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Magdalene DuRousseau Hot -1 Cold 2 Volatile 2 Dark -1 Harm 0/4 Exp 0/5 Conditions: To say that our situation has deteriorated somewhat would be an understatement of tragic proportions. Tobias is alive, at least, but that is cold comfort when he is attacking Jamie with clear intent to kill. I have to stop him, somehow - he is strong and fast, but perhaps I can delay him enough for Jamie to get somewhere safe. He is super-imposed with the laughing reaper and I cannot summon the will to strike him, or bite him, but I must do something. "Monsieur Ceprien - Toby - please, stop hurting Jamie. If you have to kill someone let it be me. I...have committed worse sins than her. My time is past. Here, I will help you." I take his hands, freshly released from Jamie's throat and guide them to mine, pressing them down into my soft skin until I feel pain. I can feel his blood pulsing, the fury he feels making him passionate. My own heart flutters with fear, but I press on. She needs to live, to find her path be it on land or sea. I just wish I could be there to help her . "My neck is not so vulnerable - I do not need to breathe - but if you apply yourself to the task I have full confidence in you. Just let her go. Anastasie and Elizabeth should go as well. They should not see this." Meeting his burning gaze with a cool stare of my own I try silently to apologize to Jamie, to my parents, to myself for failing to get the revenge I wanted. Turn On Toby (soft hearted, no manners): 2d6+4 10 Offering a string for Toby to work on killing Mags instead of Jamie
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pre:Toby Ceprien Hot 1, Cold -1, Volatile 1, Dark 0 Harm 0/4 Exp 0/5 Conditions: No Manners, Soft Hearted, Blamed, Drained, Darkest Self Shutting Jamie Down 2d6-1 8 We both lose a string on each other And then Maggie takes his hands, puts them to her throat, and he's losing control again, and he can't let that happen, not now, but God, she sounds so... heroic, like that, calmly resigned to her fate, sacrificing herself to save another's life. How can he in good conscience trample all over that? He glances over at Liz and Anna, for just a moment. No, he came here to save them, he can't forget that. Can't let himself get distracted again. He shakes his head, and tightens his grip. "...You're a killer, and a cannibal. You don't get to act all noble like this. I'm gonna do to you what I should've done the moment I knew what you were, and then I'm gonna do the same to her. That's the only way to make sure neither of you can hurt anyone, ever again." He looks her straight in the eyes as he puts all his strength into breaking her neck. Rejecting the string, but he'll switch targets anyway. Lashing Out 2d6 +1 10 doing great harm, spending a string to do +1 harm, for a total of 3 harm.
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Jeanine Delacroix Hot -1 Cold: 1 Violatile -1 Dark 2 Harm 2/4 exp: 2/5 Condtions: Touchy, rulesbreaker, The ritual works. The rum vanishes. No real words from Baron Samedi, but then, he might be busy. It seems this might be a thing he'd gladly undertake. And, wonder of wonders. Nobody entered. At least something went right today. I quickly start putting all things back in my school bag and pockets. Some extra paint to cover up the Veve under the plastic chair. A few sprays of deodorant to cover up the smell of rum and cigars. The handkerchief and Jamie's piece of paper are gone, turned to a thin layer of dust on the Brother's table. Now they're pointless. Hopefully, I will not need them again. There... performed a voodoo ritual in the middle of a catholic school and got away with it. Despite the situation, I allow myself a bit of a smug smile. Now, there is nothing to do but wait. I lean forward in my plastic chair, resting my chin in my hand and brooding. This was not as planned. Not at all. Assuming Toby manages to kill the two, he's at a serious risk of legal consequences, especially because Jamie attacked him. Her being found dead right now would not look good to him. Slight white girl, strong black dude. She could have shot him and I wouldn't rate his chances in court. I try to tell myself that Toby made his own goddamn choices. That I tried to stop him from this, but he loving assaulted a friend and told me to basically go gently caress myself. Not allowing those two to kill him was one thing, but why should I keep worrying about him? I'm not like the horde of doe-eyed girls lining up their hearts for breaking. No. The situation was far from ideal. Some people were in danger, Toby might suffer severe consequences, and you never know what kind of stuff might show up. But maybe Baron Samedi had a point. Maybe I should try to accept some loving joy wherever I can get it. And right now, that's imagining that weepy songstresss and the lady-cannibal's faces when they realize their powerlessness when faced with Toby's fury. And I grant myself just a little bit of subdued laughter. Just a bit of chuckling. Just some snorting. And maybe, if I'm totally honest. Just maybe... a little bit of cackling.
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Jamie, as you watch Toby choke the life out of Maggie, you see the specter of Death hovering over him, warding him from all comers. As you squint harder, you see that he's also the Selkie Who Isn't a Selkie that was hovering over Ana back at school. Now that you see his identity, the answer is obvious. If someone nearby dies, he'll have to leave to take them to the next world, leaving Toby unprotected. What do you do? Anastasie, you see your father casually batting aside any attempts to harm Toby. He turns to look at you and gives you a shrug, saying, "Don't get used to this. Just a happy coincidence that I'm here." Now, be a dear and turn your head. I think this next part is going to get a little graphic." What do you do? Capfalcon fucked around with this message at 05:31 on Dec 29, 2014 |
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Jamie Reeves "Mags, Toby, no! We love each other--" I'm cut off by the crunch of cartilage and Mags' hyoid bone. There's no reasoning with him, no rules he follows other than the ones he makes up for himself. He's never been my friend. All he cares about is killing anything he thinks is dangerous. Everyone's dangerous if you put them in a corner, if you let your guard down. Who is he to judge, to pretend he knows what's best for anyone. "Who's going to stop you?" It has to be me. I take out my phone, and snap a series of pictures of him strangling my only friend, the love of my life, while she doesn't even resist, content to buy me time. I call 911. I say we're at the graveyard, a black man named Tobias Ceprien is choking my girlfriend to death, and I'm next. I hang up knowing they'll come running with real guns. All I have is my recharged stun gun, which I take after I hide my phone. If Toby kills us both I want those photos found. I leave my bag behind somewhere else and sneak back around, tearing off the rest of my shirt and putting my hair up in a bun on the way. This is war. I can't save Mags, but I can avenge her. And if I can't, at least I'll join her again in the afterlife. Shut Down Blamed Drained Toby: 2d6+4 11 Tobias loses a string on me.
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Magdalene DuRousseau Hot -1 Cold 2 Volatile 2 Dark -1 Harm 3/4 Exp 0/5 Conditions: Ah, mon Dieur! It hurts so much! Sinew tears, bones buckle, I feel my throat collapse and muscles in my neck are violently wrenched out of place. His strength is absurd, impossible. I can still choke out a last word or two, even as my feeble efforts to break free are foiled by the cords that Death is winding around my limbs - "Dauphine, run. G..mar...y" Spend a string on Jamie, offering her XP to flee the scene My mouth is forced shut and I bite my tongue. I do not even know if she could hear me, if she has fled already. Tears well up and blur my view of Toby's face. Just as well, I do not wish the last thing I see to be snarling hatred. I shut my eyes and try to think of Jamie, try to pray for my soul. The laughter of the Reaper is loud in my ears. thatbastardken fucked around with this message at 13:31 on Dec 29, 2014 |
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pre:Anastaise Lumière, the Fae Hot +2, Cold -1, Volatile -1, Dark +1 Harm 0/4 XP 3/5 Selfhugger Giving Maggie the condition Monster. Turn on Liz: 2d6+3 9 using frightened. Luckily, Toby comes out of fuckin' nowhere to save us, thank God. Though it's obviously a fuckin' miracle he's here, something's different; the cute boy who smiled at me yesterday, who kissed me at the party, is gone, replaced by someone I don't know. A killer. And judgin' by what Jamie says, I'm surrounded by killers here. Toby wrestles with the two girls, and comes up with his hands around Mags' throat. I'm not screaming. Why am I not screaming? Everything seems so unreal, like it's all just a bad dream. I watch, transfixed, as Toby's fingers squeeze, constrictin' around Magdalena's neck like snakes. I watch his eyes as he does it. And I look up at my father, at my father's smile. This is justice. Spending a string on Mags to deal her a harm, as punishment for her oathbreaking.
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Elizabeth Anderson, the Hollow Hot -1 Cold -1 Volatile 2 Dark 1 Harm 0/4 Exp 1/5 Conditions: Terrified, Crybaby The warmth of Anastaise steadies her a little. Being that close to someone who's alive, who has never known the pain and the trauma is kind of nice. The tears continue to stream down her face as she watches through misty eyes and she sees as Toby appears in their midst as if out of nowhere. Where did he come from? He lays into Jaime and then turns his attention to Magedelene. Elizabeth stands there just watching, utterly paralysed by fear, though a little corner of her brain watches him fight dispassionately as if trying to decipher what he does and how to counter it. Will he come for her next? She's not normal maybe she deserves to die. Maybe this is the act of some god cleaning up a loose end. But she realises she can't die, she doesn't want to die, she wants to live, wants to have a normal life again. The fear fills her and she turns and searches desperately for a way out. Any way out. Anything to get away from this. using a blank canvas to remove terrified and add +1 Get me out of here (Heightened Senses): 2d6+2 6 Not that it did much good Woops forgot to add giving Ana a string on me.
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Jamie Reeves Mags wishes me to run, to live, with her last breath. I'm not about to start denying her now, after all she's given to me. Maybe she knows something too, like how the Tall Man is in league with Nina, Toby, and Ana too. I see them share a look, then he deals the coup de grâce. Toby never could finish anything he started. Okay, Mags, I'll let you have some time alone with your parents before I follow you or start sending your killers after you. I know what routes my hunter will take, slow and tired, impulsive and uncouth, stupid enough to be anyone's patsy. Be mine, Tobias. I get my backpack and phone again, wear it reversed to cover my breasts, and throw the rags that were my shirt in front of a sealed tomb with a narrow entrance, one I might have slipped into to hide. Then I run for home, or what passes for one on land. Bouvier's. Run Away from Drained, Blamed, Untrained Tobias: 2d6+2 7 I run directly into something worse.
