond simple greed and vanity. But repeats, often, it is none of our business. O’Shea himself is a heavier set man of naturally pale complexion who by human standards appears to be in his late 40’s or early 50s. He’s even slower than me to update his sense of fashion and is bedecked in pin-stripe pants and matching vest. His white collared shirt is rolled up and tied off at the elbows, and he always wears one of those old fashioned driving caps, that kind that’s now back in vogue it seems (I do quite fancy them). He’s the spitting image of Dick Tracy villain minus any obvious gimmick. What? I’ve read a comic or two in my years. But why are you so interested in O’Shea? It is Samuel and his plight that should command our attention here. Money can cause people to do the strangest of things, like in this instance, turn away from your treasured friend. Are my generous attentions not worth something to him? I refuse to believe so. I’m also willing to forgive such a transgression depending on his answer here. “My dear Samuel, we all have our needs.” I clasp his hand like I did that night, tenderly massaging his palm, and I stare in his eyes with a glint of deep longing hunger. “Don’t you want to see to mine? Don’t you want to be needed?” Turn Them On: 2d6+2 6 Oh boy!
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Hot 0 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 1 Harm 0/4 | Exp 0/5 | Adv 1 | Delusional / Darkest Self It only takes a few seconds to find out two things. One, Matthius isn't in the car anymore because of fuckin course he isn't, nothing is easy. This sucks because hell if I know where to find him normally. Two, holy poo poo Brayden Riley's over here and he's dead too, somebody snapped his neck or something. So at first I'm like 'gently caress me, Bryn's wiping out everybody' and then as they're leaving, I hear Merrill say the craziest thing yet. Cass killed Brayden? What the hell? I sit down for a minute to think. Okay. So, assuming I believe Merrill (which, I mean, why wouldn't I, there was nobody here to lie to, as far as she knew), Cass knocks off Brayden because...I dunno. Reasons. He does it, is the point. So then Bryn...gets revenge, I guess? Tries to stop him? The point is, Cass shot first. It wasn't what I thought it was. Neither of them are ghosts now. Obviously it takes more to become a ghost than just being murdered in the subway, which means there was something going on when it happened to me that wasn't going on with either of them here--holy poo poo what if that means Bryn didn't kill me. Because if it was something she's been doing, it would've happened to Cass, right? And it didn't. If...maybe I've been chasing the wrong person this whole time... I feel completely lost, and that's on top of my skin being all woobly and my stomach churning like I'm gonna throw up. What do I do now?
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Hmm...I think I'm going to go Darkest Self. What time do you want me to come back in? End of everyone else's scene or something else?
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Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 | Blamed, Nosy Bitch Harm 0/4 | Exp 3/5 I nod quietly, but I would prefer not talking about the situation. What Merrill said is true, but what if he was just a stupid kid trying to feel better about himself? I'd prefer to get the answers from a book, or perhaps from someone else who knew. "It doesn't matter right now. Let's get someplace where we can look up was he was, and what those other creatures are. I'd like to think what I did was the right thing, but given how easy he fell, something doesn't feel quite right." With Emily gone, however, this looks like it may be even more trouble coming up. I would say suspicious, but I don't have time to do much but worry about her safety. The sooner I start, the sooner I could make this trouble go away. The Lore Bear fucked around with this message at 21:36 on Sep 14, 2014 |
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