Singha: So...they make it back to the K-R in the bitchmobile, into
the underground lot. Milton/Adam shudders a bit when they drive underground but
that's the only reaction you get from him
Angelia Caponelli: Ang clambers out to help
Reyna unload the iron wood.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: Amazingly, she's
actually kept the radio down for the drive, so the speakers are just playing
"Kashmere" by Led Zeppelin, not blasting it. She parks the van where
directed and hops out.
Singha: They
park near the elevators, and the security guards who monitor the elevator here
greet Ang pleasantly.
Singha: 10,4,6,
Singha: 6,2,10,2,
Angelia Caponelli: She smiles to the guards
and asks if they can help them get the peice onto the lift.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She pulls open the
back and frowns at the wood, looking over at Angelia. "Next time we go
looking for big, exceptionally heavy items, I say we bring a dolly." She
doesn't seem to mind if the guards help, though.
Singha: 'Milton'
seems to find his strength from somewhere and resumes his act as he clambers
out of the vehicle, but it's not quite as convincing as before. He grabs the
statuettes he's brought with him and enters the elevator with Reyna and Ang.
Angelia Caponelli: She winks at Reyna,
"I'm making you help me bring all the sculptures back later."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods. "Got
no problem with that. Just means that like I said, we go steal a dolly from
U-Haul." She grins, and picks up an end of the wood, even if the guards
are helping, moving it to the elevator.
Singha: "Why
don't we free Mas and ask ~him~ what he wants done with his things?" He
asks irritably.
Angelia Caponelli: "I thought he left
it all for you?" She tells Milton. "Besides you took some."
Singha: "No,
he left it because he was a coward and fled he country rather than face his
destiny."
Angelia Caponelli: "Well then..."
She murmers before stabbing the button for 38.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Lady and
Gentleman...less arguing, more helpong with the ungodly heavy piece of
kindling, if you don't mind?" As she seems to be trying to drag it across
the floor at the moment.
Singha: He
presses the button for the Rave room. "Do you have a skinning knife?"
Angelia Caponelli: She looks up to Milton
and frowns slightly, "Yes."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Going on the
assumption that since the guards were only asked to help, and not posted to
have actually helped any, they didn't.))
Singha: ((They
helped it get into the elevator, but didn't join them in the elevator))
Singha: "Bring it," he says.
Angelia Caponelli: She nods and gets off at
38 then letting them go up while she fetches the knife.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Ah, okie. I had an
amusiung image of Reyna trying desperately to drag the thing across the floor, and
Milton & Angelia so busy arguing, they didn't notice that Reyna wasn't with
them, and left her. *S*)) She leans against the piece of wood, whistling
quietly as she watches the floor indicator go up numerically.
Angelia Caponelli: (and brbs)
Singha: ((*G*))The
elevator opens up onto a large open area, with a tuning fork shaped bar in the
center. It's set up with tables and chairs like a killer nightclub, but looks a
bit forlorn and disused.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She grabs the wood
and starts to drag it, with effort, out of the elevator.
Angelia Caponelli: (Back!)
Angelia Caponelli: (lets you have a min
though)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Where am I
dragging this to, before I drop it on my foot and have to go to the
hospital?" Looking to Milton.
Singha: 9,7,5,
Singha: He
bends over and helps her drag it out of the elevator, just enough to clear the
doors. "Right there is fine for now."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She sets it down, and
sighs, reaching into her duster for her cigarettes. "A'ight. So now what?"
Singha: He
draws in a deep breath and moves over to the sink behind the bar, washing the
makeup off his face and wiping it off with a towel. "Whatever happens here
tonight, I need your word, on Gaia and your Father, that you won't disclose it
to anyone without asking me if it's okay."
Angelia Caponelli: Ang retuns with a
sheathed skinning knife and her good old doctor's bag of theurgy stuff. She
looks at the knife a little worried as she enters the rave room.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods to him.
"You've got my word, then. I'm Little Miss Discretion."
Singha: He
wipes his face with a fresh towel and removes the buck teeth, looking over Ang
for a long moment. "I'll be right back. If you have any way of anchoring
us here...prepare what you need to do that."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She lights her
cigarette, moving away to give Angelia room to do her thing without her getting
in the way.
Angelia Caponelli: She looks over him
slowly, "In what sense? So that we can get back?"
Singha: "Yes,
so we don't get lost there...if we need to come back. It's a long way and...not
charted. Most spirits can't recall how to get there, let alone the way back
here."
Singha: "And
the spirits who know the way...they're servants of the Dark Father."
Angelia Caponelli: She frowns. "I can't
but maybe I can put something here that we couldn't loose...make this north on
our compass..."
Singha: He
sighs. "See what you can do." And he disappears in the elevator.
Angelia Caponelli: She takes a deep breath
and slips off her coat, loosening the top few buttons of her shirt.
Angelia Caponelli: 8,4,4,6,
Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: tapping into LWS
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She watches him go
and shakes her head, sighing a little, before looking to Angelia. "I'm
sure the answer is no, since I know precisely jack about rituals and the like,
but anything I can do to help?"
Singha: He
returns about twenty minutes later, carrying a blue velvet box about the size
of two cigarboxes stacked one on the other.
Angelia Caponelli: "Unless you have a
special trick to keep us from getting lost..." She just stands there, her
eyes closed, concentrating.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She shakes her head.
"Short of breadcrumbs, string, and big chalk arrows, nope."
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((She feels LWS warm up her chest.))
Angelia Caponelli: "Metaphysically
I need a silver string."
Angelia Caponelli: Proceeds to start talking
in what to those who don't know spirits must sound like tongues. ~ss~ My
lady... I need your assitance.
Singha: He
pulls out a key and opens the box, then says to the wall "I know you can
feed from me wherever I am."
Singha: ((Gah!
I know you can feed ~from~ me))
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ~SS~ "What do you need, daughter?"
Singha: He
looks to Reyna. "Can you dedicate items to yourself?"
Angelia Caponelli: ~ss~ We're going into a
dark place my lady, we need an anchor or compass so that we do not loose our
way home.
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ~ss~ "My love can anchor you to one another but you
must have something here that bears my mark."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She listens to
Angelia speak, comprehending the words, then looks to Adam, shaking his head.
"'Fraid not, hon...never picked up on the ritual thing. I was never in one
place long enough to."
Angelia Caponelli: She moves to her threuge
back and opens it slowly, feeling around in it before pulling out a small
velvet case and then another. She looks at both for a long moment, unsure
before putting one back and opening the other to reveal the white jade
necklace. ~ss~ Will this do my lady?
Singha: He
looks to Ang as she reveals the necklace, a strange expression on his face. And
then, wordlessly, he starts to strip.
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ~SS~ "If it was awakened to my call, yes."
Singha: He
looks over the windows, and then moves over to pick up the skinning knife. He
turns toward Reyna. "Do you trust me?"
Angelia Caponelli: Ang smiles faintly to
Adam, her fingers trailing over the ruins. She starts singing softly to the
peice of jewelry, a soft love song in italian.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She eyes the skinning
knife for a moment, then looks up to Adam. "Absolutely."
Angelia Caponelli: 10,2,4,9,4,8,6,
Singha: "Take
off your clothes."
Angelia Caponelli: (Specialty in mystic
rites. Re rolling)
Angelia Caponelli: 7,
Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: That would be for the awakening
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods, and sheds
the duster with a quick shrug of her shoulders. Off comes Harry and his
shoulder holster, falling on top of the duster. The tank top, boots, pants, and
so on soon follow, tossed in a heap.
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((She awakens it if she has that rite, she can feel it
resonating with her brand))
Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: *nods* Course she does.
Angelia Caponelli: She leans her head down
and kisses on of the peices of jade lightly. ~ss~ "If I leave it here you
will help us back to it then Lady?"
Singha: ~SS~
"Yes."
Singha: "How
are you with pain?" Adam asks, as he steps closer to Reyna, dragging the
blade free of the sheath. "Do I need to tie you?"
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((*Hands Singha back
the presumably dropped PM*))
Angelia Caponelli: ~ss~ "Thank you My
lady.." She holds the necklace very carefully, looking around calmly to
the naked pair. "It's done." She says.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She purses her lips,
looking at the knife, but holds her ground. "I can do my best. I've dealt
with pain before."
Singha: He
nods, and pushes her against the bar, holding her down by the throat so that
she's arched backward painfully.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She closes her eyes,
mentally bracing herself for the pain to come.
Singha: "Stay
like that," he says, staring down into her eyes. And he brings the knife
up to his chest and starts carving the brand to Lady White Snake out of his
chest.
Singha: ((or
face, if her eyes are closed.))
Angelia Caponelli: (her chest you mean?)
Singha -> Singha:
10,3,5,10,4,7,9,
Singha: ((No,
his chest. She doesn't have a brand))
Singha: 4,7,4,4,4,
Singha: It's a
bit awkward, a bit sloppy, but he manages to get the bit of skin he was looking
for off. And he slices into Reyna's chest, an area of about the same size.