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Jamie, as you flee the cemetery, you are almost run down by a limo. You freeze and stumble backwards, but the limo stops just short of running you down. You hear Rebecca cursing at her driver as she steps out of the car, and she hurries over to you. She frowns at your appearance but doesn't comment on it. She then asks, "What's wrong, Jamie? And where's your girlfriend? I thought you two were inseparable." What do you do? Magdalene, you die. Is it a relief or a fresh agony? As the Grim Reaper leaves Toby's side, he ushers you down through the ground. Ah yes. Hell is supposed to be deep under the Earth, isn't it? But, no. You're in a swamp. Death guides you to a crossroads and stares at the sign for a moment. He lets out a disgusted grunt and then releases your arm. He then goes down one of the paths, leaving you behind. While you are in the swamp, who do you meet that comforts you? Who do you meet that upsets you? After an indeterminate amount of time, you wake up naked and inside a bag. Your neck is sore, but compared to the agony you were in before, it's almost laughable to complain. You fumble with the zipper, but it's not designed to be opened from the inside. Still, after a few tries, you manage to work it back far enough that you can stick your arm out and fully open the bag. You're in a cold room with metal walls, except for one wall, which is glass. On the other side of a glass wall, you see a man singing soundlessly as he cuts into a woman's body. You also note that there are other dead bodies in this room, and the Hunger is demanding an offering for bringing you back. What do you do? Elizabeth, everyone else is so calm and collected, even in a horrible situation like this. Your mind is screaming in terror, so you do the only thing you can think to do. You panic. You feel your shoes rip themselves off your feet, but you don't care. Where do you run to try to find comfort? Toby, you heard Jamie call 911 and then run. Anastasia is still cowering, but Elizabeth cries out in terror and bolts. You hear distant sirens drawing closer, and you are still crouched on top of Mag's corpse. What do you do? Anastasia, you watch your father collect Mag's spirit and escort it down into the ground. You also realize that the police are on their way and you're right next to a dead body. What do you do? Jeanine, after you clean up the remnants of your hex, the secretary comes and fetches you. She was told to inform you that the police are looking for your friends, and you are to return to class. Luke's gone home for the day, but someone else makes it a point to talk to you. Who? Why?
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Jeanine Delacroix Hot -1 Cold: 1 Violatile -1 Dark 2 Harm 2/4 exp: 2/5 Condtions: Touchy, disrespectful So, kind of anticlimactic after all that. I could of course do another ritual, hope to see what happened, but that would be pushing the loa pretty far. I've done all I can. The more I get involved, the bigger the chance the mess that this will result in will come to me. In that way, it's actually a blessing that I was caught by Brother Alston. I have a cast iron alibi for whatever happened, and can say with absolute honesty I tried to prevent this. I should be fine myself. I quickly deleted his message from my cellphone though. Toby. Now that would be difficult. Assuming he would win and kill them both. Maybe the Benji and drugs angle? Make it seem like Jamie and Maggie were involved in it, and Toby was acting in self-defense? Involve the whole mess with Jacques last night. Two dealers having a feud, Toby getting caught in the middle somewhere. Perhaps bet on the jury being more homophobic than racist and make it seem like a lesbian's lover's jealousy? Not exactly an easy case to make. Well, for now, she didn't even know how the fight had ended. Best to wait and see if he got news. Acknowledging things were out of my control for now was unpleasant, yet surprisingly liberating. I gave Toby all the support I could, even if he pretty much brushed me off. For now, I figure I could give school life my attention. After school, there was a reading assignment from Auntie, possibly dealing with some aftermath, one way or the other. Then there was graveyard shift with Luke. Good thing she could sleep in tomorrow. For now, best to get through the rest of homeroom. It's still kind of chaos though, so I do get someone standing at my desk. It's Bonnie, and she's asking where Luke is. She wants to apologize. Which... hey... good thing. I'm honestly surprised at how little resentment I feel towards her at this point in time. I guess even I have only so much anger to go around, and I've been using it up on other classmates. I always figured that her constant nagging about how horrible this school was, and how inconvenient all the little things were her looking down on the rest of us. But talking with her a bit shows that it was just her way of commiserating. Apparently it was how they bonded at her old school. She really had not a single clue she was kicking against just about everyone's shins. It feels good to advise someone. And Bonnie is a human like the rest of us underneath. Just raised in a bubble. Maybe something good can come of this. I remember some old hope I had before Katarina. About my parents saying things had been worse in their day, and they'd get better. Maybe I'd even see a black president in my lifetime. (hah, not likely) After all the poo poo, seeing some ugly stuff surfacing, I thought it was all bullshit. But Miss WASP here was... well.. not vicious. I'm not gonna say non-offensive, because holy gently caress, does she still step on some landmines. But she doesn't mean ill. And if she really was racist, would she actually be here? Her parents could put her in any school if she really wanted, right? And she thought of Luke, from the most rural areas, who ended up trusting her far more than she could really expect from anyone. Rural Louisiana was not exactly where she'd have expected that from. Maybe her parents were right. Maybe things were changing. "Look," I put a hand on her arm. "The year's just begun, right? And trust me, you didn't miss much at that party last night." I rub my cheek absentmindedly. "You're... a good person, Bonnie. gently caress, not many people have the guts to apologize for loving up. I know Luke a bit, and when you make your apology, if you want, I'll be there, all right? I know things here are different than you're used to, but I'll help you out. It's a school. It's the place to learn, right?" I give her my most confident and comforting smile. It feels good. It feels like a Mambo should be. Wise and confident and in control. It's not all about protecting the people from inhuman creatures. Turn on Bonnie: 2d6-1 6[ I'll tag 'no manners' because clearly Jenanine impresses her with her streetwise ways. Bonnie can give herself to me, give me a string, or promise me something I want.
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Jamie Reeves I talk over her question about what's wrong, trying to explain my appearance. "It got torn in the confusion, so I just ditched it. Anything I have they'll just grab me by it and--" She asks about my girlfriend. Ma choute. I choke on a sob, and then the truth pours out of me. "Toby and his new girl, the one from the party, they just killed her, while your girl watched. They'll be coming after me now, the police won't stop them. They have an evil witch and some powerful spirit of death for protection. I can't fight them, no one can." I can't think about the future anymore, the past pulling me back like a riptide. These patterns, these ripples. "He was going to kill me first but Mags surrendered and told me to run... as if there's any escape for me. Who's the next old acquaintance coming to wring my neck? Is it you? 'Uncle' Marlby? gently caress..." I take her look for incredulity, so I whip out my phone and show her the slideshow of rape and murder I've documented. Nina and the Tall Man at the warehouse. Hitchcock unmasked. Liz half undressed. Toby and Mags. Toby and Mags. Toby and Mags. Toby and Mags. I start ranting about how I was aware in the hospital, pointing to my eye, my ear, and tracing the path a nail took down my throat late last night. "I look, I listen, I feel. It's getting inside of me. I'm going to be sick. I want to go home." Ocean's Breath: 2d6+2 6
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pre:Toby Ceprien Hot 1, Cold -1, Volatile 1, Dark 0 Harm 0/4 Exp 0/5 Conditions: No Manners, Blamed, Drained, Darkest Self "I have to go - now," he says to Ana. Where can he hide, until things blow over a bit? He gives her the address of his dad's old house. "Meet me there, I'll explain everything." He sends a quick text to Jeanine - 'm dead, j ran, called cops, more when safe'. And then he's off, at a run, again. Running Away 2d6+1 7 I will... run directly into something worse, I guess 
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Magdalene DuRousseau Hot -1 Cold 2 Volatile 2 Dark -1 Harm 0?/4 Exp 0/5 Conditions: Murderer, Terrified The final snap marks a blissful quiet darkness. No Toby, no Hunger, no pain or regret for just a heartbeat or so. As Death escorts me away I feel only a resigned detachment from the affairs of just a moment ago, no fear of Hell (why fear the inevitable?) no worry for Jamie (she will escape, she is quick and clever) not even anger at my murderer. And then we come to a swamp, cool and damp and still, no hellfire or screaming sinners. Is it Purgatory? Has my last act being an unselfish sacrifice spared me the flame? And then Death abandons me at a crossroads. What does this sign say? I...I cannot read it. I shall take the other path. I walk for what seems like a long time. The fog and darkness make it impossible to tell time. It is strange to be so alone in Purgatory, especially after living in New Orleans. When I finally meet another soul it is all I can do not to rush up and embrace them in relief. As I get closer it is a woman in a purple dress with an extensive decolletage, sitting on a stone by a fire. She has a black rooster on her shoulder, and is drinking rum from a bottle. "Bonjour, madame. May I share your fire? I have only recently arrived in this place and I do not know where to go." She laughs raucously at me, the rooster flapping furiously to stay on her shoulder. "Girl, you been here more times than I care to remember, over more years than is good for you. No wonder my man gets so mad at you, you don' even remember his pleasant hospitality. This won't be the last time either, less I miss my guess." What does she mean? I have no memory of this place. She continues: "Sit, though and share a drink with me. Got someone who wants to talk to you before you leave again." She passes the bottle, which smells like nothing on God's earth, and bids me to drink. It feels like drinking the summer sun, scorching all the way down. I choke and gasp, but manage to keep it down. "Haha, that's a good girl. Now look into the fire, don't blink." I do as she says. The flames start to take the shape of a person, then a woman, then...Mama. She smiles sadly at me, the same smile she used when she would tell me everything was going to be alright, even when it clearly wasn't. Her lips move, but I cannot hear her. The woman in purple frowns beyond the fire, as if something has gone wrong. She throws something on the fire and Mama's voice comes through the crackling of the fire "-ere with us, we love you and miss you. I must go now." And she disappears from the fire. "No! Bring Mama back, I need to know what she was saying!" The woman shrugs. "Sorry, girl. Things are what they are. Don't worry, you'll meet your Mama again. What was done to you can be undone, but it'll take more than a strong pair of hands and a little bit of spite. Now, on your way. That thing in your belly is about to wake up again, and you better go with it unless you want some real blood on your hands." I stumble away from the fire, and wake up in a plastic bag. I have seen the television mystery dramas about vivisectionists working for the police. This is a morgue. My body must have been collected by the police, who have stripped me and left me here. I cannot stay for long. There must be something I can eat quickly without arousing suspicion...yes! A tray of parts already cut out for me, mostly organs, so that I will not need to leave bite-marks. I devour a heart and what I think is a kidney and some bits I do not recognize. Now, I must find clothes, my personal effects, and an exit. If I am caught there will be an uproar, and I will have to visit that woman much sooner than i would like. Hold Steady to not flip out in the morgue: 2d6+2 9 Gaining terrified, asking the question "How can I best escape the morgue with my modesty and possessions?"
