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Murphy lets you in, holding onto your weapons, and stands outside the door. You step in and see an office in disarray. Copperstone is sitting in a chair, glaring at a small bookworm encased in glass. You notice the red defensive screen doesn't seem to be installed in this area, and sit down when offered a seat. "Ah Miss Reynolds. Here to fulfil your part of the bargain?" She reaches into her deks and pulls out a small briefcase, and pats its chrome exterior. "I've certainly fulfilled my part." You narrow your eyes and take a split second to send your senses over to the brief case. It's the book, the actual bloody songbook of he-who-sings. Copperstone lifts her eyes and smiles. "Do we have a deal, give me the book and I'll tell you where He-Who-Sings songbook is." What do you do? Tricky posted:
Ivy looks at you, looks at her werewolf crew and then sighs. "Yeah, yeah for you I can make this work. It's gonna cost me though, I'm not exactly friends with some of these guys." Your cellphone goes off and Reggie provides an address, somewhere near the suburbs of Abbotsford. A quick 25-minute drive and you are there, Ivy kissing you goodbye. You walk around, texting Reggie, and soon the overweight, middle-aged wizard is beside you, panting due to the effort of jogging. "He's, he's over there. Just behind the bar a few blocks in the back alley." As you walk over there Nick ghosts forward, scouting, and returns back a few minutes later. "Bad news, Shin-Hye. We got a few hostiles. Looks like a wizard and some kind of.. devil.. thing... Talking over the corpse and being quite angry. Haven't gotten to knocking heads yet though" What do you do MC posted:Ivy is going to ask for a debt (or you fulfill one) in order for her to arrange the meeting! paradoxGentleman posted:Dalir Boulos As the people mill away, leaving the area, one woman walks up to you and you recognize her immediately. It's Karen, one of your student. "Pest Control? Sir...? What's really going on here?" Karen looks at you, her eyes full of concern but her back straight. She starts pulling out small, mundane items that can aid in magical defences. A piece of chalk, salt. As she gets ready to defend herself she looks up at. "Ready to put some of the training to practical use sir!" Please hold for demonic invasion Green Bean posted:
The Arby's restaurant shakes, and then the ground erupts. Bricks and mortar fall everywhere as a giant birdlike creature, easily the size of 2 horses, smashes through the Arbys. At it's side are two wolves made out of shadow and they look hungrily at Anna. And worse, something makes your heart fall into your stomach, you hear Robbie's ghostly wail singing, singing about grabbing Anna. MC posted:
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Mordcai looks at you, at your crew and then points at a small puddle of blood. "Allright, you want to deal. We can deal. Stand by wizards!" The wizards next to the sherrif lower their wands. Motioning towards a small bench Mordecai sits and whispers to you. "Right, so you want to get in the middle of wizard business? Cutter there has been dealing with illegal magical artefacts, the one that is in the black van right now. The council is VERY interested in how he got that artefact. They either want Cutter, or they want the artifact." Mordecai lets out a sigh and continues. "So, if you want the mojo, then you have to give the wizards Cutter. Or give them yourself and explain how this "artifact" got into your territory." He stops and looks at you, an odd look of concern over his face. "You doing allright, what the hell happened to you?" What do you do? MC posted:Deal altered, Either provide Cutter, or provide yourself and answer to the wizard council. Exmond fucked around with this message at 05:13 on Mar 12, 2018 |
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 Blood -1, Heart 1, Mind 1, Spirit 2 | Mortality 1, Night 0, Power 1, Wild 0 Harm 0 00 00 | Corruption 00000 | Location: At Copperstone's I take the offered seat, putting the locked up book in my own lap. "Before we do anything, I have some questions. I want to know, first of all, what the hell tried to break through my wards when I was doing this? Because it was clearly faerie, which means whatever I broke is going to make waves. Given that we took a long trip here, I wouldn't be surprised if they know that I'm here. Or at the very least, this is here. What do they want? I know you don't want to destroy anything, because that sort of ruins your rackets, but since you've got this and the songbook, I'm a little worried that you're trying to do something a little off the rails. Given that there's a dead drug dealer attached to all this, something bigger is going on." I shake my head, trying not to let the worry and anger at this whole situation. "Obviously, I showed up, so I'm still willing to deal, but I want to hear the reason. I want to hear it from your mouth. The truth. You give me that, I give you your drat book, and you do whatever you do." OOC posted:Persuade an NPC.
