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Re: Death from Above
DIR By: Evil Squeegee
Date: December 15, 2024, 2:01 am
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[center]Eve Solomon
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They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us[/center]
App 5 (Arresting) | Faerie Affinity | Animal Magnetism |
Charisma 4 (Captivating) | Legend (Red Riding Hood)
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Aine (the werewolf, not the sidhe) asks me if anyone would want
to take me down, and Aine (the sidhe, not the werewolf) echoes
the question.
“Not that I know of, Ryah. I mean, there’s the usual suspects,
but last I checked your typical Garou rogues’ gallery doesn’t
particularly involve itself with chimera. If this was some kind
of attempt at me and mine, it’s a piss-poor one. Dropping
sandbags on stage crew doesn’t do much to me?”
I fiddle a little with my ring, and ultimately decide to share.
“I mean I’ve been taught since I was little to expect someone to
want to thieve Nameright from the Vault, or from my hand when he
decided he wanted to see the world. So I suppose someone who
knows enough faerie lore to hunt Nameright might know enough
faerie lore to unleash a Chimera in order to probe for intel.
But that’s a stretch, isn’t it?”
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Re: Death from Above
DIR By: thesadiecat
Date: December 17, 2024, 8:12 pm
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Aurora’s Grace
People see me, I'm a challenge to your balance
I'm over your heads, how I confound you and astound you[/center]
| Fey Creature | Metis: Palsy | Fostern Fianna Theurge |
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So no known enemies for either myself or Aine, that’s a bit of a
relief. It is exceedingly easy to lose track of who, what and
where with the kinds of travels that the two of us do. Or even
just my solo ventures.. It’s not like I haven’t had to traipse
all over the country looking for people.
That better sniffer of mine gets cutely wrinkled as I sniff
imperiously towards Aine, and then stick my tongue out at her.
She hasn’t washed off the concert yet. Not that she smells bad;
it’s almost exactly the opposite with Aine: the glamour that
clings to her skin like sparkles smell sweet and enticing.
Which echoes LP’s good point… our concerts tend to attract
chimera, but that typically happens during the set, and not
before it. And they don’t tend to wyrd themselves into reality.
It’s a puzzle that I’m turning carefully over in my brain.
Speaking of sniffers… Eve drops a few choice phrases that cause
me to refocus my attention on her. I shake my head gently. “No
rhya’s here. No titles, no ‘onorifics. Safer all ‘round, fer
e’eryone.” Not all of our crew, band or roadies, are completely
in the know, as it were. Now that she’s called my attention to
it, I can pick it up on the air. She’s of me and mine, not
Fian, but I can sense the wolf to her.
“Feint tactics are jus’ that, though: a seemin’ly misdirected
attack used t’gauge skill, capability…” I wave a hand as if to
clear the air around my head, effectively banishing my own
catastrophizing thoughts. It’s taken me a long time to stop
being anxious and worrisome about every little thing. I
shouldn’t get that way now. I know LP is capable and fully able
to defend herself in the times of need… But without a pack of my
own, the band, our roadies, are my surrogates, and I do wax
protective of them.
“Nameright?” I key in on the ring she’s fiddling with, and
slide from the arm of the couch to gingerly approach. Extending
a trembling hand, I seek permission to take a closer look
gently. “I was born ‘neath th’ Crescent Moon… despite what many
think… May I?”
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Re: Death from Above
DIR By: DEM
Date: December 17, 2024, 8:58 pm
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[center]Aine Rinceor
It's all the same, only the names have changed
Every day, it seems we're wastin' away.
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night, just to get back home.[/center]
App 6 | Innocent | Charisma 4 | Enticing | Yes, both of those.
Deal with it. | NPC For Now
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Aine sticking her tongue out at me just gets me grinning. I
mean, how often can someone say they get to tease a werewolf?
Then she's saying stuff kinda like what I said and... ohhhh, the
new kid must be wolf-blooded, too, huh? Sheesh, talk about a
weirdness magnet. Poor kid probably never gets a day to just
curl up someplace with hot cocoa and watch Nitpix or anything.
And that's just a crime. Downtime's important.
"Well, if someone was trying to gauge defensive skills around
here, they didn't even scratch the surface, Red... so we can
probably relax a little on that front, yeah?"
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That's right, one fucking letter.
What are you, my mother? Shut up.[/center]
App Less Than Eve | Charisma Less Than Eve | Physically
Impressive | Strength More Than Eve | Curiosity
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"Alright, so if this wasn't some kind of
definitely-targeting-the-band, how do we find out what this was?
I mean, I might not be security, but that's all on the venue
anyway, and I wouldn't necessarily trust any of them. Even if
they were 'in the know', so to speak."
And yeah, I'm kind of pushing right past the 'snorting glamour
off Eve's butt' portion of the program. That's been settled, so
it looks like I got away with it.
"You got any ideas, kid?" That, of course, to Eve. I'd never get
away with calling AK 'kid'.
