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 Blood -1, Heart 2, Mind 0, Spirit +1 Tribunal +1 Lighthouse -1 Queensguard +1 Brighton +1 Harm 0/5 Corruption 2/5 drat it, Kazco, I think, as I hastily shove fistfuls of Redleaf into my pockets and also anything else of value that's not nailed down. Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal! Actually, nah. I'm not mad. That's what I get for not nailing down the wording of my agreement with the Hag. Next time I help Kaz or his buddies, though, it's gonna cost extra. "Don't come in!" I shout out the door. "This whole place is full of monsters! And... and poison. Totes dangerous to mortals-poison!" I start looking around for a grate or pipe. "Hold 'em off for a minute," I tell Maayo. "And I'll see if i can find a way out of here." quote:
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 Blood: +1 Heart: +2 Mind: +0 Spirit: -1 In My Web: Old Pete (NPC) I'm still trying to get my bearings and figure out the closest hospital when I spot the wizard thugs. More wizards showing up right now... is pretty suspicious. I look down at Malcolm and make a quick mental calculation. Malcolm's not in great shape, but he can stand to wait another minute. I slide him down and prop him up against the wall, out of the line of sight of the others. Then, I sneak towards them, trying to get closer and size them up. figure out the wizards = (2+4) = 6
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 Blood -1, Heart 2, Mind 1, Spirit 0 Lighthouse 0, Queens Guard 1, Brighton Cartel 0, Tribunal 1 Harm: ☒|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☐☐☐☐☐ || Location: Underground loving cops, even wizard cops, are all the same. My preferred method of talking to cops is "don't," but we seem to be in a bit of a bind. I clear my throat, and in the most official voice I can muster, I say, "We are agents acting in official capacity for the Brighton Cartel, on territory rightfully controlled by the werewolf Nessa. We are seizing this illegal operation, and any interference will be interpreted as a hostile act. Evacuate the premises immediately, and your current trespasses will be overlooked." quote:@Maayo (cloneboy): 2d6+1 bluff the wizard cops = (5+6)+1 = 12 Hopefully, that'll sow enough doubt about their jurisdiction to buy us enough time to figure a way out of here. I'm also hoping that they'll think Kazco's tip about me being there was bullshit, so I don't get wrapped up in whatever trouble Fernweh is in. cloneboy fucked around with this message at 04:27 on Feb 28, 2018 |
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There’s a lot going on in a very, very short amount of time, and none of it is very good for anyone. As Tristan tries to get a look over around the corner, one of the two men notices a single eye, firing his weapon at Tristan, the beanbag round in the shotgun hitting Tristan in the leg while shouting “There’s more of them!” From Tristan’s view, he thinks he’s seen these guys before. Does he recognize them? Tristan posted:Take 2-harm. The two of you on the inside can hear the sound of the shotgun firing, giving a light echo into the bigger room. The voice who shouted the declaration before keeps it simple while given all sorts of information that he has to process. “Why you’re here doesn’t matter to me, we just want to talk! Everyone should put their weapons away, we were told to get answers, not to kill you or get revenge.” A voice familiar to Fernweh is heard, speaking calmly but his voice projecting over the sewers. “What answers do you want? What information could my page have for you?” What the Cockroach King is doing down in the sewers is anyone’s guess, but Fernweh might have an idea. “And why would you want revenge on the youngest of my brood?” The gun moves from being pointed at Mrs. Cohen to being pointed straight at you. The distorted voice goes quiet, and the ones behind you move out of the way. “In that case, we’ll let you lead the way, Nessa. I don’t trust you at all, but I feel like we have your attention now.” He waves you towards the door, letting go of Mrs. Cohen for the moment. “Plus, if you’re lying to us, we can come back and finish breaking everything down. Maybe use some fire.” The beast inside wants to scream and start ripping things apart. You’re not entirely sure what happened, but the second shotgun blast doesn’t seem to affect the abomination in front of you. It continues to shuffle towards you and the Tooth Fairy, gnashing many of the forms of teeth, both real and mismatched. There’s a noise coming from the center of the creature, sounding like some sort of digestive distress. “Feed…” A sudden spray of liquid sprays over both you and the Tooth Fairy, causing some personal harm to the both of you. As the creature walks forward, you can tell that another major shotgun blast should put it on the ground, even if it won’t kill it. The exposed area from the last blast shows some wires and metal twisted and broken. The Tooth Fairy also falls to a knee, the spray getting into his eyes. Murphy posted:Take 2-harm, the Tooth Fairy is basically one hit away from death. Unloading the revolver into the creature in front of you causes the shapeshifter’s chest to explode outwards, but continues to force its way towards you. As you continue to get pushed back by the chestless shapeshifter, you bump backwards into two other humanoids. From right behind you, you hear the voice of the Prince. “Fateless one, if you stand and fight, I’ll ignore your ignorance in the bigger picture.” A pistol ends up between the two of you, firing really close to your heads in the hands of a semi-demonic woman in a suit, horns and stone-like features mixed in with human ones. “Less talking, more shooting.” As you follow the gun, you realize that the three of you are at least temporarily surrounded by zombie-like shapeshifters barely keeping their integrity but not seeming to stay down. What do you do?