Singha: 5,9,3,9,4,
Singha: ((Roll WP
Reyna, to keep from moving during this.))
Angelia Caponelli: (gotcha I read wrong)
Singha -> Singha:
7,5,4,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She remains unmoving,
her eyes shut, waiting. Biting her lower lip.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang winces, her nose
twitching a little at the scent of blood. She moves closes to see.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 6,8,6,5,2,
Singha: He lays the swatch of skin from his now bleeding chest on
the raw area he just skinned from Reyna and says to Ang "Heal her."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She gives a strangled
yip-like sound at the slicing, but otherwise tries her best to remain unmoving.
Angelia Caponelli: She reaches over to put
her hand on the area.
Angelia Caponelli: 7,6,4,4,3,
Angelia Caponelli: (vs your rage Rey)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((I have no Rage,
thus diff 6, if I'm not mistaken))
Angelia Caponelli: (*nods* you heal 2 lvls)
Singha: ((Roll
GN Reyna))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 3,9,9,6,6,
Singha: As he's
cutting her, he recites Wm Blake's "The Mental Traveller"
Singha -> Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((You feel a warmth flare to Life in your chest, a Calm
sense of Love and Compassion. You can also feel a pull toward the necklace, as
if you are tied to it by a string))
Singha: ((Reyna,
you and Ang can speak mentally to one another as if you both had Mindspeak
activated, but without the -1 distraction. It's as if you know one another's
hearts))
Singha: He
studies Reyna for a long moment, as if trying to see if it worked.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: Once healed, she
reaches up and touches the skin, tentatively, smiling oddly despite the
residual pain.
Angelia Caponelli: She smiles a little and
lifts her hand, brushing her fingers over Reyna's hair before looking up to
Adam questioninly.
Singha: She now
has a LWS brand. And Adam has a bleeding rectangle in his chest. He turns to
the velvet box and flips it open, tell Ang to "Dedicate the statuettes to
one of you."
Singha: ((telling
Ang.))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She returns the smile
to Angelia, and takes a more comfortable lean against the bar, still a little
dazed by the new sensation.
Singha: He
reaches into the box and withdraws what looks like a thin piece of paper, but
turns out to be a swatch of human skin with the tattoo of the Rose on it. He
dips it into the blood on his chest.
Angelia Caponelli: She looks to Reyna and
then to the statuettes and nods. "I'll take them."
Angelia Caponelli: (should I do one at a
time or both together?)
Singha: He
draws in a deep breath and turns to stare at the windows, starting near the
elevator and slowly turning his head as he sweeps counter clockwise around the
280 degree view through the windows.
Singha: ((Whatever
goes quickest since we've taken 2 hours and haven't even left yet. *G*))
Angelia Caponelli: 2,4,5,4,7,7,10,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She watches and
listens, quietly. Learning what she can by simple observation, as usual.
Angelia Caponelli: (3 succ I'll say that's
good enough for both)
Singha: ((So
yeah, she's dedicated them, but has to spend 1 GN for each, and 1 for the
healing so how many GN she have left?))
Angelia Caponelli: (1)
Singha: 4,10,8,
Singha: He
stares at the windows and homes in on one of them, moving over to it and
smearing his blood across the glass, starting at the top and moving right to
left, dabbing the skin in his chest wound to refresh the blood. ((roll
per+occ))
Angelia Caponelli:
3,10,4,4,9,10,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 5,7,9,3,
Singha: Ang
sees it clearly, but Reyna has a bit of trouble making it out at first. But
eventually both of them feel their blood run cold when they realize that
whatever image that is coming out of the window drawn in his blood is a
mainline to the Thrall of the Wyrm.
Angelia Caponelli: She swollows and rubs the
spot on her chest where her band is before she moves closer... understanding
now why he left himself out of the link.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She shivers
involuntarily, arms coming up to hold herself as she pales a little.
Singha: He
finishes painting the entire panel from floor to ceiling, then turns and
trudges over to the block of ironwood. He bends down and puts the little patch
of now bloody tattood skin on the side of the ironwood, straightening it out to
reveal the Rose.
Singha: He
looks to Ang. "Can you awaken it?"
Angelia Caponelli: "The wood or the
skin?"
Singha: "Yes."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She shifts her weight
from one foot to the other, then back. And forth. A nervous gesture, it looks
like.
Angelia Caponelli: "I can't do both
unless they're one thing."
Singha: "Awaken
the wood."
Singha: (((Reyna,
roll WP))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 7,3,10,2,8,
Angelia Caponelli: 8,7,6,7,9,5,5,
Angelia Caponelli: She
leans down and brushes her fingers over the wood, singing to it softly.
Singha -> Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((She gets the same feeling staring into that swirling,
chaotic maelstrom that she got when looking into Adam's eyes that one night.
But she has control over this fear))
Singha: ((Ang
feels the wood awaken, and both she and Reyna feel the Rose bond with it,
thrumming along the link with LWS.))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: Her jaw takes a hard
edge, and she looks away from the painted window, with effort. She looks toward
her clothes, suddenly feeling the need for another cigarette, but resists the
urge to do so, not wanting to disrupt things.
Angelia Caponelli: She closes her eyes and
draws in a deep breath. ~It'll be alright Sister~ she reassures Reyna through
the link.
Singha: He
bends over and picks up the wood. Or tries to.
Angelia Caponelli: (oh do they only have
their -1 when they're using the link or all the time?)
Singha: 10,2,6,
Angelia Caponelli: She reaches down to help
Adam with one end.
Singha: He
hefts it up and balances it on his shoulder, then turns to the window.
"Whatever happens, I love you both."
Singha: ((There
is no -1 with the link))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks to Angelia
and nods, smiling very faintly. She pads across the floor with bare feet to
help with the wood.
Angelia Caponelli: She looks over Adam,
"We're all coming back together, whole." She says with certinty.
Angelia Caponelli: (Ah gotcha)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods at Angelia's
words, a hint of her humor returning. "Damn skippy we are."
Singha: He smiles, eyes a bit haunted. He nods to Ang. "The
stars, sun, moon, all shrink away A desert vast without a bound, And nothing
left to eat or drink, And a dark desert all around." And with that, he
walks into the window, disappearing as if he's stepping sideways.
Angelia Caponelli: She takes a deep breath
and looks to Reyna before stepping in after him.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: And she's right
behind, swallowing down her nascent fear at having to come into contact with
that mainline. Nothing's stopping her from standing by their side, especially
not some pesky mind-numbing panicky horror.
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((Ang your Rage is effectively your Shadow here. You will
feel drawn to hurt yourself or the other self destructive behavior you've had
in the past))
Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: Gotcha. Ang's rage is 3
Singha: You
both feel sucked into a vortex of howling, stinging winds, that obsidian grit
that Ang recalls Stoney cleansing out of Adam. It's hard to navigate, but they
can feel the bond from LWS keeping them together, and can feel the bond to the
wood ahead of them, tho in the howling storm it's difficult to see anything
around them.
Singha: They
trudge through this hellish sandstorm, until they hear a throbbing, clanging
sound in the distance, the cutting sands under their feet reverberating with
the blows.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She pushes ahead,
through the winds, following the bond to the wood.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang's eyes roll upwards
into her head and she groans low and deep as a little shudder courses through
her. She reaches out one hand, reaching for Reyna's shoulder.
Singha: ((roll
Rage Ang))
Singha: 5,8,3,4,2,
Angelia Caponelli: 9,2,9,
Angelia Caponelli: (eg)
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((She can feel that voice in her head, calling to her, feel
all those desires bubbling up, threatening to overwhelm her. At the moment,
it's not too much for her but it's a definite distraction. -2 to things
requiring concentration))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 5,2,7,3,
Angelia Caponelli: She swollows, a low moan
rumbling in her throat as she moves along slightly unfocused.
Singha -> Reyna Varinia Reíruno: Reyna feels that fear bubble up in her, getting the oddest
sensation that the little shards of sharp sand blasting her skin are the
shattered shards of the Worm's soul, torn from him as he struggles to free
himself from the Weaver.
Singha: Soon, a
shrill sound reaches their ears, the sounds of fifes, intermingled with screams
of torment, a counterpoint to the steady, demonic throbbing of the hammer and
tongs.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She makes a small,
involuntarily whining sound, arms folding around her to protect herself as she
staggers forward.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: At the sounds of
screams, she raises her arm to shield her eyes, trying to look ahead.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang's hand twitches a
little, tightening on Rey's arm with the rhythmic beatting of the hammer. Her
expression's glazed... not horrified... though she should be... rather almost
lustfilled.
Singha: Suddenly
they step free of the storm, sands tinkling from them like the brittle laughter
of madness, and see themselves on a vast, dark plain, filled with thousands
upon thousands of Crinos shifters.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She gasps, taking in
a deep breath as they finally fall free of the storm...and gapes at the sight.