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 Blood: 0 Heart: -1 Mind: +1 Spirit: +3| Mortality -1, Night 0, Power 2, Wild 1 Harm 0/5 | Corruption 2/5 | Location: At the Bar Olivia steadied herself on the ordering counter as the creatures smashed their way through the wall. Dalir seemed to know what he was doing with whatever the singing creature was, but she had to keep the wolves off of him (and his lady friend) somehow. As Olivia had ducked inside the Arbys, she looked towards the side wall, where she had foreseen the attack would come from - the bird monster...and shadow wolves? That would be a problem. She told Anna to hide in the back, and quickly went to the kitchen... She was frightened, and a little heartsick hearing Robbie's voice singing; it was an odd feeling, being betrayed but knowing that really, objectively you deserved it. She had a handful of salt in her pocket, but she couldn't even see Robbie, and she didn't have time to check her cards for him right now. Shadows could look like pretty much anything, so if they looked like wolves, it had to mean something, right? They'd act like pack predators, which meant isolating and bringing down the weak link with pack tactics. Well, she hoped that was right; her vision got a little sketchy around the time the wall blew in, but that "The Nature of Things" episode on timberwolves she'd seen as a teenager had seemed pretty authoritative, and most magic had some sort of internal logic... Olivia glanced at the wolves who immediately started padding towards her. She glanced back and forth between them as they split up, one holding her attention up front as the other stalked around towards her side. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep them both in her line of sight, so she slowly, shakily backed away. Olivia tore through the dirty Arbys kitchen, looking for an advantage. She stuck a knife in her purse, but knew that wouldn't be enough by itself. She looked around, and spotted... As she glanced back and forth, Olivia saw that both shadow wolves were now advancing on her - slowly, carefully. She'd literally backed herself up against a wall, so now they were taking their time to make sure all of her exits were cut off. As one wolf got a little too close, Olivia pulled out a lighter and flicked it on! She saw the creature shy away for a moment, but the heat and light of the tiny flame was too insignificant to repel the shadows. But Olivia waited, cagily looking back and forth between the wolves, waving the lighter back and forth ineffectually as they drew in. Olivia's face lit up as she pulled open the grease trap and the sour smell of rotting oil hit her nose. She grabbed a nearby bucket and scooped up a hunk of semicongealed lard, and then dumped it on the floor before smeared it around the floor with a nearby broom. She quickly covered the floor around her, leaving only a narrow channel for her to walk on, and a small island of ungreased floor behind the counter for her to stand in. This was a profoundly poor plan that could go wrong in a million different ways, but she didn't have time for anything else! The wolves got close enough for Olivia to feel their breath on her arms (if they even had breath!). She muttered a little agnostic's prayer she dropped the lighter, setting the grease ablaze! Green Bean - Today at 10:20 PM I assume there's some sort of roll involved in this, so I'll just roll straight, and we can figure out what stat to add to it later /r 2d6 SidekickBOT - Today at 10:59 PM @Green Bean: 2d6 = (5+4) = 9 Upon discussion, that's Unleashing an Attack, which is +0 for Blood, +1 for Foretellings, making it a 10 total. I will choose to Inflict Terrible Harm, because they don't have anything I want to take. Green Bean fucked around with this message at 17:03 on Mar 18, 2018 |
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Dalir Boulos Blood: 0 | Heart 1 | Mind 1 | Spirit 0 || Mortality: 1 |Night: 0 | Power: 0 | Harm: Dalir nods, smiling gratefully. What a stroke of luck! "Thank you, Karen. Let me borrow some of that salt (it's blessed, right? Of course it is, good girl), I'm going to need it. Don't do anything rash, okay? Remember our lessons: mantain control, and if you lose it, get away." Then, salt well visible in my hand, and advance slowly and clearly towards the ghost kid. Can't have him supporting an already dangerous demon. "Spirit! What I hold in my hand is blessed salt! If you don't stop singing and leave immediately, I'm going to bind you here and shoot a hole into your anima!" He cocks his gun in the other hand. "I don't want to hurt a kid, but I will if you force my hand!" quote:Got a 10 in my Persuade roll to convice this kid to retreat. paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 17:53 on Mar 18, 2018 |
