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       Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
   DIR By: Chance
       Date: January 22, 2025, 10:57 am
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       Morgan Kenneally aka Sinner
       aka Morghaine Aithne ni Scathach
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       I have a dream, I've seen the light
       Don't put it out, and she's alright
       Yeah, she's my sister
       Gunbunny sidhe | App 6 | Scathach Knight | Kinda identical to
       Brigid
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       I'm grinning at the idea of six nights, three nights... all of
       it, and why not? Beauty and joy and pleasure are things the
       world tries to deny us all to often, and it's what gives our
       souls the fuel we need to fight on, to be a part of the warfare
       of the modern world.
       Well, in this case, the not-so-modern world, but point still
       stands.
       Brigid's got a gleam in her eye, and I know that expression all
       too well. It's when she brings forth the faith to stand along
       with her normal self, to make it soar with inspiration.
       My sister has always been my strongest Dreamer. Always will be.
       I munch on sammich and fries as I listen, nodding at the
       appropriate parts and grinning at the idea of bringing our new
       -- dare I say 'friends'? 'Chummers,' perhaps -- acquaintances
       into the fold and founding a new merc company here. We're going
       to need to make money somehow, and while I have a ton of cred on
       my credsticks, I doubt we can access it here, so we're pretty
       much flat broke unless we sell things like jewelry.
       I wish I'd turned more of my cred into tradeables but I never
       saw the need. Silly me.
       Rilith makes exactly the sort of statement I'd expect from a
       troll, and I nod. I push my empty plate aside, turn my hands
       palm-up expansively, and say, "Ask whatever you'd like. I don't
       know if the answers will be much help given where we are and how
       much has changed, but you can ask. I can tell you I'm ranked as
       a Knight of House Scathach, and I would assume it means the same
       here as it does at home, but it might not. What that means back
       home is that I'd met the skill and ethical requirements for the
       fourth rank of ten, when I was at an age where most of us would
       make second rank at best."
       The nicer part summarized, I go on: "I've done some ugly things
       in the name of what I believe is good, and for money. But I
       don't kill innocents, I don't do anything to harm Dreamers, and
       I don't take things from people in need. All of my misdeeds have
       been against Corps and people connected to them."
       I consider this and add, "Well, except the stolen car, but that
       was a youthful indiscretion."
       #Post#: 784--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
   DIR By: Alicia
       Date: January 23, 2025, 12:57 am
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       Alicia Hunter / Sealgaira de Dhorchadas ni Fiona
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       "You can lead a Fiona to clothing, but you cannot make them wear
       it."
       Appearance 7 Noble Bearing | Fame 4 | Charisma 4
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       “Three nights each. Or six nights if you’re both together.
       Letting me cross Twins off my list.” The Fiona grins, raking her
       teeth over lower lip.”That’s the deal, my dear. That will take
       care of the bet. Any future bedroom activities will be
       determined based on how much fun we have.’
       However, Brigid’s next comment. . . . Sealgaira narrows her
       eyes. “It’s almost painfully banal to kill a mortal. I would
       rather find a way to subtly encourage the next Luigi. The
       glamour of that one incident alone. The inspiration. Even more
       when he was caught. Do not misunderstand me, the oligarchs of
       the Autumn have all the capriciousness and . . . arrogance of
       the worst Sidhe, with even more insatiable greed, and belief in
       their supremacy. And yet, they have none of the nobility of a
       Sidhe, the understanding that power comes with responsibility. I
       would love to see them fall; my concern is finding the right way
       to make it happen. Which is why I work with the unions so
       closely.”
       When Rilith mentions that she was in San Diego, Sealgaira’s face
       lights up. “Oh, that’s where I am. I think I know what the
       billboard was. An advert for Rolex, yeah? When I am back in
       town, call me. You got an iPhone? I can air drop you my digits.
       You look like a gal that loves her protein. I know a great
       steakhouse. 40 ounce tomahawks. My treat. The sex after is
       completely optional.” The Fiona winks to Rilith. “And don’t
       worry about me. I’ve had plenty of trolls in my bed. Besides
       which, I am House Fiona. Fearless. Lover and Warrior in equal
       measure. You literally cannot scare me away.”
       “A modern day Robin Hood,” Sealgaira remarks to Morgan. “That
       might be a legend that needs revival. It’s a dangerous road, but
       one I can help you walk, if that is what you want.
       Unfortunately, given my fame, I cannot do it myself. Maybe I can
       be your Maid Marian.” Look, the gal is English. And even before
       that, she came from the British Isles. Of course she’s going to
       think about Robin Hood.
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       Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
   DIR By: DEM
       Date: January 23, 2025, 7:21 am
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       [center]Brigid Kenneally, a.k.a. Saint
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       Dear sister, can you help me lie?
