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Lucifer didn't contribute much to the conversation for the moment. She was too busy trying to map the trail of child sized, coma induced breadcrumbs that could hopefully lead them to Queen Anne's trail.
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Lucifer didn't contribute much to the conversation for the moment. She was too busy trying to map the trail of child sized, coma induced breadcrumbs that could hopefully lead them to Queen Anne's trail.
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BrawlThe bird-thing that was Freya bristled its feathered form in a quiet, seething rage as Penance confirmed her suspicions. Queen Anne was a Loyalist. For the first time in several days, Freya's darker side spoke within her thoughts.
The Bitch must die! Break the lock! Open the Cage! Sound the Hunt!
Den Mother and She-Who-Stalks were in agreement, of course... The thought distracts Freya from sharing her findings immediately and, especially for Rhodes, who is doing his best to relay information to Freya, her anger is very likely highly apparent. Thus Beast feels the call of the Hunt and it will take very little to usher her forward.
However, Rage is supplanted briefly by confusion following the arrival of the disheveled blue elf. The newcomer's own anger at the situation only serves to fuel the Stalker further before, finally, Freya is brought to the understanding that she needs to help stitch the information the group is compiling together. If nothing else, it will hasten the arrival of her talons to Loyalist throats.
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As each of the Lost peer into the occurrences of the comatose children they see that yes, for years, children from Fresno to Redding falling into comas and wasting away.
Nearly a year ago there was a concentration of incidents in San Francisco, then suddenly in April of 2017 no new cases developed in the area, though it appears the infection moved north to Santa Rosa, then west into Sacramento.
Currently there is a little girl, who had already been brought to the hospital after her parents found her eating suspect fruit. Her name is Riley Miller. From her picture she has brown hair, wide brown eyes and round cheeks.
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RetainerEntering plot threat at player request for info-dump, etc.
Angus, ensorcelled mortal, has car and will travel. Ingrid hislover house-mate fuckbuddy walking nightmareQueen rides shotgun. They drive in silence, Ingrid is glowering again like that night when she had night terrors. Angus recollects that night. It scarred him.
Leaving her ensorcelled Retainer to find a safe spot to park, Ingrid alights and walks swiftly into the theme park. She can; even at this hour. Being the face of the trust fund that owns the site has its benefits.
She makes straight for Edna's.
"You wanted to talk about Dreams and Queen Anne?"
Ingrid glowered as she appeared in the room. She stood, leaning with a casual air on the door frame with her arms crossed beneath her breast. This time her glower was not for Lucifer but rather for the situation as it appeared to the Darkling. What Rhodes had told her was concerning enough. The speed he had needed the information had only added to her suspicions. And now, here at Edna's a veritable conclave of the lost, arm-deep in maps and consulting of smart phones.
"It is something local, then?" Her voice was softer. She nodded absently. The presence of the other Lost who had shared her Dream spoke volumes.
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Rhodes looks up from the news articles being pulled on to his phone, eyebrows raised. "And good morning to you as well, Queen Circe." There is playful sarcasm in his voice, but quickly vanishes. "Do you remember when we first met, and you said that Autumn finds the thing, and Summer puts it down? Well." He spreads his arms.
"Lucifer, Penance and Lady Ingrid were... drawn into a dream. A toxic nightmare, wherein they found one of the Lost chained, trapped, and tormented." He snaps his fingers a few times, and pointing at Penance. "Uh... uh... Quills. Yes. Now. Lucfer sensed the Poison of the Dream. My fellow Courtiers called myself, given my interest in Dreams, and Freya, who knows of the contracts of Dreams, to assist in tracking down a threat of the Gentry. This Quills was calling for Queen Anne, of which we know a little, but you..." He looks over the bag than clonked heavily on the table, "Evidently have some better experience."
His eyes glance over tot he twisting shaodws as Ingrid announces her arrival, and he smiles. "Lady Ingrid. Thank you for coming so quickly. Yes, it is sufficiently nearby to be a serious threat to us. In addition, it appears that there is a moving pattern of unknown sickness that causes unconsciousness... we believe the two are connected. These infections started in San Fransisco, last year, but have headed north and west, ending in their wake, causing coma and death."
He pulls up the latest news article on his phone and offers it to Ingrid. "This one is the most suspect - a little girl, local, that fell into the coma after eating a suspect unknown fruit. Sounds like whatever this is is settling in our back yard."
Rhodes looks around. "I think that's where we're up to in brief."
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Circe's unhappy gaze moves over to Rhodes, "Uh huh." Then large ears bend towards him to listen in. "Freya? don't know 'em." The displeased look turns to a genuine scowl of hate, "Better ain't the word for that experience."
