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Winter prepares himself. He has been in places like this before - in war zones and uncivilised places across the world. Broken wall materials, stones, dirt lie strewn around as snags for the stealthy and opportunities for the desperate. Cabling hangs down from the ceiling and ruptures form the walls - an impromptu garrote for wise and a means to bring down the ceiling if one applied enough strength.
A lot of cable - somebody really went all out to rebuild and prepare this building once. Now its just coppery and fibre optic veins - waiting to be used. And the Guardian knows from his brief examination with Forces... The electricity is still connected to this ruined and abandoned place, even if the squatters who desecrated it did not...
Briar Rose gets her talons.
:P
Star observes the newly christened Wakko as it hisses and spits. It doesn't take very long: its a creature of the Abyss. A creature not a manifestation. Whatever ritual the hapless Sleepers were making worked and pulled it into the Fallen World. It is an abomination - but one of flesh and, well, blood? The ritual leaves a big stain on the Thing - enough for the perceptive Angel to recognise the work of...
... An Acamoth.
And then Wakko leaps on Yakko in a blur of uncoordinated limbs and needle-sharp teeth!
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Presence
Education
Occultation
Reveal; To me
The mystery, can you tell me what it means?
Explain, these motions and metaphors.
He should head upstairs and witness the unfolding of this Blasphemy. It is, he frowns, the second time in less than a year. The doing of an Angel at first, whereas right now...
As Above, so Below.
2 successes
But first, let's go back to the piece of Fallen technology in his hands.
Three covalent bonds for each atom of carbon, three times three. Behold the miracles of combinatorics. All around a cloud of delocalised electrons escapes any attempt at cataloguing, dancing wildly over a sheet of Graphene, it's not copper, but it will do.
At the quantum level, Forces and Fate behave the same; he always sneered at the Acanthus' difficulties with his own path's Gross Arcanum, everything was so olderly for him, didn't they understand that it was all about optics?
He plays with the pencil in his hand, looking for the right place to strike.
He considers Science - in general - to be a worthy pursuit. It's at the same time the lawbook of Reality post-Fall and a sneak peek inside the Exarchs' perverted souls. But every law has a loophole, Kirchhoff and Ohm's are no exception.
He aims his kinetically charged pencil at the storm. The tip should embed itself in the ceiling, a couple of centimeters should suffice; besides, isn't this how lightning rods work?
In his mind, that small pencil is a nexus.
Spells: Supernal Vision Imp [pot 2], Unseen Shield Imp [pot 2], Incognito Presence [pot 4]
Equipment:
Wedding band, moleskine notebook + pencils, magic tool, brass knuckles, Kevlar vest (thin 1/2), Muscle Car (2017 Mustang Shelby gt350r), wallet, Iphone, flashlight
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Presance
Status (Street)
Allies | | [QUOTE=Briar Rose;14451589]Spells, Equipment
Transform Self (Eagle Talons)
Pulse of the Living World (Rit)
2E Life Mage Armor (Rit)
Leather Jacket/Reinforced Clothing 1/0, Smartphone, bowie knife. Magical Tool. Backpack with assorted spray paint, streetboke(outside)
1 Resistant Bashing
Properly armed, talons up at the ready the shaman sits between nownownow and waitwaitwati. She might be, well. But she isn't going to go poking at the thing trying to slither into reality, even though she wants to take a slice at...whatever it is, instead she does what a mage do.
Stare blatantly at a thing until the staring works, giving her answers, because magic.
yyc you are the besthugs~!
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This is what it feels like. Spells
Hubris.
That certainty that something is right, that it can't be failed. A clarity that's an Illusion. A long fingers slides along the edge of a card. You got this, yo. Of course he does. He's an angel, born of fire and light to set righteous flame to all the darkness. A glance back at B-Ro, showing her the shining eyes of a zealot that flicker over her claws before the fire flickers like a candle in the wind.
"Get Winter!" he hisses to her in a whisper as loud as he dares.
