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My smile goes cold as I say, “Your babysitting me was not part of our deal.”
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I smile and reach over to take Harbormaster’s hand. “I appreciate your concern…and what you did for me at the harbor. After that, I knew I could trust you. Now trust me. I will be careful. Suquamish is accustomed to its use. She can help me later.” …
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I take the vial carefully between two slim fingers. Holding it up to the light, I watch the sparkle of viscous blue liquid, letting my eyes unfocus, trying to appear mesmerized. “We have a deal,” I say without taking my eyes off the vial. I give m…
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Manipulate: (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 5, 1. Total: 7) Marking XP (5). Advancing.
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"I would not become too disappointed in Boeing," More like I do not want to see what comes of this disappointment. Again, wearing this mask of the conspirator that I am presenting to Harbormaster, I say, "You gave him an impossible task. Gates canno…
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I wave my hand in polite demurral. “That is very gracious of you, but I meet with the Admiral soon…and you have observed, I think, how well I hold my liquor,” I say with what I hope seems like a genuine, slightly embarrassed smile. Let him believe I…
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Holding 3.
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‘Casual brain receptivity’ on Harbormaster: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 6. Total: 11)
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I return Harbormaster’s smile and say nothing while Spider makes his way down my back, across my hip and thigh, finally coming to rest gripping my calf. I think my maintaining eye contact and smiling while not moving and not speaking would be unsett…
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Flood… So, that’s why she’s so concerned about Harbormaster. It’s Harbormaster’s “Home”. When I touched her mind, the sensation was like sticking your thumb through a rotten tomato, trying to pick it. I feel a chill as I consider the fact that Suqua…
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Have we established visual manifestations for Home? Suquamish doesn’t act like Hope, but there might be other things going on with Hope or she may be deeper in. Essentially, I’m looking for how Vignette knows S is in the thrall of Home. Can she see …
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Home as in a place to belong or HM’s “Home”?
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Second hold: how can I win her loyalty? I would prefer that she understands that I value her and am willing to consider her advice–but must assert my place and not tolerate disrespect or risk appearing weak. Not everyone on the crew can handle that …
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Let's start with 'what are you really feeling?'
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Casual brain receptivity: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 2. Total: 10)
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I wonder how much Suquamish knows about Henry's Tavern. Did she choose this because of the tunnel? It would have been a good way to get Harbormaster in and out unseen. The tavern shares a basement with a shop next door that I used to think of as The…
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I'm hoping that Suquamish manages to arrange for a private convo with HM prior to our arrival at Safeco.
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I look on as WotCee clings to Gates. It is time for me to leave. No one wants to cry in front of the witch, much less be comforted by her. As I stand, I reach out to touch the boy’s head, but then pull back, thinking better of it. I catch Gates’ eye…
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"Yes, I messed up," I say, eyes downcast. I want to add rationalizations like, but your dad should not have been messing with people who would hire someone like me or He should never have crossed the Admiral, or He should not have fought me. But I d…
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I frown, not in anger but puzzlement. “Why?–No. No, your mother had nothing to do with it. I have confessed my guilt to her, so she knows my part in his death, but no, your mother is not to blame." I almost ask how he could even think that, but then…
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Our vehicle is rumbling in the background, Jax is waiting, but my read on him is that he is a patient, ultra-competent person. Having done his job--prepared for the trip--he is content to let me do mine. Right now, this is part of my job. I consider…
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Show remorse? I am full of remorse. I have offered my life to Kites every week since…the accident. I just…I do not know what he thinks happened. He blames me, but I do not know…sometimes it is better for children to not know their fathers too well. …
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"Gates is a friend," I say to Wash. "He is welcome 'to say hello' any time he likes--or to say more if there is more to say." With a glance toward WotCee, I add, "And he may bring anyone he wishes, who may say much or little or nothing at all." I …
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I stop, let them approach the rest of the way. i keep Spider out of sight. I try and look confident but not haughty or scary–show more Vignette and less Witch of Pike, though my look is my look. I guess I come with a certain amount of scary baked-in…
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Let’s start with what does the boy intend to do. Is he here to kill me?
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Casual brain receptivity: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 6. Total: 11)
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I nod to Jax. “Good. Go ahead and get Suquamish moving. I need a second with these two before we leave,” I say, inclining my head toward Gates and Wotcee. I walk to meet Gates and the boy who wants to kill me. My mind flows out ahead of me and enter…
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I give Jax a small wave, instantly regretting the girlish gesture. That was not very spooky and imperious... I leave my balcony, put on my boots and shrug into my coat. I run a quick pocket inventory--injectors, music box, the as-yet-untried psy g…
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I cover my irritation, or at least don't openly express my irritation as SueB's lecturing me on the constraints on my actions--constraints that have been my constant companions for many sleepless nights. I look at her a moment and say in a level ton…
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"Thank you, Jax," I say as he leaves. I regard SueB for a moment, wondering how much to say. "How reasonable?" I ask. "Look, I see the contradiction--call it hypocrisy if you prefer--of making a living off the raiders while hating what they do. Bu…