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Elizabeth Anderson, the Hollow Hot -1 Cold -1 Volatile 2 Dark 1 Harm 0/4 Exp 1/5 Conditions: Crybaby The snap of Magdelene's neck seems to echo around the graveyard. For Elizabeth it is the last straw. She has to get out of here. What if he comes for her, next he could kill her, she doesn't know what would be worse if he managed it, or if he bungled it somehow and she came back with even more holes in her memory. She has to get out of here. She has to get out of here now. She bolts and she hears what sounds like Toby in hot pursuit. Panicking she kicks off her shoes, as he seems to be gaining on her. She somehow gets away from him. But in her panic she has ended up in a completely unfamiliar part of New Orleans. One that is evidently still in the process of rebuilding, the whole neighbourhood seems to have been devastated. Well after a second look not the whole neighbourhood. one building still seemed to be more or less intact. St Florian's Catholic Church. The name proclaims. She walks into the church gingerly wincing as the cool stone floor touches her aching feet. It seems mostly deserted but there is a light on over the altar and a lone man appearing to kneel in front of it. She sits down on one of the hard wooden benches with an audible sigh of relief which causes the man to glance up with a start. After a few minutes he finishes whatever he was hoping to accomplish by his display and sits down beside her. Turning to her the man says without fear or blame or any of the other emotions she'd felt hammering through her. "Can I help you." She sees he dresses in nothing but a plain black with a small white collar around his neck. She knows from the schools lessons that this marks him as a religious leader of some sort although the precise details escape her but he seems to expect some sort of response from her "I-I don't know. I don't think anyone can help me now." The priest nods and a grave expression seems to descend on his face. "A tale I have heard from many in these troubled days, but there is always one ready to help if you ask for it." He must see the blank incomprehension on her face "Relax child, I'm not trying to convert you. But you look like you need to talk. Perhaps you can tell me what the problem is." Elizabeth can't help herself. She just starts crying, between sobs she tries to explain to the kindly looking old man. "Since everything that's happened I don't feel like I know who or what I am any more." The priest awkwardly puts his arm around her as if unsure what to do for the best. "People have been... hurt when I could've helped them, because I panicked I was scared so I gave in, ran away from my problems. I could've helped them but I didn't." She continues crying in the arms of the priest. The priest pulls away from her but no he doesn't seem upset "Ah, child, you feel as if you could've done more and that you do not know who you are. that is correct yes?" At Elizabeth's silent nod he goes on "Permit an old man to share his wisdom with the young, you are concerned with what you could've done in the past yes? The past is gone, you can do nothing to change it, what you should be asking is what will you do in the future?" It can't be that simple though surely, she thinks to herself, She can't forget who she is, whatever the hell she is. But perhaps the old man is right she can't control what she is but perhaps she can start afresh and choose who she wants to be. "I--I'll try. Thank you, Father---?" the priest smiles "Father Jackson. And if you ever need any more advice well-- I'm always here." Still she may not know what she is but she knows what she wants she doesn't want to be scared anymore, she doesn't want to be frightened. She doesn't want to be a puppet of anyone else. She's going to find who left her like this and make sure they cannot do it to her again. She doesn't want to be a prisoner anymore. The little voice that seems everpresent in her head these days seems to echo the last one particularly loudly for some reason. Run away from a Drained Toby: 2d6+3 6
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Elizabeth, While you're inside, you look around the church. What in here scares you? Once you go outside, you think about your options. School's ending soon, so you could head back there. You do have a score to settle with Bonnie, and you remember seeing her at school today. You could go home, since your parents are probably worried sick and can't get in touch with you. Or you could go somewhere else. So, what do you do? Father Jackson takes a string on you. Jeanine, she's really appreciative of your offer. A little... overly so. She starts hugging you and crying, promising that she's going to make sure you don't regret it. She'll figure out some way to make it up to Luke. Outside of that display, the only other event of note is when two of your classmates getting into a fight. Who's fighting who? Why? Who won? Now, it's after school, and you see Luke's looking around for you. Bonnie doesn't want to approach him without your backup though. What do you do? Jamie, she listens to you ranting but recoils as if you struck her when you say that she's going to hurt you. As you say more and more about the hospital visit, she starts to cry, and she tries to hug you close to her. She whispers, "Please don't hate me. I know I'm a monster, but... I don't know what else to be." You notice at some point during your rant, the divider between the two of you and the driver has gone up. What do you do? She takes a string and gives herself to you. Magdalene, the Hunger isn't sated with these trifles, but it grudgingly accepts them. For now. As you think back to those televised dramas, you're quite thankful on how accurate they are. They made getting up to speed in the modern world much easier. Well, they're mostly accurate. What was one time you learned the wrong lesson from them? Anyway, since it looks like you haven't been vivisected, you would believe that your possessions aren't in a police station yet. So, they're probably one of the bags in the room with the man. Once you get it, you can probably just find a fire escape and quickly make your exit. What do you do? Toby, you sprint in the opposite direction of the sirens, taking you towards the warehouse district. You avoid the burned out husk you and your... former allies (God, what WERE you thinking?) made the previous day. You know this path well. You can creep along by the docks and be almost completely unseen by the from the street. You're about halfway there when you hear a croak come up from underneath you. You freeze, wondering if it was a loose board, but it repeats a few times. You recognize that foul croaking from the frog thing that you'd let go before. You peer down under the dock; it doesn't seem to notice you're here. What do you do? Anastasia. So. You're in a graveyard. Alone with a corpse and an extra pair of shoes. Sans phone, though. And cops are on their way. The guy who killed the monster ran off, but not before asking you to meet up with him at his dad's place. Fuckin' hell. You should have just stayed in bed this morning. What do you do? Capfalcon fucked around with this message at 00:22 on Dec 31, 2014 |
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Jeanine Delacroix Hot -1 Cold: 1 Violatile -1 Dark 2 Harm 2/4 exp: 2/5 Condtions: Touchy, disrespectful Capfalcon posted:Jeanine, she's really appreciative of your offer. A little... overly so. She starts hugging you and crying, promising that she's going to make sure you don't regret it. She'll figure out some way to make it up to Luke. I answer the hugs a bit... awkwardly. Never was much of a hugging person. But hey, go Bonnie for good resolutions, right? Well, considering it was in the middle of class, it got plenty of looks. Kind of embarrassing. Fortunately, the attention is soon diverted. Vicky asks,, a bit loudly to the returned Toni whether she knows something about why Jamie suddenly went psycho? A bit too loud as Bernie heard it. She's clearly pretty torn up about all this, and laying into Vicky seems to be the way she's dealing with it. But then, Vicky isn't the one to back down, so it doesn't take too long to go from shouting to fighting. Fortunately a lot less... lethal than the fight before. Vicky had height, but Bernie had fury on her side. Might have gone either way, till Simon intervened and grabbed Bernie, trying to hold her. Then brother Alston came in and dragged all three of them off. I can see why he'd be keeping an eye on our class right now. I guess Vicky had the upper hand at the end? Not sure any of them can be called winners. Well, I guess maybe Simon can score points if he wants to win her back? I'm sure you can imagine how little I actually loving care. Because while that was going on, I get a little text message from Toby. Nice of him. Just a little update. Just a little 'I'm fine'. Just a little incriminating evidence you loving idiotic poo poo for brains! When I'm trying to get involved, he tells me to gently caress off. Now he's getting me involved in his stupid, suicidal run. Is he trying to get me jailed with hi... Wait... Is this really Toby? My stomach turns to ice briefly. My spell should have kept him safe from harm from those two, but they could have other allies. The green eyed monster perhaps? Or allies from Benji. This message could be a trap. Could be a way to get proof that I was involved. gently caress, gently caress, gently caress. Even if I don't respond, the only way to not be an accessory after this is to snitch, and that's not happening. Unless... gently caress it, I didn't have that much of a social life anyway. With a quick move I remove the battery from the cellphone. I'll have to destroy and lose it later. God loving drat it Toby. You'd better be alive, because you owe me a new cell phone. Anyway, reception in this area is poo poo, everybody knows. If anyone asked. I never got that message, and I don't know why he'd send one to me. And I'll just.. hope he's safe. For now, I'll do what he told me to do. Staying out of it. After school, it's already pretty dark, and Luke at least seems to do well. And Bonnie is ready. I try to summon the good feeling from earlier, but there's worry again. Still, fake it till you make it, right? We meet up with Luke near the bikes, where we agreed to meet yesterday. (gently caress, that was yesterday. Feels like way too long ago) I encourage Bonnie. "All right. You can do this. Now, don't worry if you don't immediately get a hug from him. Give it all some time. It might not always be pleasant, but you're doing the right thing." I greet Luke. "Hey Luke. You doing better? Eh... Bonnie had something to say to you." Luke's eyes narrow when he sees Bonnie. He doesn't look like he's feeling in a forgiving mood. Bonnie starts stammering and explaining through her apology. It's not a skill she's had a lot of practice in it seems. And Luke, well, Luke can be pretty drat scary looking when he's angry. Bonnie looks about ready to hide behind me. I should just let it play out perhaps. It's a lesson for Bonnie. If you carelessly hurt someone, just a 'sorry' isn't always gonna cut it. Just because you owe them an apology does not mean they owe you forgiveness. And drat it, I pushed Luke way far by now. But gently caress it. She seemed so pathetically grateful for any help. I can't really drop her now. So as he takes a breath, likely to send Bonnie to the bathroom crying again, I interrupt. "Wait a second, Luke. You're pissed. And you got every right to be pissed. To yell at her. Hell, when that happened I think I was rooting for you to punch her. But... she just made a stupid mistake." "Now, you and I know there's evil folks out there. People who know they're hurting innocents and don't care, or get kicks out of it. And gently caress those people, gently caress 'em hard. But if we hurt each other with stupid mistakes, well, that hurts as much as deliberate pain. But hell, I know I've made some stupid mistakes. And people got hurt. And I've gotten hurt by them. Bonnie isn't a lovely person, Luke. Just... a bit lost here in the new New Orleans. And there's enough lovely people around that we shouldn't spend our spite and anger on idiots. Because at the end of the day, we're all idiots at times, doing stupid things. And we all can use a bit of forgiveness sometimes." loving hell, my eyes are getting moist. This was not part of the plan. Toby. Dumb, idiot rear end in a top hat. Just... be safe all right? "So. What do you think Luke? Bonnie wants to set things square with you. Anything she can do to set things right?" Manipulate Luke: 2d6-1 11 Manipulate Luke to forgive Bonnie Shogeton fucked around with this message at 01:55 on Dec 31, 2014 |
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Jamie Reeves The divider rises, and the door locks also recede. The glass is probably bulletproof. I'm alone--we're alone. Altogether, I realize I'm more hosed now than I was in the back of the cruiser the other day. But I need to survive, for Mags. My enemies have powerful friends. I need powerful friends too, if I really want to survive. So I pretend to calm down. I return Becky's hug and pet her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Shh, I don't hate you. I just don't know who to trust, and there's just been this pattern where everyone I have trusted, or liked--monster or no--they end up dead or out to kill me." I gulp. "You saved me twice...and I like you. I was just afraid that might mean you'd be next." I close my eyes and think of Mags. I pretend the girl in the red dress is my girl in the blue dress. That she's my type, and I'm hers. That this is my limo, that I rented to drive us around town with my tips. I open my eyes, lay my backpack on the limo floor, and scoot up next to her.
