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LupusAter posted:Mekhistos You are woken up in the middle of the night by someone pounding on the door to your home. Opening it, you interrupt an infrequent acquaintance of yours in mid knock.  It's Nick the Greek. A small time corner runner for one of the three largest crime families in Valitnia. "Heeeeeeey man. Glad you're up. Your astynomía, your p pinched our shipment of yellow sunshine. But you. You're the man. You can hook us up, yah? This is a big opportunity for me. It could be my ticket to the top. You help me here, and I'll let the big bosses know who saved our asses by making us 500 kilos of acid." Nick the Greek peers around your tall frame curiously. "Hey, you know, I ain't never been in your house before. Nice digs, hey, how about you show me around since we're going to be partners and all. I want to see where you're going to make it." You are at a fabulous party. The sort of thing you attend several times a week to socialize and cut deals with your fellow CEOs. "So, godling, what do you think of the party?"  You turn and find yourself face to face with the former head of AtlantiComm. "Oh, yes, I know what you are. I can smell it all over you. That explains how you managed to outmaneuver me and sweep Motoroza out of my hands. I should have figured it out sooner really, but when you're a few centuries old it gets hard to keep track of all the new blood. You should join us. We're more powerful than you know. Toe the line over the Motoroza deal and I'll introduce you around to the real powers and dominions. What do you say? Buddies?" He offers you his hand and smiles threateningly. DivineCoffeeBinge posted:Sygyzy, God Of Telecommunication Masie keeps her computer in a closet ever since you started manifesting out of it. You hear the front door slam shut and then she slams the closet door open too. At least as much as you can slam a closet door. She looks like she's had a bad day at work. "I can't believe you're still here! You've been living in my closet all week! When are you going to do something? Shouldn't you be out, I don't know, blessing the faithful or cursing stupid CEOs? The least you could do is help pick up a bit. Yes, I know you don't have hands, but you're a god. Figure it out!" You ask her what happened at work today and she seems to deflate. "I really thought I was going to get the promotion to CTO, but they brought in some stupid male monkey in a suit to do it. Didn't even have the decency to tell me themselves. I only found out when I saw him moving his stuff into his office. And moving his compute out. Jerk says all he needs is his stupid smartphone." Valhawk posted:Marcus Seward It's just another normal day at work. You're not sure why you still bother coming in, habit you guess. Except today, something interesting happens. A stranger is walking towards your managers office but stops beside you to ask the time.  "Really? That early? I've got time then thanks." Nobody else seems to have noticed, but it's immediately obvious to you that the guy has a pistol in a shoulder holster, hidden by his suit. Even when he smiles and thanks you, his eyes are empty and dead and look right though as if you don't matter. As if nothing matters to him. He detours towards the men's restroom. AJ_Impy posted:Eliam, God of Little Jana came home in tears today. It seems her teacher at the religious school her parents send her to told her she was going to go to hell for getting her ears pierced. But what's that to you? You thrive on such hypocrisy. You know for a fact that the teacher has more than piercing and takes the visible ones out before going to school. Do you care at all about the teenager who understands you far too well? I am Communist posted:Jonathan E. Stryfe You arrive home to find that your front door has been kicked in. Sitting ramrod straight in the least comfortable chair in your living room is some sort of soldier. If you'd paid more attention to dad, you might know what kind.  "You really shouldn't ignore your father's calls. One of these days he's going to let me kill you. Gal Gadot will be giving a speech at the university tomorrow. He wants you to kill her. He is not amused by her movie. All the information you need is in a folder in the kitchen." Rhjamiz posted:Veränderung - The Fifth Column, the Revolutionary, the Freedom Fighter Behind you, a hospital. A children's hospital. It'll take another hour to fully evacuate. To your left, the smoking hole left by one of your friend's getting hit with a rocket. To your right, the surviving members of a desperate last stand. In front of you, twice your number of soldiers; and is that a tank you hear rumbling closer?  Yes, yes it is. Deadmeat5150 posted:
You wandered into a fancy hotel or convention or something. The door guard didn't care enough to stop you. Neither did the private security. If you were paying more attention, you might have noticed that the second layer of private security were armed with assault rifles. They didn't care enough to stop you either. Now you're in a fancy ballroom or something with lots of fancily dressed people. Some of them look like they might want to chase you out for being so shabbily dressed, but hey, you're here now and the food is... okay... you guess. It's hard to get worked up about, but it may be just the slightest bit better than what you usually eat. You can see Barbed Tongues' character, Tariq al-Masayir. He doesn't look happy about who he is talking with. You can also see Shogeton's character Edea Mater. Shogeton posted:Edea Mater You are at a fabulous party. The sort of thing you are invited to several times a week to socialize and cut deals with your fellow CEOs, but rarely attend. Today, you were invited by the head of Enronm to discuss the possibility of establishing a number of offshore drilling rigs right outside one of the busiest commercial ports in the world. The potential for disaster is incredibly high. You are distracted by an unusual sight though. Something you haven't seen in a long, long time. Almost a dozen gods and goddesses gathered in one place. One of them is dressed like a beach bum. You recognize the god of cruelty talking to another god you don't recognize. Cruelty, you know, is almost as old as you, and his strength has seemed to only increase over the centuries, unlike most gods. You might recognize some of the other gods in attendance, up to you.
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Milton "Wally" Simmons Milton thoughtfully chewed a chilled prawn and drank a scotch and soda from a solo cup. Not they served drinks in solo cups at a posh gathering like this. More the sort of place that would turn up the nose at the thought of it. But Milton always seemed to have a solo cup when he needed one, so he ordered his drink from a bartender that barely seemed to notice him and dumped into the familiar red plastic. The prawn, though, was thoroughly average. He stared at the uncomfortable looking middle eastern man, watched him shuffle his feet uneasily. Whoever he was talking to must make him very nervous. Milton wondered why so he threaded his way over to the two, leaving a mostly eaten prawn on the tray on a passing server. Neither of them noticed him at first, which was par for the course when it came to him, until he spoke up. "Dude," he said to the the older man. "There's something in your eye." Just playing off the picture of the evil EA eyes. 
