Asclepius hit the nail on the head and the clown was getting desperate, with his attempts to sway the crowds proving ineffectual he is swiftly running out of cards, until the arrows hand him a new one as hey try to continue into the attraction. "Security, we got thieves here." This encounter on full display of a few phones and the gathering crowd it seems he id desperate enough to risk a nights profits and a hit to the reputation. A few of the other clowns that work the crowd walking freely about making faces and spinning yarns look around at the call for security and the arrows can see three more extricate themselves from their various task and starting heading in their direction.
Witch make me a resolve+Gnosis roll and a dex+stealth+3 for darkness
something something 2 successes
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2025-02-20 06:26:45
something rolls 8 to something (10 Again)
6, 5, 10, 6, 7, 8, 7, 3, 2
2 successes
In among the attractions and tents the dark and seeping miasma flickering with the memory of abyssal resonance subdues Witch's unseen senses are subdued, she can't pick up on anything supernatural.
Her approach to the more distant set up across the dark field is in one sense a quiet relief, embraced by the shadows and away from the many many prying eyes but in another she is following the car park clown to his intended destination as he a little more hurriedly breaks into a jog once out of immediate notice of the attraction and its visitors moving towards the outlined bulk of of a ring of tents and RV's, if she had to guess the living and storage quarters of the travelling show.
Nimbus:
A flowering of wildflowers accompanied by their scent and the sounds of a calm wind dancing over the sea. The more vulgar the spells, the meaner the magic the stronger the winds, the flowers blooming only to quickly decay and spread the scent of death with them.
Appearance
Standing 152.4cm tall, her hair color changing on a regular basis, usually braided but not always.
Her body seemingly quite petite and small but upon closer inspection so is it unexpectedly sturdy, her left arm well trained with more defining muscles than her right arm.
Rarely seen without an armguard and archer glove on her left hand.
Each and every movement always precise, rarely if ever wasting any more effort than needed to achieve her desired result.
Equipment
Rituals February:
Combo Organic Resilience and pulse of the living world (pot 6, armor 4, cloaked)
Combo Body Mastery +2, and Transform Self 4 (pot 6, cloaked)
Honing the form dex +4 (pot 8, cloaked)
Alright that was it, getting rather tired at this whole ordeal as she moves in closer to the man. Keeping her focus to react to any sudden movements as she attempts to nudge Asclepius with her to act as a shield against the people to allow her to speak in a soft whisper to the man.
Listen you want your stuff back, we want to be left alone. I propose this, you will tell us exactly what was taken in a detail so that it cannot be confused for something else we just happen to have. Me, you, and my friend here will walk ten yards into the parking lot, once we have proven we do not have the thing you claim is stolen you will loudly exclaim damn punk about the one who set you to search for us. And we will loudly state that you were just doing your job, this will save us both in reputation and deescalate this whole mess. And should we against all odds do have it well, then we will come quietly and wait whilst you call the police on us deal?
Looking towards Asclepius to see if he would agree to this, they did not have the weapon, but each moment Witch was left to her own was a failure on their accord, little as she liked to try and take decisions when she had no right to speak for them so was this starting to get a tad to public and needed to be sorted in a manner where people would just lose interest.
Gear
cellphone, cash, archery glove on, light gloves covering her hands and fingers, knivesx2 (in belt at her back), throwing knife x5 (in purse), purse, kevlar vest thin under shirt, zippo lighter, athletic running shoes, wooden coin necklace (dedicated tool).
Spells
Combo Organic Resilience and pulse of the living world (pot 6, armor 4) ritual cloaked
Combo Body Mastery +2, Transform Self 4 (pot 6) ritual cloaked
Honing the form dexterity +4 (pot 8) ritual cloaked
Night Sight 5
Sense life 5
Witch rolls 8 to Dex+Stealth+3 (darkness) (10 Again)
8, 2, 7, 10, 6, 9, 9, 6, 9
5 successes
Keeping her breathing even, Witch doesn't look back, instead keeping her forward. Alternating between tracking the clown and finding the next shadow to move to.
Equipment & Stuff
Backpack, phone, notepad, writing bag. Multitool & sample collecting kit.
Willpower
Gnosis Full
Health
Hearing the clowns sentence and just knowing this was about to get more annoying then it needed to be, he could not help but eye roll. Really, you push the panic button? We make every effort to compromise to your demands and you still want to play the big man? What is it ego at this point? God, how are we to solve this pickle... no doubt we are going to be outnumbered.
