DYLF: Never to young to die

[Philip Crosen]

Fortunes Protection

Fate

Shielding

  Prolonged

Body Control

Life

assume control of autonomic processes

  Prolonged

Quantum Flux

Fate

"aim" any action

  Prolonged

Philip is trapped beneath the rubble.

Until he no longer is.

spells, effects and gear

Armor: 4 (FP), Speed 10, Init +6, Defense: 3,
Spells active: 3/6([1]Body Control, 1]Fortunes Protection(FP) cast with 2-day duration, [1]Quantum Flux),
Spell tolerance: 3/2 (1 over limit), Vulgar spells: 0 Health: , Mana: [0] Willpower: (max WP/scene 2, 1 left)
Gear: in his jeans pockets: wallet with car and apartment keys, 20$ Cash and various mundane ID`s and membership cards, lighter, order-tool-slash-phone,
bag with ashes of Mothisa, can of hairspray, pack of cigarettes, hair comb, laptop (portable computer), 4 TB SSD, hunting balaclava, roll of duct tape, pack of zip ties, survival kit(urban), first aid kit

In car: duct tape (four extra rolls), zip ties (two extra packs), additional first aid kit, pepper spray(one can), survival kit, climbing tools, night-vision goggles, fire extinguisher, unloaded shotgun with ammo in seperate compartment, katana.

[ReubanBrightwood]

Witch holds the power in the position she has the thing the ghost girl wants so badly. Is driven to take back it would seem. The option exists that she will attack again unaware of the supernal protection the Moros now benefits from. But Mothisa has shown some capacity for thought and decision making and Witch healing the wound is a shocking revelation that makes fighting seem pointless.

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And well when Witch turns the rubble to something equitable to tissue paper in terms of its durability the sensation is immediately apparent underfoot. Her nimbus of course flaring but with with no mages around to witness the event and the Abyss blessed quietly even as the paradox mounts. Witch makes it plain for the recently deceased model who is in charge here.

"Fine." The word spat with a derision that could melted through steel. But She does begin to tug at Corn exposing more of the comatose mage on deaths door. The rubble parting easily under the pressure of her pulling him up.