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Blood -1, Heart 2, Mind 0, Spirit +1 Tribunal +1 Lighthouse -1 Queensguard +1 Brighton +1 Harm 0/5 Corruption 2/5 Okay. Okay. I can get out of this. I just need to think. All cops is assholes and wizard cops is double assholes but they have one thing in common which is that they're all super overconfident. All I have to do is wait until their guard is down and I'll-- I hear the gunshot and hit the floor. I ain't bulletproof, and wizards would come armed with cold iron. Only, when I look around, I can see that they aren't shooting at anyone in this room. The hell? "I don't even have a weapon!" I shout. "This is bullshit! I didn't hurt any of you or steal anything from you on this occasion!" And then I hear the voice. Dad's voice. Oh, poo poo. Oh poo poo oh poo poo oh poo poo. What's he doing here? I mean, he can go whither he whilst, 'cause he's a loving sovereign of the earth, but what's he doing here, specific-like? And then I remember the prayer outside, in hobo-sign, and the offering. And then tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum out there invoked my name. Not my full name, of course, but my human one, in underground halls sanctified to the name of the Unclean Court. poo poo. That's half a Communion ritual right there. Get me a tarnished mirror and a chunk of talc and we can have a loving face-time call. Huh. So. If Dad's close enough to this place to hear and be heard by mortals, that means we're all close enough to him to... I plunge my fingers into the redleaf-laden soil and reach out. The Court of the Cockroach King is always close when you're underground in this city. I can feel and taste it, just beyond my reach. If I were alone, I could find a grate and spend a few minutes and pop home for tea and crusty bread within the hour. But with all these humans here -- and I'm not abandoning Maayo -- it's going to take an effort... I pull and pull, trying to flip me and Maayo to the Unclean Court. And then I feel something give way, but it's not -- it's not -- it's not what I wanted to give. quote:
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Blood -1, Heart 2, Mind 1, Spirit 0 Lighthouse 0, Queens Guard 1, Brighton Cartel 0, Tribunal 1 Harm: ☒|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☐☐☐☐☐ || Location: Underground The scales seem to be tipping more and more in our favor, so hopefully I can continue to talk my way out of this. "Alright Lighthouse, at this point you're outnumbered, surrounded, and way out of your depth. I might be willing to answer a few questions, but you're leaving here empty handed." SidekickBOT-Today at 6:56 PM posted:@Maayo (cloneboy): 2d6+2 convince the cops that they're better off leaving = (5+1)+2 = 8 cloneboy fucked around with this message at 04:00 on Mar 7, 2018 |
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Blood: +1 Heart: +2 Mind: +0 Spirit: -1 In My Web: Old Pete (NPC) I yell out, saying, "What the gently caress was that for?" I squint when i recognize them and say, "Marcel? And Jack?" quote:Got a 10 on name to a face for Lighthouse Ok, I'm still not sure why LMES is here, but best guess is that they're looking for Malcolm. After all, when LMES rolls up on a shitshow like this, they're usually not stopping by for tea. But, they don't seem to know where he is, and I still need him. Actually, I that give me an idea. "Look, Marcel. Not sure why you're here, but it's a horror show in there, man. Chains and nasty looking wizard stuff and magic guardians. So... you might wanna go take care of that before we chat." Of course, that's all before the Cockroach King announces himself, and things get even more chaotic. quote:/r 2d6+2 #manipulate Marcel into helping Murphy
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A sudden pull from below drags you much faster than expected, spinning you as you fall down, disorienting you as you start to smell the first scents of the Unclean Court. Everything seems darker than normal, and you feel like you’re falling quite a bit deeper than you remember. Some good news and some bad news. The good news is that you’re far outside of the sewers of the mortal realm. The bad news is that this isn’t the Unclean Court. At least, not the court you’re used to. Everything looks covered in black splotches, waves of movement from them outside of the items they’re put up against. Nothing seems quite right. Do you have any idea where you are? What do you do? Marcel looks over towards Tristan, narrowing his eyes for a second as the vampire speaks. He puts his hands in the air, looking between the three people surrounding him. “Look, like I was telling the ga.. The page. She got caught on security digging around in one of our wizards’ sanctum. Given there was a series of robberies stealing a lot important and powerful relics, we’d like to speak with her. I had no idea there was a.. Goddamnit.” Jack looks over Maayo’s shoulder, curiously moving his eyes around. “She’s gone. Where’d she go? Look, if she’s gone onto the