He at this point feels the nudge of Skye as he follows in with her and shields her from the people. Listening to her words, in the back of his mind knowing this would fall on deaf ears. They had shown no intention of compromise, only wanting to control the situation. Seeing the glance from Skye and her look for agreement or approval he gave it with a nod. I am already tired of this persistent inconvenience, if stepping out into the car park will straighten this out, then I am for it. After all I was happy to do so earlier but the very inconsiderate request of stepping into a back darkened part of the fairground is particularly unhelpful to the situation. What sane person would do so. Whether this clown would take it remained to be seen, he had his doubts but the offer to save face might turn the tide, as the crowd did seem to have a lot of eyes on them currently.
Gear
Sports Bag (attached via strap over shoulder)
Smartphone (in pocket)
Cash (in pocket)
Car keys (in pocket)
Kevlar vest thin (Worn under shirt)
Combat knife (dedicated tool attached at belt)
3 Glowsticks (In Sports bag)
Pepper spray (In Bag)
Wedding ring (worn)
First Aid Kit (In Sports bag).
Bottle of water (in Sports bag)
Spells
Night sight casted by Skye,
Organic Resilience (Pot 1)
Friction reduction (Pot 1)
Evidence Shroud (pot1)
The two arrows attempt to back track the conversation does as Asclepius fears fall away as nothing more then words on the wind, the clown had escalated and in view of the public can't reasonably back down now. Instead he simply rolls his eyes because they all know its to late for the subtle approach, the mages had set bet and he had called the bluff. With the three additional clowns it now numbers five to two who will attempt to lay hands on Skye and Asclepius to lead them away. If the arrows want to resist it will go to initiative, if they show acquiescent behaviour to their own apprehension they will be lead away.
Witch tucked away in the shadows of the field, with near perfect silent movement tracks the clown to the edge of the darkened trailers low voices, a pitiful whimpering of pain and the scent of cheap cigarettes wafts through the air. The voices have a hushed urgency to them until the clown she is tailing speaks up arriving into the conversation.
"Well have you it yet or them yet." The voice is that of the ring master she had heard earlier only harsh and irate. "Sort of Callum has them over by the entrance he's trying to bring them in now. They are making a spectacle of it." Witch can't see the reaction to the words and has to wait for the reply heartbeats stretching the seconds. "Well I doubt their auditioning for a job so do you think they know what they took or not." A near as good a confirmation as can be hoped that ringmaster was aware of his abyssal cast member.
It is now of all time that wretched writhing voice sounds through her mind thoughts that should never have been given shape, providing purpose and drive that which by all accounts should never have been. "They will lie to you, kill you with out hesitation. This is a bad idea." The bile burning in the back of her thought as potent a reminder as any that the thing in the knife is far from a harmless bystander in all this.
Nimbus:
A flowering of wildflowers accompanied by their scent and the sounds of a calm wind dancing over the sea. The more vulgar the spells, the meaner the magic the stronger the winds, the flowers blooming only to quickly decay and spread the scent of death with them.
Appearance
Standing 152.4cm tall, her hair color changing on a regular basis, usually braided but not always.
Her body seemingly quite petite and small but upon closer inspection so is it unexpectedly sturdy, her left arm well trained with more defining muscles than her right arm.
Rarely seen without an armguard and archer glove on her left hand.
Each and every movement always precise, rarely if ever wasting any more effort than needed to achieve her desired result.
Equipment
Rituals February:
Combo Organic Resilience and pulse of the living world (pot 6, armor 4, cloaked)
Combo Body Mastery +2, and Transform Self 4 (pot 6, cloaked)
Honing the form dex +4 (pot 8, cloaked)
Darn, not even when given a chance to save face so would they go for it, of course not. The hand not one she enjoyed, but to get captured by these kinds of people, who were affected in the winds knows what kind of manner? Not a damn chance, a look toward her fellow arrow as she prepares herself to run away but wanting to see his reaction first. Knowing full well that she was small, fast, and could disappear if needed but could he?
”Get your hands of me, we offered to publicly show you we do not have your falsely accused stolen things and just want to see the damn exhibit you freaking pervs.” Her voice loud enough to be easily herd as she pulls away and spins away to see the full group of guards. Still ready to change her recourse based on what her brother in arms felt secure in that he could manage.
Initiative 12
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2025-02-22 06:43:57
Skye rolls 1 die for initiative
1
Gear
cellphone, cash, archery glove on, light gloves covering her hands and fingers, knivesx2 (in belt at her back), throwing knife x5 (in purse), purse, kevlar vest thin under shirt, zippo lighter, athletic running shoes, wooden coin necklace (dedicated tool).