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Dalir and Olivia Robbie glares at Dalir, takes a step forward and then backs off as Dalir raises the salt bag. He looks angrily at Anna and outstretches his hand towards her. "He-Who-Sings will offer us EVERYTHING. All he needs is your voice!" Before Anna can respond, the floor lights on fire. Olivia yells and ducks as a wolf lunges at her, and kicks it into the fire. The wolf lets out a howl before the flames lick at its skin, lighting it aflame. The other wolf looks confused, and the fire rolls over it's body. Fre warps, whisps across the floor, forming a rose on the ground before grasping at the rotten drapes of the Arby's. In a few moments the whole place is on fire, the exits blocked by roaring flames and the area filling with smoke. Robbie takes a step towards Anna, trying to grab her, but Dalir glares at him. He takes one look at Anna, one look at the bag of salt Dalir has in his hands. Letting out a howl of rage, Robbie dissipates into thin air. Dalir lets out a breath of relief and then starts to cough as smoke fill his lungs. The wall next to him explodes as the bird like creature smashes through, flinging Dalir into the kitchen. Olivia rushes to his side, helping him up. From the smoke of the fire, two wolves, quite on fire and quite angry, encircle the two. Snarling, they distract the two as the bird creature smashes into Olivia, pinning her into the ground. It lets out a large squawk it raises one large clawed finger and shoves it into Olivia's mouth. As it clutches something Olivia lets out a scream, that is suddenly stopped as it pulls and wrenches at her voice. Anna manifests behind Olivia and grabs her hand, trying to pull her away from the bird-like creature. What do you do? MC posted:
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Mordecai pauses and then nods, his eyes giving nothing away. He says nothing and walks up to the wizards and a tense discussion starts up. Mordecai punches the sherrif, who staggers back but remains standing. Wizards raise their wands, security guards raise their..batons. The wizard sherrif walks up to Mordecai and cuffs him across the jaw. Mordecai recovers and stares down the wizards. A few seconds later the wizards pack up and leave, without the giant crystal. Cutter runs over to his crystal, ranting and raving about mojo, and is allready in his lab preparing the necessary healing spells. Mordecai comes up to you, rubbing his jaw. "Business is done. Clean up, get healed. Your interrogation will be before the wizard council. I'll arrange a few people to pick you up and escort you to the meeting, alone. It will be in a few days" He stares at you with cold, uncaring eyes. If that wasn't enough to shock you the next part definetly does. "Now that business is done, you got a time for a little pleasure. Coffee?" What do you do? MC posted:Your crew will get healed by Cutter, though they will be a bit sore now. Jackie, heal 3 damage, Cutter may be a bit.. odd, but he gets the job done! Tricky posted:
You suck in a deep breath as you realize who you are looking at. The demon, wearing a white nun outfit splashed of blood, is Saint Marcel of Paris. Rumors of the saints fighting dragons and grabbing souls of the damned have been wide-spread across the vampire community as their patron saint. She stands above the body of a man, or well, parts of a man, and is glaring upwards at a wizard. The wizard is on the roof of a house, wearing a leather jacket and weilding a baseball bat, though the runes engraved on the baseball suggest it's actually threating. The wizard is yelling at the Saint. "I have no idea what happened here, I owed the bastard and was asked to protect him." The saint hisses, barely maintaing her hold on the mortal realm, she shifts in and out in a haze of smoke. "His soul is gone, it was MINE! This area smells of magick.. WHERE IS IT!" What do you do? MC posted:Ivy gets a debt and you fulfil her promise. Mark wild! thelazyblank posted:
Copperstone sits back in her chair as if rocked by the audacity of your questions. She rolls forward and snaps her fingers at you, smiling. "I knew I picked the right wizard for this job. First off, who the gently caress died and why do I care? A drug dealer? Honey, I don't deal with drug dealers, at least not on an official level. Bad PR is bad for business! And as for what's after this book? Some sort of fairy protector, this was there most sacred book afterall." "As to what I am up to.. well. Let's just say that I'm under contract for a lower power, and that contract comes with certain restrictions as I spend my time up here." Copperstone gets up from her chair and runs her hand across the desk, the filing cabinet, the discarded bottle of champagne and other finery that sits in the unfinished office. "This desk, that laptop and this bottle of champagne? After spending some time on this plane of existence let's just say I've grown fond of material items. A girls best friend are diamonds, aren't they?" Copperstone sits back down and pours some champagne into the glass enclosure where the bookworm sits. "So, I want to become a free agent, free of contracts and curses. And before I do so I need to make sure I burn a few bridges, don't want anything from down there coming to try and grab me. And trust me, burning a bridge between hell and here requires a lot of power." The chair makes an audible creak as Copperstone leans back, evaluating you. She taps the briefcase, which briefly lights up in hellfire runes, and continues talking. "So, the current plan is to summon He-Who-Sings in a form we can deal with and deal with it permanently." She motions to the book you have in your hand. "The fairy queens got together and overwrite his second songbook. Powerful magic and all that. So after you give me the book, I'll copy the songbook, make some alterations to lessen his power when he manifests, summon him and use his power to sever the contract binding me to the down-under." Copperstone looks at you and smiles. "Once he is summoned, a hero comes in and murders the gently caress out of him. Or maybe a wizard comes by and steals some of his power. I've taken measures to make sure he gets put down. Besides, regardless of if you give me the book or not, he's coming. You've felt it haven't you? You've heard it? That sweet,sweet black song. That's him, manifesting." What do you do? MC posted:
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She stands up and puts on a Lady Gaga song, slowly turning up the sound. "If you cut off the song, fight it off with some other snazzy song, warp the orignal song, bring the right emotion to bear, they weaken. The fae were able to do it, and hell, we live in Vancouver. Ill find the right ingredients, the right mixture of pancache and tone, to weaken them." "I've been researching this for my entire life on the mortal plane. I'm willing to piss off the major factions to inact this plan, besides he's coming anyways. " "As for the oracle get in your way, I have no idea, but I have considerable contacts. Give me a name, and I'll find out what their deal is. Hell, I'll even put in a protection detail on your family. For the low price of your cooperation and silence." MC posted:Copperstone will accept the deal you are offering, if you promise to be silent and not talk about her plans, she will offer to have a protection detail out on your family. paradoxGentleman posted:Dalir Boulos A few shots richocet over the bird demons face, one even nails it right in the eye. Its claws snatch back and Olivia lets out a scream of pain as it leaps off at her and swipes at Dalir. Sliding, Dalir dodges the blow and lands right next to a plastic bottle of oil. Picking it up he hurls right into the bird creatures maw, lighting its insides on fire. As the bird tries to sing, it emits a roaring flame. What was just a large building fire now becomes an inferno, flames licking higher and higher. Without a focus it starts to waver, though it will take some time for it to fade completly. Outside you see your apprentice, frantically circling the area and dragging something behind her. She shouts out to you, but her sounds are consumed by the fire. The wolves circle and get ready to pounce, one glaring at Olivia, the other coughing up a weird spine thing and aiming it at Anna. OOC posted:Congrats, the bird demon can't sing anymore and will dissipate in a few rounds. It's going to start focusing on its mission, going after Olivia or Anna.