other side, I think we’d be better off just figuring out what’s going on downstairs and… Ignoring the fact that I’m pretty sure we’re in a Redleaf grow operation. My lord, you don’t mind answering a few of our questions, after we clean up this trash?” The Cockroach King ends up behind Maayo, possibly moving through the wall but is definitely looking to where Fernweh was. “I’ll answer your questions, if you still need them. I doubt she’d have anything to do with stealing anything powerful. She doesn’t have the will to do that. Not yet, at least. Mortal friend, your friend and my page may be in trouble. Do you wish to help?” The wizard cops both head towards Tristan. “Where’d you say it was?” What do you two do? The shotgun blast hits the creature right in the chest, a few threads starting to unravel quickly as it starts to lose a few of its heads. The open sewing marks show actual viscera which starts to fall and splatter in black and blue colors on the ground. The creature doesn’t look dead, but there’s nothing left that will be able to fight you unless you stick yourself directly in their way. As the creature dies extremely slowly, you look past and see two hooded figures who immediately start running away. The Tooth Fairy pukes right in front of you, barely able to keep himself standing using the wall to balance. He doesn’t look so hot, and he’ll probably need a hand if you want to be seeing him in one piece. What do you do? Alistair looks like he’s going to argue for half a second, but quickly and more importantly quietly nods. As you start to leave to head back inside, armed and ready to go, he shouts at you while getting into his limo. “Thanks again! Let’s never do this again!” He seems to be trying to make a joke. It’s really bad. Heading up the stairs, the shapeshifters in the hallways are all either dead or basically dead, splatter of humanoid parts and black blood going over everything. As you bust through the door, you notice that Alex, a demon and the fae from before are surrounded. Right as you kick in, weapons ready, you see Alex shouting, a bit of mystical energy sparking off of her. You gather some mystical energy to try to tie them to this plane, as all of the shapeshifters look straight at you. Sera’s gun blasts one of them right in the face as they start to all realize at the same moment what you’ve done. It passes through the room, creating a sense of panic within them all. The once thought dead suddenly merge together to try to make enough parts to run away, along with some of the panicked civilians showing signs of them being attached to the fate lines. The unfortunate part is that the creatures seem to be panicking, running straight towards the exits. One of those exits happens to be the one that your friend just kicked through. Another exit has your magister in the way, trying to hold them off with a sword. What do you do? You claw the gun right out of the man’s hand, the pistol going flying across the street and Mrs Cohen now far outside of the robber’s reach. As the claw slashes across the hand, blood sprays from the hand. The two goons are now at your sides, trying to point and aim the strange guns at you. One of them shouts towards the boss, “Hey, boss, get out of the way!” The other one tries to threaten you with the gun more directly, trying to sound tough but doesn’t have the robotic voice device. Her voice gives away the nerves. “Put the boss down, you mutt! This is silver nitrous oxide, it will gently caress you up!” She waves the gun way too close to you while threatening you. What do you do?
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Blood: +2 Heart: +2 Mind: -1 Spirit: +0 Tribunal: +1 Brighton Cartel :+1 Queens Guard: +1 The Lighthouse : -1 Harm: Jesus H Christ how much damage can this thing take. It's still trying to crawl at us, using its teeth as leverage since its legs are empty and splattered across the lab. I back off, grab my hockey bag full of loot and rush over to the Tooth Fairy's side. Faries are tough, you have to be when a fly swatter can end your day, but he's at his limit. I know basic first aid, but there isn't a large enough bandaid to make his wounds heal up. If I don't get him help, and fast, he's gonna be a gonner. Out of the corner of my eye, I see two figures crouching and I stand up. "Hey!" Before I can get a good look at them they run off, scampering further into the lab. The Tooth Fairy mentioned something about a master of this creature. Better get moving before more trouble comes. I offer my shoulder and now we are both walking towards the exit. I yell out "HELP" while looking at my phone. I don't want to have to call my boss, but poo poo, if things don't get better quick I'll have no options. Where the hell did Tristan run off to? OOC posted:So grabbing tooth fairy and going to yell help and for Tristan, following the general path I think Tristan went. Murphy figures she has some time to get help before the Tooth Fairy dies, if she doesn't she will dial up her boss and try and work out a deal.