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Edea Mater Edea mater thought it rather annoying. She tried to avoid these face to face matters. Being surrounded by all of these useless born-rich parasites makes it that much harder to hide her contempt for them.She'd grown somewhat accustomed to it, but it still took some effort. "I think you've picked the right time. The current administration is very eager to see more jobs created. I don't expect the EPA to do more than a perfunctionary check." That's Cruelty there. He's big in the media these days A lot of communication. We don't really intersect all that much. "I'll take precautions of course. I wouldn't want you to have to suffer another PR nightmare. But I should be able to remain within the normal budgetary limits." And there is Beauty, showing off the latest from her clothing line. Not very original for her to go into fashion and modeling, but she seems to do well enough at least. "We're looking into some cutting edge technology that should cut months of the construction time. Automotization should reduce the chance of human error causing any harm." And that music. I know that song and, yes, that is one of the Muses playing the piano there. Which probably means that the CEO of Divine Records is here as well. As far as gods go, she was actually a relatively little fish in this pond. Plenty of gods manage to find their niche in this human society, and get to the top. She supposed it satisfied them to rule over mankind, even if they had to pretend to be among them. If she played harder, if she had tried to keep the oil to themselves, maybe she could have gotten one of those 'top seats' herself. But that was never what she was about. Of course, it meant that those gods might very well object to her projects. Preferring to live as a king in this luxurious world, rather than a god in the wilderness. "Ms. Mater?" Why are so many of them here today? Considering the high levels they're working on, it's not that unusual for them to cross paths, but is this a scheme of someone? Or is Fate perhaps spinning something. Not to mention her powers that are returning." "Ms. Mater?" She blinked. She'd gotten distracted. She chided herself silently and put a finger at the side of her head. "I'm sorry Mr Chandler. I was...." She looked for an excuse. "just wondering about the figure there. Is he some kind of new IT-CEO that's flaunting his status?" She looked at the slovenly figure that is currently interfering with... oh dear. Shogeton fucked around with this message at 16:47 on Dec 17, 2017 |
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Jonathan E. Stryfe - His Apartment, Atlantica City "The gently caress-" Jon went from being slightly pissed to completely pissed. Some kind of armyman. In his own living room! DAD. He knew before the solider had even started to speak. When the man delivered his message -and empty threat- Jon smoothed over the jagged edges of his anger before he lost control. He could make this man walk out the balcony window, pick a fight with gravity so to speak. But then dad would send more. "I'm busy with my own poo poo. Just like 'father'. He of all people should appreciate that." Jon poured himself a drink from the open kitchen. Watching the solider. "He wants me to kill an actress... WHY? For acting in a non-flattering movie that Hollywood made based on the work of comic book nerds? Why stop at the woman? Couldn't he blow up Warner Brothers and DC comics?" Jon said exasperatedly and then thought for a moment. This guy was just a tool of his father, he couldn't call off the hit as much as he could make the woman a target. "Never mind. Forget it. On the table? Fine. Get out." Jon waved the soldier out and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed his dad's number. Voicemail. Jon dialed again. Voicemail. Again. John dialed one more time...it rang and- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77R1Wp6Y_5Y  Jon is calling his dad, Ares has Jon's attention now. Does he answer?!
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Tariq al-Masayir, the Novus Fortuna Fate Points = 0AtlantiComm CEO posted:"What do you say? Buddies?" He offers you his hand and smiles threateningly. Tariq takes a step backward at the look in the man's eyes. No. This was something entirely more than a man. Dangerous. Something clicked inside Tariq, an awareness that had been bubbling inside his consciousness for some months now, but had not yet expressed itself. It broke loose. The hand thrust toward him seemed to glow in his eyes. A lens-flare that caused Tariq to squint until his vision focused. A watch.  Emerald cufflinks.  Symbols of material wealth. Tariq's instincts kicked back in. He'd been caught flat-footed in deals before. New information that forced a change in strategy, in tact. He put on his best diplomatic face. "I assure you there was nothing personal in the decision, though I suspect my instincts would tell me to take it personally were our roles reversed." His words betrayed his euro-learned accent, unlike the Atlantican dialect of his unexpected conversation partner. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person." Small talk, pleasantries, stalling.  Accept no deals yet, but neither dismiss them either. "What do you mean by Godli..." Wally posted:"Dude," he said to the the older man. "There's something in your eye." The interruption was quite a relief. Utilizing Royal Diplomat (+2) in an attempt to stall from making a commitment to the ex-AtlantiComm CEO while coming to terms with this new information. Barbed Tongues fucked around with this message at 02:27 on Dec 17, 2017 |
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Sygyzy, God Of Telecommunication "You know, for a High Priestess you're not very respectful," mutters Sygyzy - without heat, or anger. If anything he actually seems amused. He is, after all, supposedly a fairly light-hearted God; he's read the Scriptures that say so, and he's trying to fit them. "And besides, what makes you think I'm not pitching in? You streamed half a season of that baking show you like last night and you didn't lag out once, right?" The faintly-glowing, translucent image that Sygyzy has chosen as his avatar stands and stretches - not that he needs to, but it's the thing to do, what with trying to set Maisie at ease and all. Mortal men and women are strange to him - stranger than data transmission, at least, which is really quite straightforward once you know your stuff - but now that he's Manifested, he's probably going to have to spend time around them. Why does he feel like Manifested deserves a capital letter? Well, he supposes he's always had an interesting relationship with capitalization. At any rate, he's trying, that seems to be the point. Once Maisie's had her moment of deflation and explained what's really bothering her, Sygyzy brightens a bit. No, seriously, he literally gets a few lumens brighter. "Oh, that's easy; we'll just - well, I'll just, really - make sure he doesn't get any of the info he needs. That's the thing about smartphones, they drop packets like nobody's business if I decide they do. Plus they're always coming out with new ones and the networking updates, well, they never seem to go smoothly, do they? Oh, plus I can always redirect a whole bunch of porn his way by messing with his network settings." There's a pause. "'Course, that would mean I'd have to stop him from knowing stuff that could hurt the company until he gets fired. Would you be okay with that? I'm only really used to doing this sort of thing because I feel like it, not because I'm trying to actually accomplish anything. Accomplishing things is new for me. Where's the, you know, the whimsy in it? "I'll tell you what," the God continues, "I can do this thing, If you're okay with it, I mean. But we're seriously going to have to work on spreading the faith a bit - with a nice solid consistent message this time - or else I'm going to just end up haunting your computer and bugging you for a while. Whatcha think?" DivineCoffeeBinge fucked around with this message at 03:25 on Dec 17, 2017 |
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Mekhistos Acid. The slang name for Ω-triptamycinic acid, a nifty little hallucinogen Mekhistos had created when his powers first started returning, inspired by the stuff the oracles of Akadaimo used to communicate with the gods. "Nick, a quick word of advice if we're going to be partners: you may be good at selling the stuff, but you are rubbish when it comes to making it. Half a ton of acid would be enough supply for this whole continent, and extremely impractical to store to boot. We'll make 25 kilos of it, and it will be enough to cover the city for a couple of months. Besides, it doesn't do to store the product for longer than that, starts losing potency."  Mekhistos steps away from the threshold, inviting Nick inside. "While I appreciate your belief in my abilities, I could use another pair of hands. Follow me." He leads Nick to a room downstairs, where small purplish mushrooms grow in stacked pellets. "Put mask and gloves on, and only do what I tell you to do. Don''t touch anything unless instructed. The work will take most of the night, then it has to crystallize for a couple hours, so I think that you'll have a sample by tomorrow at noon." Using Drugs[+2] and Extremely Skilled Chemist[+4] to make the batch while teaching Nick proper procedure and rites.