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Cutter touches the stone, and green energy courses around him. Tendrils from his hands caress the wound across your stomach and you suck in a snarl of pain. The strings of magic are re-woven and your wound slowly dissapears. it will be temporary until you can rest, but at least your intestines are firmly in your stomach. Coffee with Mordecai is awkward, having a dead-man stare at you while you drink coffee is a bit odd. And yes, he's dead, you found that out when trying to break an awkward silence. Mordecai doesn't eat or drink, simply watches as you partake in earthly delights. His attempts at small talk all go straight down to business, working for Copperstone and what she's doing. You can Trigger an intimate moment with Mordecai if you wish, mark wild and trigger your intimacy move. Mordecai's intimacy move is he can talk to you and aid you when you are near death. Green Bean posted:
With a mighty groan, a portion of the roof collapses and a rush of oxygen fills the room. Fire spirals up, reaching the oxygen like a lover, and then grows in greater intensity, greedily eating up anything in its path. Dalir get's the worst of it as the fire rolls over his body. A painful screech is heard as the bird creature lifts it's head to sing, instead spreading fire everywhere. A large goblet of enflamed purple spew lands on Olivia and she screams in pain as her clothes start to light on fire. Anna tries to put it out but panics as the fire consumes her ghostly image, burning her wisps and hair. OOC posted:
"OVER HERE!" A loud voice screams out over the fire, you can barely make it out but you recognize it as your pupil Dalir. She seems to be screaming from outside the Arby's around a near-completed circle of salt surrounding the building. The bird creature lashes out and stares at Anna, who is trying to scream in pain, and lunges for her. What do you do? MC posted:
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Saint Marcel turns to face you, not letting the wizard out of her sight, and lets out a curt nod "Yes, this souless shell is the one named J.P and his soul is MINE." She glares at the wizard, accusation in her eyes. The wizard up at the rooftop shrugs "You know what, I have better things to do then argue with some Saint. I'm Garry, and yes shut up about Garry the Wizard jokes. J.P asked for protection, since another wizard screwed the pooch and hosed him over. I was on the way to meet him here and when I get here hes spread out all over the alleyway with a demon investigating his corpse!" Saint Marcel looks at you, assessing and then slowly points the sword towards you. "You... You knew this J.P? And were looking for him. Why are you here?" What do you do?
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Dalir Boulos Blood: 0 | Heart 1 | Mind 1 | Spirit 0 || Mortality: 1 |Night: 0 | Power: 0 | Harm: Fire is a very different sort of pain than stabbing or . It's sharper, cleaner somehow, although no less agonizing. Dalir has been burned before, and has also studied various symbolical and arcane meanings for fire, not to menton basic fire safety. Tonight, the latter will help him more than the other, as his higher functions shut down and he's reduced to his lizard brain, to his survival instict. Fire bad. Must run. He can barely manage to point himself in the direction of his apprentice's circle before panics completely takes over. I can't die, not now, not yet. Must redeem myself, must defeat He-Who-Sings, must prove- quote:I rolled two misses; one on the Let it Out roll to tap into humanity's survival insticts, and the other one on my Escape a Situation roll. paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 20:13 on Apr 2, 2018 |
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 Blood: 2 Heart: 1 Mind: -2 Spirit: 1 | Mortality: -2 Night: 2 Power: 0 Wild: 2 Harm: X | X▢ | ▢▢ | Corruption: X X X▢▢ Tags: Location: Today's (Second-)Worst Treated Fast Food Restaurant In Vancouver Hunched over Ray, everything seems slower while I evaluate my situation. My first priority: Ray's not going to be doing anything but bleeding, and he probably should stop doing that as soon as possible. My second priority: The rear end in a top hat that busted me up isn't bleeding, and he probably should start doing that as soon as possible. I have my gun, myself, and Raven, and I know how to solve one of those problems right now. "Hey, uh, Ray," I whisper, as I turn my focus to Raven, circling overhead. "I dunno if you can hear me, but, I'm sorry you got shot?" Above, Raven turns, searching. "Especially since you really didn't have to do it." Raven and I spot the goon shaking out the last of his dizziness as he takes aim at me. "But I learned today I should be taking care of my own poo poo." The goon staggers forward for a second, leans hard on his front leg. I draw my gun and fire behind me in- okay, not like one move, but, like, almost one move. The goon's forward knee blows out as I stand and turn, before lunging forward, faster than even I thought I would, and catching him square in the gut with my shoulder. The momentum carries us into the still-open car door, and I hear something crunch inside the guy as I drive him into the edge of the seat, then, with a shout, shove him up into the car, where he slumps, out cold. So that's one problem solved. That finished, I move as quickly as I can to get Ray into the truckbed. Raven tries to help out, but doesn't do much more than rumple Ray's collar for all their tugging. But, somehow, I dig deep and shoulder my uncle like the unexpected burden he is and get him loaded in as gently as possible. Then, grabbing the jackass with the shotgun from the driver's side, I tug him out and climb in. The keys jingle as I turn them in the ignition, and the engine thrums. What a day to drive a car for the first time ever. quote:Spending my two remaining hold to disable the goon, then close range before he can react for the capture.