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Blood -1, Heart 2, Mind 1, Spirit 0 Lighthouse 0, Queens Guard 1, Brighton Cartel 0, Tribunal 1 Harm: ☒|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☐☐☐☐☐ || Location: Underground "What do you mean, 'Where'd she go?' She's right-" I turn around and see the Cockroach King looking at where Fernweh was. "Oh, your uh.. majesty? Yeah, I'll help in any way I can." I pull the memory card with video from the Circle of Disputes out of my pocket and offer it to the Cockroach King. "I have most of that footage of the fights you wanted. I had someone else getting the main event, but after what's happened here, I'm not sure if I can trust them to keep up their end of the bargain." I hear Murphy's call for help echoing through the halls. "How urgent is Fernweh's situation? Can you help me help another of my friends first? Consider it payment for the first half of your video package." OOC posted:I want to Cash in a Debt with the Cockroach King to say I Brought Friends and get him to Back me up in a dangerous situation
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Blood -1, Heart +2, Mind 0, Spirit +1 Tribunal +1 Lighthouse -1 Queensguard +1 Brighton +1 Harm 0/5 Corruption 2/5 I look around, taking a deep breath. That's weird; it normally smells much more like garbage. I take out my zippo and flick the light on; my phone's got a light, but phones don't always work so good on the other side. In the flickering fire I see dark and tunnels and dark and flooring and dark. And I got real loving good night vision, so that means it's hella dark. Magical dark. "Oh poo poo," I say. "I'm in Stranger Things! I loving told Kifune that poo poo was real!" I look around some more. "He owes me a coke." I poke the wall; it feels cold. Colder than the subway walls usually feel, which is actually pretty warm. Earth's good insulation. I bend over and sniff the floor. It smells like the Unclean Court, but real faint, and old. I listen. I can hear the distant sounds of trickling water. I squat down on my haunches and look at my lighter. Then I turn it off and close my eyes. If I was a human in this situation, I'd be hosed, but I'm not. I'm a garbage-fae. I'm the youngest unbegotten daughter of the King of Filth, with all the powers and privileges that entails. I got the trash-kenning and the deep-downing, I can tell you the value of a pile of junk at a glance and I never get lost on city streets and I always know where to find the best food and clubs and drugs. I take ten minutes to orient myself, and then I start looking for a way out. It's above me, somewhere. I can feel the tunnels ahead and behind, and they feel both familiar and wrong. It's like an upside down mirror copy of the real New York Underground. But whatever this place is, my dad's still the king of it, and that means I don't gotta take its poo poo. "Dad!" I shout down the hallway. I start walking, looking for a path. "Dad! Can you hear me?" If I can get close enough, he'll be able to respond. All I got to do is keep moving. Then a thought strikes me. "Demigorgon? Are you loving real too? If so, let's parley." quote:SidekickBOT - Today at 5:05 PM
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Blood: +1 Heart: +2 Mind: +0 Spirit: -1 In My Web: Old Pete (NPC) I jerk my thumb back the way I came and say, "This way." ------ When we get back, I yell into the door, "Hey, Murphy. Cavalry's here!"
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Blood +1 | Heart +0 | Mind +2 | Spirit -1 || Lighthouse +2 | Queens Guard +1 | Brighton Cartel -1 | Tribunal +0 Harm: ☒|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☐☐☐☐☐ || Location: The Soiree I look at the horde at the horde that's coming right at me. The smart thing to do would be to turn and run, but that's not the Steele way. A Steele stands and fights against the hordes of darkness! ...Or at least, that's what my dad would say. Personally, I have no problem with running away when things go bad, but I can't do that now when my friend is in danger. I take a deep breath, grip my enchanted sword, and charge right into them, and give my best battle yell. I might not be a good a fighter as my dad, but that doesn't mean I'm bad when it comes to a fight! quote:@Piper Steele (Hugzilla): 2d6+1 Unleashing on the changeling horde = (2+6)+1 = 9
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As you wander through the dark, vaguely familiar halls of the place under the Unclean Court, which is what it feels like. There was a creeping shadow, now forming around a very familiar shape.  It speaks, stalking awkwardly like it was getting used to its new form. “Ah, thank you, Page. You give me form, give me shape. I am the guide, the voice and the shadow. I speak for the space between, not the infection. Before you lies a choice for your future, for your present. Let me clear the way..” A bright shining light flashes for a second, especially harsh in the shade that you sit in. Two pathways, one covered in fire, the other covered in a waterfall of unnatural sludge. The creature speaks again. “The coming darkness is upon you.” OOC posted:Custom move, Escaping the Shadow Courts: If you take the sludge path, mark 2 corruption but no roll is necessary. The Cockroach King’s face seems to twitch for a second, before he smiles to Maayo. It is very unnerving. “Nevermind, the filth is protecting their own. My page will be fine on the geological scale. Let us solve your friend’s problems first. We should be on the move if what I am hearing is correct.” The two injured people stick back with Marcel, who is calling in backup to investigate the lab. He points towards Murphy. “Don’t worry about these two, we’ve got them if you can help Jack secure the lab. If this is related to what’s going on up top, you’ll want to end up helping us rather than being a pain in our rear end.” OOC posted:Investigating this is another custom move: Roll +Mind to help the investigation of the lab. Gain +3 if you’ve used a debt on someone else to