Con Spells Cloaked
Supreme Aug:Pre+3 Man+2 dur 12hrs;Skill Mastery Socialize+2 Persuasion+4 dur 12 hrs
Can you be fashionably late if you can't afford nice clothes?
That was the question on Pixel's mind as he sped down the street towards the assembled mages. Sure, disappearing hallows was a big deal, but Pixel didn't know enough about the topic to ponder that at length. What he did know is that certain arcana are inherently suited to investigation, and as a Disciple of Space he had one of them. Hallows and mana were a big deal, and if he happened to find and earn one of his own through this? Well isn't that just a happy coincidence.
The Warlock approached in faded denim with a black hoodie and chucks. His glyphs identified him as awakened to those who hadn't seen him at concilium, though the fact he was looking right at Anima as he jogged over probably signaled the same information.
"Sorry. I fell asleep on the bus and missed my stop and had to back track." He said as he gasped for air. He hunched over before looking up and seeing the sign that said 'leased'. "This it? We ready? We going in?"
Equipment- messenger bag, sketch pads, colored pencils (No bonuses for quality).
Pot 2 Mind Sight and Space Armor
Date Action Roll Result 2020-01-04 12:16:28 Pixel rolls 6 to Imp Untouchable (Gno+Space+HS-AdvancedProlong) (10 Again) 6, 10, 6, 3, 1, 5, 9 2 successes 2020-01-04 12:16:06 Pixel rolls 5 to Imp Third Eye (Gno+Mind+HS-Advanced Prolong) (10 Again) 4, 9, 9, 6, 3 2 successes
Last edited by Pixel; Jan 4th, 2020 at 02:02 PM. Reason for Edit: Equipment
A jut of his head is all he does to acknowledge the newcomer, rather, he moves forward and after crouching on the ground he picks some dust between his fingers. "Hmm", he says, as he studies the mystical qualities of the dirt.
"Looks like it might be a dead zone", he says, assuming the rest know what he's talking about.
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"I've never Seen one so faint before..."
Dead, as in fading, flickering embers.
He wonders if those ashes have collected on clothes of others, in the laces of shoes that have walked the floors of this place. A web glistens in between the branches of a white tree, its silk spread across the wide expanse of empty space. Will the fly be caught, or will it see its kin trapped in silken shrouds, paralyzed and prepared for consumption? The imago represents change and connection and sympathy most of all.
He thirsted for variables, how it's all connected.
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Like Anima and Abacus, Pixel Xander can only detect how depleted and drained the area feels. There are no significant psychic residues or other indications of projections or disembodied intelligences at play - at least, not without a deeper Scrutiny.
Winter pauses to study the dust and debris - anything he can lay his hands on. Slow. Deliberate. Methodical. On this occasion he comes up with nothing - the area has been just too devastated to offer up much information.
Abacus deepens his insight with his spell. Not much to see - this is a largely forgotten corner of Sacramento and the impressions left by passing fate are few. Unless... yes! There is one impression that looksinterestingpromising: a minor thread, barely present. Yet the Enchanter can sense the metaphoric weight that this tiny, fragile thread contains...
And the thread leads south, deeper into the warren of warehouses and industrial lots...
Winter Vincent feel free to continue using Scrutiny if you wish. So far, Winter hasn't found anything useful.
Abacus Hiver - mechanically your Enchanter has found an Acquainted level thread. Its a bit odd, considering this particular thread has about the same robustness as a Known connection; it appears quite weak but it... isn't.
Nothing useful despite his methodical scrutiny. There is something that just escapes him.
"A dead zone is what you get when a hallow is forcefully shutdown or depleted, or when you expel all the ambient mana from a location and then rearrange the laylines. There could be plenty of reasons for this, drastic actions are sometimes justified", he offers. Could it be linked to the sphere?
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Pool times per Gnosis, right now he's at 6 rolls out of 10 rolls. Tell me if you want those 4 more
Thoughtful stares are thoughtful. Super important stuff.
Dead zones? Useful info tucked away for later. Drastic actions though? They had no idea what happened and the guy was already acting like they were going to be murdering someone or taking a midnight stroll through the Abyss.
"Good to know." His head bobbled like a toy. The thought crossed his mind that he could scrutinize to, but any Mind in the area would have already been revealed. Although...
"Let me try something real quick."
One of the golden glyphs on his pattern dissolves into nothing as he begins to chant. Another springs into being as the Warlock turns his attention to the debris and dust Winter had scrutinized.
2 suxx to cast Dark Matter, 7 suxx scrutiny w/ Dark Matter bonus included, dropping Third Eye
There...!
The strand is a frayed spindle. The thread is winnowed, likened to dust caught in the light. To stretch a dollar was a common figure of speech. But the Quantum Logician had unearthed a nickel. A butterfly flaps its wings. The clock ticks forward. The pattern is a faint whisper from a broken ladder, but Abacus would be damned if he didn't hold onto it for dear life.
"I think I got something."
He began to walk forward into the industrial quarter, when he paused.
He entertained the thought of something waiting for them, of this floating thread of fated ties. Bait to be bitten. A trap to lie in wait. Knowledge in exchange for turmoil. He imagined himself compressed and elongated; fragmented and hard to compose, stuck between the clicking of a camera's shutter. As the seconds ticked by, the air around him would bend and shift with a temporal undertow, forming a resonance of glittering numbers and fragmented equations that faded into the background as soon as they erupted into existence.
"Much better."
He kept walking.
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"Found anything?", he asks. He moves to the side, giving the Libertine a free line of sight.
The Shaman follows behind the Sentinel, his eyes unfocused as he continues to look beyond. He doubles down on his sights. Hoping to find some new information.
Fingertips brush his lips and then his eyes as he opens his vision up, seeing not just into the spirit, but the very essence of everything. With the new information he looks for anything that might give him a clue as to what's going on.
1 success
Date Action Roll Result 2020-01-10 13:56:48 Anima rolls 4 to Prime Sight (10 Again) 8, 6, 4, 3 1 success