Her hand falls to rest on Angelia's hand, both to reassure her and for support.
Singha: Each
shifter is chained to an obelisk by a collar of black adamntine, the chains
tinkling in resonance to the tinkling of the sands as they fall from the group
of travelers as they trudge onto the plain.
Angelia Caponelli: She inhales another
shakey breath her gaze darts over the shifters, her hand pulls up to her neck
rubbing her throat lightly.
Singha: From
this distant perspective, Ang sees what she was unable to see the last time she
was here, and struggling to free Trevor from the heart of this place: The
landscape is that of a fallen Garou warrior, Crinos, dismembered with body
parts scattered about, desecrated and turned to that obsidian that feeds the
grit of the storm. Reyna sees the body, as well, but it's that of a human
warrior.
Singha: ((Does
that make sense? Meaning that the landscape actually has the countours of a
dismembered corpse, the hills and valleys all of that black, glassy rock))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Great
Father..." It's said quietly, breathlessly, as an exclamation rather then
a call. She looks around, wide-eyed, and looks to Angelia.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((I gotcha. *S*))
Singha: They
can hear the rushing breath that sounds like the panting of a wolf on the hunt,
and see the dismembered ribcage rising and falling, feeding the black flames in
the belly, that swirl around in a smaller version of the vortex surrounding
them.
Angelia Caponelli: (nods,
i think so... like the hills are actually the body parts?)
Singha: The
Heart beats, hammering that dreaded thruming beneath their feet. The shrieks
and cries from the blackened Crinos beasties all around them adding to the
dread cacophony.
Angelia Caponelli: ~I want...~ Her lips move
but make no sound and the words carry over the link instead. She rolls her head
slowly as she moves, her dark eyes shifting over the spirit scape.
Singha: In
front of them, Adam bent under the weight of the wood, continues walking toward
the flaming center of the realm, where the dark flames lick the air, sending
cinders and silvered sparks up in the air.
Singha: They
see Banes playing fifes, horrible, twisted versions of sprites and fairies,
dancing gaily as the Crinos beasties thrash mindlessly to free themselves from
their torment.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She purses her lips,
her own hand keeping Angelia's hand on her arm as she walks with her along,
following after Adam. ~Come on, Angelia. Stay with us...~
Angelia Caponelli: She looks over the crinos
things with... envy almost as she lets Reyna's pull lead her along.
Singha: They
come to a river bank, with a river made of gore and dismembered bodies, all
those killed at the hands of Rage, their blood the water, their limbs flotsam,
severed heads the boulders this dread river washes over. ((and if Ang has ever
killed someone in frenzy, make a rage roll))
Singha: 7,2,6,2,6,
Angelia Caponelli: (do black spirals count?)
Singha: ((yes.))
Angelia Caponelli: 3,10,8,
Angelia Caponelli: (Has killed a lot of
those in frenzy)
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((when she looks at the water, she feels the bloodlust, the
elation of the kill she felt when killing those spirals))
Singha: Adam
pauses and stares at the water, his own face glazing over with...pleasure.
Lust. The blood on his chest has dripped down to form vertical linds over his
abdomen. His cock twitches.
Singha -> Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((per+empathy))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 1,9,8,10,3,
Angelia Caponelli: Ang throws her head back
and howls, forcing lupin sounds out of her human throat, not caring about the
damage it inflicts on her vocatl cords. She digs her nails into her torso,
ripping away cloth, leaving thin, bloody lines where bale fire once burned into
her flesh.
Singha -> Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Reyna realizes, to use a pop culture reference, that this
is the Poppies! moment from Wizard of OZ for Adam and Ang. If either of them
settle here, they'll be stuck.))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: Reyna, on the other
hand, looks like she's doing everything she can not to gag on her own bile as
her dusky skin pales at the sight. She looks toward Adam, then to Angelia, and
frowns deeply, worry lining her features. She concentrates on the link, keeping
her voice calm and trying to be a center for the other woman. ~Angelia. Come
back to yourself. We HAVE to keep moving.~
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: In the meantime, she
reaches out, putting her hand on Adam's chin and trying to pull his face away
from the river, to meet her eyes.
Singha: Adam
starts to lower the timber from his shoulder, staring at the River, nostrils
flaring, a joyous, mad light in his eyes.
Angelia Caponelli: She turns her head a
little, gaze sweeping over Adam with a starved, feral look. Her knees bend
slightly like she might just pounce on him right there until that annoying calm
voice slides over her mind. She growls at Reyna, bearing teeth. "Look...
look at our triumph. Look at our victory."
Singha: When
Reyna grabs his chin, he turns to regard her, turning the full force of that
Lust on her, and once again she feels that terror beyond all terror grip her,
that fear that she'll be sucked under by that vortex churning in his eyes.
Singha: ((Roll
WP Reyna))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 5,2,7,9,10,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((*WHEW*))
Singha -> Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((She keeps a grip on it, tho she's quite aware it's there,
eating at the pit of her stomach. *G*))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She bites into the
inside of her lip, forcing that fear down with sheer determination, and shakes
her head silently to Adam. No quick motions, no outward show of panic. She
will...has to...remain calm. She sends her thoughts through the link. ~Your
victories will be for nothing if you fall here. Remember your pledge...we all
make it through whole. I'm holding you to that.~
Angelia Caponelli: Stalks over, fingers
curlled and grabs for Reyna's hair with one hand, back of her shirt with another,
yanking her back from Adam.
Angelia Caponelli: (or trying to)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((What shirt? *S*))
Angelia Caponelli: (oh yeah. Well shoulder)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She tries to push
Angelia back with her near arm, attempting to stand firm. Resolute. Their rock.
Angelia Caponelli: (str + brawl?)
Singha: He
grins, that cruel, sadistic gleeful grin Ang knows so well, he's in his
element, his kingdom. And twists, bringing the hard edge of the timber chcck
into the back of Ang's head.
Singha: 3,9,7,4,4,5,
Singha: (resisted
STR for you two))
Singha: 1,6,1,6,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 8,3,5,
Singha: ((*slaps
the dice roller for punking damage rolls again*))
Angelia Caponelli: 2,4,7,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((It loves to do
that, doesn't it?))
Singha: As Ang
and Reyna struggle Adam slams the timber into the back of Ang's head, but
doesn't manage more than a glancing blow. "Stop it. Get on the timber,
both of you."
Angelia Caponelli: Ang moans softly,
reaching up to exert a little more pressure on the very small bruise. "Yes
Master..." She coos and then looks up at him. "On it Master?"
Singha: "Yes,
you pathetic bitch," he snarls at Ang, his cock twitching at her
coquettish masochism. He goes down to one knee and settling the timber across
his shoulders like a yoke, providing a seat for either of them, one on each
side.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks at Adam,
watching him closely, particularly when she notices Angelia's reaction.
Angelia Caponelli: She casts her gaze down
and smiles just faintly before she moves to take up a seat on one side, her
legs crossing demurely, hands reaching back to brace herself so that her back
arches a bit, pressing her breasts out and up. Not that he can see so well from
down there but still.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: Well, they're moving,
at least. She fixes Adam with a look, holding it a moment, and then sits down
on the other side of the beam, if only to provide counterbalance so they can
start across the river.
Singha: He
waits for them both to be settled. "Tell me a story, Reyna." He says,
struggling to rise to his feet under both of their weights.
Singha: ((one
WP to the STR))
Singha: 8,10,4,
Singha: He
manages to lift them both, His step almost light as he walks down the bank into
the river.
Singha: ((Both
roll dex+ath to stay balanced and not fall into the river))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods, thinking of
what story for a moment. "All right. You remember what I told you of how
the world came to be?"
Angelia Caponelli: Ang doesn't seem in the
least bit concerned with his struggle or discomfort, ~Have you ever been
whipped Sister...~ She muses through the link. One hand strays over to trail
her fingers through Adam's hair. "I miss you being blond." She tells
him aloud.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 7,6,2,4,10,
Angelia Caponelli: 8,5,4,8,4,4,
Singha: You
both manage to not fall into the 'water', and avoid having it splash on you as
he steps into the river. His eyes are bright, filled with an almost fanatic
glee as the water washes over him, coming up to his thighs, and then his groin.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ~Not in any sense, no, not really.~ Throwing her a look.
Angelia Caponelli: She keeps stroking his
hair lightly, fondly, ~He's a master.... driving you until you're not even in
your body really any more. Like the lash is cutting right into your soul...~
Singha: A
woman's dismembered arm catches on him in the current, twirling around. The
hand takes hold of his hip, and other body parts start to collect, one by one:
A foot, a thigh, a breast.
Singha: Until,
by the time he's midstream, the body parts have begun to assemble, and Ang
recognizes Griet clinging to Adam's hips in the current, waiting for the last
few bits of her horribly tortured body to arrive: the second breast, a charred
foot, a broken arm.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Anyway, Adam,
this story takes place some time after that...after Worm was caught in Spider's
web, and Coyote had created us, the Nuwisha. While the others fought their
wars, claiming this piece of land or that, the Nuwisha did what they were
created to do...we sought out the truth in things."