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Blood: 0 Heart: -1 Mind: +1 Spirit: +3| Mortality -1, Night 0, Power 2, Wild 1 Harm 1/5 | Corruption 2/5 | Location: At the Bar Olivia tries to scream at Anna to run, but the flames feel like they're burning the air from her lungs. She tried to grab Anna's hand to lead her out of the flames, but the ghostly girl is intangible. Even trying to get between the creature and the ghost proves impossible. As she feels herself burn, she finds some sick amusement in the idea that her own hasty actions may have slain the Dark Queen Olivia. Green Bean - Today at 9:09 PM all right, time to flee! /r 2d6+1 #escape a situation SidekickBOT - Today at 9:09 PM @Green Bean: 2d6+1 escape a situation = (3+2)+1 = 6
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Blood -1, Heart 1, Mind 1, Spirit 2 | Mortality 1, Night 0, Power 1, Wild 0 Harm 0 00 00 | Corruption 00000 | Location: At Copperstone's "Outside of the obvious problem that I'm not a heavy hitter, this seems like it might work. I have no idea how I'm going to kill it or banish it permanently or whatever. Hell. Alright, the oracle's name is Lady Glenrose. She brought my family into town, she probably killed Jean-Paul. She was behind me finding the original book with Isabella. Are you really sure we don't need more help?" I try not to grit to my teeth or anything else that shows my obvious frustration with the situation. "I've got a meeting with the council in.. hell, I don't know, an hour?"
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Olivia and Dalir Dalir takes a deep breath, trying to steel his mind but somewhere, deep within the reptilian center of his mind, a scream comes out and he frantically rolls around, trying desperately to put out the fire. Olivia meanwhile is coughing due to the heavy amount of smoke, trying desperately to find the exit. The bird finds her first, rushing towards her and knocking her down. It tears into her leg, and she lets out a scream that gets strangled as the bird shoves one large hooked claw down her throat. Blood curdles up from her mouth as it probes deeper, and deeper and starts to pull. Olivia yell turns into a scream and then quiets down to a whisper as her voice is pulled out of her. As her voice manifests into a blue ball into the bird's hand Dalir hops onto the bird's back, wrenching it away from its target. The bird lets out a yell and smashes through one of the walls, Dalir goes tumbling out and on his apprentice's side, who stares wild-eyed at the bird creature. It ignores her and turns around to grab Olivia again, but Anna has already helped her up and they both scramble out of the collapsing arbys. With one last roar the bird creature, with half of Olivia's voice, disappears back to where it came. OOC posted:Both of you successfully escape, though uhh Olivia has had half her voice stolen. Alanna Copperstone nods an affirmative and the deal is struck. She give you a list of names, of potential allies and ciao ciao's you out. Your council meeting is incredibly frustrating. Elias, prattles on about a certain vampire gang that is growing in power and must be dealt with, especially with the delays in the homunculus project. Very little is spoken about He-Who-Sings, all interest on the personal attack on the Wizards. The council agrees to meet again in two weeks time to discuss the threat. Shin-Hye The negotiations are getting tense Shin-Hye, demon on your left, wizard on your right. Roll heart to see how you play out as a negotiator. Miss: Both immediately dislike you, gain 2 enemies and 1 harm 7-9: You smooth things out, 1 hates you 1 owes you a debt. 10+: Both owe you a debt and everybody is part of an uneasy alliance Also as an aside, hey your web! I think I owe you 2 web moves, which we will sort out start of session! Sal It is a shakey ride in a stolen car, especially since your feet hardly reach the pedals, but you manage. You almost crash into a blind lady, who manages to prevent the cops from going after you. At the hospital Ray is quickly taken to the emergency ward, it might have something to do with you crashing into several ambulances, and you are checked out as well. A few tense hours later, the nurses come back saying Ray is stable, but will need time to recover. The police officers behind you are very interested in your story! Roll heart to see how you mislead or trick them. Miss: You are placed under arrest, and placed inside the Juvenille Delinquency program. 