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Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, DreamscapeIngrid seems at home and in her element. So the Nix listens as she poses her questions for the man, nodding her head. They were good questions.
"I have my own questions, but will wait and hear what your answers are before asking them." he might answer her questions with his answers, maybe. Probably not. But she wanted to hear what he said before she asked her own. And what his questions would be to her Queen. If they were personal questions, than she may or may not ask her own.
"The former category, then. How fun!" He replies to Thomas, clapping his hands and grinning. In that moment, he looks like a six-year-old at his own birthday party "We should definitely talk more in the future!" There is no mockery in his voice, at least none that the Autumn can sense. Plenty of mirth, though.
"But we had a deal, didn't we?" He turns back to Ingrid, and now three pairs of eyes study her as the man and his animal companion examine the Palewraith's words and movements. "Yes, the Hanged Man was here" comes a reply to the detective's first inquiry "I sold him remedies I knew wouldn't hep him. In fact, they wouldn't help anyone, they were Taiwan-produced replicas" Cheng is still smiling, although now there's a devilish quality to the grimace "I was eager to see if he'd realize this in time and conquer his nightmares on his own. But now he's dead and I think I oversetimated him"
His weight shifts, and the chair moans in protest again. It is Cixi that initially adresses Ingrid's second query: "NO! Loner! Alone, he was! And wasn't! In his head, another!" She appears feverish for a second and is gone the next, circling under the shop's ceiling. She returns only after the vendor is done answering.
"I think what Cixi meant is that he came here alone, but with a presence... haunting him. I don't know what it was, sadly. Quite a thorny issue there" He winks at noone in the group in particular "But like I said, there were others, their fates connected"
Hearing the Vernal Queen's final question, he leans back in his chair "Let's see... there were two women, and one man. The Tower, the Empress and The Fool. The Empress wanted to go back home, in despair brought from this world. The Tower wanted out of the trouble, caught between the Empress' desire and the Hanged Man's plight. And the Fool... Ms. Newman wanted just what the Hanged Man did. And the same thing she received"
Cheng takes his sweet time before asking his own questions. He pinches his double-chin as if choosing from countless possibilities. "Let's start with something simple. What is your name?" He asks Ingrid "Where were you born?" That one flies to Thomas "What is your relationship with your parents?" The last one is directed at Seraphina.
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RetainerIngrid listens to Cheng and the accompanying commentary provided by Cixi. Her eyes glitter. Her smile grows wider: at first with a predatory edge and then softening to mirth. It hangs on her face for a while longer before shrinking back into something a little more serious.
"I am Ingrid Cartwright. That is what it says on all my ID. So I am Ingrid Cartwright." The Darkling replies with a knowing smile.
Her head bobbed - a sign of gratitude and that she was continuing their game.
"What was this Ms. Newman like?" This came after a moment's hesitation. She had barely digested Cheng's responses. She grimaces, holding her tongue till the other's have answered their questions.
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Contacts"Hm. My point, Mr. Cheng, is that we are all of the former category. Whether we know it or not," Thomas says, perhaps a bit sharply. Though he does nod in the affirmative when their host offers to discuss things further at a later time. He won't pass up such an opportunity.
The Mole-Man quiets down after that and listens closely, hoping to remember as much as possible of Mr. Cheng's strange explanations.
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He answers the question aimed at him honestly. Perhaps he's a little vague, but it's still the truth: "Western New York." It's where he was born, at least the first time around.
Other than that, he lets Ingrid guide the game. No need to confuse the issue with multiple questions coming from their side.
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Mantle (Spring) The Plunge!, Break Grapple Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, DreamscapeSo the guy freely admits that he sold Mark useless remedies? Not what she was expecting to hear, but the guy was in business to make money, so whatever. Couldn’t fault him there.
A presence? Haunting him? Now this was a very interesting fact. Could this in fact be like the guy in the boarding house? Was it something haunting his dreams? The Nix really want to know more about that, but she keeps mum on it currently.
And then the question come at them. Which seemed harmless. If you weren’t a Changeling and this guy didn’t seem quite right himself.
So she decides to answer as close to the truth as she was willing,
“Not a very good one. Dad was always gone and mom was more concerned with her dreams than those of others.” There was a shrug added. It was a dead subject to her, one she didn’t dwell on anymore.
Mr. Cheng seems pleased with the answers you provide him with, savoring their truth like candy. Licking his lips, content.
