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As you sit down Mike puts down his beerstein and gives a dismissive wave to the bodyguards surrounding you. The bodyguards disperse a little farther away, out of earshot. "Who you used to be is the easy question. You're family, member of the U.N. One of the best managers of the street I've seen. You knew when to push, when to fold and when to show people not to gently caress with you. You and Nick were useful to the U.N. Kept things quiet, kept things under control." As Mike speaks there is a happy twinkle in his eye. Memories of your past life sneak into your mind, some of this sounds familiar. MC posted:
Mike lets out a long sigh "As for what you are. Well, we lost track of you in the middle of your last job and Nick was pretty shaken up about it. He went out to investigate and after interrogating a few of your old contacts found this." Mike pulls out a large folder that is filled with an array of messy notes, photographs and other items. He thumbs through it, somehow finding a pattern to the chaotic arrangement of papers and pulls out a few photos. The first photo is the exterior of a small suburban house, it's yellow paint suggesting a cheery, happy place. The next photo is of the interior and the blood on the walls paints a different picture. The blood coats the walls in a weird ritualistic pattern, you note down the morose pattern in your memory. Pink entrails form a half-circle around an altar. And on the altar, hanging on a bloodied wooden cross is a body. Coat hangers are dug into the bodies fore arms, deep into the muscle, and help the body suspend itself on the cross. The body is badly burnt, the skin crispy and juices leaking from the holes the coat hangers are suspending it from. "If you could smell it you would of thrown up." Mike says, eyeing you and leaning back, ready to avoid vomit if he needs to. "Some of the body parts was yours. Traced it back to the DNA samples you provided the U.N. Now you don't look like a ritualistic serial murderer so we did a bit more digging. Turns out there is a serial killer, been popping up every few years in Vancouver. Shows up, murders a few kids, and eventually a grisly ritual circle is found, much like the one made out of your intestines there." Mike shifts and stares you in the eye as he says that last little bit. "So you can imagine the U.N's surprise that someone matching the description of our MIA agent shows up in Vancouver. And when we arrive what do we find? A supernatural community spiralling out of control and in dire need of regulation. So that's what I got Shin-Hye. Want to explain why your guts were used in a ritualistic killing?" Mike raises his eyebrow at you and waits for your answer. What do you do? Dalir, Alanna and Olivia With a click Murphy ends the phonecall with Copperstone and mouths a "Thank you" to Alanna. Looks like things are settled and Murphy hands Alanna the book. "Err, mind if i change clothes before I grab the ritual components? Also uhh what do you need, eye of newt?" Murphy asks, while ribbing Alanna in the shoulder. With the discussion complete and deals made, you are free to go about your business What do you do? Exmond fucked around with this message at 21:13 on Dec 3, 2017 |
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 Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Max's Alright, yeah. Ain't no secret I was with the U.N. and running their corners. Been in the city as long as I've been and I got my start downtown. Eastside. Ancient history at this point. The weirdo serial killer poo poo? Now that's got my attention. Still... all this is some bullshit. DNA samples? When the gently caress did they take those? Are they a goddamn gang or a government conspiracy? I give Mike a look, "Man, if I knew that poo poo I would have torn apart the motherfuckers who did it apart already." I tap the table, my fingernail scratching a furrow into surface. "I think you've got some serious poo poo backwards. I don't know about this Ghostbusters bullshit y'all are into, but the whole thing was a meet gone wrong. We got word that one of the US orgs — Nick could probably tell ya who — wanted to move some product. Good poo poo, good price. I was on point for the meet, got jumped, woke up like this a week or so later." I lean back against the bench and wave dismissively, "So, Mike, you clearly got this poo poo on lock. Why were my guts used for some black magic bullshit?"
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 Blood -1, Heart 1, Mind 1, Spirit 2 | Mortality 1, Night 0, Power 1, Wild 0 Harm 0 00 00 | Corruption XXXX0 | Location: At The Bar I sigh. It was the only thing I could do to stop myself from going full wizard and lecturing about how easy newt eyes are to find. But I'm better than that. "Go get changed. I'll have a list once I can get this book back to my wizard cave." I look at Murphy for a moment, interrupting her probably mid-thought. "It's not a real cave, it's a storage unit. Please, hurry. Glad to meet you and.. Well, if I find out anything about the case, more than I did before, I'll send you a text. You two do the same? If you're sticking around, that is." I hold my head for a second, reminding myself to add an icepack to the list. I check on Anna, making sure she's not doing anything weird in the magical sense. Vomiting, anything like that. "Murphy, you got a car? Mine's in the shop."