Circe started to sit down before adjusting something in the small of her back, "Fanculo holster," and finally sat down. "Bitch," was her first word, "Ta clarify evil fucking horrid bitch is Queen Anne. Toxic is a great description of the Bay, ha, Freehold," Circe made air quotes for the word Freehold. "Blackmail, back stabbin', betryal, motleys forced with loyalty ta court and betrayal expected. Like fanculo Byzantium," the anger softens as she smiles and has a proud puff to her chest, "My old motley was the only one ta be loyal ta each other over courts. We told 'em ta fuck off instead of killin' each other." She first flipped of the air then her fist slams down on the table, "And I thought that evil twisted bitch would'a gotten killed. We told everybody she was still makin' Fetches but the bitch must'a had a bolt hole."
The room is dry and hot as Circe's mantle is flaring up with her rage. "Wish I'd hid more powah. We could'a done a drive by on Queen Anne and wasted her ass." Circe growled, "Fanculo, ya probably don't care do ya? The bitch's MO right? She's probably tryin' ta get new patsies. All o' the Sovereigns in the Bay loved that shit."
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MantleLucifer looked up from her Map, the tacks freshly pinned with little sticky notes next to them.
"She's in town," Lucifer declared after a moment, her eyes wide. "She's feeding off of a girl's dreams. She's feeding off of..."
Lucifer came to her feet suddenly, then wobbled, her head fuzzy from the sudden motion.
"Quill. Quill is Riley Miller! Riley Miller ate some of the tainted hedge fruit that's been circulating! We just have to catch her when Quill is sleeping! She's at the hospital."
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Retainer"Toxic nightmare?" Ingrid shrugged in a not-totally-dismissive fashion from her position by the door.
"Well... Now that I think about it I'd say it was a little more than that. I don't recall blundering into it - it was more of a pull. If you know what I mean. Its not like I was looking where I was going but I definitely remember feeling a compulsion to a certain direction. Honey trap maybe?"
Ingrid sounded thoughtful. She grimaced again at the recollection of the horror.
"Quill was useless. I tried to coax her out but nothing worked. I thought it was her own nightmare and she'd lost control of it. Till the end. I know enough rumours to know what Queen Anne looked like. And I'd swear she was there."
Oddly, Ingrid smiled viciously. Scent of ozone and arcane fire seared into her memory. She had burned them! She had opened the Gates to the Elder Dark and it had feasted for her!
She was completely taken by surprise when Lucifer had her eureka moment. Ingrid could only stare dumbly across the room.
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BrawlFreya's thoughts turned quickly from the rational want to investigate to the instinctual urge to eviscerate as the activities of Queen Anne were further broadened. She cared not to share the findings of the group to which she had contributed, but luckily others were less... distracted by the imagined need for blood. Within the depths of her mind, She-Who-Stalks continued her mantra.
Break the lock! Open the Cage! Sound the Hunt!
The time was coming to play and the Clawed Mother gripped her taloned hands tightly in anticipation for the affirmation to unleash her inner hunter.
Yet.
Lucifer's words broke the Hunterheart's violent reverie. The Shadowed Beauty had reminded the Stalker within that Queen Anne was no base prey. Subtle action was needed to draw Queen Anne out and a clear mind was best when dealing in the Contracts of Dream. Thus, She-Who-Stalks settled, an irritated huff sounding from her throat. They had to enter Queen Anne's territory first. Then they had to find her. And once they learned where she lay?
The time would come to rend.
Thus, Freya rose, the feathers of the bird-thing still bristling with urge before She-Who-Stalks forced spoken word from her mouth, her anger relayed from the half-growled tones.
"Show the way, we will get the trail."
The comment was a simple one, perhaps denying the true complexities of the situation these Lost found themselves in. However, the Stalker was a simple creature, much unlike the Freya's softer, more rational side.
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Rhodes gestures towards the female Beast, his brow furrowing at Circe. "This is Freya. And on the contrary. How someone behaves tells us a lot of their motives and thoughts." His face is hard as he considers the possibilities.
She makes Fetches. She torments those like us. She is not one of us any more.
The Flowering listens to Ingrid's narration. "A poison could easily act as lure to any Lost whose minds stray close to that particular dream while sleeping. Draw more into the net..." As Lucifer has her revalation, Rhodes rises from the chair, seeing her stumble unsteadily, but doesn't go over to her. She is as prideful as I am. But we will discuss what has happened to her. "That follows, assuming the two are connected - and knowing what we do that seems likely."
He looks at the Assembled Lost. "There are...ways of tracking when the right Dream will appear - I can do it, but it will take a few hours... Then we will know when we can enter the Dreaming and face the one who would hurt this child." He pauses. "Facing her there, defeating her, should force her away, knowing Oneiromancers will face her." Rhodes turns to Circe. "If we can find exactly where she is from the Dream, Lady Circe, and pass you that information, then you can stop her on this side... however you choose." He nods to the bag of heavy-sounding items on the table.
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