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Edea Mater Fate Points = 0 The Enronm exec glanced at Wally then shrugged apathetically. "Who cares? But that's Chris Savage he's talking to. Now there's a man who knows how to make a profit." The Enronm continuous admiringly. "I hear he fires anyone who doesn't work at least 50 hours a week. I wish we could do that. Well, we do out on our oil rigs, but you know what I mean." Tariq al-Masayir, the Novus Fortuna Fate Points = 0 Milton "Wally" Simmons Fate Points = 0 Tariq has almost clasped hands with the former CEO of AtlantiComm when Wally draws his attention away. The former CEO of AtlantiComm's hand falls, and as he turns to face Wally, a sense of foreboding falls away from Tariq and onto Wally. For the first time since he walked out of his job, Wally feels in focus. He really notices all the people in the room talking about "that disgracefully scruffy stranger." Without blinking, the man pokes his finger into his eye and rubs it all around. "Thank you for letting me know little boy. Now take your plastic cup and run along. Your betters have important things to talk ... wait!" He leans in close to Wally until their noses almost touch and then sniffs audibly. Straightening and ostentatiously straightening his emerald studded cufflinks he says with a touch of wonder in his voice. "Another new godling? And you've brought yourself right into my home. How wonderful. What are you the divinity of? Scruffiness?" Marcus Seward Fate Points = 0 The man smiles, a shockingly white and meaningless smile. "What am I going to do? I'm going to finish pissing here, and then I'm going to walk down to you're manager's office and but a bullet through his brain. And you, you're going to walk back to your desk like nothing happened." He zips his pants back up and as he's turning you can feel him reaching for his gun. You aren't in the least bit surprised when you find it pointing at you. "Or you're going to join him. I prefer not to kill people I haven't been paid to, but if you start a panic it'll make my life harder and then I'll feel compelled to make yours shorter. So don't do that." Jonathan E. Stryfe - His Apartment, Atlantica City Fate Points = 0 "Hello son. So good of you to call your loving father. You should get in touch more often." For the god of war, Ares can be one patronizing son of a bitch when he wants to be. "How has your day been?" Ball's in your court. Sygyzy, God Of Telecommunication Fate Points = 0DivineCoffeeBinge posted:"You know, for a High Priestess you're not very respectful," Maisie brightens up at your offer of help, but is already shaking her head no before you finish. "You're right, it's not very whimsical. If you could find some way to make him regret being a self-centered idiot without screwing over everyone else there that'd be great! You know I can't spare any more time on your faith than I already do. Not without losing my job and being unable to pay for my nephew's education. Your 'church' royalties don't bring in that much money. I'd be happy to help if you can keep me solvent."
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Sygyzy, God Of Telecommunication Fate Points = 0quote:Half-jokingly she retorts: "You know, for a divine being, you're not very useful." A very slight pause, and then Sygyzy chuckles quietly. "Well, that's true. But hey, you're one of the people whose faith created and sustains me, so really, it's at least a little bit your fault, Maisie." This was a well-known trait of Sygyzy's amongst his "faithful" - he was an inveterate smartass, but he was willing to poke fun at himself if it was warranted. The Parable of the Dropped Call reflected as much. At any rate, he ponders it a bit more. "Less self-centered, huh? I'll see what I can do. But when you cash in that paid time off and take that trip to the tropics you keep thinking about, you're gonna set aside a day to do some preaching. I mean, it's only fair. Besides, the more people who embrace the faith," and here he pointedly does not add 'such as it is,' which is pretty well understood by all and sundry at this point, "the more powerful I'll get and the better bennies I can hook you up with down the road." Having made this pronouncement, Sygyzy starts to pace back and forth while adopting an expression of thoughtfulness, just as he did in the Parable of the Mischievous Router. He doesn't need to, but according to the Canon he's supposed to, which in practice sort of means he needs to. Until he has a broader pool of belief to draw strength from, he figures it's probably safest to meet expectations. As his Divine Power begins to manifest, his form takes on a bluish sheen for a moment... Going to use Telecommunications [+2] to give this new CTO the Curse of Graciousness - that is to say, he will find his network connectivity spotty and disobedient unless and until he does something nice and gracious, such as complimenting the work of one of his subordinates or paying someone a sincere compliment, at which point his network access will be restored for the next few hours. This shouldn't interfere with his company too badly - if he's in the office someone can always run over to his office to tell him what needs fixing, and Sygyzy will be kind enough to ensure that any business-critical communications get through (well, business-critical to Sygyzy's POV, which means anything having to do with the company's network infrastructure), but it will definitely inconvenience anyone who's as clearly glued to his smartphone as this dude seems to be. How long it takes the guy to figure it out is anyone's guess, mind... You know what, given the various smartass remarks being tossed around between he and his High Priestess, I think I'll also have Sygyzy tap into his drawback of No One Takes Him Seriously for an additional +2, because I think it's fitting and also because I'm not familiar with the mechanic and trying it will be the best way to get comfortable with it. 
