Vulgar: Color drains from the immediate area and depth perception becomes temporarily skewed, everything seeming to draw in uncomfortably close, making rooms smaller and all but distant objects seem in reach.
Vice: Color drains from Avis and her facial features seem indistinct and grainy, as though her identity is growing less defined.
Virtue: Colors appear more vibrant and everything seems to become grander in scale.
...was that it was going to be full contact. The only blows that would be pulled were when a body was already on the floor. If you were stupid enough to stay standing when you should have been on the ground? Well, the un-Wise didn't survive for long.
Though Life Magic could certainly help...
Avis sighed deeply into the hamstring stretch, forcing herself to go just a bit deeper and feel the tissue pull taught. She inhaled as she slowly retreated out of the position an then folded her legs into a nice butterfly stretch, leaning forward but keeping her eyes on the door.
She'd put a last minute notice, but who knew if anyone would actually show up?
Hopefully
Fisher
and
Wayland
would, at least. She'd sent them a text, after all.
Stained glass butterflies surround Tuesday, each pane on their tiny wings glows a verity of iridescent hues, while showing glimpses of what was, what is, and what will be. When vulgar magic is cast, the fluttering cascade doesn't last, they shatter. Falling into dull, colorless dust before vanishing completely.
Unicorn in Black
Nidhogg's Bane | Acanthus Councilor
+1
DV
3
PRE
Holding an arm over her head, arching her side with it, "Hope this isn't a private party?" comes a unicorn's rasp as she walks in.
She was there when Fisher got the text, but she deffinatly didn't read it over the mustelid's shoulder. It totally wasn't something Tuesday would do before running to her room and changing out of lazy relaxing clothes and into the work out variant.
Pulling her other arm into a stretch, she let hazel eyes roam, picking a place to plop her ass, she bent to stretch out her legs, one after the other. "So! Other then Fisher, who else is coming?"
"Hey ya boss lady!" Fisher said excitedly as she walked in. "Oh hey Princess Twilight Sparkle! What's up?" No Fisher totally had NOT been into my little pony as a kid...not one little bit...why do you ask?
The thyrsus was wearing a pink and black workout outfit with a loose tank top over it. She carried a bag over one shoulder. She tossed her bag down on the ground and started stretching herself. Her muscles felt stiff after her prep work.
"So this is a totally great idea. I haven't had some real practice in a while. Thought I was getting a little rusty," she said while practicing her gumby impersonation."It just the three of us?"
armor 3 successes
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2016-09-14 20:55:59
Fisher rolls 9 to Organic Resilience (Life+Gno+ES+HS) (10 Again)
5, 10, 8, 6, 2, 5, 2, 3, 1, 9
3 successes
5 successes
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2016-09-14 20:56:42
Fisher rolls 8 to Supernal Vision (wit+occ+prime+HS) (10 Again)
4, 10, 3, 3, 8, 8, 8, 1, 8
5 successes
Honing form Str 5 successes
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2016-09-14 21:09:25
Fisher rolls 9 to Honing the Form (life+gnosis+es+hs) (10 Again)
Nimbus
Knot appears, for a moment, as a marionette, roughly carved from wood and painted in a facsimile of life, bound up in a spiderweb tangle of it's own strings, that are pulled every-which way by unseen hands.
Theo
Mask of Tranquility
Striking Looks (Roguish Good Looks) 2
Are we at the Circle? Some dingy basement the Arrow keeps for these kinds of things? The seventh floor of an unfinished high rise?
Wearing a black hensley, black jeans and black work boots with all the shine knocked out of them made him feel a little like a badass, so he walked like one with his back straight and his shoulders back. The first step to looking confident was feeling confident. And black was good for blood stains.
"Councilor. Avis. Tuesday." Brother Rat greets the trio, nodding to each as he greets them. "So, saw the notice," obviously. He gestures with a finger to encircle the room at large. "This is neat. It a regular thing here or something new?"
O.Resilience pot 3, S.Sight pot 2
3 successes
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2016-09-14 19:48:31
Brother Rat rolls 7 to Organic Resilience (Gno 1 + Life 3 + ExAff 3) (10 Again)
6, 8, 1, 4, 5, 9, 9
3 successes
failure
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2016-09-14 19:48:45
Brother Rat rolls 6 to Second Sight (Gno 1 + Spirit 2 + ExAff 3) (10 Again)
1, 1, 4, 3, 7, 1
failure
failure
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2016-09-14 19:49:11
Brother Rat rolls 1 to Second Sight (Gno 1 + Spirit 2 + ExAff 3 - retry penalty 1) (10 Again)
6
failure
2 successes
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2016-09-14 19:49:53
Brother Rat rolls 4 to Second Sight (Gno 1 + Spirit 2 + ExAff 3 - retry penalty 1 - dropped dice) (10 Again)
8, 4, 9, 6
2 successes
Active Spells: 2e Fortune's Protection (Rote), Sybil's Sight (Improvised)
no offense but do i look like i understand anything?
Vulgar: Color drains from the immediate area and depth perception becomes temporarily skewed, everything seeming to draw in uncomfortably close, making rooms smaller and all but distant objects seem in reach.
Vice: Color drains from Avis and her facial features seem indistinct and grainy, as though her identity is growing less defined.
Virtue: Colors appear more vibrant and everything seems to become grander in scale.
In another reality, there had been a subterranean training hall that the Arrow had held beneath the circle. That and a shooting range.
Now...there was a courtyard with high stone walls.
And a basketball hoop.
In so many profound ways things were better now. Better than they'd ever been, but change never came without some sacrifices. In this case, an indoor training hall was one of them. Oh well. There was something to be said for training in the elements. Adaptability and all that.