Singha: 10,8,7,2,1,
Singha: 4,10,6,4,10,4,9,
Angelia Caponelli: She swollows, that jars
her out of her lust stoked masochism. "Go away." She orders the Griet
corpse.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She gives a look of
concern over the assembling body, but continues her story. "The Nuwisha
were blessed and cursed with Coyote's curiosity, and in that time, when the
world was still new, we had many things to sate our curiosity on. Mountains to
see, caves to explore, seas to travel. It was all new and exciting to us...for
a time."
Singha: THey
can both feel his body shudder as the corpse clings to him, tho whether it's
lust or revulsion--or both--is anyone's guess. His eyes are focused straight
ahead, on the other bank, not looking down into the water, despite the way
Griet's good hand dips into the blood and grips his rampant cock.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang growls and holds on
tight with her hands. She curls one leg around the bar and dips down to kick at
Griet to get her off.
Singha: "Trevor,"
Griet coos, pulling down at him, as if trying to convince him to go under with
him, followed by some wheedling, seductive Afrikaans.
Singha: ((Roll
dex+ath Ang))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Evenutally, though,
the Land became tiresome to us. Things were no longer new, though our curiosity
was never sated. We began to journey to other lands, and found to our dismay
that the people in those other lands didn't like strangers. Coyote saw this
too, so he taught us a special gift. He taught us to hide ourselves in other
skins, that we could appear as kin to these new peoples, and not strange
foreigners." She looks at the body with growing anxiety, but still she
continues. There's a reason he wanted her to do this besides just to pass the
time, she's sure of it.
Angelia Caponelli: 3,3,8,5,8,9,
Singha: 10,7,4,3,3,
Singha: Ang
kicks at the corpse, which merely slips around in the current to Reyna's side.
Singha: 9,9,4,
Singha: Meanwhile,
Adam manages to keep the timber balanced enough that it doesn't tip both women
into the water, tho he has to stop moving to do so.
Angelia Caponelli: She stares down at the
body in the water. "LET HIM GO."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She raises her voice,
trying to speak over Griet's pleas, and drown them out. "So we traveled to
many lands, studied many people, and would return to our land from time to time
to share stories of these new places. We learned how to move among the others.
And we learned the many names of Coyote, for the Great Trickster Himself took
many names in many different lands."
Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: that's a command spirit
Angelia Caponelli: 1,8,10,2,8,
Singha: More
bodies are starting to assemble around them...another white woman...a black
man...
Singha: Griet
let's Adam go, and he surges forward quickly, almost bolting to the other side,
tho his eyes are still bright with that strange madness.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "He was known as
Loki the trickster, or Raven the shapechanger. Oghma. Xochipilli. Chung Kuel.
Ptah. And so on. All wear different shapes, but they are all the same. They are
all him."
Singha: 8,5,3,
Angelia Caponelli: She glares at the wraiths
and holds on tight again as Adam starts moving.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She grits her teeth and
holds on tight to the beam as he jets across the water.
Singha: He
stumbles on the last bit, and Griet dives toward him wrapping her arms around
his waist, murmuring to him in Afrikaans. He tips forward so that Ang and Reyna
can jump to the shore.
Singha: 6,9,2,2,7,
Singha: 5,9,10,3,8,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She leaps for the
shore, and is instantly turning around, attempting to grab Adam and pull him
out.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang jumps forwards but
keeps hold of the timber, using it to start pulling him in imidiately.
Singha: Griet
shrieks as he tries to leave her, her hands turning into claws, her face a
skull with sharp, pointed teeth. The others in the water all claw at him too,
and he's unable to climb the bank against their resistance.
Singha: ((Roll
STR guys))
Angelia Caponelli: 6,2,5,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 8,6,3,
Singha: With
Reyna's and Ang's help they pull him out, the corpses' clawing having left
wounds and scratches along his flanks. He staggers forward and falls on his
knees, panting heavily. Again, it's not clear whether it's from arousal or
exertion.
Angelia Caponelli: She hisses at the things
in the water and wraps her arms around Adam, "Love..?"
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "And this is how
the Nuwisha learned of the lands beyond their own," she finishes,
breathing hard at the exertion of pulling him out of the river.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She moves over to
Adam's side, opposite Angelia, and puts a calm, steadying hand on his arm.
Singha: "Thank
you," he nods, moving up to his feet. He shudders again, closing his eyes.
"What was the truth of what you saw in other lands?"
Singha: THey're
much closer to that flaming valley, the sparks that were silver in the distance
looking red and ominous at this distance. The air is harsh and hard to breathe,
hot and dry and acrid. Plumes of smoke vent from the landscape around them.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She grins a little
bit. "That's a good question, hon. My father--my physical father, I
mean--told me the story, not the truths. When I find the answer, though, I'll
let you know."
Singha: Up
ahead is a the lip of the bowl shaped valley, rising like the sheer walls of an
enormous crater. A dark, ominous path winds through the escarpment.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang keeps her head down
and an arm around Adam, letting him lean on her if need be.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Shall we get to
movin', boys and girls?" She moves back and grabs one end of the beam,
moving to take up the load.
Singha: He
draws in a deep breath, and looks at Ang, then Reyna. "If either of you
needs to leave, call to Lady White Snake to take you home."
Singha: He lets
Reyna take the back end of the timber, and moves to the front, leading them
toward that ominous path.
Angelia Caponelli: "I'm not leaving
with out you Love."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "C'mon, Adam.
You think I'm missing out on this story? I have to see how it ends."
Underscoring the jesting nature of the comment is a finality that makes it
clear that she feels the same as Angelia.
Singha: HE nods
and soon they're between the dark obsidian walls of the canyon.
Singha: ((roll
per+alert, then dex+dodge))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She keeps alert,
keeping the beam hefted as she moves along.
Angelia Caponelli: She looks around slowly
and then ahead, trudging on.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 3,7,10,4,7,
Angelia Caponelli: 5,6,1,5,4,8,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 1,6,9,3,3,
Angelia Caponelli: 4,3,4,2,
Singha: 2,3,2,3,6,4,4,
Singha: 6,8,3,3,8,3,5,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Die roller doesn't
like dodges either, tonight.))
Singha: 4,1,3,8,2,7,5,
Singha: Reyna
sees it first, a dark, serpentlike think snaking out of the darkness.
Singha: ((Thing.
doh)) Ang sees another one slithering out of the opposit wall a moment later.
But while Reyna dodges the striking creature, Ang doesn't manage it.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang is a little
destracted by helping Adam along, she opens her mouth to shout a warning but by
then it's too late.
Singha: Adam
seems, surprisingly, oblivious to the things and another one coils and leaps at
him.
Singha: ((Ang,
take 3 Agg, and you are now collared and chained, in the Thrall of the Wyrm.
You can spend WP to avoid the thrall for a turn.))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: As she twists out of
the way, she looks in both of their direction, speaking both mentally and verbally,
both too late. ~"Look out!"~
Singha: The one
striking Adam moves through him, as if striking through a ghost, or a hologram.
Angelia Caponelli: (is spending - down to 3)
Ang gets a look of utter esctacy cross her features for a breif moment and then
horror... sheer.. gut wrenching horror.
Singha: ((Ang,
your rage pool is now at full, and your diff to frenzy is 3. You only need 2
sux to frenzy))
Angelia Caponelli: (eeks)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She doesn't have time
to be surprised at the thing passing through Adam, catching the emotions
Angelia feels through the link. She swears under her breath and attempts to
shift into Manabozho form, to better fight the things off and free her Sister.
Singha: The
canyon seems lined with these things, snapping out from the canyon walls. Reyna
can see them ahead, coiling to get into position. Adam looks back at Ang.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Are we in
initiative?))
Angelia Caponelli: "Go!" She yells
at Adam and Reyna. "GO!" She shakes as she feels up along the collar
trying to examine it as calmly as possible.
Singha: ((No,
you can go first this round since the chains aren't all that fast.))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Okie. Rolling to
Shift and spending a WP while I'm at it.))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 7,10,2,
Singha: She
shifts up easily.
Singha:
((okay...I'm hypoglycemic and if I don't eat, my brain shuts down. So...I'm
gonna be a little slow while I chomp this sandwich.))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((WHOO!!))
Angelia Caponelli: (All good I'm fixing
myself something too)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((No prob.))
Angelia Caponelli: ((Hot and Sour soup for me
though... mmmm.))
Singha: ((When
we last left our intrepid heroes, they were in a narrow canyon with dark
obsidian walls, and chained collars were snaking out of the sides of the canyon
walls. Reyna had just evaded one, one captured Ang around the neck and one had
gone through Adam. Ang spent a WP to avoid frenzy, Adam turned to look at Ang,
and Reyna is shifting to Manabohzo (sp?).))