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Edea Mater "Hah, well, I suspect that in the future, people will become very aware that if you don't work, you don't eat, and there's no such thing as a free lunch." She says with some smile in her voice. Putting some hints of truth in with made the bullshit flow out easier. "It seems our little party-crasher has managed to get Savage's full attention. Not really a blessing. I've had some dealings with the man. His family name suits him well. He definitely plays hardball. She looked at the man that Savage had been talking to before. "I'm not familiar with the bearded gentleman who Mr. Savage was talking to. Platinum Coast origin I believe? I've done quite a bit of work there myself, but I don't think I'm familiar with him."
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Milton "Wally" Simmons Milton felt suddenly aware that people were noticing him and that made him rather uncomfortable. Why that was, he couldn't say. "Scruffy? While an excellent name for a dog or a janitor Im sorry to say that you appear most uninformed about the latest fashion trends coming from overseas. It's called Ébouriffé, and basically it means I don't give a tiny tonker about what you might think. So why dont you go take a flying gently caress at a rolling donut while I continue drinking from my plastic cup." Where the gently caress did that come from? Milton hadn't had an outburst like that in a long time. It felt, not so great actually. Like it actually went against the grain of who he was now. Well whatever, at least he knew how to vanish to those around him, even if it did take some effort. Apathy +2 to make the other party-goers stop caring about him again, but Really Lazy +2 because it requires more effort than he'd like.
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Tariq al-Masayir, the Novus Fortuna Fate Points = 0 Tariq averts his gaze from the pair, half of him uninterested in what was going to happen next between Savage and the uncouth one. The other half of him breathed a sigh of relief that the AtlantiComm executive was focused on ... who was it? No matter. Time for a drink. He ordered something fancy, pleased that the bartender enjoyed the challenge. "Thank you."  Drink in hand, he collected his thoughts near the piano and its charming musician. Watching her work was calming, letting the music settle over him from a respectful distance was a reprieve.  He smiled back when she glanced at him, raising his drink in an appreciative salute. Small flashes of insight continued to spark across his vision, her necklace, her earrings. He'd always been good at appraisals, able to spot the fakes and forgeries among the street markets of the cities he visited. But this was something more. Godling. "I'm going bloody insane." He followed his muttered epithet with two hard gulps, finishing up his cocktail - glancing side-wise at the nearest other party goer, a raven-haired woman with keen eyes and a impressive strength of personality, an Enronm exec at her side. (Not resisting the Divine apathy.) Barbed Tongues fucked around with this message at 02:28 on Dec 18, 2017 |
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Edea Mater "Ah, it looks like he is getting out of that particular little spat. Do you mind if I briefly make an acquaintance? I will have some estimates in your mailbox by Tuesday morning. " She politely disengaged from the conversation. She had most of the details needed. And to be honest, the Enronn man was really, really dull. Now she wondered what Cruelty had been so interested in with the Bearded Platinum coast man. She noticed he'd scoped her out too. She nodded at the bartender. "Some Helladian wine if you have it." She looked at the bearded man. "That was quite a scene there. I don't believe we've met. Edea Mater, CEO of Mater mining."
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Tariq al-Masayir, the Novus Fortuna Fate Points = 0 "Tariq al-Masayir." He waits a tick to add his company name. "Novus Fortuna. I think we both got outbid for that fracking contract in the Jeddah wastes last quarter. Or did you win it in the end?" It was nice to get back to business talk. Though... there's something about her as well. This time he doesn't hesitate in politely offering his hand with the introduction. His head tilts in the direction of Savage, but he doesn't actually look that way. "Yes - I'm up to my ears in the AtlantiComm split. People are mobilized, naturally, but I'm surprised one of the hoi polloi managed to get an invitation here. Still, it saved me from an awkward conversation. Perhaps I owe the protester one, all things considered." He gently plucks a champagne flute from a passing server. "Regardless, it's a lovely venue tonight. The piano player is simply enchanting." 
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Edea Mater "Aaah, Novus Fortuna. I did see that name poking out all over the place. Well, good to meet you. And I'm afraid I also missed out on that one. Between us, I think it was a bit of a family arrangement there. Shame, but we've managed to find work elsewhere. The advantage of specialization is that within your own area, you do get a reputation." She nods at the mention of the split issue. "Aaah, I read something about that. Hah, be careful with that. Mr. Savage and I have had some dealings in the past, and he's not a good man to make an enemy of. A terribly creative mind at times. Fortunately, we're in different branches, so I don't tend to get in his way. As to the protesters, it's quite refreshing to have someone else be the target. I'm afraid I have to deal with them on a somewhat regular basis." "And yes, the piano player is quite lovely. She used to be even better if you can believe it."
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LLSix posted:Behind you, a hospital. A children's hospital. It'll take another hour to fully evacuate. To your left, the smoking hole left by one of your friend's getting hit with a rocket. To your right, the surviving members of a desperate last stand. In front of you, twice your number of soldiers; and is that a tank you hear rumbling closer?  Veränderung - FP: 0 He held his rifle close, pressed against the broke pile of rubble that separated him from the forces of the Regime. He looked both left and right, to his surviving militants on either side, nodding to each in turn. "You see how they fear us, brothers? Twice our number, and a tank besides. And they are right to fear us, for we have the strength of righteousness on our side!" He pointed his rifle over the rubble without bothering to aim, spraying a burst to give the oncoming soldiers pause. "Today we are tested, my brothers. Will give your lives to the cause? Or will you perish like dogs?" He drew his knife from its sheath. "Long live the fighters!" Then he was over the wall, his rifle singing. Using Revolution [+2] to bless our defiant charge against the forces of the Regime. Veränderung is going after the tank himself while his fighters will focus on the infantry.