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Re: Death from Above
DIR By: Evil Squeegee
Date: December 17, 2024, 10:09 pm
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They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us[/center]
App 5 (Arresting) | Faerie Affinity | Animal Magnetism |
Charisma 4 (Captivating) | Legend (Red Riding Hood)
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No honorifics.
Right.
That… is going to be difficult. There’s only two
Garou I don’t use honorifics for, and I’m directly
related to both of them. But hey, when a Garou establishes a
rule, you follow it. So, hard or not, them’s the breaks --
right?
Right.
“Idunno,” I say, looking down at my right hand.
“Can she?”
My right hand -- the one with the ring -- gives a thumbs up. I
roll my eyes. He’s such a drama queen. He COULD
telepathically communicate, but does he? No. He makes me look
like a fucking nut, instead.
He reaches out and places my hand in Aine’s (the
‘Rou, not the Sidhe).
I’m starting to see why L uses initials.
“Oi,” I say, ponting at L with my free hand (really,
my only hand, but that’s neither here nor there).
“No honorifics. You heard the lady. I got a name.”
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Re: Death from Above
DIR By: thesadiecat
Date: December 18, 2024, 8:32 pm
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Aurora’s Grace
People see me, I'm a challenge to your balance
I'm over your heads, how I confound you and astound you[/center]
| Fey Creature | Metis: Palsy | Fostern Fianna Theurge |
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Aine’s and LP’s questions kind of get ignored, not on purpose,
though. My curiosity is piqued and I tend to exert a kind of
hyperfocus in those situations. It’s not that I don’t hear the
questions… being able to ease up on the worry and trying to
figure out just where the chimera came from and if there’s an
inherent threat looming are both important questions. And I
should summarily answer them.
But… Eve’s hand acts like a separate entity. She asks her hand
if I can take a closer look. And her hand responds.
Separately. It’s like a scene out of that old horror movie Aine
made me watch last Samhain. The ring partially controls her.
The ring is sentient. The separate hand… can I really think of
it as Eve’s?... slides into my grasp.
My fingers skim the band. And suddenly.. I’m just not there.
Mentally at least. My body stays in place; the palsy getting
more apparent with the passing seconds. If Eve were to look at
my face, my eyes are unfocused, pupils constricted to the
tiniest of pinpricks, making the dark violet ring at the edge of
my blue irises really stand out.
My mind is flooded in the space between breaths.
Carnage. A battlefield. Creatures that aren’t human litter the
hillside, spilled around a structure that seems to have erupted
from the very earth. Movement catches my attention, the gleam
of a ring, that ring, Nameright, on the hand of a troll knight.
His name is carved into my mind even as I stare in awe of his
presence, his stature. It happens too fast, the bellowed
challenge, the exchange between him and the pooka. I want to
intervene! I can’t. I never can. The past? The future?
Which is this I’m seeing? The troll takes his own life, blood
spraying over arcane marks. The earth groans in protest as it
swallows the structure. The blade tumbles from his grasp,
landing in the grass nearly at my feet. Moments later, the ring
tings off rocks, as if trying to seek a new master… the pooka
scoops up the blade, and steps right through where I am supposed
to be..
It’s enough to break the vision, to snap my attention back to
the reality of here and now. I drop Nameright’s hand as if it
pinched me.
--- Quote ---
> Wits 3, Zero Subterfuge: [3d10] Roll: [8, 8, 5]
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I somehow manage to not look panicked as I focus on Eve’s face.
We’re a similar height, which at this moment may be a curse. My
tongue cleaves to the top of my mouth, immobile until the urge
to speak of this Nameless One and this Aubrey passes. The geas
set over me by my grandmother’s motley exerts a terrible force
to keep me safe, and free from misuse of my gift. I need to
reframe it in such a way that the vision was not mine, per say,
but a gift from Nameright himself, showing me a glimpse of his
past. It had to be the past…
“He’s been present at a great sacrifice… a sealing away of
something deeply evil. Nameright has enemies. Old enemies.” I
step back from Eve, shaking badly enough that I fear I might
fall down. My solution is what it always is when this happens.
I sit, practically collapse back on the couch. I need to calm
down..
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Re: Death from Above
DIR By: DEM
Date: December 18, 2024, 8:46 pm
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That's right, one fucking letter.
What are you, my mother? Shut up.[/center]
App Less Than Eve | Charisma Less Than Eve | Physically
Impressive | Strength More Than Eve | Curiosity
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AK looks like she's having a distinctly out-of-body experience,
and then... ends up on the couch. Pretty much right away, I'm
right there beside her, checking to make sure she's alright.
"Hey, you ok?" See? Checking! "You need me to get you a drink?
Scotch? Soda?" She doesn't really get drunk... ever... so, the
scotch is probably a no-go, but you know, she's clearly a bit
shaken and it's my job to take care of the both of them, so...
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[center]Aine Rinceor
It's all the same, only the names have changed
Every day, it seems we're wastin' away.
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night, just to get back home.[/center]
App 6 | Innocent | Charisma 4 | Enticing | Yes, both of those.
Deal with it. | NPC For Now
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I've seen Aine get like this before. Something took her for a
moment, and she's going to need a minute or two to gather
herself again. Old enemies, she said. Hrm.
