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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."
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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
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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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