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Murphy nods the affirmative "I do have a car but uhh, hey Dalir, you need a ride?" As Murphy yells at the man in a fancy looking suit, you feel a tug on your coat. Anna manifests behind you, as hidden as she can be, and motions towards above Shin-Hye. You peer and think you can see a glimmer in the air. Shin-Hye might have some magical diety looking after him, going after him or.. well who knows. You sigh, another headache, but it looks like Anna was just warning you. She seems fine enough, letting out the occasional musical burp. Maybe you can take care of that back at the workshop? Murphy comes back, her angry white subaru in tow. It roars, more than it revs up, and she motions that she is ready to go. MC posted:
What do you do? Tricky posted:
Mike leans back and motions for one of the security goons to grab him another mug of beer. The goon departs, headed towards the bar, glaring at anyone who gets in her way. "So, every time the ritual is done there is some magical residue left behind. Some weird techy magic poo poo our boys back in the lab figured out how to track. Seem's like there is a trace of it leading to here," Mike throws you another picture. The picutre shows a familiar scene, the DeLuca Safe Injection sit. Mike continues "We scoped out the area and best bet is its coming from within, maybe deeper down. So, I think I've handled my side of the bargain. How come you didn't contact the U.N. after your revival?" What do you do? Tardzilla posted:
Your gang rushes forward, taking out the nearest goons. Under your rallying cry they regroup, finding cover from the return fire, and rush forward. Things are looking good, things are going well. Blood is flowing (not yours) and you are giving Alexi a warning. Then one of the goons gets a hold of the rocket launcher and it all goes to poo poo. The first warning that something went wrong was a loud rumble that blanked out Barry's yell. Then a wall of shrapnel, almost as big as you, slammed into him catapulting him away from the battle. You didn't have time to yell a warning as the wall of fire engulfed you, your gang, the goons and the nearby building. Your clothes burn and fire rakes over your body as the concussive force of the rocket launcher propels you into the air. You see Matilda, one of your gang members, far less better as she goes flying into a truck, the rest of her jaw lands near an alleyway. For the next few minutes all you know is pain as you land on the ground and roll, hoping to put yourself out. MC posted:
The sounds of sirens and frantic yells lets you know the police are here and, hopefully, an ambulance. Your gang is wounded, some of them will die if they don't get immediate attention and some of them are dead allready. Barry groans beside you, his ribs are bent inwards, obviously broken, but he isn't singed or on fire. MC posted:
What do you do? paradoxGentleman posted:Dalir Boulos You dial the number and a fae woman's voice answers. "Ella here, what do you want?" Her voice is sharp and commands your attention. As soon as she realizes it's you she immediately softens and interrupts you. "Oh, it's you! Esteemed champion, he-who-defeats. The little doe Copperstone is trying to capture. Hopefully she hasn't gotten her claws into you yet? If she hasn't then I have some information that might interest you, but it will come at a price." MC posted:
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Dalir Boulos Blood: 0 | Heart 1 | Mind 1 | Spirit 0 || Mortality: 1 |Night: 0 | Power: 0 | Harm: The fae respect a variety of things. Power, cunning, even style, on some level. For a long while, I was one of their favorite mortals; He-Who-Sings was almost universally reviled, and I had just taken him down. But they haven't heard from me in a while. They're not the best when it comes to attention span. So while I'm pretty sure my name is still known amongst them, I suspect that it doesn't carry the same respect that it once did. ...which is understandable. I'm not so vain that I don't understand why that happens. And I'm certainly not doing this because of that. I'm doing it because it needs to be done. Yeah. Ella picks up and it's time to get out of my head and to answer her. "Hello, Ella. As cutting as ever, I see." I smile, unconsciously. "Sure, if the information's good, I'll gladly pay you back later for it."