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pre:Anastaise Lumière, the Fae Hot +2, Cold -1, Volatile -1, Dark +1 Harm 0/4 XP 3/5 Selfhugger, Screamer She sits me in the back of this cop van and they put that dumbass blanket on me, you know, like I'm in shock or whatever. Am I in shock? I don't know if I'm in shock. How do you tell if you're in shock? Oh, hey, are my hands shaking? I look down at my hands -- yep, shakin' -- huh, apparently somebody handed me a cup of fuckin' coffee. Coffee ain't what I need right now, haha, hmm. Eventually I guess they figure I've had enough lovely coffee for them to ask me questions or whatever. Anastaise but nobody calls me Anast- I, uhm. Yeah, I know, knew, know her. Magdalena Desomething. No, I dunno where she lives, lived, oh God. Yes, I'm okay, I'm okay; I'm okay. She was, I mean, I came runnin' cause I heard shoutin', and she was fightin' with somebody, a, a girl and a guy, the guy k, he k, k... I curl up and try not to collapse. Is it fear or guilt or anger or sorrow? I don't know. No. No, I didn't recognize him. Somebody I don't know. I start laughing, even though it ain't funny. Manipulate the Cops: 2d6+2 7
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pre:Toby Ceprien Hot 1, Cold -1, Volatile 1, Dark 0 Harm 0/4 Exp 0/5 Conditions: No Manners, Blamed, Drained, Darkest Self He pauses in his thought when he hears the noise, sees the frog-thing under the dock. Well, it's not like it's going to come after him, and it's not a threat, unless it did a complete 180 from the first time they met... and if it did, he's still confident he can put an end to it. He has to stay focused, though - the most dangerous threat is Jamie, so that's who he focuses on. Just got to... calm down, use this respite, take a breath, that's all... Hold Steady Roll 2d6-1 2 FML, I'm never going to get rid of these conditions xD
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Magdalene DuRousseau Hot -1 Cold 2 Volatile 2 Dark -1 Harm 0?/4 Exp 0/5 Conditions: Murderer, Terrified The television dramas have been less than helpful on more than one occasion. I had relied on their veracity to try and master modern vernacular, but it seems that the playwrights had as little idea as I did when it came to the way modern teenagers spoke. It took me almost a month to understand why my peers were mocking me. In the end I fell back on the kind of speech I was more comfortable with. My grammar and diction have shifted to the point that my tutor would have had me beaten with a switch, but at least I come across as merely overly formal rather than simple or theatrical now. One area they have not exaggerated in is the ubiquitous existence of fire alarm systems. A sharp blow with my elbow to the little red box in the morgue with me and the building should very rapidly empty, giving me time to gather my possessions and make good my escape. I do not wish to spring out upon the coroner naked as the day I was born, or kill him in my escape. Not unless it becomes necessary. Hold Steady to solid snake the gently caress out of here: 2d6+2 9 opting to keep my cool
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Elizabeth Anderson, the Hollow Hot -1 Cold -1 Volatile 2x Dark 1 Harm 0/4 Exp 2/5 Conditions: Crybaby Father Jackson sits with her silently for a while longer before wandering off to do whatever it is that priests do when they are not helping people. Still Elizabeth does feel better as she sits and takes in the quiet majesty of the old church. Unaccountably she finds her eyes drawn to a shadowed little alcove. Curiosity getting the better of her she wanders over to take a closer look. It appears to be a small and lovingly maintained monument, one with a carving of religious figure wielding a sword of some sort and an inscription "Dedicated to those fallen in the Long War." beneath is a long list of names none of which she seems to recognise but she does notice an odd thing a few of the names seem to have strange symbols carved into the brick next to them Next to some are a wolfs head, another bears the mark of two teeth, a third a tentacle and some bear designs she could not even begin to explain. All of those involved seemed to have died very young in their 20s and 30s. Elizabeth shivers at the sight, to die so young in a war with no chance of redemption, no chance to make amends, what must it be like? Reluctantly she leaves the church. She pauses a moment considering where to go next till a throbbing pain from her battered feet, and an ache in her wrist leave her realising she's in no condition to go anywhere but straight home to bed. Digging through her pockets she turns up just enough loose change to be able to get a bus back home. Though services are still erratic and prone to cancellations some buses are still running and it saves her a lot of time and pain to her already injured feet. After what seems like an eternity of travel she hobbles her way towards the families trailer and up the single step into it's not particularly roomy interior. The first thing she sees is her father slumped over the kitchen table, Although at the sound of the door closing behind her he looks up and a wave of relief passes over his face. He stands up and moves over and envelopes her in a bear hug "Lizzie, my little Lizzie," he tries to lift her up for a hug and then grins sheepishly, "Well perhaps not so little anymore. I-we were so worried about you when you didn't come home last night. Where were you? we made it perfectly clear we wanted you back early for school." For some reason she can't explain she starts sobbing in his arms. through the sobs she tries to explain "There was this party, I remember a girl someone I've never met and then I just blacked out, the next thing I know I woke up somewhere else and it's the next day." she goes on "I don't know how I got there it's just weird." Her dad stops and starts asking her a load of questions like what was this girls name, what she had to drink, and where she woke up. He promises to try and do something about it and says she should report it to the police. "No, I don't want any sort of fuss making I'm fine dad really," As she slumps in the chair with an obvious exhaustion, her dad takes in her blistered feet and damaged fingers and growls something that sounds to Elizabeth like "You don't look fine."But right now she's too tired to care and certainly too tired to argue. Manipulating Dad not to cause a fuss: 2d6-1 1
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Jeanine, that got a little deep for Bonnie, so she's just looking at you and Luke, anxious to see what he's going to say. Luke, for his part, is glaring at you for a long time. None of you speak, and the only sound is Luke breathing heavily and nearby traffic. Eventually, he buries his head in his hands and sighs, relenting. He says, "Fine. I forgive you, Bonnie." Her face lights up, and she literally bounces for joy. Luke already looks disgusted with himself, and looks over to you, saying, "If you tell me she's going on our "field trip," I'm going home." She spots that something's going on between the two of you. She gives you a knowing look and says, "Oh, no. I'm really busy, actually. Got to run. You two have fun!" She turns to leave, and as she walks away, her steps are still bouncy. He shakes his head, muttering, "Well, at least one person in this school doesn't think you're dating Toby. Well, let's go." ----------------------- Jamie, she gets even closer and kisses you. She begins to move down her mouth down towards your neck, but she recoils almost instantly. You see the tears in her eyes as the self loathing resurfaces. Her tears whisper to you, telling you how she took everything Elizabeth had to give. But, afterwards, Elizabeth was not only alive but still strong enough to kill her. That brush with death still terrifies her. From then on, she keeps her long, sharp fangs covered by her lips. She embraces you and guides your hands to the back of her dress. Her arms are surprisingly strong, considering how thin they are. And she's so cold. And... she isn't breathing. She's a dead thing, like Magdalene. What does that mean to you? What does she do after you're done? What do you do? Take a string on Elizabeth ----------------------- Anastaise, the police believe you. After all, the hands that choked her are much bigger than yours. Still, before they let you go, they're going to need to get a swab from you. And fingerprints. Otherwise they're gonna have to treat you like a suspect. What do you do? Captain Miles takes a string on you. ----------------------- Toby, after you collect yourself, you continue on the long way home. However, along the way, Bernie spots you. She wants to know what happened to Jamie last night and where she is. She never really liked Jamie running around with you, but that was just because she's really worried about her. Is Bernie just her friend or is she attracted to Jamie? What do you do? ----------------------- Magdalene, as you smash the box open, you hear the alarm starts blaring, even through the glass wall. At the same time, the man's head shoots up and looks around in a panic. As he turns to look at you, his eyes freeze, staring at you slack-jawed. What do you do? ----------------------- Elizabeth, you wake up as your father gently shakes you awake. "Elizabeth? Honey? The police are here. They have a few questions for you." Before you can say anything, he cuts you off, "You're gone all night, lost your memory of the night, and come home beaten and bloody. Please, dear. What did you expect me to do? Let's not fight in front of the officer." He then goes to the door of your trailer and lets Patrolman Landry in. He is very polite about asking, but he is insisting that it's just the two of you while you give your statement. Your dad looks uncomfortable. He doesn't want to leave, but he's decent, law-abiding citizen. The police just want to ask a few questions, right? And they know how the job works better than him. He looks like he's going to leave you alone with the officer. What do you do?