7-9: You owe Stephen Moore a Debt, and the police are actively monitoring you 10+: You get away scott free! OOC posted:You owe Isabella hte Red a debt! Everyone Allright the second session is behind us! Each of you say which faction you want to increase by 1 , and which faction you want to decrease by 1. Tell me how your relationship witht he communities around this faction has changed! If someone did you a favour at a cost, tell the group and you owe them a debt. If you did someone a favor without redress, tell the group, they owe you a debt. The next session will have a recap, which is causing a bit of a delay, and occur 2 weeks later. Thing about what you are going to be doing to prepare, He-Who-Sings shall rise! Think about how you are going to recovery from your current injuries, and if there are any people you need to protect! At the start there will be a choice of 3 events that you can appear in. Please tell me which event you would like to be at! The events will be 1) Vampire gathering for the alliance 2) Wizard Council meeting to discuss the growing vampire menace, and the U.N being in town 3) The murder of Alexi Exmond fucked around with this message at 18:48 on Apr 20, 2018 |
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Abbotsford It's been a pretty fuckin' crazy couple of minutes, caught between a dumbass wizard with an itchy wand finger and an equally dumbass saint and/or demon with an itchy sword finger, but let's be real. I'm On Shin-Hye. I eat this poo poo for breakfast and, let me tell you, I ain't even sweatin'. I give 'em both a look, the kind that's like 'really? I've gotta be the adult in the room?', and say, "Alright, alright. Calm the gently caress down. The way I see it, we all wanted JP breathing. You wanted the money for a successful job, you wanted his soul later, and I wanted that fuckin' info he had. None of us get what we want from a stiff. Now we can vent each other, let whoever did this laugh their way to freedom, or we can put our fuckin' heads together and catch that son of a bitch." I say, "Alright, here's what I'm thinking. Garry. You've gotta have some wizard poo poo that'll let you case the scene for clues, right? Marcy, you've probably got some sort of soul trackin' bullshit in that nose of yours. Gotta be a way we can put it all together and figure this out, yanno?" quote:SidekickBOT - 04/11/2018 Tricky fucked around with this message at 20:08 on Apr 20, 2018 |
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Dalir Boulos Blood: 0 | Heart 1 | Mind 1 | Spirit 0 || Mortality: 1 |Night: 0 | Power: 0 | Harm: The fire eats away at my flesh as I roll. I can feel my shirt attaching itself to my half-melted flesh. The pain is abominable. As I roll, I see the demon. It's... it's taking her voice. In a desperate move,I clamber onto it and try to wrench it free. The next thing I know, I'm rolling into the street outside, the fire's bite accompanied by the gnashing of broken glass and the bone-rattling impact of rolling against the ground. I watch He-Who-Sees' avatar escape. I... think I feel distress? The pain is so extreme I'm starting to lose my grip on my senses. My vision swims. I turn towards... what was her name again? She's so shocked, poor dear. It mustn't be easy to see your master get reduced in this state. I think I manage to mouth "hospital" before passing out.
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Blood: 0 Heart: -1 Mind: +1 Spirit: +3| Mortality -1, Night 1, Power 2, Wild 0 Harm 4/5 | Corruption 2/5 | Location: At the Bar Olivia's flesh was sizzling and smoking as she came hurtling out of the Arby's, burned quite badly by the fire that she'd set for reasons that had probably made sense at the time. She gasped for breath, wincing and coughing as the cleaner air irritated her scorched and smoke-filled lungs. She managed a quiet "Thank you, Anna..." to the ghost hovering over her, unable to talk any louder than that. Maybe she normally would've blamed the smoke-inhalation, but there was clearly a more...mystical cause. All she wanted to do was pass out on the pavement and sleep a little bit, but she heard the sound of Dalir losing consciousness and realised his injuries were probably around 50% her fault. She levered herself onto her knees long enough to get her phone out and call an ambulance... Olivia has learned that Robbie's in cahoots with He-Who-Sings - though she's not entirely sure who's working for who - which I propose might count as something significant for the Night Faction. I'll raise Night and lower Wild, since I don't think I've spent much time working with or opposing them recently. Olivia now owes Anna a debt for saving her life and also her voice! Also, she'll try to visit the Council next session, if only to pass along what she knows about He-Who-Sings and its involvement with the ghosts.
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Thank you for participating in the game, even when I made a mistake or a misstep (Cough basement, Cough forced encounter). this wasmy best experience with online GMing, and I have you to thank.
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