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Jonathan E. Stryfe - His Apartment, Atlantica City Jon wiped his hand over his face. "Alright dad. Your man got my attention. I know you're not so petty as to snuff out movie actors who dont even know you exist. Remember that Hercules and Xena show from the 1990s? They got it all wrong too and you didn't murder the cast." Jon knew Ares could messily kill literally anyone or just cause another massive riot in some civil unrest. Cops vs rioters. People got hurt all the time. "It's a bit overkill having me murder a civilian anyway when you have pawns willing to do it. I have resources of my own now and I'm finally tasting some success." Jon paused slightly nervous. "I tried your training program when I was a kid and it wasn't helping. The real world has taught me alot. So what do you really want?"
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Tariq al-Masayir, the Novus Fortuna Fate Points = 0 "Yes... creative." Tariq hides the discordance of the descriptor with a sip of champagne. "I'm not quite used to his style, I suppose. Do you know much about his history? I thought AtlantiComm was founded in the fifties. But he confided something about centuries of corporate connections. It was... confusing. Or perhaps the jet lag is getting to me." He unconsciously blinked a few times, remembering the icons in Savage's eyes. This isn't jet lag. Tariq's voice drops to a more conspiratorial whisper on the matter of the piano player. "Don't tell me she was in an accident of some sort?" He snuck another look in her direction, his curiosity a balm to his other thoughts.
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Edea Mater "Oh no, nothing like that. She simply used to be adored. Musicians from all over looking to her for inspiration. She really drew energy out of that. But you know how people are. Fickle. Always looking for a fresh taste. Now she's here, trying to see if she can revive that magic, get the attention from them." Edea shakes her head. "It's sad, but there's a lesson to be learned. You cannot expect people to remain with you. If you want to be relevant, you need to take the initiative. Either you change yourself, or you change the world. I know which one I've picked." She mostly talked like that to think about what to do with the centuries thing. "As to his remarks, hm, well, it wouldn't be polite for me to speculate. Did he say anything else out of the orginary?" Was Cruelty just giving away the game here to this guy to intimidate him into a business deal? That was not really his style, usually. Shogeton fucked around with this message at 04:49 on Dec 18, 2017 |
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Tariq al-Masayir, the Novus Fortuna Fate Points = 0 "He... Well." How to make sense of it. "He accused me of divine intervention in pick-pocketing Motoroza out from under him. Offered to introduce me to the the real powers and dominions... I assume of Atlantica City." Tariq shrugs, naming the catch. "If I toe the line on the web privatization ruckus. He said that my kind of 'new blood' could learn a lot from his kind of old guard." He sighs, finishing up his champagne. "Maybe I should take him up on it. People are bound to think we're in bed together anyway, I suppose. But, I don't know..." He hedges before deciding to confess to the fellow CEO. "For some reason I get the feeling that he wanted AtlantiComm to be broken apart. That the layoffs and lost pensions and stock market dip - as if they all benefited him somehow. I just don't quite see the how of it, yet. Until I figure that out, I'm hesitant."
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Edea Mater "Be careful with letting what people think determine your actions. It can become a habit. Before you know it, for all your power, you are dancing to the tune of the masses.But of course, going against them has its price as well." She sighs. "Follow and you are just a follower, go your own path and you are alone and weak. Tale as old as time, isn't it?" She looked him over, as if trying to spot something. "He used those words on you? Hm. Tell me, besides this party, how have your last weeks and months been? Have you felt more... in sync with the world before? In a way that you didn't get used to?" She took a sip of wine. "I should probably be wary about talking, if he wants to tell you about what I suspect. He'll be quite annoyed if I ruin his surprise. And it's not what I need really." She was thoughtful about his choice. "Now, he's powerful. In many ways. To go along with him might be easier. It depends on you I suppose. If I might ask a... bold question, Mr. al-Masayir. What do you stand for? Not in a vague 'we all share the same values' kind of way. When the chips are down, what matters? Before you decide what to do about his offer, you should answer that question. Not to me, though I am ravenously curious, but mostly for yourself."
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Veränderung - FP: 0 The Commander of the Nuradan Central Government's tank had his hatch open, the better to pick Veränderung's revolutionaries out from the rubble of what used to be a village. With his first shot, Veränderung made him pay for bravery. The bullet tore through his throat and he collapsed forward, blood fountaining down the front of the turret. Without their commander to spot for them, the tank crew were limited in what they could see through the scratched glass of the tank's decades old sights. The tank's first shot fell far short of Veränderung, blowing a hole in the ground the tank lumbered into and then back out of, still coming on. The next shot went wide, somewhere. Before they could get a third shot off, Veränderung had leaped onto the tank. Yanking the former tank commander out through his still open hatch, Veränderung slithered inside. A few bloody seconds later, the tank ground to a halt. The professional rebel the only man still living inside it. Inspired by his example, the over rebels fired wildly as they charge into knife range and the government conscripts, who'd been trained to face bullets, not cold steel, abandoned their positions and ran. Eliam, God of Young Jana acted with all the typical impetuosity of a teenager. By the end of the next school day, half the students knew about her teacher's piercings. The evening after that, it was the talk of the PTA, many of whom had piercings of their own. The miasma of hypocritical rage was a sweet apertif to Eliam. The way things were headed, the teacher would likely be fired soon. Meanwhile, Jana was surprised that the accusations were true, or at least, had worked either way. She now trusts