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Rigid Mask
Mantle - Chilling breeze, summoning tiny leaves
Rhodes watches, still wary. He didn't trust this for a moment.
"She's out here on the edge of an operation. Who can say where her loyalties lie," he warns Sera. "Meg doesn't take incompetance lightly."
It was a barb. a subtle one. Hopefully it would provoke a response.
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For a moment, the Wizened's head lifts towards Circe and Sera, clearly tempted by the offer of fruit, until Rhodes speaks.
His ploy does provoke a reaction.
A blubbering, sobbing screech! Baghead flinches so bad she wrenches her knee! Her burlap face is stained wet. Around her button eyes, the hill of her nose, and the space covered by her mouth. The bullet wound oozes blood.
She lifts her bagged head and whispers a desperate plea.
"Kill me."
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Well shit, looks like Baggy knows Iron Meg. That was problem and opportunity. Ticket out of town for information could work nicely. "Well this is a problem fer ya girl. I mean, Meg is guaranteed ta end ya. Ya botched this hard. No matter what, that ugly bitch is probably gonna kill and eat ya. So maybe ya would like help with an alternative? Such as ya just say fuck her, try ta make sure she gets fucked, and ya run fer it. Maaaybe we help ya on yer way?"
It was a offer. They couldn't have her going to Iron Meg. But if Baghead thought her options were death or what the courtiers offered? Well fucking Iron Meg more was a great thing to Circe. Why kill when you can hurt them more.
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Presence
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New Identity
Mantle (Spring)
Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, Dreamscape -1 Glamour into WyrdstoneShe knew Rhodes was right, they knew nothing of this girl or who she was loyal to.
At the screech, she moves back, not sure what the girl was going to, but as her wound oozes blood, Sera reaches down to apply pressure. “Does anyone have something I can wrap around her wound?” it wasn’t in her to let someone bleed out. “Please let us help you.” She pleads gently.
But then came the plea. The words making her blood run cold.
Kill her.
Still focused on the wound, “No. No one is killing anyone.” She states with a shake of her head.
Nodding when Circe spoke, “We can help you.” Sapphires looking to the button eyes, “I know we’ve not gotten off on the best foot, but we never meant you any harm. We didn’t come here to hurt you, and are willing to heal you and help you. Do you think you’d get that from Meg?”
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Presence
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Rigid Mask
Mantle - Chilling breeze, summoning tiny leaves
Kill me.
The Flowering was all too happy to fulfill her request, but with the more sympathetic ladies there it seemed their paths were locked. Two good cops. But keeping a bad cop in reserve was always important.
Ann had taken the steps over the edge and betrayed the Leaden Mirror. Meg and others had followed her into turning their powers against fellow changelings and innocent mortals. It was a fear that still moved in the back of the Dread Lord's mind. He would kill, if he had to. How much further would he go pursuing the power of Arcadia? Would it turn him like Ann? Like this twisted Wizened before him?
The Dread Lord jammed his hands in his pockets, watching the scene unfold. His large emerald eyes, and mencing countenance, never left the fallen Autumn Courtier before him.
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There is more wet marks staining the bag of her head.
"P-pl-please!" she begs, "Ho-I-please!"
Her head, burlap bulging and straining weirdly as she does it, bounces back and forth, a frantic, desperate, nod.
"I-failed I'll. Be-be-eated. Food. An-worse and-Ican't-Iplease!" her words run into each other. But ti was clear the Fairest had gotten through to the Wizened.
Then in a small, pathetic voice, "Help....me."
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"I've healing fruit right here she can use right now," Circe waves the goblin fruit in answer to Seraphina's question of medical aid. "Here. Go on and take it," she says to Baghead, "Magically metabolism ta mend yerself."
Circe eyes Seraphina with a nod towards Baghead. The Spring should be a friendlier face then the lady that shot Baghead.
"What do ya know? Oh, and if ya want ta skip town ya got any preferences fer direction ta travel? North, South, East?" She'd heard somethings about Vegas. Something about a House that always wins so even don't fuck with it.
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Presence
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New Identity
Mantle (Spring) Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, Dreamscape -1 Glamour into WyrdstoneA shake of her head as she continued to apply pressure to the knee, “You haven’t failed, because you can still help make things right.” She attempts to sooth, her voice soft, her eyes kind. “We can help you, but I believe we need to move somewhere else. They know where the gate leads to, which means this place isn’t safe for you. So we can help you, but you need to help us too. Perhaps we can find a hotel you can stay at, and a Pledge to help all of us feel a bit more at ease.” It was all she had. She needed to rest, they needed to find Anatole. They needed to talk with Sonnie about what they found.
A nod to Circe, “The fruit will help. Then we can get some place safe, get something to eat, and revisit this. If you are worried the fruit is poison, I will take a bite first.”
Tired eyes look to Circe, then Rhodes. Her reserves were running low.
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Presence
Distinctive Voice
Rigid Mask
Mantle - Chilling breeze, summoning tiny leaves
Rhodes watches, keeping focused on Baghead. At Sera's words, he finally looks to her.
"Binding words are better than blind faith," he says simply, stepping towards the two of them.
The Wyrd feld heavy and unbudging in his mind as he reached for the words. He wouldn;lt have another of these in him. "We will not betray you to The Fallen Queen Ann, Iron Meg and their allies and minions, for one month. In return, you help us with our task. Break and be cursed with the most dire of ill fortunes."
Not his most elaborate work, but it was on the fly, and he was toired. The Dread Lord sneers down at the Wizened, before glancing to his companions. "Sound fair?"
Propsal of pledge:
Task: Forbiddance (-1)
Boon: Favour - help them against Meg's operation (+2)
Sanction: Curse (-3)
Duration: Moon (+2)
I can't remember the new way of recording pledges, so might need some help with that if they accept Saber Sloth
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The Wizened shudders, her weak Autumnal mantle flickers around her as the leaves try to do more then simply lay on the floor. She takes the offered Blushberry, and tears into it. The concave of her burlap mouth tears open, the fabric turning in to a jagged approximation of teeth. In no time, the berry's gone. Her knee's still a ruin, but she's not bleeding as heavily as before.
She's nodding along to Circe's directions, then freezes as Sera suggests a Pledge, and shakes again when Rhodes offers the words.
"No, no." she shakes her head. The created mouth seal once more. "Bet-ter. Better. Terms." she shakes, "Help. Help is-too-to-am -" she steadies her self, "Ambiguous." She leans more heavily against the shelving. "How w-would I help? H-ho-how much is-a enough help?" she obvious swallows down saliva and snot, "An-and, task. It's-is. Needs. Too-a-to be de-defined. W-would I-I ne-need to-a be a serf ffff-or a-a-a moon?"
Baghead takes the Blushberry and heals 1L
Pledges are recorded in the Pledge Calandar! Jump > Pledges Click on the Green Plus, but Baghead wants better terms!
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