help you. On a hit, hold 1 for the investigation. On a 10+, gain +1 on next session’s start of session move and gain a positive reputation with the Lighthouse. Spend your hold 1 for 1 to get one of the below: Right as you speak, you feel a spike right into your hand from the boss, followed by both of the unusual guns firing darts into your sides. The feel of silver can be felt from the two darts, sliding through your skin and fur, dumping its contents straight into your veins. Your head starts to feel cloudy as the drugs mix into your blood. You hear the boss, grabbing his own hands while running. “Split up and get out of here!” The three of them run in different directions, but you have to fight just to get your body moving after any of them. OOC posted:To keep up with any of them, first you have to Keep Your Cool to get your body moving faster than a crawl. If you hit, you can go after one of them. As the rush of shapeshifters, both partial and complete, start heading for the exits. Both Piper and Dmitri stand their ground successfully, not completely unharmed but still standing with a few added to their count. The shapeshifters numbers were too large to have been the masterminds behind this, but that means that something else was going on. The Prince seems to still be on edge, pointing his blade at Alex and shouting over the sound of the now-calming room. “Where did you take the fat poet?!” Weapons start getting pointed around after that, Dmitri pointing a wand at the Prince and Sera pointing pistols now both at Alex and Dmitri, who now speaks up. “Now’s not the time for pointing weapons at people, we need to make sure he’s safe, that they’re all safe!” Other than the standoff, the less combat-practiced seem to be cleaning themselves off and straightening themselves up. Do either of you have any other connections with the survivors? With the now-dead? What do you do?
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Blood: +2 Heart: +2 Mind: -1 Spirit: +0 Tribunal: +1 Brighton Cartel :+1 Queens Guard: +1 The Lighthouse : -1 Harm: "So who where those guys and how did you get here and do you know how to get slime out of your hair?" I barrage the tooth fairy with a dozen questions, the last question taking top priority. The tooth fairy looks at me, exhaustion in their eyes, and before they can say anything Tristan is there, calvary in hand and hopefully some shampoo. I eye the two wizards that compromise the calvary, Lightouse Sheep, but beggars don't get to be choosers. I hand them the tooth-fairy, and look them square in the eye. "Take care of them," I say and sit down, holstering the shotgun into the hockey back. More Lighthouse members start to enter the area, and my hockey bag of stolen gear starts to feel real heavy and like a real bad plan. I stand aside Tristan, nothing like a bartender to talk down wizards should people find out about my ransac- investigating procedures. One of the wizards, someone who looks like he has a big ego and can walk the walk, points at me. “Don’t worry about these two, we’ve got them if you can help Jack secure the lab. If this is related to what’s going on up top, you’ll want to end up helping us rather than being a pain in our rear end.” I raise my hand meekly, wanna-be rescuers love meekly, and say, "I can help! I'm great at steal- investigating.. investigating." OOC posted:Helping out investigating, getting +reputation is too good to pass up!
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Blood -1, Heart +2, Mind 0, Spirit +1 Tribunal +1 Lighthouse -1 Queensguard +1 Brighton +1 Harm 0/5 Corruption 2/5 Holy poo poo, it's real. I was joking. At least it doesn't seem hostile. I clear my throat. "Well, thanks, Demigorgon-guy. You did a real good job of making the way... clearer. And fiery-er." I look from the sludge-fall to the fire. My natural instinct is to go through the sludge, because I'm garbage-fae and that poo poo doesn't bother me. But maybe that's exactly what the creepy millenial StayPuft update wants me to think... On the other hand, fire: bad. I look from one path to the other, debating. But that's getting me nowhere, fast, and I have an inkling that this place is basically the Unclean Court's metastisized double-cancer and sticking around here longer than I have to is probably bad for my health. gently caress it. I reach into my pants pocket and pull out a subway token. It's a vintage '79 Diamond Jubilee, one of Dad's best. I flip it in the air, catch it, and slap it down on my hand. Then I peek. "Fire it is." I'm already running as I pocket the token, and then I'm into the flame. "This was a terrible idea!" quote:SidekickBOT - @Fernweh (OKShark): 2d6+1 Escaping the Shadow Courts = (3+1)+1 = 5
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Blood: +1 Heart: +2 Mind: +0 Spirit: -1 In My Web: Old Pete (NPC) I make a beeline for the files in the corner. I don't know much about magic nonsense, but I do know about financials and purchase orders. I'm willing to bet the people here weren't expecting to have their paperwork investigated. ...And if they've got this kind of money to throw around, maybe whoever is investing in them might be interested in an alternate investment strategy. Say... a new nightlife hotspot. quote:/r 2d6 #searching the lab Capfalcon fucked around with this message at 02:44 on Mar 26, 2018 |
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Blood +1, Heart -1, Mind 1, Spirit 1 Lighthouse -1, Harm: X|OO|OO || Corruption 1/5 || Location: East Harlem, Nessa's territory Yeah, you better run, cowards. Good thing they didn't see my legs shaking, or this would truly suck. A lot of werewolves tell me that silver feels like burning to them, or like the stabbing of a serrated blade. To me, it feels sickening, more like poison than anything else. I want to vomit until I've gotten that foulness out of me, but I can't. Not quite yet. Gotta go check on Mrs. Cohen, make sure that she's okay. After that, I find a nice alleyway where to empty my guts, and then to sleep. To recuperate.