Eliam just a little bit and is wondering what other useful secrets he might know. Sygyzy, God Of Telecommunication Fate Points = 1You gain a FP for invoking your foible and your action is evaluated at +4 (2 from your quality and 2 from foible). It turns out that the CTO is not a nice man. Not at all. As best Sygyzy can tell from checking on his curse, the CTO's phone hasn't worked once all week. Maisie says she's having a heard time not laughing where he can hear her after suggesting that he should try being nice to his phone. Everyone knows electronics don't handle being banged against the desk so much well. He's on his third phone know, which pretty neatly eliminates any possibility she could be sabotaging it. All really critical information is being transmitted over sneakernet (face-to-face); which means most of the senior staff has been treated to his increasingly unpleasant personality. Its only a matter of time before he takes his temper out on the wrong person and the company is looking for a new CTO again. Marcus Seward FP = 0 "I don't know how you know so much about this gun seeing as how I just bought it today (true). You didn't tell me not to kill your manager though, so let's make a deal." He flips the gun around and offers it to you. "You shoot your manager and I'll split my fee with you. What do you say?" Milton "Wally" Simmons FP = 1 The suits face gets more and more purple with suppressed rage until he looks more like a grape than a person as Wally shouts crudely at him. He raises his hand to backhand you and then looks around puzzled. He storms right past, flipping a serving tray full of champaign over on a server as he thunders out of the room, still swinging his head back and forth as if looking for someone. The rest of the room seems uninterested in you now. You are free to wander off or enjoy the free food. You gain a FP for invoking your foible and have successfully apathied Cruelty into leaving the area. Jonathan E. Stryfe - His Apartment, Atlantica City "Ho, ho, ho." The god of war chuckles genially. "I'm pleased you're starting to grow up a bit. You saw through the first gambit, although you underestimate how much we are weakened by such unflattering portrayals at your own peril. Truthfully, I thought if a famous Israeli was killed in the kind of messy situations that your powers create it might weaken the relationship between Israel and the states enough to embolden one of her neighbors into declaring war again. Another war in that region would be very timely. Or maybe I just wanted to hear from you. It's been a long time. I'm disappointed to hear you haven't been keeping up with your training. You probably didn't even notice my messenger leaving." You hear the sound of a car starting in your driveway. "He has instructions to deal with her himself if you don't. I really don't think you'll be able to stop him without drawing on our bloodline. Either way, I win." [quote="LupusAter" post="479420153"] Mekhistos You work with more than human speed and precision. Nick can't keep up with you or your instructions, but he is awed by your drug making talents. Soon enough, he leaves, burdened with a large quantity of high quality drugs. A few days later he visits you again. "Ah, my good friend! It is a delight to see you again. Thanks to your help, I'm now a made man. Boss Arsenios, he wants you to know, that we would like to buy as much again every quarter. If you ever need anything, just let me know and I'll hook you up." You now have access to the resources and assistance of the Helot gang, one of the three largest gangs currently involved in a cold war competition for control over the city.
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Sygyzy, God Of Telecommunication Fate Points = 1 Now, Sygyzy could just let matters run their course. Maybe Maisie will actually get the CTO job once this guy is given the boot! Except... the fact that they hired him to begin with is a pretty clear indication that they're not searching for the best talent and the sharpest minds; some old boys' club action is obviously at work here, with the people in charge of hiring clearly desiring more "management skills and knowing the right people" and less "knowing what the hell you're actually doing," and while Maisie is a fine High Priestess, she's not exactly a people person, and she'll never be gracing the cover of Forbes. So maybe "sit back and hope for the best" isn't the right move. So Sygyzy moves his consciousness back into the Realm Of Telecomms - the network of cables and cellular connections and LANs and wireless links that make so much of what we might term 'modern life' possible, and scans through the various networking requests until he finds the CTO trying to activate his newest phone - at which point he disconnects the guy from any call to his service provider and causes the phone display to show his face. "Hi! Having a rough week, huh? Plum promotion not working out for you?" He pauses, then, waiting for the inevitable shock/disbelief/anger response to play out, before continuing in a patient, even gentle tone. "I get it. But I'm here to help you, Paul." (I have unilaterally decided that the guy's name is Paul) "This isn't a ransomware attack, it isn't a prank, it isn't any of the stuff you think it is, Paul. It's a sign. It's divine intervention. I know, I know, I probably wouldn't believe it either if I was in your shoes, but it's at least as likely as you being the victim of some kind of unprecedented string of malfunctions for the past week, right? So listen up, bucko. Sygyzy says be nice. The nicer you are, the more luck you'll have with technology. Also, if you don't start being nice in the next few days I'm going to send the logs of every porn site you've ever visited to your social media accounts. I mean, I don't judge, man, you get your rocks off where you like, but I don't think you want your Mom looking at the list of videos you watched on SpankBank.biz, right? So stop being such a dick and see how that works out for you. "Oh, and don't worry. I already put in a request for a new replacement phone, it should be here in an hour or so." And then Sygyzy vanishes from the screen - as does everything else, forever, as a soft *pop* accompanies the wisps of smoke emerging from the phone's battery cover. At least he didn't make it burst into flames or anything. Using Magic Blue Smoke [+4, mortal] to fry the guy's latest phone after giving him a Stern Talking-To. Who knows? Maybe he'll shape up. Maybe he'll freak out and go to therapy. Maybe he'll just keep being a dick and start firing people, anything is possible. But no one can say I didn't give him every opportunity!
