(Truth from Dreams) A Long Time Ago...

**Leo Lockheart** · Jun 8th, 2014 09:22 PM

Leo continued his meditation in the Catalyst Sanctum. Over the coarse of thirty minutes his consciousness began to fade from the Fallen world and into his waking dream. He found himself lying down on the coach in the Circle's dormitory common area. Because honestly, the sarcastically awesome bullshit in Leo's life had always started on a fucking coach. Or at least the one that mattered did.

As Leo sat up his boots lowered to the crunch of broken glass. As much as Leo denied it while he was awake, the Theurgst still thought back to the past. Every time he dealt with law enforcement a shiver went down his back. Plus that nightmare after the body was uncloaked brought back an entire bag of worms that had sat undisturbed in the back of his mind for over a year.

The First Talon rose from the coach and began to make his way downstairs.

5 suxx for 30 more minutes

Jun 11th, 2014 07:27 PM

Exiting the room, Leo found himself on the familiar streets of Baltimore. No longer was he in Sacramento or in the Catalyst's sanctum. The row-houses lining the street seemed to lean towards the theurgist disapprovingly, their shadows trying to grasp at the Obrimos. The lights that shone through the windows were like eyes, judging the First Talon.

In the distance, he heard shouts, wails of canines, and the stomping of feet. The sound of them all drew closer, all of them searching for their prey. Leo got the feeling that they were behind him, but the pursuers weren't there if he checked.

Leo just knew it was he they were searching for.

Spotlights shone down on the slick street, wet with a recent rain. They traveled in circular patterns both clockwise and counterclockwise but Leo couldn't see who operated them or if anyone operated them at all.

Another Meditation Roll, Please

**Leo Lockheart** · Jun 13th, 2014 01:59 AM

'Yeah fuck you.'

Leo watched the buildings and the shadows. Like he didn't expect that response after his shitty decisions. His head did snap at the sound of dogs. Thanks to Animus Leo would leave Sacramento hating dogs.

Not seeing the immediate threat he instead watched the spotlights move in circles around him. Waiting for a dark spot to sneak through he moved in a direction he hoped got him away from the barking. Whether that was making any progress towards Animus he had no idea.

Meditation fail

Jun 14th, 2014 01:11 PM

Waiting for the lights to part turned out to be frustrating. The pursuers were gaining ground from how their sounds were drawing closer, like secrets catching up to the First Talon. A trash can nearby, overflowing with dross lights fire unexpectedly. So unexpectedly it threatens to rouse the First Talon out of his meditation and out of his dream.

A nearby newspaper has a single word in a large font “CRIME!”

The world starts to tilt threatening to take the Arrow off of his feet stopping him on his journey.

Roll [Resolve + Composure] to refocus your will quickly, on failure the mediation fades and Leo wakes. On Success, the time is lost but Leo can recover himself

**Leo Lockheart** · Jun 17th, 2014 01:47 AM

Leo jumps back from the flame. The surprise, the pursuers, the guilt. It was almost enough to overwhelm him. Then the world itself tilts and Leo almost falls right out of it.

But he had a job to do. He wasn't in this place because he wanted to be. As First Talon it was his duty to do all he could for the Talons. This wasn't something he really wanted to do, it was something that needed done. With that in mind, he took deep breathes and calmed himself. Slowly the chaos of his surroundings came back under some limited control, even if that only put him back at square one.

2 suxx

Jun 18th, 2014 09:39 AM

Feet find their footing once more and Leo centers himself on the purpose of why he is here. A sense of motion suffuses his being and one foot moves over the other. The flaming trash-can illuminates a path and this was his chance to escape his phantom persuers. The fear hammered at Leo's senses, but he was undeterred.

In the waking world, Leo could be seen rousing but he fell quickly back into his trance.

It could have been so easy to just let the world fall away, to not have to face that guilt that plagued him. To face that fear that changed his life. It could have been easy for Leo to loose his footing and slide away and stop moving.

Leo does neither of these things.

He has to keep climbing. For Animus. For himself.

Another Meditation Roll Please

**Leo Lockheart** · Jun 20th, 2014 02:16 AM

As the world seems to steady itself Leo spots his path. With the end game in mind he presses forward past the trash can. Weakness and fear of the personal nature of this mental dive was no excuse to leave his Talon broken like he is. He was a man on a mission, and that never lead to terrible things for the Obrimos.

1 suxx meditation 6 total

Jun 20th, 2014 12:17 PM

Leo chased infinity through a small narrow alleyway between a pair of row houses. The further he ran the farther away it seemed until a chain-link fence loomed just ahead. Impossibly large, it stretched from the ground towards the sky, promising an arduous climb. Was the First Talon ready for it?

The dogs and angry shouts from the mob never seemed to let up their chase.

Glinting in the moonlight, the metal used for the fence was made of sharp razor wire, the type used to keep prisoners in and the rest of the world out.

Only one option was open to Leo Lockheart: climb.

Another [Meditation Roll] please

**Leo Lockheart** · Jun 22nd, 2014 10:25 PM

Leo looked up. 'Fucking really?' He wasn't expecting lollipops and candy canes but still. One time, just one he'd like to help his fellow man by imbibing copious amounts of cheese cake and ice cream.

They say you can't feel anything when your dreaming, but looking at the razor wire Leo was in no rush to test that theory. And yet he had to. So like when the world began to tilt Leo pushed forwards, or upwards, as quickly as possible.

3 more suxx on meditation

Jun 23rd, 2014 11:41 AM

Sharp razor wire bit into Leo's skin, as though his meditative state confirmed 'yes, really.' Warm, wet, sticky rivulets of blood started their slow descent over his fingers and down over his wrists. The barb-wire fence resembled teeth in the wan light of the night, ready to maul and tear. No pain shot through his arms, however – either the razor wire was too sharp, or he was too focused – as he climbed ever higher into the unknown.

Leo knew what Baltimore would bring. He knew the guilt. The question, as he continued his climb was what did he know about himself?

Roll [Meditation] please, 1 more success and Leo overcomes his fear and spends 1 mana to enter his Onieros

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-08 19:36:10		Leo rolls 8 to Meditation (Res+Comp+2) (10 Again)		8, 10, 2, 5, 2, 10, 8, 9, 1, 2		5 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-13 01:44:20		Leo rolls 8 to Meditation roll (Res+Comp+2) (10 Again)		4, 6, 4, 5, 3, 6, 1, 5		failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-17 01:26:15		Leo rolls 6 to meditation (Res+Comp) (10 Again)		10, 6, 2, 4, 1, 5, 9		2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-20 01:39:18		Leo rolls 8 to meditation (Res+Comp+2 (10 Again)		3, 8, 3, 4, 3, 3, 5, 5		1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-22 22:14:31		Leo rolls 8 to Meditation (Res+Comp+2) (10 Again)		9, 3, 2, 2, 8, 9, 2, 5		3 successes

(Truth from Dreams) A Long Time Ago...

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