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Olivia steps aside into an alleyway and the wind picks up.. Litter and garbage lifts up and blows down one side of the alleyway and Anna, still wearing a torn dress, manifests. The ghosts looks at Olivia, concern and confusion crossing over her face. The ghost is still wearing the dress she wore when she died and as the wind ruffles the dress, a deep stab wound on her right chest reveals itself. Anna lets out a cough, musical notes dripping out of her mouth and then looks shocked as the music notes bounces it's way over to Olivia. Anna takes a few steps back and glares at Olivia, the dumpster starts shaking and the sign "Alexander" starts to shake and rise above the ground. MC posted:
paradoxGentleman posted:Dalir Boulos Over the phone Ella's smile can be heard, "So a bargain is struck. Information for a small favour." Outside, at Max's bar, a small golden light circles around Dalir, signifying a deal wth the fae has been struck. He shifts uncomfortably as the temperature lowers a few degrees. Ella laughs and over the phone Dalir can hear the distinct sound of a sword being sharpened. "Someone has been spreading rumours that Copperstone is trying to summon He-Who-Sings. Summer Court will go to war against Copperstone. The formal declaration is being written up as we speak. I'd suggest you conclude your business with Copperstone quickly." Ella stops talking and yells at someone over the phone. The sound of many muffled footsteps, moving in step, can be heard. She continues speaking to Dalir. "This next one is for free because I like you. I could use a second-in-command and you fit the bill. Your useful, strong and experienced. And you are outside the affluence of fae politics... Are you interested?" MC posted:
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Mike looks at the vampire sceptically. After a tense second, he shrugs. "We do business our way, and that way is no bullshit with the supernatural types that can't stand in line. But if an offence has been taken I can offer some people. You give me a time and place, and I'll deliver em there." He looks gratefully at the goon who returns from the bar with another mug. He takes a good long sip of it and sighs. "Mmm, good beer. You know how they make this in Granville island? Good beer, bit bitter but with a good vanilla aftertaste." Mike fiddles with the mug. "Course, the vanilla taste is just from the ballsack of some poor beaver. Not the real vanilla flavour. It does the job but... It's a pale imitation of the real thing." Mike stares at Shin-Hye and lets the silence sit a little bit. "We got a deal Shin-Hye, let's see how you handle this. See if you are the real thing or a pale imitation. the U.N will consider the Goat's Horn Tavern and Crimson Moons to be sacrosanct, long as they don't attack us. You sure you can keep those dogs on a leash? Report on Ivy says she's a bit of a handful." MC posted:Gonna iron the deal a bit more, If the Crimson Moons attack the U.N they will respond. Also Mike isn't threatening you as so much testing you.
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paradoxGentleman posted:Dalir Boulos Ella's laughter turns vicious and you can practically hear her smirk over the phone. "I would assume it has something to do with her condition. Wouldn't you say that her company is her main asset. Why I would say f you looked at the books, Copperstone doesn't even have a penny to her name. She probably is summoning He-Who-Sings to strike a bargain. She probably think's she can reason with him, or she has a bargaining chip." She pauses for a moment as if considering something. "I can tell you who my source is, but only if you promise to be my second in command when the war starts." What do you do? Tricky posted:
The plans are set and you roll up into De-Luca's Safe Injection site, with half of Ivy's gang in tow. The number isn't what it used to be, not nearly as many that came to spring you out of trouble last time you came, but this time they are armed for bear. You shuffle the heavy hockey bag onto your shoulder and listen closely on the cell phone. "Allright, guards are away and the back door entrance is just around the corner. Make it quick and make this quiet" Copperstone reminds you. You put away the cell phone and briskly make your way to the basement. With a simple click you are in, and you enter the dusty halls of the basement. It seems normal and the white walls almost make you board out of your mind. Then you turn around the corner and see something that catches your eye. A large empty white room, with several security cameras around the area. In the center of the room is a small dias, with enough spells and ensorcels on it to scream Posh wizard A small breeze is eminating in the room, suggesting there is another exit from the room. What do you do? MC posted:
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Oh yes vengeance will be delivered. You are just counting the ways Alexi is going to die, but first you should probably take care of your arm, arm's aren't supposed to bend that way. MC posted:Roll the faction that Cutter belongs to in a "Hit the streets" roll. Unless you aren't healing and going straight to murdering alexi What do you do? Green Bean posted:
Anna lets out a wide-eyed look and tries to move, but another musical-note induced vomit stops her in her track. Olivia tries to frantically explain the situation, torn between explaining and assisting anna. The bar sign whacks olivia in the head and she is slammed against the concrete wall of the bar, dazed. A manhole cover shifts and emerging from it is a large black mass. It swirls and a bird like beak forms at it's center. Several passerby's scream in horror, some of them faint. The birdlike creature approaches Olivia, sniffs and then turns it's rancorus maw towards Anna. Anna tries to escape, but more and more musical notes emit from her mouth. So much that they form a river to the birdlike creature, who laps them up with malicious glee. What do you do? MC posted:
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The book hovers above the circle and opens, its pages flipping automatically. As Alanna yells ancient words of power a small hovering black hole starts to materialize near the book. The black hole grows, from the size of a penny to the size of a Vancouver manhole cover. The book flips more rapidly, the scripture on it's page being sucked into the black hole. Murphy opens her mouth to say something and quickly shuts up as Alanna levels a wizard-level glare at her direction. Everything is going according to plan and then it isn't. The energy of the book is massive, as if hiding something underneath it's pages. White winter snowflakes start to drift from the book, to clog the black hole. Summer leaves hover around the circle, trying to disrupt ingredients. With a loud shout a large snap is broken and Fae magic shatters, the snowflakes are sucked into the black hole, the summer leaves flow around the sanctum, all enchancement gone from them. And then it gets worse... A giant hand emerges from the black hole, pushing aside the silly scripture on break dancing, and produces an ancient, gnarled feather. Dark red splots of something hit the ground of Alanna's sanctum and the wards scream: danger. Alanna snarls with effort and the black hole tries to shrink, but another massive hand wrenches it open. The hand starts working quickly, scribbling quick music notes on the book. Murphy opens her mouth, stares at Alanna, and shuts up. The hand manages to jot down 2 pages of music notes and then with a loud yell Alanna closes the black hole. The ritual snaps shut and the hand is severed, landing in the middle of the sanctum with a loud thump. The now purged book sings and coos a half completed sweet, sweet, black song. It beckons for you to open it up. Looks like Alanna has found another one of He-Who-Sings songbooks. Also those summer leaves probably alerted summer, you have heard of an enchantment that would alert summer. Murphy looks at Alanna, a bit concerned. After an awkward silence Murphy says "So... to Copperstone then?" And as if on queue, Alanna's phone rings. The caller is "Jean-Paul" What do you do? MC posted:
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 Blood: 2 Heart: 1 Mind: -2 Spirit: 1 | Mortality: -2 Night: 2 Power: 0 Wild: 2 Harm: X | X▢ | ▢▢ | Corruption: X X X▢▢ Tags: Location: The Raven Dimension "Fu-" is all I get out before the goon's first punch rocks my head straight back into the truck. I try to focus for a second - maybe I can land a kick, or something, make some space - but this rear end in a top hat won't let up for a second and pretty soon it's all I can do to just keep opening my eyes again, but at least seeing Ray struggling gives me something to keep trying for. One shot nails me right in the mouth, and as I feel my ring rip out I'm at least thankful not to have enough blood to choke on. Things go on about the same from there. By the time he bends down to pick me up I'm not even sure how long he's been pounding on me; all I've been aware of is the rhythm of thwacks and thuds my head makes bouncing between knuckles and metal. I at least have enough in me to struggle when he hoists me up, for all the good it does. The darkness starts at the edges of my sight, and I dig at his fingers with everything I have left as it starts to spread inwards, but even as I can feel my nails biting into him, I know it's not enough. I can see Raven circling above, and as I feel my arms finally fall down and the darkness keeps closing in, Raven's all I can see when- --- I hit the water hard, but instead of going right under, I start to sink slow, like tar. I don't fight it. It's the most peaceful I've felt in... ever. The darkness seeps up, bit by bit, and I let it cover me, and then there's nothing, no light no sound, no thoughts, no memories. It's nothing, and it's safe, and all I feel and know is I never want to leave it. And then I'm on my hands and knees on some black rock and the water's gone except for all of it I'm hacking up and all I can hear is cawing and all I can see is the dark oceans and then there She is. I stagger to my feet as She sits, and even though my legs feel like dead weight under me I walk to Her like I'm floating. Exmond posted:"I am Morrigan and together we are vengance. Together we are justice." "I-" I try to start, but the words choke in my throat and I have to look away. I can't think of questions. I can't think of anything, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel tears starting to burn in them. "Why..." gently caress, why am I such poo poo? "Why me?" I shout. "Why me, when I'm still scared and weak and I still can't fix any of this and-" My legs buckle and I drop to my knees. "What am I supposed to do," I mumble.
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Blood -1, Heart 1, Mind 1, Spirit 2 | Mortality 1, Night 0, Power 1, Wild 0 Harm 0 00 00 | Corruption XXXX0 | Location: At My Sanctum The wards do two things: Warn and disperse. I'm imagining that whatever I just set off means that they know I'm in this building. Once they get close enough, something with that amount of power could bust through the wards anyways. Son of a bitch, this was not what I was expecting. Not sure what I was expecting. Still, don't want any of this to get out if I can avoid it. Proper storage and all. Silver and iron boxes for everything. You don't mess with this kind of power, not unless you want to risk going batshit. "Murphy, one more little favor, could you put that hand in one of the metal boxes around here?" I do the same with the book. Don't want someone to accidentally open it, get curious, or anything like that. And now I'm going to have a talk with Copperstone and whoever is looking for me. And Jean-Paul. What the gently caress. "Hey, friend. Good timing, had you called two minutes earlier, you might've unleashed all sorts of hell directly on the city."
