Blood in the Vessel
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THREADID
29
POSTS
21 - 29
DISPLAYED
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Jack follows the woman's gaze to the pathetic sight behind him. His jaw hangs slack as he sees Jeremy's beaten and bloodied form sprawled in the sand. He doesn't understand how he hadn't noticed the poor boy sooner. Turning back toward the distraught woman, the good doctor fruitlessly wipes his blood-stained hands on the front of his trousers.
"No... I didn't... it's not how it looks... I'd never...I was just... I was trying to help."
One, two, I'm coming for you...
Rolls
The woman smiles at Doctor Jack. A bitter, vile, arrogant, smile that creases the lines of her face and seems to age her at least two decades in less than a second. What was a beautiful MILF mere moments before becomes something resembling a hag right before his eyes.
The Doctor might be focused on the woman, but he still manages to catch a hint of the real danger out of the corner of his eye. One of the swings just to his left begins to rock slowly back and forth, back and forth, quietly building momentum. A slight squeak of rusty metal gives Jack a bit of warning as the chains and small piece of painted wood arch backward to the almost touch the blue sky above before being released and whipping forward like a pendulum sent from hell itself.
The wood of the swing seat feels like a brick as it connects with the good Doctor's jaw with an impact that loosens a few of his teeth. He can almost taste the copper tint of his own blood on with his tongue as he the Wizened learns what it must have been like to step into the ring with Joe Louis or Ali. Well Jack's a Doctor, he's probably got a good dental plan. That's a plus right?
The hag begins to laugh. A sound as vile as her looks that seems to mock the Spring Courtier.
4 WP damage to Jack ( Def and Armor accounted for, FS Dream 3: Blind Spot )
Villain (Arm:5, Def:3) :: Doctor Jack ( 4 WP Damage )
Doctor Jack is Up
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The blow to his head seems to jog something in Jack's old noggin. How he managed to get so lost on faceless streets... not seeing the boy's bloodied corpse in the sand... the hag's transformation... he realizes that he must be dreaming.
Game on.
Taking advantage of one of his agreements with the Dreaming world, he causes Glamour to distort the air around him. Jack's suit and tie dissolve into dirty combat fatigues as he grasps the offending chains of the swingset. They detach themselves and begin to snake around the good doctors arms and torso. As they coil about his body, some of the links spread and flatten in places, forming protective armor over Jack's vital areas. However, the tail ends of the chains stiffen and lengthen into two curved knives in the Soldier's blood-stained hands. His face now appears to be covered in camouflage greasepaint and dried blood as he stares down his opponent.
Phantasmal Bastion
As Doctor Jack reeled from the blow the Hag's mouth twisted into an unnatural smile. She watches as the Spring Courtier responds to the attack and opens her mouth slightly. As Jack arms and fortifies himself the Demon Hag's teeth begin to file themselves to a sharp point as her fingers extend into razor points. Her skin turns leathery and black as it toughens. It seems that if the Doctor wants to play for real, the Demon is more than happy to up her game as well.
The Hag grins at the Doctor and takes a fighting stance with it's left arm extended. The claws move, beckoning the Doctor to 'come get some bitch'.
Doctor Jack is up. Hag has Armor 5, Def 3
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The Jack's bloodied hands guide the blades with preternatural finesse as he uses the blessing of his Wizened kind against the demonic crone.
Jack be nimble
The Doctor's attack strikes true, well almost, but enough to make a gash on the Hag. Actually more of a scratch really, a scratch that fails to draw blood from the creature.
As Jack waits for the return blow from the creature's claws he begins to hear a strange rustling noise at the edge of his senses. He can feel something almost tickling his senses as individual grains of sand from the playground land against his exposed skin. Out of the corner of his eye the Doctor can see even more sand ... a solid wave of it which smacks against him and while it does not hurt as much as the first attack, it still stings.
After a few moments the sand returns to the ground and the Hag smiles at the Doctor, almost daring him to attack.
Hag ( Arm 5, Def 3 ) :: Doctor Jack ( 6 WP Damage )
Jack is UP
2 suxx
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Spitting sand out of his mouth, Jack's face contorts into a terrible grin as he lunges forward to answer the hag's challenge. He slices at her coarse flesh with his flashing blades. His burning eyes reflect the outrage he must feel at having his dreams invaded by this foul creature.
Slice
A much more effective cut is inflicted on the Hag and the ugly creature goes *poof* ... *BAMF* even ... leaving the Doctor staring at nothing but air.
"Dr. Carlton in dream combat one must always be mindful of their surroundings. Simply because a construction might appear to your enemy, does not make it so." Doctor Jack turns to find that the small boy is on his feet and has seemed to have grown a mustache ... and developed a natty British accent ... VERY similar to a certain hotel manager.
"Conversely what appears to be harmless may, in fact, be the real threat." The creepy child Bates moves his hands much as a conductor would lead his symphony orchestra and the slide, swing set and yes even Doctor Jack's beloved monkey bars break their chains and rise into the air. Where they seem to hold for a second.
"Still this was a rather good showing Dr. Carlton, I believe that you have some potential in this field." There is a hint of a smug smile on the child Bates' face and well that is the last thing Doctor Jack sees as the entire playground is launched in his direction ...
... The good Doctor awakes with rather throbbing headache on a neatly made double bed. Looking around it appears that he is in a hotel room.
4 suxx ... Doctor Jack has a Phobia of Suburbia for the rest of the day
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Still groggy from his rude awakening(and the splitting headache), it takes Jack a moment to remember where he is and what exactly he's doing here. Hotel room... Four Seasons... Mr. Bates... Soon, however, he remembers his fellow Wizened's offer to further his training in Oneiromancy.
'Rather good showing'... prick. I'll be ready for you next time.
Getting up from the bed, the good doctor is about to lurch into the bathroom in search of some aspirin when he notices something on the nightstand next to the bed. Two small white pills sit on a doily next to a glass of water. There is also a short note written on Four Seasons stationary. After swallowing the pills, Jack crumples it up and throws it in the garbage after reading it.
"Prick."
End Scene
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