"So, Eve... looks like your friend might be... something of a
magnet for trouble. As it happens, trouble is something of a
hobby around here. So: Other than looking even more amazing than
we sound, what can we do to help you out, hmm?"
Let's get the focus off Red, just for a bit.
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Re: Death from Above
DIR By: Evil Squeegee
Date: December 18, 2024, 9:28 pm
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They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us[/center]
App 5 (Arresting) | Faerie Affinity | Animal Magnetism |
Charisma 4 (Captivating) | Legend (Red Riding Hood)
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“...what did you do, Nameright?”
My hand shrugs.
I look to Aine (the werewolf), concerned -- but L is on top of
it, and Aine (the sidhe) wants to turn my attention away from
the couch. I’m no fool, I can see what’s happening. That doesn’t
mean, though, that I won’t oblige.
“Trouble is my middle name,” I say with a smirk. “Glad to
provide, I guess?”
I mean, providing isn’t a problem… ahem.
“Well if it was someone pushing for intel on NAmeright’s
defenses, they didn’t get much. My entire extended family has my
back,” I say. “And instead they got a face-full of L’s
lightning-fists.”
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Re: Death from Above
DIR By: thesadiecat
Date: December 18, 2024, 10:13 pm
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Aurora’s Grace
People see me, I'm a challenge to your balance
I'm over your heads, how I confound you and astound you[/center]
| Fey Creature | Metis: Palsy | Fostern Fianna Theurge |
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I’m still processing what I Saw. The familiar ache behind my
eyes isn’t a source of pain, as much as a nuisance. Waking
visions tend to slam me with too much sensory input to fully
comprehend in the moment. The dream visions tend to be the ones
that ultimately end up making more sense, contrarily enough. LP
settles on the couch beside me, and I automatically tip towards
her shoulder. She gives me an anchor in the present now, so I
can go through the salient points again without fear of being
dragged back into the depths of it.
“I’m okay..” I pat LP’s knee in assurance, while resting my head
on her shoulder. The closeness is a comfort. “I’m good, thank
ye…” But that doesn’t mean I want her to move, or edge away.
I’m replaying everything in my head. The pooka’s plea
reverberates in my head. Thy life has meaning beyond thy quest!
That was old speech.. Her vowels were too rounded, too full to
be anything from the modern age; I doubt I was even hearing
English... Maybe even from long before the Sundering…
Nameright has been in her family for how long? Generations is
the impression I get, but, what if it’s even longer than that?
A bloodline charged from time immemorial to safeguard the ring.
I understand that it’s Important, with a Capital I, but there
are pieces missing.
--- Quote ---
> Intelligence 5 (Encyclopedic Knowledge) + Enigmas 4(Adding
Things Up): [9d10] Roll: [10, 10, 5, 5, 3, 3, 3, 3, 2]
--- End Quote ---
“Ye mentioned a … Vault?” I perk up suddenly, tilting my head
slightly. “I… get th’ sense tha’ he’s naught been about th’
world fer a long, long time… ‘til ye… ‘til now. Has he ‘ad
other take him on meanders afore ye? Is there anythin’ else in
th’ Vault yer extended family guards?”
The blade sticks out in my thoughts: it’s a very specific
design, with teeth decorating the guard. It has significance,
else it would not have featured so clearly. The fox-eared fae
had been intent on gathering up the sacrificed knight’s
belongings. Could she have entrusted them all to the same
family?
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Re: Death from Above
DIR By: DEM
Date: December 18, 2024, 10:25 pm
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That's right, one fucking letter.
What are you, my mother? Shut up.[/center]
App Less Than Eve | Charisma Less Than Eve | Physically
Impressive | Strength More Than Eve | Curiosity
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Ok. She's ok. She says she's ok. Oh god she's leaning up against
me. I mean... not that I mind. Just the opposite, you know? AK's
just fucking adorable, and she's leaning against me and patting
my knee. "Hey..." Keep the voice even, no freaking out here,
you'll freak her out if you do, "... no problem. All in a
night's work, right?"
AB, in the meantime, is just watching the discussion. Sometimes
she's like that, keeps things close to the chest. I'm sure I'd
have some great insight and really piercing and discerning
questions on all of this too, if not for being totally tweaking
about the cute werewolf leaning up against me.
Shut up, it's not like that!
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Re: Death from Above
DIR By: Evil Squeegee
Date: December 19, 2024, 2:03 am
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They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us[/center]
App 5 (Arresting) | Faerie Affinity | Animal Magnetism |
Charisma 4 (Captivating) | Legend (Red Riding Hood)
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“The Vault, yeah,” I say as she asks about it. “It was where
Nameright stayed until he named me Ringmother and decided it was
time to go out and about,” I explain. “That was a few years
back.”
I grin. “You should have seen the look on daddy’s face when
Nameright decided he wanted out of the Vault. Coulda built an
entire house with all the bricks getting shat.”
I shake my head when she asks if there’s anything else my family
guards.
“Not that I know of. I mean it’s not impossible, but I think I’d
know about it by now.”
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