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As soon as you step inside the room the dias reacts to your presence. You feel magical energies being drained from you and into the dias, as if it is tasting your magical essence. The dias lights up, magical energies crackling against the bronze overlays. A small runic symbol hovers in the air and then expands, forming a red portal that buckles and expand. From the portal emerge two small stone.. things. They move on a half-dozen legs and they have no eyes, no mouths. They do have massive hands, big enough to crush your head easily, and they motion with them for you to enter the portal. Whatever is down there knows that you are here. Something stirs inside you, a small whisper, something about work left undone. It unnerves you, how does it sound, what does it whisper? What do you do? thelazyblank posted:
"Where are you? We were supposed to meet at the bar!" You hear Jean-Paul running while he is talking on the phone. A sharp gunshot is heard and a few seconds later Jean-Paulis on the phone, breathing heavily. "God-drat it she knows, she gonna kill me! Where were you, you said you were gonna protect me!" You recall a phone call a few hours ago, it seems like days, where you do recall that promise... Jean-Paul frantically speaks into the phone "I'm at the corner of 5th and 10th avenue. Get over here NOW!" You hear the sounds of a struggle over the phone, Jean-Paul screaming and then more struggle. The phone clatters to the ground and ends in a harsh screech. Murphy comes by, large carboard box in tow, and pokes at the large hand inside of it. What do you do
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Blood: 0 Heart: -1 Mind: +1 Spirit: +3| Mortality -1, Night 0, Power 2, Wild 1 Harm 0/5 | Corruption 2/5 | Location: At the Bar Olivia had stars flashing before her eyes, but she quickly struggled to her feet. A sudden magical beak-face monster attack does wonders to put minor injuries in perspective. She was too far away to stop it from doing...something to Anna's musical notes, but thank god Dalir came in with the distraction, gave her a little time to think. She ran forward, pulling something out of her pocket as she went. Dalir had hold of its face, so the creature was forced to look at the small, intensely magical die she was holding. "You know what this is, big guy? Maybe you can take it, but can you down all three of us before Anna gets away? Back down." It was a bluff, of course. Olivia had no intention of calling down a demon in a public place - that was the kind of thing that got you chased out of town at best. But unless that thing was a mind reader, all it knew was that this lady was crazy enough to carry around a bound demonic totem like it was keychain mace. Who knew what she was willing to do? Green Bean - Today at 9:05 AM Not sure if what I'm doing is a Persuade or a Mislead, so I'm just going to roll straight, and the MC can decide whether to add or subtract 1! /r 2d6 #Persuade or Mislead? SidekickBOT - Today at 9:05 AM @Green Bean: 2d6 Persuade or Mislead? = (3+5) = 8 Looks like a partial success either way. Will pick: • You create an opportunity • You expose a weakness or flaw Green Bean fucked around with this message at 18:55 on Jan 27, 2018 |
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Blood -1, Heart 1, Mind 1, Spirit 2 | Mortality 1, Night 0, Power 1, Wild 0 Harm 0 00 00 | Corruption XXXX0 | Location: At My Sanctum "Fine. Next time, try showing up on time. Maybe early, then we wouldn't have missed you. Just hide, we'll be right there." I don't have time to hang up the phone, just enough time to start heading outside. "We have one more to pick up on the way to Copperstone's. Then we're going to figure out what's going on. That was the royal we, by the way. I don't think you'll care all that much." I'm heading to Murphy's ride, assuming she's coming with me. I really don't have time to waste here, especially if we want Jean-Paul in fewer than two pieces. I thought he'd have been there sooner if he wanted to be safe. Too much going on, anyways.
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Dalir and Olivia Dalir rushes forward, ignoring the gathering crowd and place yourself directly between the bird creature and Olivia. This s just a manifestation of He-Who-Sings, a servant, Dalir remembers. He has encountered and beaten this beast before. The bird creature rushes forward, manifesting completely. With it's hawk like face and dog like body the servan rushes forward, trying to chomp onto Anna. Dalir rushes in time, grabs it's beakk and wrenches it to the side, causing it to tumble. It fights against Dalir and he feels his grip slipping. MC posted:Dalir The cost for this action is 1 damage and the bird creature has you prone. Also , you've faced this servant before, did it have any weaknesses? It seems to turn people into spirits and eat them, why? (Check previous Alanna and Sal posts.) The event happens before olivias post. If you don't pay the cost, then the servant takes a chomp out of Anna The bird beast stops suddenly in it's track, apparently confused by your bluff. It pauses and sniffs at you and before you can react a dark energy courses over you. The energy winds it's way across you and with a loud high pitched note, it dissapears. The Bird creature rears up and shufles backward, roaring directly at you. Apparently whatever you have done has angered it, and it is focused on you. MC posted:Olivia you got your opportunity but this thing is gonna come after you! Everyone can immediately escape What do you do? Blood: 2 Heart: 1 Mind: -2 Spirit: 1 | Mortality: -2 Night: 2 Power: 0 Wild: 2 Harm: X | X▢ | ▢▢ | Corruption: X X X▢▢ Tags: Location: The Raven Dimension Morrigan stands still for a moment as a cloud of feather breezes across the sea. For a moment there is silence, and then the small crash of the waves. She sits, puts her finger to her lips for a moment and then speaks. "Why you? That is a a simple answer." She stands up and the waves crash against the dias, black water trickling onto the rocks. Lightning strikes the sea as she walks towards Sal. "Right now, you are blunt, uncooth, unrefined. All gods start off as mortals, it is only through the fires of pain and sorrow do they become something more." A large wave smashes against the dias and a part of the rock collapses. Morrigan grabs you by the chin and lifts you up, assesing you. "My servants are not poo poo as you put it. They are Vengeance, they are righteous.. They bring pain to their enemies. They deliver harsh lessons for those who need it. You are in dire need of sharpening." She drops you onto the ground and sits back down onto her throne. The dias starts to crumble around you, slowly as the water erodes it. "Together, we are ruin. Together, we are justice. As for what you should do I have given you a task. Follow it or earn my displeasure." What do you do?