Angelia Caponelli: (Ang was yelling at them
to go too)
Singha: (Since
you don't naturally have Rage, Reyna, I'm going to say that despite being in the
Umbra, in this realm it still takes you one round to shift. For some reason the
instantaneous shifting is reserved for those with Rage))
Singha: While
Reyna shifts, Adam turns to the rock where Ang is chained and starts hammering
it with the end of the timber, trying to shatter it at the point where the chain
is affixed to the rock.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((I
know. S'all good.))
Singha: As Reyna
shifts, she's still being attacked by the chain that tried for her. It rises up
like a Cobra and snaps toward her again.
Singha:
9,10,8,2,6,4,3,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Roll bad, chain.
ROLL BAD!!))
Singha: ((Roll
Dodge, Reyna))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Damn.))
Angelia Caponelli: (Eeks!)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 3,5,5,2,9,
Singha: ((That
was the chain. Now rolling for Adam's blow to the rock, first int+occ to choose
the right spot, then dex+ath to hoist this heavy timber and slam it down))
Angelia Caponelli: Ang closes her eyes and
takes a deep breath. She lets her hands fall and stops fighting the chains,
instead she turns inwards, thking of Rose, and LWS and the All. She starts
singing Boar's song softly.
Singha: The
chain clomps around Reyna's neck.
Singha:
7,5,2,8,4,2,
Singha:
10,7,6,1,4,2,
Singha:
4,9,8,7,
Singha: Adam
thinks he knows the right spot, and slams the timber down somewhat awkwardly.
The stone starts to crack. ((Ang your diff to sing is 7 right now, it will be 8
next round, and 9 the next, increasing by 1 for each round you have the collar
on.))
Angelia Caponelli: (cha + preform then)
Angelia Caponelli: 6,3,7,2,9,9,2,
Singha: ((Reyna,
you are suddenly at that place you've been seeing in Adam's eyes, that swirling,
chaotic maelstrom of Rage, feeling the very Heart of the Thrall surging through
you. You may spend WP to avoid falling to frenzy. (and just a note, if neither
of you had LWS with you, you would be unable to spend that WP and would have
just fallen to frenzy. You can both sense she's doing her best to help you))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 6,4,9,2,7,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Oh, SPEND. Done.))
Singha: The
chain on Adam sweeps through him again. And we are now in a new round. I'm just
gonna say Init is Reyna Adam Ang chain since that's how we've been going. Unless
anyone objects?))
Angelia Caponelli: (works for me)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Works for me))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She actually snarls as
she feels that unbelievably primal, chaotic force surge through her, but forces
it down with effort. She gets a nasty, scary version of her lopsided grin on her
coyote face, wraps her now-large and furry arm around the chain, and pulls with
all her might, trying to rip the chain out from it's anchor.
Singha: As the
song Ang starts to sing begins to echo along the walls, Adam slams the timber
into the wall again, doing his best to shatter the moorings of Ang's chain.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang continues singing
loudly, more passionately. Trying to stave off the effects of the chain with
Boar's love and wisdom rather then giving in to the urge to struggle and feed
its anger.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 7,5,8,6,2,
Angelia Caponelli: 3,1,6,7,9,7,5,
Singha: As Reyna
struggles to free herself and gives a mighty yank on the chain, Reyna's hands
are sliced open, the pain driving her closer to frenzy. (You need to spnd WP and
roll WP diff 8 now to avoid the Thrall, Reyna))
Singha:
10,4,6,8,4,6,
Singha: 7,2,2,9,5,
Singha -> Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Also, you take 3 points lethal from slicing yourself open
on the chains, tho you can soak at diff 8))
Singha: Adam
slams the timber into the wall, widening the crack, but the feelings of rage
overwhelm Ang, and her song falters. The chain on Adam attacks him again.
Singha:
9,7,2,6,8,5,5,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 2,8,4,8,7,
Singha: The
chain on Adam again passes through him, but wraps around the timber, restricting
his ability to raise it and lower it. ((New round))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno -> Singha: ((That was WP, this is soak))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 3,6,2,9,4,4,
Singha -> Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((okies, so she takes 2 Lethal))
Angelia Caponelli: Ang growls loudly and
surges forwards, trying to break the chain from the wall now that it's been
cracked at its mourings.
Singha: Adam
does his best to slam the corner of the timber into the wall, despite the
restricted arc.
Angelia Caponelli: (oops I jumped ahead there
sorry)
Singha:
5,1,8,7,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She howls at the pain,
and decides for a desperate change of tactics. She tries to shift down and slip
her neck out at the same time, hoping to be just a bit faster then the collar.
Singha: He only
manages to hit through his strength of will, and the blow doesn't carry the full
force.
Singha:
2,4,
Singha: The
chain tightens up on the timber, making it even harder to hit with.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 4,2,8,7,2,5,
Singha:
3,5,10,9,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 10,4,4,3,6,
Singha:
5,8,8,4,2,3,2,
Singha:
5,8,3,8,
Singha: Reyna
actually manages to slip out of the collar, but the abrasive nature of the metal
is such that she takes 2 Lethal (soakable) from the thing tightening on her as
she struggles.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 5,4,2,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She gives a strangled
gasp as the thing messes her up further, but still, she's smiling. She's free,
thank the Great Father. For now.
Singha: ((Adn it
looks like Ang booted))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((I noticed. :())
Angelia Caponelli: (BACK)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "I shoulda brought my
gun," she growls, not really meaning it, and getting ready to dodge the chain
again.
Angelia Caponelli: 4,4,4,10,
Singha: Ang feels the chain break free of the rock, and the urge to
frenzy leaves her so long as the mooring of the chain swings free. But the
moment it hits the ground, it tries to reattach itself, and Ang knows if she
doesn't move fast, it will burrow into the rock at her feet.
Singha: ((SG
having browser troubles. Might be slow))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((No prob.))
Singha: (new
round)
Angelia Caponelli : (Tries netscape)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks down the
canyon at the army of snaking chains and frowns, then grabs the beam with Adam,
trying to help him pull it free from the chain. They're lost without it, after
all.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang reaches down to scoop
up the end of the chain and tries to wrap it around her wrist so that she's
holding the end in her hand and she's keeping it up off the ground.
Singha: ((roll
Dex+Ath, diff 8 Ang, this thing is buzzing around like a thrashing iguana and is
pretty hard to catch))
Angelia Caponelli: 3,9,4,8,6,7,
Singha: As Reyna
bends into help Adam, he surges forward and kisses her passionately.
Singha: Ang
catches the end of the chain, and realizes trying to wrap it around her wrist
would be like trying to wrap a living snake around her, it will just slither
away on it's own agenda.
Angelia Caponelli: She just holds tight to
the end of it to keep it up off the ground then. (And to be clear... for the
moment no frenziness?)
Singha:
5,4,5,2,4,3,2,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: Well, THAT was
unexpected, and it shows in her expression. She twists back after a moment's
hesitation, looking at him. "Focus, hon. We need that beam. Plenty of time for
that later."
Singha: ((So
long as the chain isn't moored to the rock, yes, she's not wanting to Frenzy.
She also finds that so long as there's something around her neck the other
chains ignore her, unlike the chain that's snapping toward Reyna.))
Singha: "Kiss me
like you mean it! Now!" He says desperately.
Angelia Caponelli: (Perfect...)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks at him
questioningly, but she trusts him. So she grabs his head, moving in and kissing
him, summoning all the passion she can muster in her post-near-Frenzy state.
Angelia Caponelli: They're all busy. Ang
drags her squirming chain back towards the kissing pair and shoves the end of
the chain towards the rose embued iron wood hoping her theory here is correct.
Singha: the
chain on the timber tightens further, starting to crush Adam between the timber
and the rock wall.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 8,2,8,4,8,
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((roll GN))
Angelia Caponelli: 1,8,2,5,
Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: (can I throw in will?)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 9,6,8,4,7,10,2,5,5,
Singha: Reyna
moves to help Adam, and the chain striking at her misses while he kisses her.
She pulls back and Ang moves into to put the end of the chain into the wood, but
it doesn't work. Meanwhile, Reyna's chain moves back to strike again as she
follows Adam's instructions to kiss her.
Singha: ((No,
but you can roll GN again since we're doing two, two, two rounds in one! *G*))
Angelia Caponelli: 5,7,6,5,
Angelia Caponelli: (there we go)
Singha:
4,4,2,9,6,1,5,
Singha: As Reyna throws her all into the kiss, she feels the LWS
brand on her chest flare to life in a brilliant flood of pure, unadulterated
love. Ang feels that move through the link, feels it surging through her and
through the chain, crackling with a searing, boundless, electric joy, and feels
the chain mooring burrow itself into the wood, completing a circuit with Adam.