"Oh, Ms. Newman was quite timid. Lost and seeking, as Fools usually are. Forgive me for saying so, but she had hair just like you, Ms. Cartwright" The man and his parrot exchange looks "A face more round, though. Shorter. Stockier, if you pardon the expression" His words may convey an apology but his tone surely doesn't "If her stuttering and mumbling is to be believed she fancies herself an artist of sorts, recently plagued by nightmares. Like I said, she came to me for a remedy"
This time, there is no comment from Cixi - in fact the bird looks... stiff, as if preparing for something.
"Now, I'd like to know..."
He is interrupted mid-sentence by the shop doors, violently kicked open. In the doorway, a muscular African American man appears, dressed in jeans and fake leather jacket. The gun in his right hand is pointed at the guard first, then waved around. Barging in, he doesn't seem to notice the four changelings.
"Okay, old man, time to talk about Mark and Jennifer. For real this time, like god damn..." Whatever he's planned to say, the words get stuck in his throat. He eyes Seraphina. Then Ingrid and Thomas. Finally, his eyes rest on Lev and a mask of confusion and terror obscures his features.
"Oh, fuck..."
"The Tower, how fun!" Mr. Cheng appears unfazed with this intrusion, in fact there's nothing but amusement on his face. The intruder doesn't see it, though for he is now running as if a pack of wolves was behind him.
If anyone decides to pursue the man, it follows standard foot chase rules from WoD Core, meaning I'll need the Speed of your character. The guy's own Speed is 13 (see gang member statistics from said WoD Core)
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RetainerIngrid's face remains serious as she digest's Cheng's further explanations. She nods once, expecting further questions from the mysterious shop owner. She opened her mouth to question Cheng further and completely missed Cixi's sudden movement.
She did not expect the interruption from behind her. Another customer, certainly, but not a gun toting gangster who took one look at the gathering and rather than threaten with their drawn weapon, turned and ran like a dog with its tail between its legs. She may well have left it at that had the gangster uttered his words.
Too much coincidence.
"Shit!" Her voice held a lot less emotion than she felt. "Someone get after that guy! I'll finish up here!" Emotion crept into her voice as she continued.
There was four of them, dammit!
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Hair like Ingrids? The Nix finds herself looking at her Queens hair, not noting anything real special. But it was filed away. So someone with Ingrids hair, but a rounder face.
She jumps as the door was violently opened, turning to the sound. Heart pounding, not sure what to expect.
Eyes narrow as she takes the guy in, and his gun. She didn’t like guns.
His sudden change in attitude was weird. Was he not expecting there to be people here, or did he know what they were? Hard to know, cause he tucked tail and ran.
Then Ingrids voice breaks through her thoughts, catch the guy.
Seriously?!
Right.
The Treasured nods her head, “On it!” she shouts over her shoulder as she takes off. And she was a lot quicker than she thought she would be, chasing people isn’t really her thing. So she didn’t know if it was her long legs, or pure adrenaline that propelled her forward, but she didn’t care.
She pumps her legs as fast as she can, hands reaching forward as she closes the distance and grabs a hold of him. His jacket or whatever she can get.
There was a sense of triumph as she catches her target. A smirk on her face.
Who knew the beauty could run?!
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ContactsThe young man bursts in and then, just as fast, is gone again. With Sera in hot pursuit.
Thomas just gapes. Not the he'd be much help in a foot chase. Before turning his eyes back to their host.
"So, hm, that's the tower. Whatever is, um, wrong with the boy? Care to explain, Mr. Cheng?"
Lev was clearly annoyed by the Chinaman. Cryptic mumbo-jumbo was not his style. The Beasts patience was running low, and he was at the brink of saying something rude… and then the door war kicked in, and the newcomer had done it instead.
The pang of fear “The Tower” had given off was enjoyable, Lev could not lie to himself. But scared men with guns are bad news, and he was already slowly raising his hands, his mind racing to find an opener to the conversation that would not get him, or anyone else shot, but the guy immediately took off.
Sera was fast. Freakishly fast, as a matter of fact, considering she was wearing heels. And it looked like the guy in his panicked escape was not doing a good job. The Nix would clearly catch up and even potentially tackle him to the ground, but the guy had a gun, and Lev did not now Seraphina well enough to guess how capable she will be in a fight. So, the logical conclusion was that he should catch up to the gun toting thug first.
Mid run Lev made an effort, feeling the Wyrd responding. You would ask, how good luck would help in a footrace? Easy, when people make way and drivers decide to slow down right when you are going to cross the street – a chase becomes a run in the park… But something went wrong. Maybe all the smoking was to blame. With all the luck in the world, Lev could barely keep up, not gaining even an inch.
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