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You turn the corner and see Cutter's place and you relax for a moment. The world must really have it out for you, because as soon as relax several dozen wizard converge on Cutters. Several wizards teleport in, wands raised. They march towards Cutter's makeshift area and begin dismantling the wards, slinging defensive spells at the place. Looks like the want this done without any killing. You see Cutter crouched by a pair of dumpsters, looks like he has escaped their custody, and he looks at his place with a worried expression. It looks like nobody has noticed him yet. In the center of the wizard gathering is the tell tale of a sherrif outfit. Behind him is a man with red hair and a thick neck, wearing a security suit with the emblazoned brand of "Copperstone Security" on it. MC posted:Ouch, Allright you can go talk to Cutter without being seen, but getting healing might be tough. What do you do?
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Dalir Boulos Blood: 0 | Heart 1 | Mind 1 | Spirit 0 || Mortality: 1 |Night: 0 | Power: 0 | Harm: When He-Who-Sings projects a part of himself far into the world, it holds a fraction of his power, and shares his weaknesses. Now, I could go on and on about symbolism and demonic magic, but since I am presently holding onto a bird demon's beak for dear life, I'll keep it short. It's all in the name. He-Who-Sings must sing. It's in his nature, it defines what he is, what he can and cannot do. He can't not be singing, and if you can somehow stop him from doing so, he's weakened. That's part of the reason why I was so paranoid in making earpieces that completely erased sound, back when I first fought him. He wasn't He-Who-Sings for me in that moment, if that makes sense, and so his power over me was weakened. Which means that if I manage to keep this manifestation's beak shut long enough, he's going to stop being He-Who-Sings and collapse into a puddle of...whatever this sludge is. "Somebody help me keep this thing under control! Don't let it sing!" I shout to anyone who will listen. paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 10:23 on Feb 8, 2018 |
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You enter through the portal and find yourself in a massive underground cavern, tunnels carved into the earth like an ant hill. You see more and more creatures, these one made out of flesh. Some of them are large, some of them are small, some of them are barely stitched together. They are all grotesque. A single word seems to ring out in your mind homonculus. The creatures simply stand there, doing simply labour. Some dig more tunnels while other more gigantic barrels of vampire viscera The two rock creatures accompanying you stop at a doorway, the room it protects lit by an eerie green light. You pause and take a step inside. Before you put your foot down in the room you understand why Ivy and her gang were attacked by vampires. Still-living vampires. some with the bottom half of their bodies missing, stare out at you from glass tubes. All of them are children and all of them are mutilated in some way. The tubes are filled with an odd green liquid and the vampire are obviously kept against their will, struggling against the thick glass. The whole area appears to be like some magical laboratory and one of the homonculus lye on a lab table, with a weird odd crystal, thats hooked up to one of the tubes. It dawns on you that the vampires that Ivy had fought when protecting this place must have thought she had stolen the vampire clans. That would explain why there attacks were so... aggressive. Movement from the other end of the lab makes you realize you are not alone. You see Elias, tinkering with one of the homunculus. He pauses for a moment and presses a small button. The small blonde vampire in the tube lets out an anguished scream as the tube lights up in magical energies and then she disintegrates into a faint white light. The light goes down through the tub and into the odd crystal, which Elias places into the homonculus. A second later and the homunuclus explodes, and the crystal shatters. "Bah! Another failed attempte!" Elias curses... MC posted:
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: The Basement (!) I've said it before, I'll say it again: Fuckin' wizard poo poo. It's always something like that, isn't it? 'Course, seein' all that go down did bring some clarity to things. First off, guess that answers why the vamps have been goin' so bugnuts. Might be able to do somethin' with it, rally the Night gangs 'n poo poo to stop these ivory tower motherfuckers from takin' us down piecemeal. And, maybe most pertinently, stop Elias from takin' me down piecemeal. I know that dude's got some serious mojo and, whatever his game is, it's pretty drat clear that he's not gonna take whatever happened layin' down. And, yeah, it answered some questions about who I am. What I am, even. Two things: I'm On Shin-Hye. Always have been, always will be. Some people just roll over and accept things when their time comes. But me? Heh. I fuckin' pulled myself outta hell by my bootstraps. You think those vamps have some lingering resentment? Try the white-hot rage I felt when that gently caress did his soul-thieving. Course, somethin' like that burns a lot outta ya. It's like all the things that make you human get cooked out along the way, just leavin' the rage smoldering in the embers. Maybe that's why I need to suck in all that human poo poo to stay sane, yanno? Alright, alright. Next steps... Well, I guess I can fill in Ivy along the way, since she gave me a ride. Might