Singha: The
timber starts to glow white, rose brambles growing out of it. Adam cries out as
if in unbearable pain, tho whether it's from being crushed against the rock, his
forearms being entangled in the thorny brambles, or from the intensity of the
love flooding the link, it's unclear. Both Ang's chain and the chain that's
wrapped around the timber starts to glow, the abrasive black surface of the
chains cracking off.
Angelia Caponelli: She exhales with a slow
shudder and reaches past the timber for Adam, her eyes wide as she watches.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She's completely lost
in the feeling, and holds Adam to her, in an attempt to stabilize him.
Singha: The
iridescent blue scar on Adam's chest erupts in light, casting soft prisms of
color on Ang, Reyna, and the chain wrapped timber.
Singha:
5,6,8,7,4,5,5,
Singha: He
closes his eyes and manages to rasp out hoarsely: "By various arts of love and
hate,
Till the wide desert planted o'er
With labyrinths of wayward love,
Where roam the lion, wolf, and boar."
Angelia Caponelli: Ang keeps her eyes opened
wide to watch, despite the urge to close them and be swept away in the torrent
of overwhelming emotions.
Singha:
10,1,3,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She listens to the
words, breathless in the face of the torrent of feeling, watching wide-eyed.
Singha: He
struggles to push the timber back, to force the now gleaming white chain out of
the rock, but both Ang and Reyna can feel that deep within him, his perception
of Love is still twisted. Tho he allows Lady White Snake and the Rose to move
through him, he doesn't allow them to touch him.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She bites her lip,
looking a little sad as she watches him.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang has tears on her
cheeks, though she doesn't seem aware of them entirely, "Love..." She breaths,
reaching up to grab hold of the timber near where her own chain has anchored
into it and help pull back.
Singha: ((Roll
Rage, Ang))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She reaches out,
putting her hand on his shoulder. Comforting, and loving.
Singha: ((and
everybody roll per+occ))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 1,2,5,2,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Ah, crap.))
Angelia Caponelli: 4,3,6,1,4,4,
Angelia Caponelli: (oh that was my percp)
Angelia Caponelli: 2,9,2,
Angelia Caponelli: (that's rage)
Singha: Adam
starts weeping, recognizing his failure here, knowing it's such a fundamental
part of himself that he will never conquer it. He continues to struggle to push
the bramble encrusted timber away from himself, to pop the chain out of the
rock, but he's not operating from any position of strength.
Singha:
2,5,10,6,9,7,6,
Singha: Ang
moves the timber out an inch or two, not enough to allow Adam any sort of escape
or to fully pull the chain free from the rock.
Singha: The two
girls are so caught up in helping Adam, that they don't see what's come up
behind them. Adam, on the other hand, notices, opening his eyes and looking past
his tears, head moving slowly up and up and up, a look of resigned dread on his
face.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She gets up, her eyes
quivering a little as she nears tears herself, and goes to try and help Angelia
free him.
Angelia Caponelli: "Just let them in Adam...
you hurt yourself more this way..." She keeps pulling, trying to keep the beam
back at least enough to prevent him from being crushed further.
Singha: Adam
stops struggling, just staring up at something that's perhaps the size of a 30
story building.
Singha: ((Reyna, roll GN, Ang roll RG))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 3,6,6,6,7,
Angelia Caponelli: 3,8,6,
Singha: Between
the two of them, Ang and Reyna feel the chain pop free from the wall. As it
does, the wall itself dissolves behind Adam, and all the snapping chains along
the canyon fade away, and they find themselves on a ledge above a black plain
riddled with flowing lava.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks up, and
around the ledge and immediate surroundings, her face wary.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang reaches over right
away to grab and steady Adam.
Singha: As they
look around, they find standing behind them an enormous man with skin of black,
haloed in reddish gold flame. (sending link of pic via ICQ)
Singha: ((He's
not reclining like in the pic but standing over them, about 30 stories tall))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: Well, THERE'S
something you don't see everyday. She looks up at him, moving protectively in
front of Adam and Angelia. It's an instinctive action, with no conscious thought
behind it.
Singha: In one
hand, he holds a hammer, in the other, a set of tongs. "Who has come to me?" he
inquires, his voice reminiscent of the steady clang of a smithy.
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: www.wodnyc.net/arch2005/los.art
Singha: "I'm
Nameless," Adam admits. "Tho I took the name 'Adem vande Smit.' The Breath of
the Smith."
Angelia Caponelli: She looks up, up, her hand
remaining on Adam. She swallows and looks to Adam to see if he can answer.
Singha: "You
take much that is not given to you," Los observes.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She winces at the
sound of his voice...then smithy sounds are jarring, after all. She forces
herself to hold her ground, looking up at him. "I am Reyna Laughing-One."
Singha: Adam's
jaw pulses. He doesn't look chastened. More defiant. Los turns his gaze on
Angelia and she can feel him looking through her.
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: She knows of her failing by the River, all her failings
against Roosthorn and the Shadows inside her.
Singha: Los'
gaze moves on to Reyna as she speaks. He studies her. "You have not yet chosen
which face of your Father you wish to follow?"
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((Not she. Doh. she knows ~HE~ knows.))
Angelia Caponelli: Ang turns her gaze
downward as the Smith examines her. "I am Shadowcaster." She says softly,
respectully.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She shakes her head.
"I have not, yet. I am still finding my way to the proper face for me."
Singha: He looks
Ang and Adam over again, then remarks "You have been here before."
Singha: Adam
nods. "You knew me then as the One Who Watches."
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: As Los regards her again, Ang acutely feels her failure here,
where Trevor's will alone kept both her and LWS from spiraling into the Thrall.
Angelia Caponelli: And
winces faintly, her shoulders slumping, her head bowing down further. "I have
only brushed by this place Lord Los."
Singha: "You
have broken the Gorget I forged," he remarks to Ang.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She's quiet from her
spot in front of the other two, her head raised to look at the giant man, her
face pensive, contemplative.
Angelia Caponelli: She swollows and forces
herself to look up, her eyes teary, "I didn't... mean to."
Singha: "You
did," he says, without malice, tho his voice is harsh regardless, breath hot as
a furnace and reeking of sulfur.
Singha: "She
did," Adam agrees, still regarding Los defiantly. "It was time for such things
to be broken."
Singha: "Who are
you, to decide such things?" Los asks, tho it's clear he's asking both Adam and
Ang, and in an oblique way, Reyna.
Angelia Caponelli: Almost takes a step back
from him, though the chain would keep her from going far. Looking emensly
relieved when Adam speaks she quiets up and wipes at her eyes with a shaky hand.
Angelia Caponelli: "We are the ones who had
to make those choices." She breaths.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks down at the
question, shutting her eyes for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Trying to
push her doubts aside...no time for them.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "The ones who have to
live with those choices." The words are quiet, barely audible.
Singha: "I am
Nameless," Adam answers, unbowed, unrepentant. "But when I made such a decision,
I was the One Who Watches, loyal kinfolk and lieutenant to the General Zi Teng
of the illustrious Court of the Ocean's Dream, architect of the Shattering of
the Diamond Chains."
Singha:
Los regards them all, and then asks "And why have
you come to me this time?"
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She takes a step back,
closer to Adam and Angelia, both for support and to give it.
Angelia Caponelli: "We've come to reforge the
sword."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "We come as three
parts of a whole, seeking to have a sword reforged."
Singha: He
considers this. "And who shall wield it? There are none who can claim to be a
champion of Albion."
Angelia Caponelli: "Zi Teng's spirit... his
ability... is fused with Adam's. He could weild it."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods her
agreement.
Singha: Los
regards Adam, who remains silent. "An angry King in a stolen skin," Los remarks.
"This is who you wish to set upon the Diamond Throne?"
Angelia Caponelli: "The other is weak and has
no desire to lead."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She opens her mouth to
say something, but shuts it, instead just nodding and choosing a shorter answer.
"We wish him to." Neither agreeing to or refuting the commentary on Adam.
Singha: Los
regards them all, then turns toward the plain below and dips his hand into the
glowing, white hot molten crucible in the center. He pulls his hand up, covered
with the silvery molten rock, haloed with red-gold flame.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang pulls herself together
more now that his attention is else where. She pulls up her shoulders, lifts her
chin and watches closely.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks back at the
two finally, offering them a brief, faint smile, before turning back and
watching Los.
Singha: He waves
his hand over them, and the silver chain unwraps itself from the timber, taking
with it the brambles ensnared between the links. It flies up into his hand, and
he molds the bramble encrusted chain together with molten rock in his hands,
speaking to them as he works. "The sword cannot be borne unless he wears the
yoke of service around his neck. For a King to rule a land, he must become it's
slave."
Singha: Adam's
jaw pulses at that, and he swallows hard, wilting slightly under Los' gaze.
Angelia Caponelli: (Ang's
chain still on the lumber or that one gone too?)
Singha: ((Ang's
chain is still there.))
Angelia Caponelli: Ang looks up at Adam, her
hand still resting on his arm she gives it a slightly, reasuring squeeze.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks from Los to
Adam, pursing her lips.