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Blood -1, Heart 2, Mind 1, Spirit 0 Lighthouse 0, Queens Guard 1, Brighton Cartel 0, Tribunal 1 Harm: ☒|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☐☐☐☐☐ || Location: Underground Lab I file into the room with Tristan, Murphy, and the two wizards. I look around and make sure to avoid the pile of writhing viscera. I feel kind of bad dragging the Cockroach King into this and leaving Fernweh in the lurch; I thought we were heading into a fight. In retrospect, I don't know why I thought bringing him into a fight would be a good idea. I kinda figured he would just give me a magic weapon or something. I really do play too much D&D. The Cockroach King's expression is inscrutable, but I get the feeling he finds this situation slightly irritating, but ultimately amusing. Well, I hope he feels that way, at least. He looks at me, then looks down at a waste bin, then back to me with a grin. While the Lighthouse goons are busy "securing the situation," I start digging through the trash. SidekickBOT- posted:@Maayo (cloneboy): 2d6+4 investigating the lab = (2+5)+4 = 11
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OOC note posted:Alright, I'm going to hamfist this session ending a little more than I'd like. I'd like to give another week for the people at the hotel to interact to what's going on, but we're basically cooling down. Murphy's looting tendencies gets her to set off another piece of home-made security, a sharp spike shoots out of the wall, barely nicking her shoulder but not really breaking skin. The spike is covered in some sort of blue-black fluid which not even the mages there had seen before. It probably isn't good for you, but the exact damage may be more than meets the eye. Especially given all the experimentation going on, it can't be good. Murphy posted:Mark corruption. The other investigations go more smoothly, especially since whoever was here wasn't expecting there to be anyone looking through the area. It was a real amateur hour setup for all of their info. The alchemist's trash can was full of receipts, which between the bunch lets Maayo figure out the name: Nathan Martin. By itself, it wouldn't mean much, but just mentioning the name out loud causes one of the nearby wizards' eyes to go wide. "Nathan Martin? Nathan the Mad? Unbelievable. Explains why they're doing the work in the sewers. He's been exiled from the city, as much as the Lighthouse can do that nowadays. This seems like something right up his alley. Good work, kid." The wizard cop gives Maayo a pat on the back. The financial trail leads back to two names more than once, Callista Matriana and the Kingmaker. Callista Matriana could be the Kingmaker, especially after hearing that one of the people down here was nicknamed Nathan the Mad, but it seems to be clearly mentioning the name at least a few times. Callista is a member of the Cartel, and a pretty high-level one. If there's a conspiracy, telling the wizard cops might not help. What do you do with the information? The Cockroach King yawns after a little bit, looking around as he did so. "Now, if you all don't mind, I'm going to check on my side of things, make sure whatever's going on here didn't leak too far into the other side. Maayo, was it? Did you want a ride?" OOC posted:Murphy knows that Callista is one of the major bosses in the city, in charge of soul acquisitions for the infernal side of things, and dabbling in some bigger criminal enterprises beyond drugs. Heading back to the safety of your home, Mrs. Cohen is there, checking on herself and straightening the place back up. The kick from the chemicals is starting to kick in as you force yourself past towards your place in all of this. The last thing you remember is Mrs. Cohen speaking. "Don't worry about us, we can take care of ourselves." What does your place look like? Heading straight to bed seems like the best idea you have going for you if you don't want to fight whatever tranqs the burglars used. What do your dreams feel like, knowing that this could have been a lot worse?
