Zeitgeist Blue
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Same with Salvo. I'm sure her occult magics and technomancy could help really well.
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Nicole plodded along when the ghost rush ahead, the hem of her dress trailing behind her as she disappeared through a wall. It was slow going for the teenager in armor though, fumbling with the knob to the stairwell, and when she finally pulled open the door there was no trace of Mary in her visual receptors. Her armor wasn't bulky - in fact, it contoured itself to her form - but it handled like it was thrice its size and heavier than it really was. Not great walking inside delicate old buildings. Gingerly stepping down the stairs, Nicole idly noted she needed to recalibrate the reflex heuristic models next time she got. She opened the next door with less difficulty than the first but tripped over her legs, bursting inside a room where a guy wearing his hair long, though it only made his thin frame seem even more drawn out. There was no accounting for taste. "Good evening," she said blandly.
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Actually, I've got a lot on my plate this next few days so I may not post anytime soon. Though since it doesn't affect the fight at all, just feel free to skip me.
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"I'd take that in mind," said Nicole thoughtfully as she took the cake and wheeled to the table to deposit it beside the tea. To say the newest addition was odd was an understatement, made more pronounced by the mysteriously eerie act and a voice like that of a fairy tale witch. The teenager picked up another cup of tea, stronger than the last, and clearly put out said, "Cosmitech and which safety procedures? Don't assume I understand your methodology, but then most people think I can instantly." "I'm not the host here." She sipped her tea, sitting back to watch the conversation between the telephone and laboratory guy.
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"Someone else is here?" Nicole had to admit, her interest was piqued. A magician or a just dabbler of magic maybe, or at least someone familiar with the paranormal, enough to be able to converse with a spirit. It was a start at least and Nicole strode forward, heading for the hatch that led into the library as her visor shut close to activate her radar. She felt the tension descend on the rooftop, cold as the grave, and she turned to allay Mary's doubts. "I just haven't met another practitioner in a while so I'll ." True enough, her radar picked up a figure on the lower levels, surrounded by piles of books. She could have read a thousand times faster online using her interface, but there were tidbits of information unwritten in any database, obscure enough that no one thought to transcribe such things into a cloud, leaving them to be forgotten by the newest era. "Because I think best staying up late. And I'm looking for something." And with that, she stepped forward and dropped down the open hatch.
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ic [Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft
Zeitgeist Blue replied to Moira Morley's topic in The Realms Beyond
Her fingers moved as if pulled by invisible strings, circles upon circles without stopping, crying tears and pink, raw matter as they turned. "Hello?" Nicole blinked for the last time, and then she was nowhere and nothing. It wasn't even dark for there was no light to compare it to, no eyes to see. She could feel fingers move but no arms to direct them and no hands to limit them. And so they were at last free, twirling in the void on their own. She knew if they stopped, then everything would fall apart and she would go hurtling back from where she came and her blood would have been spilled for nothing. But there were perils in continuing still, unseen minds that saw her, peeled her apart to savor her innermost thoughts through tongues speaking fire and marrow. "Hello," she said again, with more conviction, and this time something answered. Beyond the nothing and the where the nowhere became conscious of itself, as if creatio ex nihilo. Gods creating gods of creation inside their own creation. But she was not of their creation. Foreign and unwanted, she would inject her being and upon doing so unveil the lie that the gods have spun. So she moved, though she had no body to move in, wading through the nothing to find something, fingers turning everlasting. -
ic Registration Day: 2 Fang 2 Furious (OPEN)
Zeitgeist Blue replied to Brown Dynamite's topic in Bayview
"This one's a better mage than you'll ever be," Nicole bit out. She stood opposite Corinne, her arms waving around as if to ward away insults, but still almost a marked contrast against the volatile teen. Nicole had no clue what was going on between Jayaman and Huang, and she didn't care. The magic kid was an asshole who loved the sound of his own voice too much, and so Nicole faced Huang even if she addressed the whole group, speakers turned to the max. "Everyone just shut your mouths! No one cares what you're saying so just shut up!" Something stirred inside her inner sanctum and she watched as her minded match the world outside, turning the walls a dark, pulsing red. Beating, restless. Her armored form was still as a statue, but she began to pace agitated inside her interface, wringing her hands in frustration. She wanted to punch something, shove it against a wall, double over laughing. Instead, her armor's engine purred in anticipation, panels sliding open and clicking in multitude, thrusters buzzing, and weapon systems whirring to life. She punched an armored finger at Corinne. "Calm down!" -
"Nicole," she replied. She had a codename of course, but her 'Salvo' was reserved for the mundane world at large, for the media tabloids and the general public had all the self-control of a toddler yet was all the more dangerous for that. But when among the supernatural, a superhero alias was silly, doubly so for a ghost who had no intention or ability to spread a name. They were all special and hiding it, and so there was a solidarity to be found among the witches and wizards, ghosts, vampires, werewolves and changelings. You helped who you could, kept it lowkey, and traded promises in the ritual rooms and the backalleys. It went unspoken but it was an important social assumption that bound people to a responsibility conditioned because of their abilities. "You can call me a witch or a mage or a wizard. The title isn't so important, just that I've got the know-how to help and you're a spirit, so we're both strange." Her visor slid open, letting Mary see her face scrunched up in thought, as if Mary was a problem to be solved. "Why the library then?"