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Elizabeth Anderson, the Hollow Hot -1x Cold -1 Volatile 2x Dark 1 Harm 0/4 Exp 3/5 Conditions: Crybaby Elizabeth awakens to find her dad shaking her shoulder. She aches all over and the last thing she needs is to sit down with the NOPD. But it looks as though she's not going to have much of a choice. She watches reluctantly as her dad steps outside the trailer, she asks him to stay but he insists that the officer said it was vital that she be interviewed alone. She turns to the Cop. "What do you wish to see me about Officer?" The patrolman replies "Officer Landry Miss. your father contacted me and said you wished to make a statement about the events of the last evening." She shifts uncomfortably "I--I don't want to talk about it." Officer Landry went on "Now see this is what we call wasting police time, Now you can spend a few nights in the cells or you can tell me what I want to know." Elizabeth visibly crumbles "Fine, tell me what you want to know." Officer Landry smiles but it doesn't seem a very friendly smile from where Elizabeth is sat. "Now let's see if I've got this straight, after leaving school late yesterday evening. you left to do some personal shopping. What did you buy? and did anything else happen while you were there?" Elizabeth details how she ran a few errands and then bought some groceries and a new pair of jeans and explains how she met up with some acquaintances from school. But other than that says nothing remarkable happened. Officer Landry by now his face impassive makes a note in his little book and then asks her "so what happened then." She goes on "I came back here, dropped off the groceries and changed into my new jeans" she gestures to them, "I'm afraid they're a bit worse for wear right now. Then I set off for the party with some girls I knew from school." Officer Landry asks the name of these girls which she supplies as best she can recall. "Umm, Vicky and Ana, I'm not sure of their last names but the school might know." She goes on "so we turned up at the party, I dropped off the couple of cases of beer I'd brought and then we all went our separate ways. " She pauses for a moment, Should she really discuss Ana's kiss with a complete stranger? "Umm, anyway there's this boy my friend likes, but he had another girl with him, so I uh, distracted her while they had just a totally normal conversation right?" Officer Landry looks sceptical but waves her to go on. "Well I got to talking with her, and she seemed nice enough, can't remember her name though Rachel? Renee? Rosie? something beginning with an R anyway." Landry presses her for a description "Umm, she had blonde hair and blue eyes, umm about the same age and height as me." she goes on "Anyway she asked me to sit down with her while we chatted and found us a secluded nook out of the way." Elizabeth frowns "We talked for a while about nothing important, then at some point I must've blacked out because after that there are only fragments." Landry continues to press her "And those fragments, what do you remember." Elizabeth feels her face blush she remembers one particular fragment very well, her and the blonde girl entwined in each others arms. But she's not about to discuss that with some dumb lawman. "I'm-I'm sorry nothing much, just a few images, myself and an acquaintance (knowing what she knows now she can't bring herself to call Cynthia a friend) of mine leaving the party, a text message to my cellular phone, and then nothing until earlier today." At this Officer Landry perks up "And what happened, then." "I remember feeling confused, like I didn't know who I was, then I woke up like from some horrible dream. My hand hurt, and my head hurt and I had no idea where I was, there were these blocks of stone, shaped like rectangles with writing carved on them. Officer Landry looks confused for a moment then he twigs, "oh you mean a grave in a graveyard." Elizabeth looks equally confused "Oh, is that what they call them?" Officer Landry is open-mouthed "You don't know what a graveyard is?" Elizabeth smiles apologetically and explains "A few months ago, I lost my memory completely, I had to relearn pretty much everything and there's still a lot of gaps in my knowledge. Perhaps this whole thing was just a relapse?" Hopefully that'll satisfy him regarding any gaps in the story and she can get on with what she has to do. "Now if it's ok with you and you don't have any more questions, i'd like to get back to bed." Stay with me Dad: 2d6-1 1 Manipulating Landry: 2d6-1 5
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Jeanine Delacroix Hot -1 Cold: 1 Violatile -1 Dark 2 Harm 2/4 exp: 2/5 Condtions: Touchy, disrespectful Yeah, maybe that was kind of deep, but hey, priestess remember. I totally get to be profound and stuff. As she leaves I give Luke a look. "Don't worry. She's just about the last person we should get involved in this." I think for a moment about the remark about Toby. "me and Toby dating? What would make people think..." Oh, right, the... thing in class; "Well gently caress. Wonder how many death stares I'm going to get for that. Yeah, I know what Toby is looking for, girls who look pretty and act sweet and kind. And I said 'girls', plural. Not happening." I say it vehemently. Why is that? Why should I care if Luke thinks we're an item? I give him a smirk. "Am I gonna get in trouble with any girls if Bonnie accidentally says we're having late night rendez-vous?"" Turn on Luke: 2d6-1 7 String, promise or giving to me. "He's saved my life a few times though. And I saved his. He's just... goddamn stubborn. Figure we both owe him a punch." As I speak, I am aware of that phone in my bag. If I broke it, he wouldn't have a way to contact me. And it wasn't like he could go home, or to anyone else now. Well, he got himself into this mess. You tried to stop him. Yeah. But is that is? Are we just cutting him loose? It doesn't help sending him a message. It just means you'll both be arrested and sent to juvie. Subtlety. Secrecy. You know this is stupid. Yes. I guess I do. I take out my cellphone and replace my batteries. A message goes out to Toby. "K. Be safe. Still have to yell at you." I wouldn't want him to think he's gonna get away with all this poo poo after all. Then I look at Luke. "Now, while we're on our way. I was gonna tell you more. It is heavy stuff. I can't blame you if you want to bail after hearing it. Just... keep it a secret right? I'm a voodoo priestess, like auntie was before me. And like her, I try to help the people of New Orleans with problems. Like things that sneak around a graveyard. Things that are not human. Toby does that as well. He got his own family traditions. Most things we take care of are not human. The thing that attacked me yesterday at the party, and earlier at school is one of them." But there's two monsters that look human. Magdalena is some kind of undead flesh eating monster. I've seen her tear into a corpse yesterday. It was then I found out about her. She's been buried in the levee in a coffin. Who knows how long. She seems to be close with Jamie." And Jamie. Jamie is something that comes from the sea. By singing it can control minds. I don't know how much. I've had it happen to me twice. I knew of her for a while, but I thought she might not be dangerous." I take out the article about Richard Hoxington. "Until yesterday. This guy knew about her and Maggie. I encountered him when Jamie was doing her song thing to both of us, with Maggie just nearby. I tried to get him out of there. Then the monster attacked me." I point towards my bruised face. "He ran. And that's the last I saw of him. And now he's dead. And you've seen what Jamie did to Toby. They're dangerous. They have to be stopped But they also look like people. We can't just hunt them down. Except I'm worried Toby is doing just that." Manipulate Luke: 2d6-1 9 What do I need to do to make sure Luke both believes this, and is on board with assisting.
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MC posted:Jamie, she gets even closer and kisses you. She begins to move down her mouth down towards your neck, but she recoils almost instantly. You see the tears in her eyes as the self loathing resurfaces. Her tears whisper to you, telling you how she took everything Elizabeth had to give. But, afterwards, Elizabeth was not only alive but still strong enough to kill her. That brush with death still terrifies her. She can't be a 'dead' 'thing' and a 'strong' 'girl' at the same time. They're pairs of opposites. And to say Mags was a dead thing, lifeless and futureless, would mean her sacrifice had no meaning. Nothing could be farther from the truth. As for the chill of her skin on mine, it was just the glow everyone gets from the muggy weather combined with the full blast AC of the car, and loneliness. I remember being chilly last night too, and Tobias's disgusted look when we touched. He thinks all girls, all people, have to be a wasteful furnace like him. Or belch cigar smoke into the air like his girl Nina. Everyone else is just a monster in human skin. Neither of them know anything, neither of them have gotten close enough to anyone, let alone a 'monster,' to feel the deeply hidden pulse and warmth of life inside her. Them. All of us. I see now that Beck, Liz, Mags and I are bound by what happened that night. We had sex, we almost died because of it, we fought back, and in the end we survived. We're all strong girls that some would call monsters, once they learned of our beginnings. When I listen to her ocean, and close my eyes, I find out she was surprised to find out Liz was one of us. When I kiss her tears away I taste her justifications for sucking the poor girl dry: she thought she was cleaning up some sad spent garbage, giving the poor 'dead thing' one last chance to shine in her own light by setting her on fire with the sparks her fangs and fingers made. Sure, she was sating her own hunger too. Just like Mags did with me at first. Preyed. Then worshiped. I know what it's like, how it begins with two people using each other. It's what's happening right now. When we're done I know, though, that each of us is a strong girl who wants to determine for herself whether she's a monster or not. Not just how we're gonna die as one. We all deserve more than the choice to burn out or fade away. We can't just accept that ultimatum, we have to fight for something better. I talk to her about it: making peace with Liz, sharing our natures.working together, fighting Tobias and Jeanine, the bigots that hunt us, that will stop at nothing to contain us and kill us. And Marlby, who's enslaved her and done worse to my Mags. We need to stay friends, and keep on loving each other. We need to make this world our own. In memory of Magdalene. --- She loans me her slip and we stop by a boutique to buy me some new clothes to wear to dinner after I decide not to risk leading the hunters to Bouvier's. Our relationship seems so parallel to mine and Mags' that it scares me again in the dressing room. We meet by chance, while we're both so vulnerable. I ask for something crazy while I'm in a desperate mood and get rejected. Danger. Police. We end up alone. Kissing. Escape. Trying on clothes together. More kissing. Next is the nighttime invite only event. I'm dreading it, since all the bad things that have happened today have been worse than the day before. To try to put my mind off it, and pass the time while Beck is off grabbing more turtleneck blouses for me to try on, hoping for one that can cover my bruises, I text Nina "It's done, return it so I can go home." Then while I'm at it I start looking through Liz and Ana's phones. Lotta texts received on Liz's phone, mostly from Cynthia and her parents, and next to none sent. Where are you. Boys, boys, boys. Such and such restaurant. Toby--I shut the phone. Ana's is more interesting. I learn where she works, who for, and when. That helps me make sense of the weird timestamps on her received calls and text notifications. They all stack up around the same time on a few days when I know she doesn't have work, as if she's just come back on the grid from being off it for a while. Also the stacked messages are clean copies of corrupted messages that were received earlier. She must have gone somewhere with a scrambled signal. I try to read the corrupted messages, and strangely, I begin to see some kind of code in them. This is just like the treasure I found in the sunken ship! I scroll and scroll and lose track of time... Gaze about Ana's time in the Xroads: 2d6+1 7 Confusing and Alarming visions.
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pre:Anastaise Lumière, the Fae Hot +2, Cold -1, Volatile -1, Dark +1 Harm 0/4 XP 3/5 Selfhugger, Screamer Start headin' back through the cemetery. Yellow tape all over the place now; they carried poor Mags away a while ago so I guess they're investigatin' poo poo now. Red and blue lights flash off the headstones as I swing south towards home. Turning the corner, I find myself lookin' at a grave I've seen before, on this school trip we took once. I remember -- back when Jeanine was freakin' out last night, after we got back from... there. She was talkin' about this place, you know, while she was uh, bawlin' her eyes out. Not that I'm any better; I'd be cryin' right now, only I guess I'm just flat out of tears for today.  Marie Laveau's tomb. Katrina took a lot out of it, but I dunno, that just, just makes it even more imposing somehow. What was it Jeanine said... gently caress, I was so drunk at that point. Okay, no, I remember now... Yeah, she... buried somethin' here? Somethin' that belongs to Jamie... that song, that horrible, beautiful song rings in my ears. My knees go weak for a moment just from the fuckin' memory of it; gently caress, I'm even humming it. I grab the sides of my head -- get out, gently caress me, get out!!! ...and then something catches my eye, buried down in the pile of gifts and poo poo lyin' at the front of the tomb.  It shimmers oddly, in time with the song. I hum louder, and even though my dumbass humming is a fuckin' joke compared to Jamie's voice, the little thing almost looks like it's glowing... a few days ago this poo poo would've creeped me the gently caress out, no joke, but it doesn't even seem strange now. I pull it out, dust it off. Jamie's. Hmm. I tuck it away in my purse and head for home.