Spells
Combo Organic Resilience and pulse of the living world (pot 6, armor 4) – ritual cloaked
Combo Body Mastery +2, Transform Self 4 (pot 6) – ritual cloaked
Honing the form dexterity +4 (pot 8) – ritual cloaked
Night Sight 5
Sense life 5
To make sure all in the scene here sees it, I might be going in for surgery in the middle of this current scene and will be in the hospital for slightly over a week. This is not a certainty though but a possibility, will update once I know for sure either way.
Holding still in the shadows, focusing on keeping her breathing steady and low, she was pleased in the worst way at the confirmation on the Ringmaster being aware of what had been taken. The idea of him as an ally might have been floating in the far reaches of someone's mind but if so, it was cut loose now.
Her eyes looking to find the next shadow, the voice struck, and she clamped her teeth together in a knee jerk reaction to avoid revealing herself. Through gasp, through retching, through anything. Fingernails dug into her palms as she closed her eyes against the sensation the voice brought.
But ultimately ... it likely wasn't wrong. This was a bad idea. And death was definitely on the table.
And why are you trying to get away? The thought was ... directed? toward the voice corrupting her mind. She didn't put much faith in her ability to actually communicate with the knife, but until she could get herself under control she wasn't going to try and move deeper in.
Equipment & Stuff
Backpack, phone, notepad, writing bag. Multitool & sample collecting kit.
Willpower
Gnosis Full
Health
The situation escalating, and with everyone looking and the extra help closing in, it was clear everything was building to a huge scene. He looks to his fellow arrow her words showing emphasising her reluctance to allow the clowns to cart them off. Fuck it, I bite your bait... Let's double down at my own risk. His face contorting to show a fury as the back up enclosed in on them. He prepared himself to what he was about to do, even in front of an audience. He spoke in a loud and clear voice to draw the clowns eyes to him. Keep your hands to yourself pal, She has done nothing wrong here. You want to get hands on one of us so bad to prove something then fine... As he finishes, he drops his bag to the floor. With as much haste as he could muster, he whipped his shirt off leaving himself shirtless with his back to the crowd. He threw the shirt into the bag as to not muddy it on the floor, and spread his arms out wide as if going through a security check. We have entertained this charade at the expense of out evening here, and repeatedly you have abused our patience... Fine here you go pat me down then. For all to witness. Then leave us the hell alone. You want a big scene to make yourself look good, well here you go.
I have rolled initiative as I figured that the written display in my eyes is seen as resistance to being carted off by the clowns and no doubt will need the roll given the circumstance.
initiative - 14
Date
Action
Roll
Result
2025-02-26 18:52:20
Asclepius rolls 1 die for initiative
8
Gear
Sports Bag (attached via strap over shoulder)
Smartphone (in pocket)
Cash (in pocket)
Car keys (in pocket)
Kevlar vest thin (Worn under shirt)
Combat knife (dedicated tool attached at belt)
3 Glowsticks (In Sports bag)
Pepper spray (In Bag)
Wedding ring (worn)
First Aid Kit (In Sports bag).
Bottle of water (in Sports bag)
Spells
Night sight casted by Skye,
Organic Resilience (Pot 1)
Friction reduction (Pot 1)
Evidence Shroud (pot1)
The side thread is for the combat just to stop things getting wonky regarding posting rules with some of you in combat and others not
Gritting her teeth through the nausea and brain squirming Witch fires a question mental back ... and it is perceived. That horrific voice never meant to form words or sound never meant to communicate or even be known burrows deep into the recesses of her mind. "Waking is torment. I wish to sleep. Bound as I am I cannot. They have have lied to me made promises they have no intention to uphold, so their use to me has come to an end." Witch's wellbeing then not a concern out of altruism but simply wishing to not see its equivalent of an escape car get damaged beyond use.
Teeth grinding against a groan as the knife spoke to her, Witch curled tighter into the shadow until she could breath without crying against the abyss.
She couldn't trust the knife. It was of the abyss after all. And yet ...
A knife with a bound Acamoth.
At least one mage who knew this. Who was possibly responsible for the binding.
And employees who might be aware of it. At least to some degree.
Skye and Ascelpius busy with said employees. She might be brash but even she knew better than to try and take on the group alone with the knife in possession.
She would give it another few seconds, see if any other drops of intel would fall to where she hid and then ... it was time to go.
In this she was in agreement with the knife.
Equipment & Stuff
Backpack, phone, notepad, writing bag. Multitool & sample collecting kit.
Willpower
Gnosis Full
Health
Read Eidolon
Out of path casting and roll boots
Rest of spends from main thread, 
out of path casting, roll boost
something something 2 successes
Draft this Post
Striking looks
Presence
Status: (Adamantine Arrow)
Casting Self Healing