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Maayo Blood -1, Heart 2, Mind 1, Spirit 0 Lighthouse 0, Queens Guard 1, Brighton Cartel 0, Tribunal 1 Harm: ☒|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☐☐☐☐☐ || Location: Underground Lab "Hell yeah, let's roll," I say to the Cockroach King's invitation. "I mean uh… I would be honored to accompany you, your uhh… majesty?" I then turn to the LMES agents, making sure that I'm facing both of them, since I'm still not sure which is which, "Marcel, was it? Do you have a card or something, so I know how to get in contact with you? I'll keep you updated in case my investigation turns up anything useful."
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Blood -1 | Heart +0 | Mind +1 | Spirit +2 || Lighthouse +1 | Queens Guard +1 | Brighton Cartel -1 | Tribunal +1 Harm: ☒|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Hold: None || Location: The Soiree At this point, it cannot be understated how little the Prince has endeared himself to me. I make a mental note to approach Carita or one of my other contacts about the possibility of securing materials necessary to create something of a magical restraining order. The lack of his presence around my person would be worth the cost. I move over to Piper and quickly ask, "...Did they make it out? Are they safe?" This isn't to say that I'm ignoring the Prince, no, but I have no doubt that Sera and my magister can handle him. The enforcer seems reasonably well inclined towards me after I helped them rout the shapeshifters and, naturally, Dmitri won't sell out a member's relative. Even if it would likely be the expedient choice.
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Blood +1 | Heart +0 | Mind +2 | Spirit -1 || Lighthouse +2 | Queens Guard +1 | Brighton Cartel -1 | Tribunal +0 Harm: ☒|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☐☐☐☐☐ || Location: The Soiree "So long as they don't do anything stupid, they should be safe," I tell Alex, as I put my sword back in it's sheath, "They should be staying at a safe house by now, waiting for us to get them." I glance over at the guy who was yelling at Alex, and then back to her. I cover the side of my mouth with one hand, and whisper, "What's with the angry sword guy over there? What's got him throwing such a hissy fit?"
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Blood -1, Heart +2, Mind 0, Spirit +1 Tribunal +1 Lighthouse -1 Queensguard +1 Brighton +1 Harm 1(a)/5 Corruption 2/5 I ooze out of a hole in the wall into the Unclean court. Home sweet home! I'd recognize that smell of mildew, hot pepper, and burnt coffee grounds anywhere. Y'know, people get the UC wrong by imagining it as this gross, smelly, cramped, wet hole in the ground. Truth is, it's actually quite dry and spacious. We've got tunnels of every size, from crawl-ways lit by dangling christmas tree lights to subway tunnels lit by 20,000 lumen tripod lights looted from city construction sites. As for the smell; well, it's no worse than the rest of the city. If you want clean air, move to flyover country. As I bask in the familiar glow, I take stock of my situation. Sure, I'm burnt up. Also, I've got a voice in my head. Also also, I think maybe dad's realm has an undiagnosed cancer. On the bright side, I'm alive, I solved my wizard problem for the moment, and I've got two pockets full of stolen Redleaf. Could be worse! I wonder if the humie made it out okay? Probably. Wizards don't hurt their own kind, much. "Hey, Dad!" I call out into the empty realm. "I'm back! You'll never guess where I've been."
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Blood +1, Heart -1, Mind 1, Spirit 1 Lighthouse -1, Harm: X|OO|OO || Corruption 1/5 || Location: Warehouse, Nessa's territory I nod at Mrs. Cohen, and make my way to the old, decrepit warehouse that nobody uses anymore and that I've turned into a den of sorts. Well, if you can call a bunch of blankets piled in a corner "a den". Still, it's softer than sleeping on the floor, and I'll be damned if I am going to impose on the hospitality of the people I'm meant to defend. The dreams... they're not good. Mrs. Cohen is on the floor, her pink, flowery apron marred with blood. Her eyes are cold, distant, lifeless. There are... jackals? Are those jackals? No, I mean, yes; they are jackals, but they have the faces of Cartel people. Big Allie. Kazco. Even some werewolves colleagues of mine. And they're eating her. And I just stand there powerless, looking at them ripping strips of flesh of this poor woman whose only fault was living in the wrong place. I look at her absent eyes and it hurts more than the most spiteful, condemning glare. My eyes open wide. How long did I sleep? My breath is shallow. I need to calm myself. Calm down. No panicking. You'll check on them later. Now, deep breaths. Count to ten. Everything will be fine. Maybe if I repeat it enough I will convince myself that it's actually true.