as well give Copperstone a call too, let her know that she's got an angry wizard in her precious basement doin' some dirty wizard business. Ain't nobody likes that. So after a few minutes thinking it all over while we pile in the car, I start to do just that. @copperstone posted:it's done. might want to disavow/burn the place, whatever you need to do to cover your rear end. our mystery didn't end up being the good kind if you get what i'm saying. have info if you want to meet. Cryptic, sure, but about as good as I could do without a face-to-face. Ivy's account of things is a little more complete, though frankly still pretty obtruse. Fuckin' wizard poo poo always is. I say, "Well, Ivy, I ain't gonna say that it's lookin' good. Elias has been doin' some crazy poo poo with makin' vamps or somethin', doesn't look like it's been working, but... poo poo, I dunno. We get this out to the gangs, I bet the bloodsuckers are gonna calm down some. We all got bigger problems than turf wars right now." I sigh. "I figure we need call a meet. All the major players in the area. You, me, Jackie, Alexi, and whoever we can get to represent Arcanis. Neutral ground. A fuckin' parley."
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Dalir and Olivia Breathing hard Olivia and Dalir arrive at the derelict restaurant, an abandoned Arbys. The Arby's is in disrepair and several "CONDEMNED" signs on it, completely empty. Olivia groans as she realizes the Arby's might be condemned and abandoned, but the surrounding area sure isn't. Smack dab in the middle of a small mini-mall collateral damage might be an issue. A few shoppers stop, staring at you oddly as you wipe the sweat off your brow. Anna tries her best to hide, not having had enough time to de-manifest. She leans against the Arby's, trying to hide from view but only attracting more attention. Nobody has called out anything, but if they inspect any closer you might have a lot of answering to do. Both of you see Robbie manifest inside the Arby's, though he hasn't seemed to notice you. He is hovering over an object, hidden by the ruined countertop of Arbys, chanting away. The manhole cover a few feet away blasts open from a gush of air, and you hear the musical yowls of several creatures, not just one bird. What do you do? Tardzilla posted:
Cutter pales as the wizards quickly enter his compound and come out with a large, green, stone. It glows with ancient, mystical power and Cutter lets out a small moan of despair as they load the large stone into a black van. "Listen, it isn't what it looks like-" To you, it looks like they just loaded an energy battery, or mana stone, into the black van. An illegal energy battery. Your eyes must give you away because Cutter immediately caves. "Okay, it is what it looks like but hey, it's what powers my mojo! They are taking my mojo away Jackie!" The Black Van starts up and Mordecai goes into the building, ordering a few of Copperstone's regular goons to ransack the building. The Sherrif and the wizards start to fan out in the surrounding area, wands out as they cast magical searching spells. You curse as you catch a closer sight of who the Sherrif is. Peter Pendragon, Sheriff and Enforcer of the high council, someone who rather dislikes you. You never were the best of friends, what with you running a pack and him being high enforcer of the council. Still things came to a head where he bailed you out of a particularly nasty situation, and not without cost. Ever since then things have been... uncomfortable.. to say the least. Worst of all, he knows most of your tricks. Cutter continues to talk. "Jackie listen, you need some healing right? Get my mojo back and I'll help you out here." You still have some time before the wizards discover you, and the black van is just starting up. What do you do? thelazyblank posted:
You arrive at the bar and park, much to Murphy's distress. She waves you by as her cell phone rings, and she almost winces as she picks it up. You walk around, looking for Jean-Paul and find him. You find him dead, his body slumped against the wall. The cause of death is apparently, an explosion in the midsection. Bits of Jean-Paul are everywhere in the alleyway behind the bar, an eyeball here, an arm there. Whatever killed him was explosive and since the cops aren't around, silent. Tell tale signs of magic are around the area, the threads of magic are cut in ways you have seen before. A wizard did this. What do you do? Tricky posted:
Ivy bristles with rage as you walk out from the DeLuca Addiction Center, cracking her knuckles. Your phone buzzes and you are surprised to see who is texting. Reginald -- We might have a problem, wizards after Jean-Paul Great, just great. You have a soiree to plan on neutral grounds and this poo poo happens. OOC posted:
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Blood -1, Heart 1, Mind 1, Spirit 2 | Mortality 1, Night 0, Power 1, Wild 0 Harm 0 00 00 | Corruption XXXX0 | Location: At The Bar I take a deep breath as I stare at what's left of Jean-Paul for a moment. These twenty questions just turned into thirty. Now I'm hoping that whatever found me in my sanctum is still on our tail. I need these questions answers. I need to know why there are magical assassinations going on in the streets, and I'm not leaving until either Copperstone or whoever put the security hoodoo on this damned book gives me the real story. This is where I draw the line. Stupid wizard nonsense, dragging my parents here, creating enough problems to get me this wound up. No loving more. I get back into the car, giving Murphy a look, not caring about the phone. "To Copperstone's."