He's already moving backward, positioning himself to use the gap to close the cage while Yakko keeps Wakko occupied. Hopefully? Long enough to regroup. Because here's the thing. If he doesn't got this and that thing ambushes Winter? That's on him.
Star is directing the Phantasm to fight back. It has 2x4 Successes in Physical Atts, assuming an even spread since they were undeclared (3/3/2 or any permutation you see fit. LMK if Init for Yakko is needed or if we're sticking with narration, Yumyumcrow !
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Briar Rose takes her time to stare at the Thing crawling through the cultist's blasted cranium. It is an Abyssal Creature, not a Manifestation.
And it is taking its time to emerge through the small crack in reality offered by the ruptured skull - painfully dragging itself into existence though shattered blood and bone. First a hand. Then an arm. Then a bulbous, sliver-like head. The Thing mews pitifully as it finds itself temporarily stuck.
In an exploded brain pan.
Shrieks and pandemonium from the space beyond the wall.
And now Star is there also, back tracking on cat-like feet from beyond the narrow gap / door to the rest of the level. He is still watching something back the way he had come...
Below, on the ground floor, Winter takes several controlled breaths and throws his sharpened pencil with a practiced movement. Theweaponlittle graphite rod finds its mark - deep within the exposed innards of the space between floor and ceiling.
There is a sudden crackle of electricity. A flash! Flash! Flash of arcing blue-white light as the unstable aether transmutes with the residual electricity and starts draining away the vortex as one would drain an abscess. The flashes reach past the floor and into the failing Demesne beyond...
Illuminating Yakko and Wakko as phantasm and abyssal creature writhe in a murderous embrace.
Lets stick with narrative for now West as none of the PCs are in combat. Phantasm checks or holds up monster for the moment.
Wakko bears down on Yakko, dragging the illusionary cultist to the floor and tearing into it with abandon. And quite obviously unable to tell the difference between Phantasm and true flesh... Probably helps that Yakko is doing its damndest to fend off the creature as well.
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Presence
Education
Occultation
Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.
There's something else that needs to be done before the main dish. Call it their life insurance.
He fishes a cigarette from his pocket, and like a Symphonic conductor, he directs the forces toward that single piece of graphite.
Electrical currents don't follow the path of least resistance, more than one craftsman - their craft honed by practice rather than in a physics classroom - has learned that to his chagrin and dismay. But just for him even if for a short while, the sparks will dance at the tune of his mystically infused dialect.
His fingers brush against the small ceremonial dagger in his vest, as his will becomes a conduit for the Truth.
And thus, the beat is set.
Three times the cigarette is hovered upon the torrent of electrons, rending them unto the graphite at the heart of this mockery of Supernatural Order. Not too far in the future, when the cancer stick between his fingers is set alight, their pattern will be freed from their cage and the Lord's might will be made manifest.
It's his own version of Moses' burning bush.
Hugging the sceiling, a webwork of orange, blue and cyan veins now pulses with each beat of their mana infused heart.
He nods satisfied at his creation, the unlit cigarette plucked between his lips. For him, it's all a matter of timing, battles are worn before even setting foot on the field, keeping waste to a minimum.
And now he departs, he's headed upstairs, he needs to find his peers.
Dox - Mtool - 1 (3 dots
Conditional Triggers (Fate 2 + Time 2) held up to 10 minutes require no instant casting penalty. Mana must be infused when the spell is cast but the spell will trigger autonomously once a defined criteria is met. Paradox must be rolled when the spell is activated, though I don't know wheter we got a house rule in this sense, as such, I rolled it at creation. If I should reroll it afterwards, I will
Spells: Supernal Vision Imp [pot 2], Unseen Shield Imp [pot 2], Incognito Presence [pot 4]
Equipment:
Wedding band, moleskine notebook + pencils, magic tool, brass knuckles, Kevlar vest (thin 1/2), Muscle Car (2017 Mustang Shelby gt350r), wallet, Iphone, flashlight
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Presance
Status (Street)
Allies | | Spells, Equipment
Transform Self (Eagle Talons)
Pulse of the Living World (Rit)
2E Life Mage Armor (Rit)
Leather Jacket/Reinforced Clothing 1/0, Smartphone, bowie knife. Magical Tool. Backpack with assorted spray paint, streetbike(outside)
1 Resistant Bashing
Briar Rose can barely nod as she's up and scrambling back down the stairs. Horrified,fascinated. Terrified.