       I’ve told the truth so many years
       But no one seems to wanna hear that
       I’m not someone else inside[/center]
       App 6 | Innocent | Charisma 4 | Seductive | Lavender eyes and
       visibly pointed ears | Mildly Identical to Morgan
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       Wait… did she just… was that… she did!
       “Hey!” I protest, sharply but not loudly… nothing about this
       conversation should be at all loud right now. “Look at these…” I
       lean back a little and bring my left foot up into my lap, taking
       a moment to pull off the low boot I’d chosen for indoor wear,
       and wiggling my be-cottoned toes at her.
       “Those look like a hoof?” Foot and boot are returned to the
       floor. I’ll reassemble them later. “I am just trying to keep up
       with the Dame Lady Flirt-machine over here,” I jerk my thumb at…
       actually both Morgan and Sealgaira, but from where Rilith is,
       it’ll look more like the Fiona.
       What? I’m not gonna lie. When Morgan gets up a good head of
       steam, she’s got enough libido for both of us! Honestly, it’s
       kinda fun to watch.
       --- Quote ---
       >
       > Brigid rolls Charisma (Seductive) + Expression (Zelous
       Motivation) = [9, 9, 9, 6, 6, 5, 4, 1]
       > Anyone who wants to not be motivated should roll WP diff 8,
       otherwise it’s 2 successes on Sealgaira, 4 on Rilith (and
       technically Morgan, too, but she’s expecting this shit).
       >
       --- End Quote ---
       “And honey, if your whole life isn’t a revolution, what’s the
       point?” I grin at her then, “We peaced out on the local power
       structure at eighteen—and the car belonged to some rich asshole,
       no matter who it was, so frag that slitch—and we have been
       taking the Man’s money to buy rusty chainsaws to shove up his
       ass sideways ever since. That’s the beauty of it: once you
       scratch past the surface, all of these assholes are out for
       blood, and their little personal vendettas help keep them all
       from actually getting the control they’re so hungry for.”
       “Oh, they think they’ve got it, sure, but really, all they’re
       doing is surfing on top of the train, babytroll,” it’s said like
       ‘babydoll’ and is clearly something of an endearment, even if I
       did just make it up on the spot. “The trick is to make sure they
       stay up there, cocky and stupid, long enough to hit a tunnel.
       Then you just scrape ‘em off, the messier, the better.”
       There’s something in the way I deliver that little screed… maybe
       it’s the way my voice stays quiet, flirtatious… seductive, even.
       Maybe it’s the gleam in my eyes and the ever-so-slightly
       bloodthirsty zealot’s smile that takes hold as I deliver it… but
       hey, at least I know I’m not scaring the Fiona! ‘Modern day
       Robin Hood’, eh? She even gets it, almost!
       I mean, I prefer to think of Morgan as more of a modern-day
       Moses, working to get the people free… and me? Well, how’s that
       old saying go? ‘You can’t make an omelet without killing all the
       firstborn of Egypt’? No? Eh, close enough.
       Maybe I spent too much time with Sam. Still, they don’t need to
       hear that, yet.
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       Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
   DIR By: Mother_Hydra
       Date: January 23, 2025, 8:47 am
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       [center]Rika Valkyr
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       [center]I’ve had my happy ending, time to write a new
       story.[/center]
       [center][I]Strength : Alot | Pure Breed : Get of Fenris 2 | Iron
       Resistence [/center]
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       Mother_Hydra Request: [5d10 t6] Roll: [7, 4, 3, 1, 1] Result: 1
       Per + Empathy
       This had been an enjoyable night so far, despite it all Rika
       felt she was smiling more than she had in a good while, even her
       few encounters with other fae on her long ride across the
       country had thus far been perfunctory, a troll with no title, no
       ranking or status simply passing through, a cool breeze past the
       hearth of those simply trying to stay warm in a gathering
       winter. Sure there would be questions, Rilith needed to know
       about those she might share a cause with, but she’d already had
       in her mind the plan to buy a round of drinks for them all, and
       this had only been reinforced by belief in Morgan’s words, words
       she could find no fault in, no untruths. This had lightened her
       heart.
       She’d nod to the woman, her position against the bar relaxing
       visibly. “You have already said alot, and I can find no fault
       with any of it. I particularly appreciate your desire to remain
       free of others control…I have known the strain of the yoke more
       than I care to recount.”
       She had been about to rise then, to step towards Morgan perhaps,
       but Sealgaira had interjected, offering her number and the
       promise of 40 ounces of beef, this draws a smirk from Rilith as
       she leaned towards the woman. “I know the idea of 40 ounces of
       beef may be impressive in most of the Autumn world, but where I
       come from?” She tilted her head, that smirk broadening into a
       tooth smile. “That’s an appetizer.”