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"I... yes?" Nicole offered helpfully. She closed the space between them, nonplussed yet put at ease by the spirit's excitable demeanor. Up close, it was easy to see that the girl was around Nicole's age, which said little or much depending on the beliefs in contention. The spirit in front of her could have just been a sliver of a deceased's soul, or maybe an amalgam for some symbolic collective, but that she died at such a young age was the simplest explanation and one that sent a shiver down Nicole's spine. It was a thought she pushed back as she waved a nervous hand at the spirit. "This might come as a shock, but you aren't... alive. Only people sensitive to the paranormal can see you and there aren't so many of those anymore." She rubbed the back of her head awkwardly, thinking through the implications before blurting out. "And I haven't heard of any activity here. You're new aren't you?" She caught herself and paused, shaking her head. "That was too forward. Sorry."
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Nicole says, "Bring it."
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Anyway, now fully awake. How's this @Moira Morley? Comprehend 1 (Languages; Extras: Linked [Telepathy]) {2/2} + Telepathy 10 (Extras: Linked [Comprehend]; Flaws: Feedback, Distracting; Drawbacks: Noticeable) {4/7} = {6/7}
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And last, hopefully. Mind Reading 21 (Extras: Action [Move], Flaws: Feedback, Distracting, Limited to Mind Probe, Range [Ranged]; Feats: Improved Range [25 feet], Drawbacks: Noticeable) {7}
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How's this? Mind Reading 24 (Extras: Action [Move], Flaws: Feedback, Distracting, Limited to Mind Probe, Range [Ranged]; Drawbacks: Noticeable)
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I think this adds up? Mind Reading 24 (Extras: Action [Standard], Flaws: Feedback, Distracting, Limited to Mind Probe; Drawbacks: Noticeable)
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I'm going to modify it a bit some. But Mind-reading. Or some other cheap power, that makes sense for Nicole's IC situation and would add to the party OOC. I'll get back to you tomorrow.
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Jury-Rigged Ritual 1d20+14=23 So 7 rounds to make. Around 42 seconds.
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Probably something like Mind Reading or something. 7PPs worth. So DC 22. It'll have to do with binding spirits.
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ic [Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft
Zeitgeist Blue replied to Moira Morley's topic in The Realms Beyond
Nicole nodded numbly, sighing as she was set down behind a tree, hidden from the fighting that was happening a few feet away. She could hear the sounds and the shouting, but all she could see was foliage and the odd flashing light. The man carrying her had nothing to fear; there was little anything the teen could do aside from shouting into the woods for help that wasn't there. The other group of strangers had attacked them on sight, and Nicole couldn't blame them. "It's all the same to me," she glared at his back before he vanished among the trees. There was little interesting to keep her busy. Leaves, soil, twigs, and more leaves. The battle behind her continued, but with only her ears to pick up noises she couldn't guess what was happening. So she closed her eyes, imagining she was in another place, and began to regulate her breathing, taking in deep breaths. Slower and slower, she loosened her grip on the branch, the tension from her shoulders evaporating, thinking of anything but her current predicament. Brush strokes and repeating codes, mantras from old tomes, and maybe some modern university textbooks. Deft fingers tracing sigils and samsaric lines on the dirt. Meditation exercises. And the start of a ritual. -
Nicole had been flying for some time now and was far too preoccupied with her own thoughts, retreating into the blank whiteness of her interface. Her hands cupped her chin, ignoring the intermittent pings that came from the sensor modules. They were intermittent at first, softly pinging, but which began to intensify as she continued her flight, growing in alarm and anger until her head was blaring red from sound and emotion. Almost painful, her thoughts drowned out and barely able to think, she knitted her brows and acknowledged the sensors. She opened her eyes and saw a ghostly figure just over a hundred feet forward, sitting on the rooftop of the old Davis Library. Her train of thoughts broken and curious, Nicole slowed as she approached the figure and descended, confirming with narrowed eyes that the figure really was a ghost. Ethereal. Composition matching the proper profile. Trace elements of soul stuff left in its trail. Slight spiritual shadow. Most ghosts were harmless, mulling on what she knew of incorporeal presences. Barely able to influence the material world on their own, they could be merely wisps of the consciousnesses that have passed. Some not actually cognizant of their own condition. Yet there were exceptions, people who had died but could needed to fulfill some purpose; who had to avenge some wrongdoing, enact personal justice, or just could not let go of the living. There were malevolent spirits, like many beings of course, but rarely any strong enough that could hurt a person seriously, more so Nicole in her armor. A dull thump accompanied Nicole's landing a dozen feet away. She stayed where she was, crossing her arms as scrutinized the spirit. "What do you want?"