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Jan 2, 2015 06:21
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Magdalene DuRousseau Hot -1 Cold 2 Volatile 2 Dark -1 Harm 0?/4 Exp 0/5 Conditions: Monster, Terrified, Drained Damnation. All you had to do was walk away. That was what we have been told in every fire drill at school. Walk away calmly, without looking around. Now you have seen me, and you know I was dead but a moment ago. Very well. Chin up, Magdalene. As long as you have your dignity, you may be naked and not ashamed. I walk up to the door which slides open automatically. I should not be surprised - why lock a room full of corpses? It still startles me. I lock eyes on the coroner (his name tag reads Frank Minyard) and walk towards him while he is still frozen in shock. I can still avoid killing you, Dr Minyard. Just please stay silent. "Don't bother making a fuss, Dr. No-one will believe you. A corpse got back up and walked out of your morgue? You will be disgraced, pilloried, you will lose your position and likely end up in an asylum. Just evacuate with the others, then someone can break in and steal all this evidence. You might be thought incompetent, but not insane. Does that sound better than a lifetime of ignominy?" Manipulate an NPC: 2d6-1 4
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Magdalene, the man comes back to his senses, muttering, "Never something I'm gonna get used to." He then walks over to a nearby table and tosses you a bag full of your possessions. "You think you're the first corpse I've had a chat with? You must be new in town. Just take your things and get out." He walks past you to turn off the alarm, then returns to his seat and returns to work, ignoring you. After you get dressed, Raoul walks in. You remember him mentioning a part time job downtown, but working in a morgue wasn't quite what you'd pictured. He looks at you in confusion, asking "What are you doing here?" The doctor struggles to conceal a smile and offers no help. What do you do? The good doctor takes a string on you Elizabeth, the officer insists on questioning you more, making you run through things again and again. Turns out it's a good trick. What do you let slip out? Far after you wanted, the officer leaves, letting your father come back in to comfort you. He hugs you close to him, and whispers, "I know that was hard, but you did the right thing. Thank you, sweetie. I love you." Your father has taken the night shift as a guard at one of the warehouses, so he has to leave you for now. You drift off to sleep for a little before you're awakened by a knock at the door. You peer out the window to see Cynthia outside with a big bag of fast food. She spots you peeking, and she waves and points at the bag. What do you do? Captain Miles takes a string on you. Your Dad also takes one on you. Anastaise, you take the stuffed animal. You can smell a pall of broken promises and lies over it. What does it whisper to you about Jamie? As you're going home, you run into someone. Who? What do they need your help with? What do you do? Jeanine, He looks at you, unconvinced, saying, "Hey, I came to you to help deal with monsters, but you're telling me those two girls are monsters? I've given you a lot of rope recently, but... I don't think I can just believe that. Yeah, Jamie flipped out in class, but some creep assaulted her last night. It's understandable she wouldn't be all right today. And she looked horrified at what had happened. Monsters don't feel like that." He's gonna need some evidence from someone else before he'll buy your story. What does he find at your aunt's house that you didn't know was there? What do you do? Toby, Bernie says, tears in her eyes, "Thank you. I'm so glad you understand. Something awful happened to her last night, and she's alone and scared now. Her friends have to look out for her now. And I know she really got you good back in class." She embraces you at this last remark, "I'm really glad you're not holding it against her. It's big of you to forgive and help her when she needs it." She hugs you close for a moment longer and then lets you go on your way. When reach for you house, what do you hide in expectation of Ana coming over? When you realize she isn't coming, what do you do? Jamie, As you look closer, you see the gibberish of the texts starts to blend together, making new texts that tell as story hey dads w8ing for us jen just gotta take a quick trip thru swamp now were at xroad dads got somethin for jen her aunt left her a msg about things at her house dad and me made a deal well do each other favors jens all :'( about hearing from her aunt shes talkin bout something she hid in a grave After you finish reading, Rebecca tosses over a few more turtlenecks. You catch a glance of yourself in the mirror. Your bruise has faded a little, but it still turned heads as you walked in. Your phone beeps. You've missed a few texts from Bernie. She's frantic, wondering where you are and what happened to you. What do you do? EDIT: Also, a new scene/session started back here, so we need some new highlights. Magdalena DuRousseau highlights Ana Toby Ceprien highlights Jeanine Elizabeth Anderson highlights Toby Jeanine Delacroix highlights Jamie Anastaise Lumiere highlights Magdalena Jamie Reeves highlights Elizabeth Capfalcon fucked around with this message at 21:25 on Jan 2, 2015 |
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Elizabeth Anderson, the Hollow Hot -1 Cold -1 Volatile 2 Dark 1 Harm 0/4 Exp 3/5 Conditions: Crybaby Officer Landry makes her repeat her story again and again .By the end of it Elizabeth is so exhausted that she'd be willing to tell him anything to get rid of him. When he presses her for descriptions of the party goers she gives him everything she remembers. She notices though he takes a particular interest in Toby's name and description. At the end he goes through the formalities and gives her his number if she can remember any more details he says don't hesitate to contact me. Elizabeth takes his number and goes to put it in her cellphone, only to find it's gone. Dammit. At some point during yesterday she must've lost it. Still right now she couldn't care less and only wants to get some sleep. She barely hears her dad as he leaves for work and she collapses flat out on the bed not even bothering to remove her clothes. ------------------------------------ She awakes with a start. It feels like someone is pounding on the inside of her skull with a sledgehammer. It takes her a moment to realise the sound isn't coming from her head but from a loud knock on the door. Who the hell could it be at this hour, Dad was on his nightshift and mom was working every hour possible to pay the bills. She stands slowly and awkwardly from the bed and moves over to the window pulling aside the curtain, Her blood runs cold as she sees the last person she wants to see, Cynthia. Seeing her poke her head around the curtain she holds up a big bag with a distinctive logo. She gestures to the bag and to the door. Elizabeth freezes a moment, This might be her chance to talk to Cynthia to finally get some answers. But she's going to have to handle it carefully. Fumbling for the latch she opens the door. "Oh, hi Cynthia, what are you doing here." Somehow she manages not to throw herself at Cynthia and beat some answers out of her. Cynthia though doesn't seem to notice she reaches into the bag and pulls out food, burgers, fries, some sugary caffeinated drink. "I brought you these, you look like you need them." Elizabeth waves her to come in and then turns and bolts the door behind her. Cynthia raises an eyebrow at that but doesn't say a word as she lays out the selection of fast food on the table. Seeing Elizabeth stare at her and not even seeming to take in the food Cynthia says nervously "Is something wrong? You look like you've had a rough day, why don't we have something to eat and you can tell me all about it." She pauses for a moment. It'd be easy to sit down to go on pretending that nothing is wrong to eat some food, to talk with a "friend." But she'd be living a lie, dancing on someone else's strings, All she'd have to do is give up the only thing she has left in her new life. Her self-respect. She's not going to do it. Cynthia must see something her eyes because her eyes start to widen. But before she can act Elizabeth is on her. and pinning her to the wall. There's no use pretending any more that there's nothing wrong, so she drops back to the monotone. "I remember Cynthia, I remember everything." she bluffs "I remember the altar and I remember the bindings, the robes were a nice touch and I might never have realised it was you but you have a very distinctive voice you know, and you had to interrupt didn't you?. Cynthia starts to babble that she doesn't know what you're talking about. Elizabeth ignores the babble and treats it with all the respect Cynthia deserves. None. She stares contemptuously at Cynthia "you always were a terrible liar. I'm surprised it took me this long to figure out. It must have seemed remarkable when I woke up with no memory I remember you were one the first there. Poking and prodding pretending to care asking me what I remembered. Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out eventually?" She doesn't even give Cynthia a moment to react before shoving her hard against the trailers back wall. "I just have some questions, that I'd really like answering, tell me what I want to know and you can walk out of here. Don't and you get to crawl out of here on two broken legs. I'd really like that. I really would." Elizabeth smiles but it's probably not very reassuring as the smile seems to show a few too many teeth. Cynthia seems to give up and starts to cry. Through the tears she says "I'll tell you anything, just-just don't hurt me." Elizabeth pauses for a moment. She has so many questions. Where to begin. "What did you hope to accomplish with your little ritual?" "Why me?" and finally the big one "How do I fix it?" Cynthia goes on babbling "I-I don't know much honest, I-I was just an initiate they didn't tell me much." "One of the senior acolytes explained it to me since I was supposed to be doing the...procuring so to speak, It was a test I think of faith, of commitment. How far would I go to serve? See we... err they had enemies, powerful ones. So the Leader came up with an idea to fight them we needed a weapon, a remorseless killing machine, one who could fight and kill any of them. Supposedly they found this ritual somewhere, it binds a spirit to a human body one of the real nasty ones from the other side. They said it'd be perfect an innocent looking child but with the power and viciousness of the spirits, but much more controllable somehow though I didn't understand how. " "As for why you? you were the best candidate." Cynthia sneers an ugly expression on a normally pleasant face. "The ritual called for a virgin you see, and I immediately thought of you. You were pathetic, a weak willed sack of blubber. I hated you, all you did was complain that none of the guys would have anything to do with you. I used to sit there in classes and listen to you bemoan your fate but you never did anything to change it you just gave up. You never even tried asking them out. I mean really it was pathetic. you were pathetic. No one was going to miss you." "As for how to fix it" Cynthia continues regaining her composure "I can't help you there. This was to be the first ritual I've seen and I've never heard of another one being interrupted." She glances nervously as Elizabeth lets' go of her and moves towards the door carefully as she unlatches it. Elizabeth pauses for a moment she had one more question. "You keep saying we, who's we?" At this point Cynthia freezes utterly "I-I can't say it they'll kill me if I tell to anyone, especially if I tell you." she stutters. Elizabeth opens her mouth again smiling "You just need the right motivation" she says as she steps forward towards Cynthia and with a mighty shove pushes her straight down into the dirt outside. She jumps down next to Cynthia and puts a foot on her neck as Cynthia claws at her already wounded feet. "Wrong answer" she says mildly despite Cynthias best efforts. "Now tell me. what I need to know. Or I'll kill you myself. You said I was a spirit remember a vicious one want me to demonstrate? " She glares at Cynthia it would be so easy to snap that neck. So very easy some dark part of her realises. Cynthia squeals "Ok, Ok, they call them the Squared Circle, the Initiated probably a hundred other names, as well. The world has things in it that cannot be described by science, call it magic call it vodou, hell call it little green men from Mars if you like. But we asked what would happen if we could control this power use it for our own ends. Power is power and we want all of it. Behind the masks. Anyone could be a member... Anyone at all. Even I don't know the only one I know is him, He recruited me The Man in Gray." Elizabeth freezes. It can't be the same man that was following her, can it? Cynthia takes advantage of the distraction and wriggles out from beneath her and runs off into the night. Frustrated Elizabeth roars after her "YOU'D BETTER RUN. I SEE YOU AGAIN YOU'RE DEAD." But there's no response. Elizabeth turns around and goes and sits back at the kitchen table. This can't be true can it, It doesn't make any sense, magic and demons and cults it all sounds so ridiculous. But it makes a certain twisted kind of sense. It explains why she's not normal, why she's a dead thing walking and those urgings, those cravings to hurt people, the thrill of rubbing Cynthia's face into the dirt make perfect sense now. The hunger she'd felt to reduce Bonnie to the same state. It all added up. She sat down amidst the scattered remains of the meal and cried but through her tears she remembered the words of the old priest. Choose what you want to be. She wanted to be normal again. To have a normal life. She needed some way to fix this but how there must be some way any way. 