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Marcus Seward FP = 0  Marcus freezes for a second, he had never even considered the possibility he might have to pull the trigger himself, he fights to keep from blanching at the prospect, instead screwing up his face in a mask of contempt. "Yes, I should definitely walk to the office in front of a bunch of witnesses who know who I am and blow my boss away, that is definitely an excellent idea." he replies sarcastically. "Do you think I'm an idiot? You know what, I don't think you fully grasp just who your loving with." With a thought he wills the outstretched gun to fall apart in the hitman's hand, the weapon would disintegrate into each and every component part, a fate share by his holdout pistol. Once it was done, Marcus stepped back, the fear and anger fading down enough that he can adopt a faux-conversational tone, seeming as though the obviously supernatural effect he just worked was an absolutely everyday occurrence. "I'm feeling magnanimous, so I am going to give you another chance. I'm going to walk back to my desk, and you're going to pick up your mess and leave. I will make a reservation at Julia's down on 5th Avenue this evening," he spouted out the name of a not too expensive restaurant he'd been to a couple of times, one with more than enough privacy to meet with the hitman, "the reservation will be under the name of Marcus. If you want a second chance to make a proper first impression, and you do, you should come alone and sit down at my table. I think you'll find that for a man in your profession, there is nothing better in the world than being on my good side, and nothing that will make your life more hellish than being on my bad side." He paused for effect, his every action, word, and tone trying to project the image that he was a man of unimaginable power, someone to be wooed and appeased, not trifled with. It was helpful, of course, that in some sense this was entirely true, but still it was not something he was truly experienced as being and so he needed to fake it until he could make it. "Today is the pivot point for you. If you play your cards right you will remember this day as the first day of the best days of your life. Otherwise, well..." he leaves the consequences of displeasing him unsaid but obviously undesirable. "Oh, and one more thing, don't ever point a gun at me again, or it'll be the last thing you ever do." Marcus turns and begins to walk away his heart beating like a freight train, shocked at his own audacity. Despite his shock and anxiety and fear, he would definitely not be late to the restaurant this evening. This was maybe the beginning of a new chapter for him, one he couldn't afford to pass up. Marcus is using Guns[+2] to thoroughly destroy the hitman's guns as a demonstration of his power, and Fast Talker[+2] to try and convince the hitman that Marcus is a power that he cannot resist, and that it is life-essential to him to suck up to Marcus and get in his good books lest doom come crashing down on him. Valhawk fucked around with this message at 01:32 on Dec 20, 2017 |
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Milton "Wally" Simmons FP = 1 Milton breathes a sigh of relief as Cruelty storms past, once again ignoring him just like everyone else is. Good, it was better that way, nobody looking at him and his untucked Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and flip flops. Although his clothing was tailored to his tastes, the beach scene on the back of the shirt had a floating couch and TV, one of Milton's goals, it still looked sloppy. Not that he cared about his appearance beyond the fact that well tailored clothing felt better to wear, he just didn't like the attention. After a minute or two at the spread of food loading up a plate like it was a last meal, Milton made his way over to the middle eastern man he seen talking to the suit. Next to him was a rather striking older woman that for some reason made him unconsciously run his hand over his hair in an attempt to smooth it down. An attempt that failed, of course. His hair cared as little about how it looked as Milton usually did. As he siddled up to the two he realized they were still ignoring him. That was fine, as the baklava was delicious, but after sucking the last of the honey from his fingers he spoke up. "That guy was kind of a prick, eh? Thinking he looked all spiffy in that thousand dollar suit from ten years ago or something. Like a bad movie villain, really. I half expected that if you had actually shaken his hand he'd have sucked out your soul or something. Just slurp, burp, and you're his. Hah!"
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Eliam, God of A veritable feast of misaligned sanctimony! How best to season it further? Why, let's play a little visit to the teacher in question, Miss Jancowitz, through a 'holy' vision as she sleeps tonight. After all, given her accusers, her would-be judges, jury and executioners were guilty of the exact same thing. So, cloaked in a vision of the appropriate divine messenger, choosing the least appropriate and comfortable dream to intrude upon, he went with one of the classic openers. "Mila Jancowitz, do not be afraid."
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Tariq al-Masayir, the Novus Fortuna Fate Points = 0Edea posted:"What do you stand for?" He almost offered the standard answer. The easy answer. The 'correct' answer at these types of things. An understanding of ethics, an expression of ambition, a espoused value of competition. His companion's eyes were ready for those, he saw, and he swallowed the words. I don't stand for anything, he realized in a start. Milton posted:"That guy was kind of a prick, eh?" For the second time, he was interrupted at just the right moment. "I'm sure he's been called worse." Tariq kept his eyes on the newcomer's - holding the muscles tight so they didn't linger on the other man's choice of attire. "Tariq al-Masayir. A pleasure to meet you, mister...?" He lifted his empty glass in a salute, finding the man's quip about handshakes draining his desire for one.
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Edea Mater She noticed he didn't reply. Which was a good sign. Perhpas. Would he be a possible ally? Still, it had been a long time since new gods appeared. What could this mean? Perhaps she should consider moving forward the time table. Then someone else came. Who was that... oh, yes, the slovenly dressed man and... ah, yes, she wasn't sure, but now she could definitely feel it. No wonder Cruelty had taken such an interest. She took a sip of wine and nodded at the man. "He is a dangerous enemy to make. A troublesome friend to have. He and I have been at times admirers of each other's work, but these days I think he feels mine is less relevant." She looked at Milton, and pondered. "Beyond your name, could you perhaps tell me, and this is an actual question, not a slight or insult. Do you know what you are doing?"
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Milton "Wally" Simmons FP = 1 "Milton," he replies with a lift of his solo cup. "Call me Wally. It's a name that just feels right. Like warm... no you know what? I feel like I've tried analogy once and it didn't work. Anyway, What Im doing is enjoying the food here, although the prawns really are second rate, and talking to the only two people in the room interesting enough to catch my attention. Now holding it is another matter entirely. I mean there are times when I can't even hold my own attention. But, whatever. That's life, such as it is."
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Jonathan E. Stryfe - His Apartment, Atlantica City Jon angrily spat. "Daaaad. gently caress." This is not what he wanted to do. Opposing his father helped him. Fighting him helped him. Well it also helped Jon too but he hated pointless poo poo. A bad rep he guessed could make gods weaker but no one even thought Ares was a pussy. Jon blinked. He could just...do nothing? It was time for work anyway. "Whatever. Nice talk dad." He signed and hung up. The drive to work was uneventful as always, he entered the corporate offices of the newest enterprise he was contracted to fix. Upon seeing the receptionist he smiled and announced he was there for his 8am meeting with the VP of- hmm now what department was it again? Jon isn't exactly a villain, but he's no hero or anything either yet. He's not going to do what his father is expecting though! I am Communist fucked around with this message at 03:31 on Dec 20, 2017 |
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Mekhistos Good news, finally. Having many people partake of substances he made with his own hands would be welcome sustenance, even if they did so without fully realizing to who they owed their chemical bliss. He'd need more active devotees if he was to regain his power and standing, however. A criminal gang was as good a starting point as any. "Nick, what do you think your boss would give to someone who could give him assured victory in that little gang spat of his?"
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Edea Mater "I see." She said. "The likes of us can be fickle sometimes" She wondered whether she should tell them. It might get some amount of gratitude, though Cruelty might take offence. Then again, he would likely have other people to be angry right now. "Now, before you joined us, mr. Milton." She said, cheerfully ignoring his requests for familiarity. "I asked mr. Al Masayir a question. Two questions actually, but one should be easier to answer, and more... prosaic. Have any of you gentlemen felt more in sync with the world? Like certain parts of it just... resonate with you? I don't exactly know how it would feel for someone who hasn't always felt it, so I can't quite... describe how it feels. Simply how I imagine a broadening of perspectives to feel." She took another sip of wine. "Or feel free to consider that I'm just a CEO with a tendency to go on slightly esoteric rants after a glass of wine. But I assure you, I'm not trying to convert you to any religion. or ''new lifestyle'."