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ic Registration Day: 2 Fang 2 Furious (OPEN)
Zeitgeist Blue replied to Brown Dynamite's topic in Bayview
"Not here," said her dad. He pointed one manicured finger to the ground below, and Nicole followed it to a teenage mage tracing spirals on the ground with chalk. She recognized it even in its half-formed state, complex and somewhat different from how she would have done it yet unmistakable in its universal use. "There." Nicole gave one last look at the monster climbing the towers, Jayaman and Qualia barely anything but tiny figurines in comparison to the alien bulk. Her stomach rebelled as she retracted her cannons, hating it but knowing her dad was right. And tearing her gaze away, she entered into a steep dive, thrusters blazing gouts of flame and superheated air in her wake. She slowed her descent at the last second and stumbled into a clumsy landing beside Huang, catching her balance before she could trample over the banishing circle. It was almost finished now. She watched and waited, wondering if it would work. She glanced at Corinne, her clothing and bearing changed, and something about the transformation was amusing to Nicole. Giddy laughter filled her stomach, rising up, but with an effort of will, she squashes it underfoot and refocuses. -
Saturday, September 9, 2017 3:06 AM The Witching Hour Lantern Hill at the best of times was rarely a lively place, yet in the darkness of the night even the dead slumber silent and still. The moon casts a cold light upon the landscape, dispelling the mists and shadows, though not all. There are places its light does not touch, and here the night creatures flit from their hidden crevices into the open world beyond, free from the beings who walk the streets by day. Dogs roam the alleyways in packs, snouts turned to the ground in search for food. Cats tiptoe high above on fences and roofs, glowing eyes watching in a predatory light. And rats scurry in the sewer and secret passageways, peeling back layers of wood and board with gnawing teeth. Once stately things, the old Victoria-era manors lay empty along one road in Lantern Hill, overlooking Freedom City in their lots overgrown with weeds and the dead husks of trees. The roofs are patchworks of missing shingles and dead leaves, brickwork turned to rubble and paint hanging in tatters from the foyer, brown from age, swaying sleepily in the breeze, and in the quiet of the night a lone feline perches on a chimney top. It pauses midway from licking its paw and twists in place to look up. Another figure streaks a silhouette against the purple sky. High above the stillness of the ground, the icy winds buffet her armor but she heeds that no mind, snugly ensconced in steel. Instead, her mind flows in equations and derivatives, codes and images and meanings and symbols, all blurring into one and another to form a mess of thoughts. But she lets the cold air in, and the chill drags her awake, forcing her focus better than a mug of espresso. Absentmindedly, she scans her surrounding area, aware of both physical and magic happenings yet all is silent and still. Even magic needs to sleep.
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"What--" Nicole whipped her head to face the owner of the new voice, a tall woman covered head to toe in a skin-tight suit. She was floating midair, and Nicole backed her wheelchair up a few feet so as not to strain her neck looking up. Her mouth was slightly agape but she shut it quickly and settled her composure, though not before wrinkling her nose in annoyance. Borough folk and her name, what else did the newest guest know and how long had she been listening in? The invitations went out only for practicing students of the arts only, so how did a skeptic know where to look? Nicole had a suspicion the answers would have been nothing comfortable for those present in the room. But before the teenager could point out these faux passes, the floating woman produced cake and tea. Odd sounding names but Nicole had heard worse gimmicks. Nicole stretched her hands to take the offered fare. "So how do you hover? And your invisibility?"
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Initiative 1d20-1=5
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Salvo A Peculiar Proposition (4) In Anticipation of Meaning (7) [Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft (4) Registration Day: 2 Fang 2 Furious (2)
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ic [Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft
Zeitgeist Blue replied to Moira Morley's topic in The Realms Beyond
Nicole heard the twang of strings loosed and an arrow embedded itself deep into the tree, inches from her head. It took all her will to reach out with a shaky hand and stop the still quivering shaft. Then a heartbeat later, the red-eyed stranger swept her off the ground and took off running. "Hey!" She took a swipe at his head that missed by a mile. The branch hit nothing but air, and her arm tensed for a second swing when the pretty yellow robe came up from behind and easily lifted both of them in her arms. Running through the woods at full bore, still not breaking a sweat while carrying two people as she followed a tiny, flying lady running from arrows that came from the trees. This wasn't going as planned for Nicole. Nothing had, ever since she popped up in the middle of the woods. So she gave up and let her head fall on one of the yellow robe's arms. With all the jostling, she couldn't know who's and neither did she care. All she wanted to know right now was just what was going on. It wasn't the first time she wished that. It wouldn't be the last.