With another sigh, Avis finished embracing the stretch of the butterfly and sat upright, nodding to the approaching Magi in greeting.
"It's both new and old. Live fire training, so to speak, isn't something we've done in a long time. Too long. So I'm glad to see so many faces. Hopefully we'll get a few more, but four isn't a bad number. I hope y'all brought your gear? And things you wouldn't mind getting blood on?"
The Warlock's eyes landed on Fisher when she said that. The Shaman looked more like she wanted to pick someone up at a gym then she wanted to break faces. But, well, it was helpful to train in what you'd actually wear around town. Avis, for her part, was just wearing grey sweat pants and a patched, bleach stained, hoody with the sleeves torn off.
"For those of you who are new to this, this is going to be the most helpful thing you can possibly do, but it's also fucking brutal. When I said live fire, I meant it. The only rules are: keep a hold of your 'dox, no spells that cause massive harm*, and don't attack people on the floor. That means if you need a breather, or if you can tell you're only a stiff breeze away from passing out, then drop to the ground."
The breathy greeting died out as Avis began to give The Rules. What the actual... Seriously, Fisher. What is that. This isn't a rave at Richard Simmons' house.
Gotta wear something sensible.
"'Sup. Fisher. Unicorn. ...Brother Rat." Dude is totally ruining the Noah's Ark greeting with the 'Brother' bit. "Avis."
The Angel slowly shuffled over.
"Oh my god, this stuff is so hot. Can we do this indoors? With Ay Cee?"
Nimbus in MiniSheet 2. Cloaked spells, no overt magical res. Scrut for deets.
Wayland watched Brother Rat enter the courtyard, from a window. He knew he was running a little late, but for some reason he was eyeing off the new arrivals as threats. Was it suspicion or jealousy? Wait... Jealousy? What the fuck would I be jealous of yo?. That they fit in? Or was it that they still had an air or change and renewal about them? Still in a state of transition from their move here. Fuck it, analyse that shit later, there's training to be had, and he needed to get his shit in gear.
He heard Avis' rules and expected nothing less, so he left his vantage point and headed out into the courtyard, nodded to Avis and stood uncomfortably close to Brother Rat, staring at him. "Hey Brother Rat."
Wearing regular street clothes, tee shirt, long loose pants and sneakers, he looked like he was off to a skate park, or maybe a drug den, but real training should be done in clothing you expected to be in while fighting, so he wore normal attire. The only thing that didn't look 'everyday' was the pistol tucked into the back of his pants and the knife in its sheath on his belt.
Cast combined Supernal Vision/Magic Shield cloaked in the Circle
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2016-09-15 19:55:55
Wayland rolls 7 to cast combined Supernal Vision/Magic Shield -1 mana Spell Cloak(Res+Occult+Prime+HS-2) (10 Again)
Nimbus
Knot appears, for a moment, as a marionette, roughly carved from wood and painted in a facsimile of life, bound up in a spiderweb tangle of it's own strings, that are pulled every-which way by unseen hands.
Theo
Mask of Tranquility
Striking Looks (Roguish Good Looks) 2
As Avis spells out the rules, Brother Rat nods. He can work with that.
"Councilor The Last Starfighter, good to see you." Brother Rat smiles, stripping his henley off to reveal a muscular torso. "I hear sweat builds character. Sentinel Wayland," he says by way of greeting as he wads up the shirt, tossing it onto a bench at the edge of the courtyard. The personal space intrusion, if it's meant to upset him, fails. Instead he looks the Sentinel dead in the eye and pulls down the power of the Stone Book.
Dropping Second Sight
Brother Rat makes a twisting motion with one hand, pinching off and letting one of his existing spells dissipate. He begins to chant in the High Speech, tracing glyphs in the air as he pulls the supernal down through the Abyss, threads of enlightenment he traces into patterns. The supernal pulses as he traces out a glyph that resembles a river, pulses again at a glyph that resembles a dragon, and pulses one final time at a complicated glyph for bear that shudders and calls up a ghostly image of a bear watching over Brother Rat while his muscles grow larger and more defined.
Now, pattern abuzz with magic, he felt a lot like a badass. "You're acting like we have a problem, Wayland." He steps up to the other man, eliminating what little distance remained between them. "Do we have a problem?"
B.Control pot 3, G.Skill(brawl) pot 5, H.t.Form(Str) pot 3, No Paradox
3 successes
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2016-09-16 00:21:48
Brother Rat rolls 9 to Body Control (Gno 1 + Life 3 + ExAff 3 + HS 2) (10 Again)
10, 8, 2, 3, 8, 4, 1, 6, 4, 1
3 successes
5 successes
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2016-09-16 00:22:31
Someone rolls 9 to Gain Skill Brawl (Gno 1 + Life 3 + ExAff 3 + HS 2) (10 Again)
3, 10, 1, 4, 8, 7, 7, 2, 10, 10, 8, 3
5 successes
failure
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2016-09-16 00:23:08
Brother Rat rolls 1 to Paradox (Gno 1) (10 Again)
7
failure
3 successes
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2016-09-16 00:23:33
Brother Rat rolls 9 to Honing the Form Strength (Gno 1 + Life 3 + ExAff 3 + HS 2) (10 Again)
5, 6, 3, 7, 10, 5, 10, 10, 1, 3, 1, 1
3 successes
Relevant Adjustments: Armor 3, +3 strength, +3 Brawl (capped at 5), +3 Initiative, Heal 1 Bashing per minute
Active Spell Limit: 4/4, Spell Tolerance: 4/3
Active Spells: 2e Fortune's Protection (Rote), Sybil's Sight (Improvised)
no offense but do i look like i understand anything?
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Presence
Distinctive Voice
Allies
armor 3 successes