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Sygyzy, God Of Telecommunication Fate Points = 1 After a stern talking to from a glowing face on his smartphone that is leaking blue smoke, CTO Paul decides to step down from his position and "take a sabbatical" at a discrete cocaine rehab clinic. The last thing he does before he leaves, is recommend Maisie for a promotion. Maisie is overjoyed and promises to help you more with spreading the faith "soon" but she's busier than ever cleaning up the mess he left behind. So you have some downtime before your high priestess will be able to help much. In the meantime, hackers, codecrackers, and tech enthusiasts the world over invoke you name self-deprecatingly. One of their prayers catches your attention. Whose and why? You will soon gain the mortal quality Head Priestess Maisie +2, but right now she's busy. Gave you a little writing prompt if you want it, but you're free to do whatever. Marcus Seward FP = 0 You focus your will on the gun. You know it intimately. You are simultaneously aware of every individual spring, lever, bolt, and slide. It starts coming apart according to your desire but it feels like someone is tearing your fingers off. One by one. The pain is overwhelming. The assassin looks properly freaked out and takes the opportunity provided by your incapacitation to run the gently caress away from his disintegrating gun and the weirdo office worker. When the pain fades enough that you can think straight again, the only thing left in the bathroom is a pile of parts that none of your coworkers would recognize as having once been a gun. Coming in through the door is a smartly dressed young man who looks like he is perpetually angry. Valhawk, the dice did not love you. Also, meet IAC. Jonathan E. Stryfe - Exonnm HQ, Atlantica City The receptionist smiles warmly at you. "Just a moment sir, while I look that up for you. Mr. Ganon, our VP of Middle Eastern oil operations said to send Mr. Stryfe in whenever you arrived. Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee? Danish?" You are distracted but a sudden outburst of conflict several floors above you. You feel powerfully drawn towards the discord. It's unusual in an office building like this one. Not only is it unusual, it feels stronger than even a brawl. You've never felt such disharmony. It almost feels like someone is ripping away at a fundamental aspect of the world. A confused looking assassin hurries past you. Most wouldn't recognize him as such in his nice suit, but your father made sure you know a killer when you see one. You follow the discord to its source. A bathroom off a cubicle row full of prosaic employees. Just beginning to peel himself off the floor is a groaning man and a small pile of parts. The sense of discord is fading now, but it was definitely coming from the pile of parts. IAC, meet Valhawk. Also there's a VP waiting to meet you if you want. AJ_Impy posted:Eliam, God of  Mila Jancowitz You dreamwalk into a rather personal dream of Mila's and her belly button piercing is clearly visible. She struggle to gather the remnant of her dignity about herself. "Who are you?" She looks around at the fading wisps of her dream "Where am I?" LupusAter posted:Mekhistos
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Marcus Seward FP = 0 As Marcus peels himself from the floor, he realizes he's not alone. From the look of the man, he appears to be some sort of VIP. drat it, this was the last thing he needed. Thinking fast he tries to play this off as an accident, "Sorry, I must have just fainted. You know how it is with accountants at tax time, pulling too many all nighters. I think I'm going to take the rest of the day and get some rest." He moved towards the door. He needed some time to figure out what happened and what that terrifying pain had meant. Marcus is going to try and Fast Talk [+2] his way out of the situation.
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Eliam, God of A gesture to strengthen the dream, to keep the shock from waking her just yet. "You are dreaming, and I bring you tidings which you will find it useful to remember when you awaken. See before you, arrayed, your accusers, those who stand in judgement with your livelihood in the balance." Another gesture, and their physical visages appear, unflattering, warts and all portrayals laid bare before her across her psyche. "Witness their hypocrisy, know their sinful nature, nothing more than whitewashed tombs who pretend at piety." He clicks his fingers, and in a wave, their piercings are highlighted in idolatrous gold upon their forms, all accurate in placement. "Know that this is the truth, their false self-righteousness and sanctimony on display." Religiosity +2 and Firebrand Orator +4 to embolden her with the truth, to further set the cat among the pigeons.
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Tariq al-Masayir, the Novus Fortuna Fate Points = 0 Tariq lets the other man field that answer before him, buying him some time to... wait - had he disappeared again? Regretting not having grabbed a new drink, he responds, taking a chance. "Actually, yes. Something like that - just a... new kind of focus. A honing in on certain things, as if they're trying to grab my attention." He frowns, not satisfied with that. "No, that's not exactly right. Not that they are alive in any sense. More like my instincts are telling me to take a closer look." This time he does catch another server going by, swapping out his empty champagne glass. Off the defensive in struggling for an answer, he contemplates the rest of her description, brows furrowed, "How long have you been affected, exactly? Is there a treatment?"
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Jonathan E. Stryfe - His Apartment, Atlantica City https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqvgNtBLXiE Jon confidently smiled back at the receptionist. Upon feeling the disturbance- -=Correction=- the screaming beacon that was the disturbance he excused the himself politely momentarily to go use the restroom. If this was dad's doing there would be hell to pay. Messing around in his business was not something Jon tolerated well. He burst into the enclosed space as the assassin rushed past. 'Not one of his or father's' he thought. His anger sort of faded as the groaning man got to his feet, made some flimsy excuse and started to leave. Jon smiled pleasantly, he could do that on command and let the man pass. "Of course, no worries. Take care of yourself and try not to push yourself too hard." When the man had gone, Jon reached down and touched the pile of parts. He looked back towards the door but the man and assassin were long gone. He concentrated on the pile of components, if anything was to be learned here or if this was another of father's plots he would try and sift through the information. If not, well he did have a meeting to catch. Using: Discord [+2], concentrating on the focal point(parts) of the disturbance. If nothing is to be found or gleaned he will move on to his meeting. I am Communist fucked around with this message at 19:28 on Dec 21, 2017 |
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