Singha: Los
smiles knowingly at Adam, dangling the reforged Gorget in front of him at the
end of a golden chain.
Singha: "I..."
Adam's voice falters, his limbs trembling tho it's not clear whether it's in
anger or fear. "...will not submit."
Singha: ((Either
of you guys have a reaction to this?))
Angelia Caponelli: Ang draws in a breath and
stares up at him wide eyed... "Adam... it's okay.." She murmurs.
Angelia Caponelli: (Is lagging my browser’s
still acting up a bit sorry)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She turns and looks at
Adam, tilting her head inquisitively. "Why not, Adam?" Not said in an accusing
way...just honestly curious.
Singha: ((for
clarification, so people know what's where, Adam is on the side of the ledge
closest to the drop off onto the plain. He's on the far side of the timber,
Reyna and Ang are on the side of the timber closest to Los, who reached over
them all to dip his fingers in the crucible below.))
Angelia Caponelli: (*nods* gotcha. That
clears up the mental imagine some)
Singha: Adam
shakes his head, regarding Los. "I know, this...pride. Or Will,
or...defiance...is a flaw of mine. But it is a human flaw. And whatever I may be
now, I was born human. And humans are the architects, the determiners. We are
creators, like you. Destroyers, like you. Preservers. Like you. Your breath
moves us. And I do not willingly give up that birthright to any one. Even you."
Angelia Caponelli: She smiles a little and
closes her mouth, turning her gaze up to Los to see if he accepts this.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She shrugs a
little...that's a fair answer. And an honest one. She follows Angelia's gaze up
to Los, standing in solidarity with them.
Singha: Los
shakes his head. "It is such pride among the humans which has caused so much to
be unmade. So much misery and anguish, so much destruction."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "It's also pride that
has caused some of the greatest creations."
Angelia Caponelli: "And their creativity and
ingenuity that's allowed them to create anew... so much hope and happiness and
love.."
Singha: "Is the
flaw in the blade to be blamed on the blade? Or on the smith who made it?" Adam
retorts.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Pride, like all
things human, is a double-edged sword. It can propel to great heights and
incredible depths. What Pride has destroyed, Pride can help rebuild."
Singha: "But you
are not as I forged you," Los points out to Adam. "You have stolen another's
birthright. You have reforged yourself in the likeness of those who were meant
to champion Albion."
Singha: Los nods
to Ang and to Reyna, and it's clear he's considering their arguments, continuing
to dangle the Gorget between Ang and Reyna, directly over the timber in front of
Adam.
Angelia Caponelli: "He is as you made him.
You have him ambition, drive, the ability to adapt himself and change himself.
You made him... he's only done what is in his nature to do."
Singha: "Zi Teng
abdicated before I could even put him on the throne." Adam says, a hint of
bitterness in his tone. " And his mirror, the Boar, fled the Throne before the
blood, the life I shed to put him there was dry upon his feet. There was no
champion to take up the fight against Urizen's dark machinations. Against Vala's
raging minions. Against the madness of Luvah's dark Shade. So, yes. I took the
power that those who served Angu had stolen. And I wielded it against them."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "He did what he had
to. He understands pride. He understands anger. He understands the darkest
recesses of the soul. Probably more then he should. And yet, he fights against
these things." She smiles a little. "Who better to wield the sword?"
Singha: "The
power of the Gorget was abused, and corrupted. I will not bring it back to the
world with me. The time of Kings is past. We have not come here to forge a sword
of Kings and Conquest. We have come to forge a sword of--" He looks to Ang and
Reyna for help with this.
Angelia Caponelli: "That will defend the
throne's subjects. That will bring Harmony and Balance back where there has not
been any this age."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks to Adam,
nodding. "A sword of Balance and Honor. Of Protectors and Peace."
Singha: He nods
to Ang and Reyna, then looks up at Los, head held proudly. "A sword of Yang
Wood, to shatter the misery created by the Metal Monkey. And the metal Rooster.
To return the Fire of Orc, your son, to the world."
Singha: As Adam
offers the timber up, Los looks surprised. And intrigued. "You wish me to forge
a sword of wood?"
Angelia Caponelli: She
smiles a bit at the spirit's surprise.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She smiles at Adam's
words, and follows his gaze to Los, her stance growing more confidant, bolstered
by Adam's certainty.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "A-yep." She can't
hide a tiny grin at the idea.
Singha: Los dips
the Gorget lower, and it opens up and clamps around the timber. He lifts it up,
the timber coming with it, the silver chain on the end tied to Ang spooling out
from where it's moored to the timber, so as not to yank her off her feet.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang reaches over quickly
to snag the end of the chain, not worried so much about it now sending her into
frenzy... or anything for that matter. But best to be safe and keep it off the
ground here.
Singha: Since
Adam's hands were sort of bound to the timber via the brambles, he's yanked off
his feet and dangles helplessly from the timber as Los lifts it up and examines
it.
Singha: ((Ang's
chain didn't break free, it just grows longer))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She takes an
instinctive step forward as Adam's yanked into the air, but she stops herself
with effort, a look of instinctive worry for his welfare coloring her features.
Angelia Caponelli: (Ahhh I see nixes that)
Angelia Caponelli: Ang blinks and braces for
a tug that never comes. She watches Adam with a very faint grimice but trusting
that if Los was going to smite them he would have done it by now she doesn't see
/too/ worried.
Singha: Ignoring
Adam, Los regards Ang and Reyna. "Why do you believe something made of wood will
withstand the fires of my furnace?"
Angelia Caponelli: "It is strong wood...
blessed by rose already. And it is what is needed."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods. "It's
ironwood...very strong. And it's perfect for what we need. It will work."
Singha:
Intrigued, Los moves to dip the timber into the crucible, with Adam still
attached.
Angelia Caponelli: Pulls her hand up over her
mouth to stifle what still comes out as a loud cry.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She gasps, and takes a
couple steps forward, reaching out, her resolve melting away, giving into
momentary panic. "Adam!"
Singha: Adam,
for his part struggles mightily to get free of the Rose brambles before he gets
dipped in that white hot molten rock.
Singha:
10,4,10,2,7,7,2,
Singha:
7,9,4,5,2,7,8,2,10,
Singha:
Unfortunately for Adam, he's unable to free himself.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She stumbled steps
become a run, heedless of the danger to herself. She's chasing the beam, trying
to leap for his legs and help him free himself.
Singha: "A
bokken! A bokken!" He screams at Los, giving the Smith orders even as he resigns
himself to being unmade.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang screams through the
link with Reyna and rushes a few steps closer, staring horrified.
Singha: Reyna
finds Adam's too high for her to reach with her leap, already swinging out over
the smoky lava fields.
Angelia Caponelli: "ADAM!"
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "STOP!!!" She
screams at the top of her lungs, racing to try and save him.
Singha: Reyna
quickly reaches the edge of the ledge, teetering a hundred feet or so over the
deadly ground below.
Singha: Los
pauses, glancing back over his shoulder at Reyna. "You both believe he's worthy,
don't you?"
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She stops at the edge,
looking down at Adam hanging down below, tears streaming freely down her face.
The heat is surely unbearable, but she can't tear her eyes away from him.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Yes, but..." She
looks down at Adam, then up at Los. "Does he have to...go down there? Will he
come back?" Hoping against her better judgment that the answer is yes.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang
sways slowly, as if she might just fall any moment now. She reaches over to coil
her fingers around the streached silver chain as she watches.
Singha: "If he
is worthy, he will remain unscathed. If not, his imperfections will twist him as
they burn away."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods a little at
Los, and looks over the edge, down at him. That calms her some, as despite his
flaws, she has no doubt he is worthy.
Singha: Adam
stares back at Ang and Reyna the way a condemned but unrepentant rebel stares
back from the gallows as the hangman draws the noose around his neck. "I love
you both," he says, voice a bit hoarser than usual from the sulfur fumes.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She reaches out and
takes Angelia's hand to steady her, looking at Adam with a haunted gaze. "I love
you too."
Singha: He
smiles at Reyna, looking up where the brambles hold him fast and then shrugging
ruefully. "Shoulda brought a gun..."
Angelia Caponelli: Ang drops down to her
knees, tears blurring her gaze. She leans her head against Reyna's hip as she
watches, "I love you..." She chokes out.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang reaches a shaky hand
into her jacket and draws out a pistol holding it up to Reyna.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She manages to laugh a
tiny bit at that, her tormented look softening a little. "Yeah, I guess I
shoulda."
Singha: He meets
Ang's gaze and nods, expression going soft, sincere. "I know."
Singha: He
starts laughing as Ang produces the weapon, shaking his head, tears leaking a
bit out of the corners of his eyes. Los continues moving him over the crucible,
and dips him, the timber, and the Gorget into the white hot liquid.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks at the gun
being offered her, and takes it. She doesn't do anything with it, though,
knowing that she'd probably just shoot Adam at this range, and even if he
didn't, there's no way he could get back up at this point. Besides, she has
faith in him.