"Winter!" she shouts at top of her lung, she can feel her throat protesting the sound she forces out of it, she can taste the coppery tell at the back of her throat, and the ignoble feeling of needing to cough.
She meets him at the stairs, huffing, eyes wild. "Abyssal creatures, not manifestations. On the landing and fuck knows what Star's dealing with!" she reports. She'd come here for the art, for the vibes, but she didn't think - expects.....
Her talons, flex. She's armed. She can do something, she's done something she'll make it through this. They'd all make it through this.
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Supernal Vision
Unseen Aegis
Create Complex Phantasm
Ephemeral Image
Matter Improv (1)
Honing the Form (3)
Vulgar Count: 3
Super clever, yo.
Send X-23 off running, then notice there's another... Okay, that's Dot. It's totally Dot.
That pitiful sound. Does that hurt? Like. Total inspiration. He's reaching and pulling flows that feel like the concrete edge of a sidewalk that a weed struggled through to bloom a dandelion in defiance. It's Stygia and the Primal Wilds both; deftly sorted and spun into a pair of glyphs, his own blossoms flaring in vibrant green and solid brown. The skull's jagged edges are shaped and sharpened into razor edges while the comfortable snug riding leathers swell and creak in protest as he turns on the Vita-Rays. How you like them apples, Stark? Erskine?
Know who does like this? Yeah, that's right. Awwwwww, yeah. This is how We do, when she's doing for him.
Chinchilla got jacked, yo. Naturally lean already, hard swells of muscle turn the leathers as tight as spandex. This is America's ass.
Star is dismissing Transform Aura.
Star is Improvising a Matter ●●● spell to turn the edges of the skull that the critter is crawling out of razor sharp in the hopes that it'll kill itself/slice itself open while emerging.
Citing Armor Piercing and Backbite as precedents for weaponizing objects dot rating, but will defer/recalculate as required.
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Winter fixes his spell in place, trigger keyed and primed. He dashes up the stairs.
Briar Rose is dashing down the stairs - away from the mewling thing. Behind her, the screaming begins.
Star turns, spots the second creature as it struggles to crawl free of thecultistskull.
He casts, almost without thinking. Mana burns through his Pattern.
As if the sound of Yakko and Wakko, illuminated by the beat and flash of electricity arcing in the space beyond, was not enough...
There is the inhuman shriek of the creature as its Door becomes a merciless trap.
And the blood! I don't know and I'm sure the Illusionist doesn't either!
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Presence
Education
Occultation
By now he should be used to the carnage of war. What they don't tell you, is that you never get used to the sight of unreality painfully ripping its way through the womb of ignorance. Things borne out of the imagination of minds too perverted to be part of this world. And it's telling.
The girl welcomes him with a shriek, like the chirping of a clutch of birds calling for their mother. His sight instantly goes from the Abyssal - if the shudder traversing the drape of his neck is of any indication - to her. Her arm... damn. Normally he would have given her a reassuing word, or a fatherly hug, but right now the clock is ticking. And they're already at the bottom bulb of the hourglass.
He's behind Star now, has the guy been bulking? Brown and Solid glyphs circle his pattern. No, that wasn't it.
"Yo", he says. A reply as succint as thick with meaning. That same cigarette bobs up and down at the corner of his mouth.
His feet taps against the floor, he's appraising something.
Brown, uh. They say necessity is the mother of invention. "Electricity. Cross the streams, Spengler?"
Spells: Supernal Vision Imp [pot 2], Unseen Shield Imp [pot 2], Incognito Presence [pot 4]
Equipment:
Wedding band, moleskine notebook + pencils, magic tool, brass knuckles, Kevlar vest (thin 1/2), Muscle Car (2017 Mustang Shelby gt350r), wallet, Iphone, flashlight
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