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Blood: 0 Heart: -1 Mind: +1 Spirit: +3| Mortality -1, Night 0, Power 2, Wild 1 Harm 0/5 | Corruption 2/5 | Location: At the Bar Olivia breathes a quiet and casual 'aww, gently caress' as she hears a chorus of demonic voices in pursuit this time. Then she takes Anna's hand around back, just like she'd seen in the vision. This was where it had ended, so hopefully Dalir had prepared for them. Either that, or the reason the vision ended was because she'd been horribly murdered by a bird demon.
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Blood: 2 Heart: 1 Mind: -2 Spirit: 1 | Mortality: -2 Night: 2 Power: 0 Wild: 2 Harm: X | X▢ | ▢▢ | Corruption: X X X▢▢ Tags: Location: The Raven Dimension The portal opens up and you are thrust back into the mortal realm. A man has you flopped over his shoulder and is carrying you towards the car. "Dunno why this job was so tough... Hah, Hey billy, check out what I have!" The man yells over at his companion and everything comes into focus. Smoke and the smell of fire fills your nostril. You see the hot-dog restaurant, more holes than actual restaurant, and you see Ray, bloodied and barely breathing. You hear the sound of another explosion, and quietly whip your head to the sound. You see a gang of toughs and guys in suit fly in the air as the area around them explodes. A few of the toughs get up and retreat, though a few remain down. The guys in suit are worse for wear, and only two are left standing. A huge shockwave comes next and your captor falls away, you land in a roll and come up to your feet, next to ray. You cover him with your body and the shockwave doesn't affect him. "Holy shi-" Says your captor as he sees you What do you do? OOC posted:You are placed back at Ray's side, shortly after the rocket exploded and Jackie Cage left the scene. You have 2 guys very far away, who don't notice you and are heavily wounded. You have your captor here (the guy who choked you out along with the ghoul) thelazyblank posted:
Murphy nods and you leave the scene without anyone giving you trouble. A few minutes later and you are at a construction facility, rebarb and bare steel pipes everywhere. It sits in one of the off-shoot streets of vancouver, the highway a few meters behind it. All around it are finished houses, beautiful office towers. It's a half finished warehouse and after going up a few girders you see a simple office, it's windows surveying the ground. On the door is a simple plate on it, reading COPPERSTONE. Murphy motions for your weapons. "No going in armed, okay?" OOC posted:Feel free to spend your debt on Murphy to go in armed if you wish, otherwise she pats you down (a mislead may let you go in armed if you wish) What do you do? Exmond fucked around with this message at 04:42 on Feb 26, 2018 |
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Dalir Boulos Blood: 0 | Heart 1 | Mind 1 | Spirit 0 || Mortality: 1 |Night: 0 | Power: 0 | Harm: Well, time to put on my best smile and tell a couple of merciful lies to any possible future witnesses and/victims. "Sorry folks, I'm going to have to ask you to clear the area, there's a rat infestation in here, our colleagues from Pest Control are going to get here any second to deal with those vermin, but that means pumping poison into this place, so if you could please give us some room so we can do our jobs, thank you..." quote:I got a 7 on my mislead roll. I choose to create an opportunity and to avoid further entanglement.
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Blood -1, Heart 1, Mind 1, Spirit 2 | Mortality 1, Night 0, Power 1, Wild 0 Harm 0 00 00 | Corruption 00000 | Location: At Copperstone's quote:/r 2d6+2 #Letting It Out To Sense Magic Alright, if this thing is still pulsing, maybe they'll sense me. Chase me down, especially after centering on it. Come and loving get me. "Hey, Murph. I'll let you hold my stuff, but for Perun's sake, if you lose it or break it.. Just.. don't. Keep them handy. I'm not going to be long."
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