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Jeanine Delacroix Hot -1 Cold: 1 Violatile -1 Dark 2 Harm 2/4 exp: 3/5 Condtions: Touchy, disrespectful "Yeah, that's fair. It'd be disturbing if you took something like that just on faith. Don't have any evidence around me, but I figure you'll find out. But I promised you to tell you what I know, so that's what you get. Even if I can't exactly prove everything. Just be careful around them. And I'll try to get evidence. The situations didn't always lend themselves to it. And I'm not saying they're unthinking. If I'm honest. I like Magdalena. She's determined, assertive and takes no poo poo. I really wish things were different. But she is a danger to the students around her. As to the 'creep'. I talked to him, just before that monster attacked me. He knew of Jamie and Magdalena. He was terrified of them. And Jamie had been luring him towards her and Magdalena. Again, I don't ask you to do anything to them, just on my say-so, but be wary of them." ... I take Luke to auntie's house first. It's a good place to take a little break. It's then I get the message from Jamie. So, she claims she killed Magdalena. No proof of course. I could just ignore it. The pelt has long since stopped being any reliable leash on her though. That last request was more meant to be something to drive a wedge between Magdalena and Jamie than anything else. But the fact that I hold it angers Agwé. That thing is becoming an albatross around my neck, rather than a leash on hers. But perhaps I can get one last use out of it. Just send Toby on it? No. I want to divert attention away from him. Try to get her to confess to the murder, make her go to jail? No, in jail, she would still be a great threat to innocent people, and prisons in America are monstrous enough without me adding monsters to them. Hm.... I have an idea though... Excusing myself from Luke for a moment, I step outside to try to make a call. Takes a bit of time to find his number, but he is after all a "businessman". Wouldn't do for him not to be reached. "Hello Jacques. I am Jeanine. We met at the party yesterday night. And someone hosed with our minds there. I know who it is. Jamie. The girlfriend of Magdalena, who I'm sure you know of. Now I have something of her that I left just near the tomb of Marie Laveau. Little toy dolphin. She's going to go and collect it soon. I'm not going to tell you what to do. But I will tell you one thing. The fat guy that was there as well?. He's dead. Jamie killed him. And I'd wear headphones playing something loud if I were you. You want to bring friends for this perhaps." Manipulate Jacques the craven brute: 2d6 7 What do I need to do to have Jacques, possibly with back up, be at Laveau's tomb to be in ambush for Jamie? Also, mark xp ... After the phone call, I go back in the house, and see Luke looking sheepish at a hole in the wall. He was still a bit angry about Toby and had punched a piece of wall that had given in. It... wasn't where the books that Auntie directed me too were. But there were still books in there. A few decades old, with handwritten notes I read them. Apparently Auntie Angela and Toby's father Walter had paired up to hunt monsters back in the day, against the wishes of Angela's teacher. They had some success. Killing two werewolves and chasing a pack away, binding three ghosts to be guided to Guinée later, dealing with some kind of cult called the Square Circle. They got pretty close. The last letters say they had a falling out. About someone called Marlby. Auntie apparently felt it was too risky. That she had a duty, and couldn't just get herself and those around her killed on him. That sometimes you had to pick your battles. There were a lot of curses about how Ceprien was a stubborn, ungrateful mule. The handwriting was shaky. "There's an envelope here too Oh, these are pictures and..." There is a moment of utter shock as we realize what we're looking at. The woman in these pictures is... Auntie. Hard to recognize but she looks about 18 year old or so. And the other pictures have a family resemblance to Toby. There's pictures of him. And of her... and... together. I partly recognize her because of certain tattoos Auntie has in... less public places. Look, they're nude pictures of my mentor and Toby's father, okay? I wonder if the family resemblance is... NO NO NO NO! I quickly cover the pictures, giving Luke an imperious glare as he had been giving the pictures a good look too. "T... that is personal." Oh Loa, I can hear Auntie laughing at my discomfort. She was a lot more... confident about her looks and... these things in general I put them away. I feel somewhat guilty. She likely didn't want me to find these. But... well... I can't help but think of the picture of those two laying in bed next to each other, and her with that satisfied smile on her face. The heat on my cheeks is kind of getting all over now. And I look at Luke and I'm suddenly aware that we're pretty close to each other and we were both looking at dirty pictures. I look at him, a bit flushing, and I bite my lip, then do my utmost to give him an challenging smile. Turn on Luke: 2d6-1 4 nope, no nookie for Jeanine. She's gonna just have to take that out on Jamie and Maggie and the world at large Also, what did Luke pick for the Turn on roll earlier? Jamie Highight Dark.
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MC posted:Jamie, As you look closer, you see the gibberish of the texts starts to blend together, making new texts that tell as story I call her and tell her everything's all right. I'm with a friend. I might spend the night and can she cover my shift? I'm... afraid of attracting another Hitchcock. Or maybe he has friends or relatives that might want revenge. I segue into how if Tobias or Jeanine ask about me to tell them to give me back those clothes they borrowed. They can leave them with you. Yeah it's code. Sorry to be so weird but they've really betrayed me. I'll be okay. Love you too. Bye. Manipulate Burn: 2d6-1 3 When I'm done with that I'm mad. I want the collar to stay black and blue and purple and yellow and red forever, so people always know how dangerous it is out there for a girl. I want to write on my collarbone that I killed the fucker who gave it to me, and that's the collar is all he gave to me. I text Jeanine again. Something that'll get under her skin, let her know what I think of how she's been treating me. How she treats everyone. "Cut me loose already, tired of dancing for you." I know she'll never give it back. I'll need to take it. Ana knows where it is, so I just need to convince her to take me to it somehow... Shut Down Touchy, Disrespectful Jeanine: 2d6+3 7 Beck notices I haven't been trying on clothes since her last trip and knocks on the door. "Don't like them?" I say I got stuck on the phone, and yeah, the tighter turtlenecks hurt to wear, and the looser ones don't hide my bruises, even though they are all beautiful. I can tell in the mirror that I look frustrated. She gets this determined look on her face and says to give her one last chance. I feel bad, I should be more grateful to her. We got together kind of suddenly, what if she's taken away from me as suddenly as Mags was, too? I feel even more indebted to her when she brings back two perfectly sized pieces both far too elegant for me. One's a white floral lace top, like something a bride would wear, I think. The other's... this. It has these swans, or shadowpuppets, or some kind of totem animals touching heads between my breasts. Becks' added a belt and a skirt to match and I love it, but the outfit's expensive, and I already owe Beck so much. She doesn't take no for an answer. I wear it out of the store, and people don't look at me like a victim anymore. They look at me--both of us, actually, like we're models. We walk out of there arm in arm, and I actually feel untouchable. This dinner... maybe it won't be so bad? When we get back to the car I headbutt her playfully, just like the shadowy swans, and ask her how can I pay her back for the clothes. Turn on Beck: 2d6-1 10 I give Jeanine the Puppeteer condition. Liz, you have to stay safe while we so-called monsters consolidate. Run for your life, or if you're cornered, fight for it. You won't be alone much longer. Highlighting Volatile. slydingdoor fucked around with this message at 05:21 on Jan 3, 2015 |
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Magdalene DuRousseau Hot -1 Cold 2 Volatile 2 Dark -1 Harm 0?/4 Exp 0/5 Conditions: Monster, Terrified, Drained That was nothing like the response I was expecting. I am left feeling more exposed by this mans casual reaction to my un-living nature than I was by my physical nudity. The idea that my situation is not only not unique, but so commonplace an occurrence as to warrant the coroner being prepared for it is...unnerving. I dress silently, wondering how to turn this situation to my advantage. Maybe a man with exposure to the undead and few scruples could be called upon to provide a supply of human flesh? But what currency would he want in return? I look hungrily at the corpse he is working on as the idea begins to form in my mind, but any plan is disrupted by the arrival of Raoul. "I...was just visiting?" Raoul is a good Catholic boy, surely he will not be so blase about the supernatural as this jaded doctor. I must come up with a better lie than that. An appeal to his ego and interest in religious philosophy might help me to deflect further inquiries on his part. "Actually, I was looking for you. I wanted to borrow those books we were talking about yesterday, but I didn't have the chance to speak to you at school. Your workplace is very interesting, it was kind of David here to let me wait for you. I apologize if I have interrupted your work hours, but I can stay with you until you are allowed to leave, and then maybe we could call into your house to collect the books?" I recall he has said that his parents work long, strange hours at a hospital and with the ambulance service, often not returning home for days on end. Once upon a time inviting myself into the home of an unmarried young without a chaperone would have been unthinkable, but today it is not even on my list of broken taboos. "Maybe we could get something to eat on the way? I missed lunch and I am ravenous. I place just enough emphasis on the last word to make it ambiguous enough for Raoul to draw his own inferences. Turn On Raoul: 2d6+2 10 Gain a string on Raoul
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pre:Toby Ceprien Hot 1, Cold -1, Volatile 1, Dark 0 Harm 0/4 Exp 1/5 Conditions: No Manners, Blamed, Drained, Darkest Self Lying through his teeth, and it feels so natural, so right, even as his dad's message of being 'honest' rings through his head once again. Well, so what, he's being as honest as someone like Jamie deserves. He'll find her, sooner or later, with Bernie's help or not. Then she'll get what's coming to her. He does have to bite back a smile when Bernie says he's not holding grudges, like he's some Saint walking the streets. When he gets to his dad's house, he has time to think, once again. How much does he tell Ana? She helped him, he's sure of that, somehow, should he tell her everything? Tell her about Jeanine, too? (noting her text message, but not replying yet - nothing more to say right now) Or keep things from her - what if too much too soon would hurt her? He's not sure what to do exactly, he'll think of it as time comes. One thing he does do while he's here is take a closer look around - for anything his dad might have hidden around the house, hoping to give him when it was Time... and never getting the chance to. And he does find something, in a panel hidden in a wardrobe's floor - a list. A list of names, some scratched out. Most of them have some monstrous signifier alongside them, like 'Silas Bloemfeld, cannibal, wolf-man', but more than a few, including some of the scratched-out-ones just have one word. 'Human'. ...His dad killed humans? Knowing they were human, knowing they weren't monsters? More than that, he had a list of humans to kill? Toby knows he's no Saint, he killed that cop, but he'd never have expected that from his dad, not in a million years - his dad's a better person than him, he knows that. So then... why? Why did he do it? More importantly, Ana can't see this, she'd freak the gently caress out if she ever knew. He replaces it, back under the panel, and heads downstairs to wait. And wait. And wait. And after hours pass with no sign of Ana, he gets the sense she's not coming at all. So... back to the hunt. Back to trying to find Jamie. Taking the list, (stuffed in a pocket, he'll look into it later), he sits by the front door, eyes closed, to try and imagine - what will Jamie do next? Where is she going? Gazing into the Abyss 2d6 8 Give me "Confusing and Alarming", please~ Also, marking XP.