Singha: ((Ang
and Reyna, both roll GN))
Angelia Caponelli: 4,6,3,10,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: Her hand comes up to
cover her mouth, a choked sob coming out as he watches him get immersed in the
magma.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno:
7,5,9,9,3,
Singha: ((Both
of you roll 9 dice))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 10,9,9,5,9,4,8,2,7,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((And I say HELL YEAH,
BAY-BEE!!!!!!!))
Angelia Caponelli: 6,4,6,8,5,3,9,1,4,
Angelia Caponelli: (Rey I hope you did well
enough for both of us)
Singha:
7,1,9,9,6,2,6,3,1,7,
Singha ->
Singha:
3,
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((What do you want the most for Adam to come out of this
with?))
Singha:
6,1,7,9,10,6,5,
Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: hmms...
Singha ->
Singha:
1,
Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: The abilities to cope with some of the horrors of his
world and the wrongs done with him in a way that doesn't harm him more...
forgiveness, acceptance and when needed to be able to move on.
Singha:
10,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Come on, Adam...let
her in." Said quietly, under her breath, her hand on Angelia's shoulder as she
stares into the lava.
Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: Since Ang thinks that’s the real road block to him not
being able to really let love in and such.
Angelia Caponelli: Just leans her head
against Reyna, watching through her tears.
Singha: Ang
feels the tension on the chain snap as it's melted away, and it whings toward
her spooling up to snap tight up against the collar around her neck. She finds
there's no chain left at all, only a small disk hanging off the loop to the
chain, about the size of a silver dollar.
Singha: When Los
brings the timber up again, it's not a timber with a gorget around it, it's a
perfectly formed bokken of ironwood inlaid with silver, with a guard that's made
of beautiful rosewood. Adam is not attached.
Angelia Caponelli: She cries out softly, her
hand pulling up to the collor feeling around for the chain until she finds the
tag. Her fingers curl around it tightly.
Angelia Caponelli: "No...." She keens, low
and pained.
Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((As soon as she touches it, she knows it's the disk from the
back of the watch that he inserted under his skin.))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks at the
bokken for a long moment, her face turning ashen at what's not coming up with
it. Slowly, she turns her head upward, looking at Los with a numbly questioning
look.
Singha: Los
takes the bokken 'blade' in his fingertips and holds the pommel toward Reyna.
"You shall be his paxman. You may carry the blade, but as your Father does not
wish you to carry a heart filled with Rage, you may not wield it."
Angelia Caponelli: Ang's still staring
intently at the crucible, willing him to climb out any second now.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She reaches out with a
slow, trembling hand, and takes the grip of the bokken. Still staring up into
the giant Smith's face, pale and questioning.
Singha: "The
Nameless one has been unmade. What was human once is human again."
Angelia Caponelli: "Where is he?"
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: The word 'unmade'
causes her legs to tremble, and she drops to a knee, still holding the bokken.
She nods silently at Angelia's question.
Singha: "Humans
cannot long exist in my furnaces. I sent him back to the Soul of the Blue
Knight, who has a claim to him."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks at Los, not
quite comprehending, and then over to Angelia.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She
looks at Los, not quite comprehending, and then over to Angelia.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang shudders and manages
to pale a few shades more then she already has which is an impressive feat
considering how ghostly and grief ridden she already was. She looks up at Reyna
and wipes at her own eyes. "Dedicate the Bokken."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: Maybe it's the
numbness.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: It takes her several
moments, but she finds her voice finally, though it's quiet and shaky. "I...I
can't. I don't know how to..."
Angelia Caponelli: She takes a deep breath
and finally lets go of that watch peice. Which survived at least that must mean
something.
Singha: ((Ang
would know the sword is a fetish and therefore needs to be attuned, not
dedicated))
Angelia Caponelli: (doh that's what I meants)
Angelia Caponelli: "You don't know how to
attune a fetish?"
Angelia Caponelli: (you don't need to spend
GN to attune right? Just make the gnosis roll?)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((That she knows.
Y'all said Dedicate. :P))
Singha: ((You
have to make an extended GN roll and collect as many sux as the level of the
fetish))
Angelia Caponelli: (nods. Just checking cause
Ang is gonna try and attune the collar but is alllllll outta the gnosis)
Singha:
((So...you guys gonna roll, or what?))
Angelia Caponelli: (Was waiting to hear
Reyna's response)
: ((That's not fair, Ang. You asked her if she could dedicate it, not
attune it. You could at least delete your post and correct it))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno:
((Was checking something with Singha.)) She sighs, and takes the bokken,
concentrating on it.
Angelia Caponelli: (I was just going with it
like she'd said the wrong thing and not even noticed. Can nix it if you prefer)
Angelia Caponelli: (Eyes Lurkie)
Angelia Caponelli: She nods a bit to Rey and
reaches up to touch the collar again, closing her eyes lightly and drawing in a
shaky breath.
Angelia Caponelli: 1,4,9,10,
Angelia Caponelli: (not sure how many I'm
gonna need here)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 6,4,5,6,7,
Singha: ((keep
rolling until you get the required sux or you botch. Ang your diff is 9, you
need 5 sux, Reyna your diff is 8, you need 4 sux))
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 5,7,2,6,8,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 8,2,8,3,7,
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 6,6,10,4,4,
Angelia Caponelli: 4,2,2,7,
Angelia Caponelli: 7,7,8,7,
Angelia Caponelli: 8,6,3,6,
Angelia Caponelli: 9,3,2,10,
Angelia Caponelli:
9,3,4,7,
Angelia Caponelli: 7,8,4,6,
Angelia Caponelli: 3,3,10,8,
Angelia Caponelli: (that's 5)
Singha: As they
finish attuning the items, Los taps them with his hammer and they find
themselves back in the Rave room, on either side of an unconscious Adam, whose
chest is still bleeding from where he cut the brand out.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She gasps with relief
when she sees Adam, and drops to the floor next to him. She looks over at
Angelia.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang crawls over and looks
over Adam, starting into tears again. She leans over to kiss him lightly before
looking up at Reyna. "Bandages?"
Singha: Ang has
a dainty silver collar around her neck that appears to be crafted of a rose
bramble entwined through the links of a chain. A stainless steel disk depends
from the loop on the collar.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods quickly. "On
it. Any in here, or am I going down to the van?" She hops to her feet, already
moving to her clothes, in case she has to go to the garage.
Angelia Caponelli: She starts feeling his
pulse and breath, "There should be some around here some where... I'm not sure
where?" (Oh real silver? that costing me a dice from my gnosis pool?)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: On hearing that, she
pivots in mid-stride and starts heading toward the bar, their best bet. She
checks there first, behind the bar, and then branches out.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Add an "if
necessary" to the end of that post.))
Singha: ((Yes,
silver. It doesn't cost you from your pool.))
Singha: There's
a first aid kit behind the bar. Adam smells pretty much drunk, the way he did
before the trek. He's passed out but breathing, tho his body is going into shock
from all the abuse it's had this week.
Angelia Caponelli: (gotcha) Ang gets up and
walks around, getting a bottle of water and a cloth from the bar and Adam's
discarded clothing. She returns to him and starts cleaning the wound from his
chest gently.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She's heads back to
Adam and Angelia, the first aid kit in one hand and the bokken in the other. She
sets the first aid kit down, gently places the bokken on the floor, and opens
the kit, fishing proper-sized bandages out.
Singha: Ang and
Reyna both find themselves covered with a fine black grit, and Ang realizes it's
far more important to do a cleansing of a different kind.
Angelia Caponelli: Ang pulls over the medical
kit and looks up at Reyna, "Do you know how to do the cleansing rite?"
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Hon, I'm know about
as much about rites as I do astrophysics. That they exist. 'cept I didn't learn
about rites from Star Trek." A faint, half-hearted smile to the other woman.
Angelia Caponelli: She tiredly smiles and
nods. "I'm going to bandage him and then ask you to sit up with hime while I
meditate and replenish myself."
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Of course." She looks
at him, then her. "Is he going to be okay?"
Singha: ((And
I'm done for now, hunny's here and it's dinner time.))
Angelia Caponelli: (nods Ang is going to
mediate for a few hours to fill up on gnosis. And I have kids to get snacks to
and to bed.)
Angelia Caponelli: She looks over Adam and
nods a little. "He will be. Yes." She murmers finishing up the bandaging. She
touches his face lightly before she goes off to sit in a quiet corner and
just... zone out.
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Cool. I have to go
get soda from 7-11. And get dressed. Not necessarily in that order. Reyna stays
with Adam as long as necessary.))
Angelia Caponelli: (I'm going to try and get
my icq working again too. Thank you both for the scene! I'll see you both
later!)
Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Thanx to both...ya
both ROCK. See ya!))
Singha: ((Thank
you guys, have a good one.))