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Blood -1 | Heart +0 | Mind +1 | Spirit +2 || Lighthouse +1 | Queens Guard +1 | Brighton Cartel -1 | Tribunal +1 Harm: ☒|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Hold: None || Location: The Soiree Dryly, I respond, "I think he's somewhat disappointed that he couldn't run my... date... through in the chaos." Tricky fucked around with this message at 20:20 on Mar 28, 2018 |
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Alex & Piper The weapons gets pointed downwards, but only the Prince speaks up, his voice showing something resembling anger. "It's more complicated than that. We did not want to kill either of them. Especially not the annoying one. The playwright needed to be secured, that is all. Given what happened tonight, the entire situation seems to escalated to simply smuggling him to the other side may not give us what we need. It means we will need to secure those among us who may be connected to this, either being hunted or who may be working for them." The room is slowly calming down, but people are still looking at one another suspiciously among the survivors. Piper, you notice one of the security guards was a fellow independent hunter, Marcus Wright, stabbed in the back. Alex, one of your former fellow apprentices, Natalie Mabiala, who's still alive but is holding a hell of a cut against her gut. Overall, there's been a lot of chaos. Fernweh & Maayo The Cockroach King, without a bit of effort, pulls Maayo through the walls of the Court. Maayo didn't even have time to get disoriented before taking the two steps through and feet on firm ground. The King puts his hands up, trying to tell Fernweh to calm down. "Broodling, please, I'm right here. There's no need to shout. I brought your human, he wished to ensure your safety. Everything is handled back on the mortal side, but we should talk to the wizards about this little problem you have. Especially since I know what sort of things you steal." He doesn't seem disappointed or bothered at all from what he's saying, speaking very matter-of-factly. "What did you find?" Everyone The next day, there's a mass message for all of you: For Fernweh & Maayo: From the Cockroach King For Alex & Piper: From Alex's Magister For Murphy & Nessa: From Murphy's boss. For Tristan: From Old Pete, of all people. The message was sent individually down a chain of people to trustworthy people. Whether it was because of the recent work or something else, you all get the message that there's going to be a meeting about the current issues with infections, meeting at Old Pete's, with a much different atmosphere than the previous event. Invites only. Do you want to invite anyone? Do any investigations of your own? Other side work?
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Blood +1, Heart -1, Mind 1, Spirit 1 Lighthouse -1, Harm: O|OO|OO || Corruption 1/5 || Location: Old Pete's I get there early. It pays to be early for these kind of things, so you can keep an eye on who's there. I lean against the wall of Old Pete's, before popping some chewing gum in my mouth, just to keep myself busy. God, I wish I'd gotten more sleep. paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 11:01 on Apr 11, 2018 |
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Blood -1 | Heart +0 | Mind +1 | Spirit +2 || Lighthouse +1 | Queens Guard +1 | Brighton Cartel -1 | Tribunal +1 Harm: ☒|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Hold: None || Location: Back at the Sanctum Alright, so, I must admit... that went worse than I had expected. Leonard didn't die and I probably wasn't directly responsible for unleashing a plague of shapeshifting monstrosities working on an utterly foreign set of natural laws. In fact, I'll upgrade that to 'almost certainly wasn't.' Trust me, I'm an expert. ...That's my measured opinion if anyone asks, anyways. I can't maintain that same opinion in my own head. They knew me. They spoke to me. And the sheer scale... I don't think we have as much time before a full-scale breach as I'd believed. Ensuring Leonard's safety and regaining my standing in the Lighthouse is increasingly looking like a lower priority compared to, say, finding some method to repair the torn fabric of causality and fate that our visitors seem to be creeping in through. So, while I wait for my delivery of Fae supplies, I certainly investigate potential avenues and methods for repairing said breach. I cannot imagine it will be easy, but if I have some idea of how to accomplish it... Well, I'd imagine that would help move the conversations at this coming meeting towards being more productive than acrimonious.
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Blood: +2 Heart: +2 Mind: -1 Spirit: +0 Tribunal: +1 Brighton Cartel :+1 Queens Guard: +1 The Lighthouse : -1 Harm: OOC posted:Murphy is going to be spending her time investigating the infection, unless her boss has a job for her. Maybe find out why the infected creatures looks like miniature tooth fairies, and also hey, how is that tooth fairy doing! She won't invite anyone to the party, but warn Nessa what's up and collaborate with her.
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Blood: +1 Heart: +2 Mind: +0 Spirit: -1 In My Web: Old Pete (NPC) Once we managed to get everything more or less sorted, we got Malcolm situated and once he had more of his blood on the inside than the outside, he gives me a lead to pass on to the Cockroach King a bit out of earshot from everyone else. So, that's all sorted. But personally? I've been putting feelers out for a meetup with Callista Matriana and the Kingmaker. Sounds like they've got the scratch to help me move up to the big leagues, and I'm sure we can come to some sort of equitable arrangement.
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