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pre:Anastaise Lumière, the Fae Hot +2, Cold -1, Volatile -1, Dark +1 Harm 0/4 XP 3/5 Selfhugger, Screamer Hold on. I pat myself down: purse, pocket, other pocket, gently caress, that bitch! "Poor Jamie" my rear end, that psycho piece of poo poo stole my goddamn phone! Grrrrnh! And Toby's probably still waiting for me... Toby... no, gently caress, I can't think about Toby right now. I slump back down on the bench for a minute, tryin' to get the images of Mags out of my head, before I'm interrupted by the sound of someone sobbin' off behind me. I round the corner hesitantly, and find... ah, poo poo what was her name again? C something. Cindy? Liz's friend. She's kind of slumped on the ground, like, maybe she tripped and whoa, goddamn, somebody kicked the everlivin' poo poo out of this girl! Her hair is a trainwreck and her cheek is bleedin' pretty badly. "Holy poo poo, are you okay?" I ask, pullin' her up. "Here, jeez, calm down, it's okay..." I wipe some of the blood off her face with my sleeve. Looks like she's mostly just scratched up, doesn't need a hospital or whatever, but I'm thinkin' she shouldn't be walkin' around on that ankle. What the gently caress am I supposed to do? But... I can't panic any more. I'm just too goddamn worn out for this poo poo to count as a crisis. This poo poo is loving mundane. This, I can loving fix. Hell, she probably just needs a shower and a ride home or whatever. Luckily we're pretty close to my house now, so I just wrap her arms around my neck, pick her up and fuckin' carry her there -- she barely weighs a thing; eat a sandwich, girl. Look at that poo poo, I even made a fuckin' joke, go me. Hopefully Mom isn't home yet, 'cause I have no goddamn clue how I'm gonna explain this. Turn on Cynthia: 2d6+3 11 using Intimidated. Taking a string. Highlighting Dark for Mags.
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Anastaise, you make it home, and thank God for small favors. Mom's out. You plop her down on a chair in the kitchen, and she starts bawlin' in earnest. She hugs you while she's crying and, through hiccups and sobs, says, "Thank you, Anna. I always knew you were nicer than Elizabeth said. She's... she's crazy! I heard that something happened to her today, and I went to her place to check on her. You know, bring her some food and stuff. We get to talkin, and she's thinking that I'm some sort of witch. Just attacks me outta nowhere when I say I can't "break the curse" I put on her or something." Now that she's got this off her chest, she's calmed down a lot. She's only wincing when she moves her ankles. What do you do? Jeanine, Luke leans in a little more and whispers, "There's still some time until we need to be at the graveyard. Why don't you let me look at your leg? I know you've been trying to hide it, but you've been limping all day. He's offering to help you with your leg and giving himself to you. At some point, your phone buzzes, and you see it's a message from Jacques. Whenever you look at it, he wants to get back at Maggie too, so you'll have to guarantee both of them show up. What do you do? Jamie, in a completely innocent voice, Rebecca says, "Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something." She opens the door for you and gives you a wicked smile. What do you do? Magdalene, the doctor, apparently seeing a chance to kill two birds with one stone, tells Raoul to take off early and go home. He starts to protest, saying that he's still working. The doctor says, "Don't need any more paperwork shuffled around tonight. Leave that for the graveyard shift." Raoul looks uncomfortable with the idea, but he opens the door for you and gestures for you to head through. He shudders as you pass, and you feel the warmth from his body down here in the cold, sterile morgue. As Raoul walks you out, the doctor mutters something about youth being wasted on the young. As the two of you walk and talk, he doesn't really have the money to get something at a restaurant, but he offers to cook something when you get back to his house. You're thinking you'll pass. After all, the Hunger has found something MUCH more satisfying. Across the street, you see Jamie walking out of a boutique towards a limo. She's with the girl from the party last night, asking, "How can I pay you back for the clothes?" The girl says something you can't make out and opens the door for Jamie, smiling wickedly. After you came back to your senses in the morgue, you took a look at the time. You figure you were probably "dead" for... oh two, three hours. Tops. What do you do? Elizabeth, you take a moment and dive into the Mind's memories. You have it caged for now, but you still have to brace yourself. It's just so... cold. Your classmates have sometimes said that you're a bit cold or distant, but this isn't remotely human. You shuffle through the memories of the previous night, and you seize on one. Jeanine crying and kneeling over the corpse of the woman who brought you back. That's a good place to start. And last night the Mind had marked her as someone who was worth keeping an eye on. If she was a witch, maybe she knew more about this cult group. You disengage with the Mind, mentally exhausted, but the night is young. What do you do? She's going to give you Needy and Monster. Toby, Bernie texts you, mentioning that she's ok, but she wants the clothes that you and Jeanine borrowed from her. Does that mean anything to you? Also, she's still mad at the two of you. Any idea what that's about? That sets your mind to thinking. She was, as your dad would have said, in a state when she left. She'd have to get new things. Either from where she lived (Bouvier's) or bought them (from the nearby stores?) Your instincts say that she would have just gotten something new. Great. She's running around in the Markets downtown. You peek out the window before you exit. There's a cop outside, sitting in a car, waiting for you to come home. While the school might have lost their records, apparently the cops didn't. What do you do? Capfalcon fucked around with this message at 22:47 on Jan 3, 2015 |
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MC posted:Jamie, in a completely innocent voice, Rebecca says, "Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something." She opens the door for you and gives you a wicked smile. What do you do? I know that look, that sharp toothed smile. She's insatiable, just like... Mags... the grief washes over me again and I slump into the car seat. I can't swing my legs into the car, I feel so heavy. It's too much, I'm weeping. I set myself up for this, trying to forget, trying to put on a new fake pelt and feel like someone else. It's just like what keeps happening to all the Dry Kingdom selkies who dare to live by the shore: the waves return to swallow their petty things. My grief is a force of nature. Time slows down, I can't stop crying, my palms fill up with tears. Then something shocks me out of it: I hear whispers from the pools, the voice of Amphitrite Salacia, queen of saltwater. She reminds me how the dolphin was the Emissary that brought her and her husband together, that they exalted and made the first angel. She made it a sin to shoot the messenger, or deny them passage wherever they needed to go, and told them all the secrets of the sea, where all things flowed in the end. She's been watching me, and telling me the secrets of the women I loved. But she wants to offer me more. Freedom from pain and rejection, and the power to carry out my will. Her will. Our will. I take her on it, and drink from the bitter cup. When I'm finished, Beck is bending over me, concern all over her beautiful face. I blink away tears and try to smile. I fail. Over her shoulder, I see Mags in the distance. "I'm sorry... I'm seeing things. Over there, she looks just like her. It can't be..." Is this the power of Amphitrite? "Mags!" I get up and call her name, my hands on Beck's strong shoulders for support. I don't care if I sound crazy. If there's any chance she survived. Shut Down Beck: 2d6+2 11 Beck loses a string on me. quote:Soul Debt
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Elizabeth Anderson, the Hollow Hot -1 Cold -1 Volatile 2 Dark 1 Harm 0/4 Exp 3/5 Conditions: Crybaby Needy, Monster, Drained. Elizabeth's eyes open. She knows now what the little voice she's been hearing the past few days is. The spirit, the demon, the loa, call it what you will. She communes with it. Within her mind she feels it, the rage the frustration. It seems it has as little desire to bound to her as she does to be bound to it. She speaks to it, although how much it understands she is unsure, "I don't like this anymore than you do. I want you out almost as much as you want to be out. But if we're going to get what we want we need to work together." She feels a pulse of helpless rage, as the spirit tests the bars of it's cage only to find them as strong as ever. Grudgingly the demon gives up the fight for now. and the voice whispers "very well." Suddenly she keels over sideways as the spirit showers her with memories. It can't show her everything but it can show her last night. She watches as the spirit shows her everything that happened. She sees Rebecca do something to her to make her submit, she sees the demon take over, she watches as it has it's revenge on it's would be killer only to be thwarted at the final blow by Toby. She watches as it picks up the traitorous Cynthia and helps her from the park, as it speaks to the police using her voice. As it stalks the streets in search of Jeanette, As it allows Toby to die in front of her, As Toby rises from the dead and chases his killer. As she pursues Jaime only to witness Toby's revenge. Which now makes a lot more sense. She understands wanting to kill someone who killed you. And she sympathises. She comes out of the reverie to find herself slumped on the chair and with head pounding. She has one hell of a headache, but that doesn't matter, there's someone out there that could be able to help her. Jeanette. She staggers to her feet she still feels a little woozy and tired but the voice whispers in her head "Let me help," and the pain, well doesn't fade exactly but seems like it is somehow further away, like something is dulling it for now. Now all she needs to do is find her. She looks inward to the Loa and asks it Do you have any idea where she can be? I don't feel like wandering the streets of New Orleans blind in our condition. She feels the Demon strain it's senses as it smells the night air, and hears the whispers on the breeze.... Searching fo Jeanette (gaze): 2d6+1 6
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