       She chuckled a little as she reached into her pocket and pulled
       out…well, it is a smart phone, but seeing it Sealgaira might
       wonder how long its been since the troll had upgraded, the fact
       that it wasn’t even on when she took it out spoke to how little
       use the device got. “Let’s see if it’ll still do its old
       tricks…” The troll mused as she pressed the power button and set
       it down on the table top.
       But then there is <i>sharp</I> if not loud dissension from
       Brigid, the Sidhe moving to confirm her lack of satyr features
       by actively pulling off her boot and wiggling her little piggies
       for all to see. This draws a hint of an actual laugh from the
       older troll, watching as Brigid jerks her thumb at the other two
       and declares one, or perhaps both of them as <i>Dame Lady
       Flirt-Machine</I>. The ghost of a laugh becomes more alive, more
       real as the woman nodded in agreement.
       Mother_Hydra Request: [6d10 t8] Roll: [9, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2] Result:
       1
       But then things take a turn in a sense, it would seem the sidhe
       dreamer was something of a firebrand, a rabble rouser who stoked
       the flames and hearts of mankind, she was a dreamer after all,
       and when awakened such individuals could change much of the
       Autumn world.
       Her target in this moment however, is their little quartet. She
       speaks of revolution, of ending the control of those who held
       the reigns, and of the controllers as well. Rilith sought to
       resist the pull of that fire, there is a moment where she tenses
       as if trying to waylay her own heart. This fails however, and
       absently Rilith picks up the glass she had been sipping from and
       slid out of her seat, moving now to enter into Brigid’s personal
       space as she lowered herself, the hand holding the glass resting
       ontop of the bar as she leaned in, getting face to face. “My
       life?”
       Roll: [10, 10, 7, 6, 3, 1] Result: 4 Reason: Charisma +
       Expression
       She mused as she tilted her head, those ice carved eyes
       surveying the dreamer. “My life has rarely been anything but
       ruin, betrayal, torment and loss.” She said as her smile spread,
       a strange heat rising in her voice to match Brigid. “The few
       precious moments of light have been fleeting, daring moments of
       rebellion against an indomitable avalanche of banality.” She got
       a hairs breadth closer then, her smile wide. “But maybe you’re
       right…why not BE the avalanche, why stop at the fools on the
       roof? When we can send the whole train careening into a ravine?”
       Her smile became toothy then, dangerous. “Till all is naught but
       ice, and ash.”
       She’d lean in then and bold as brass she pressed her lips to
       Brigid’s, stealing a kiss.
       Mother_Hydra Request: `[6d10 t5]` Roll: `[9, 6, 4, 1, 1, 1]`
       Result: `2` Reason: `-1 for the kiss, Heardened Heart`
       There was heat in that moment, for a creature of ice and muscle
       Rilith could flex if she felt the desire… but then there is a
       gust of cold in that kiss, one that escapes from Rilith’s breath
       as she pulled away, she seems expectant as she drew back…but the
       look on her face is at first one of surprise, before her smile
       returned, dark and daring. “Tell me more…” Her voice a whisper.
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       Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
   DIR By: Chance
       Date: January 23, 2025, 9:02 am
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       Morgan Kenneally aka Sinner
       aka Morghaine Aithne ni Scathach
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       I have a dream, I've seen the light
       Don't put it out, and she's alright
       Yeah, she's my sister
       Gunbunny sidhe | App 6 | Scathach Knight | Kinda identical to
       Brigid
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       Now we've seen my sister's toes on full display, and Sealgaira
       has made a gallant offer of six nights of delight, which I am
       about to accept with whole-throated glee, but things turn, and I
       don't get the words out right away...
       I've been on the receiving end of Brigid's exhortations many
       times before, but they never thrill me less. I may be considered
       the part of this pair with the upper hand, as the Sidhe in the
       grouping, but truth is, Brigid's my lodestar and always has
       been. She's almost self-inspiring, to be honest; our connection
       is what sparks us both throughout life, and her relationship
       with Sam, such that it is, has driven us both to do some wild
       and wondrous things. And also a lot of highly-illegal things,
       but so be it.
       Rilith speaks of her life, and it's sounded dreary, dark, and in
       need of some rainbows and sunshine... or at least some Molotov
       cocktails and fireworks, neh?
       The bold, not-so-stalwart troll lady steals a kiss from my
       sister, brave as brass balls, and I giggle happily. "My turn!"
       But instead of turning to my twin, I turn to Sealgaira,
       telegraphing the motion as I go to wrap an arm around her waist
       and draw *her* into a kiss, an open-mouthed one designed to tent
       pants all around the room instantly.
       Life is for living. Enough talk, more action.
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