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Dog highlights me. I have Brainer Weird moves that take the place of Go Aggro and Read a Person.
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August and Dog both. August learned about what I can do, but Dog learned about who I am. Dog knows me better. I'm okay with my highlights, though I think it would be interesting to see Vignette be Cool.
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"You are correct, Jax. You are Pike's Boys. My gang. The Arrows are allies, not replacements. They will be welcome here and safe here as long as I am Mistress of Pike, but they are not my gang." I saw the sign from Dog. I have been in the pile enou…
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Dog's words cut into me. Of course, the Arrows would not kill innocent people. Of course, Millions was wrong. I am ashamed that I doubted. I want to run back to the Arrows, back to the pile...but it is too late for that. I shove my grief away angril…
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I listen to everything Jax has to say. When he talks about Dog killing a kid, I look at her. My eyes ask questions I do not want to ask out loud. "You discovered my secret, Jax" I say, holding my arms out wide. "I am not Millions. I am not the Admi…
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I cannot read their signs, but Cujo is agitated. I do not look in her eyes, afraid of what I might see there. I do not reach out to her mind--I have sworn to myself not to do that. I am doubly blind. That is probably why I turn on Jax when he start…
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I lead Dog and Cujo inside. As we walk, I say, “Just so there is no confusion, while Millions is in my hold I cannot allow him to come to harm.” “…however justified,” I add quietly. I allow Jax to choose whether to come with us or stay outside. i t…
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“Just you–and Cujo. Looks like we are all better off if she has your calming influence,” I say with a small smile. OOC: Spending the hold. What do you intend to do, Dog? "Jax!" I yell, inclining my head toward him while keeping my eyes on Dog. "Whe…
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“Millions, if he lives, will walk out of here in a day or two. What happens to him once he leaves Pike is none of my concern.”
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I'll hold my question and wait for Dog's reply.
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Casual brain receptivity: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 2, 5. Total: 9)
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If there is one thing I learned from the Admiral, it is to pretend I did not hear a request. I could not hand over Millions if I wanted to. Jax is able to hear my voice, but he is behind me and cannot see my eyes, so for want of hand signals, I use …
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I do not like the imbalance of Dog coming out alone while I have Jax with me, but I still have to build trust with the security forces of Pike, such as they are. Part of that is my not looking too tight with the Arrows. I like even less that August …
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I turn to the group of Millie's Boys with me, shouting to be heard over the roar of the h-bikes, "You were Millie's Boys last night. No longer. Today, you serve Pike, and you serve at my discretion. The Arrows' fight is with Millions, not with Pike,…
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I pull on my coat, covering a blouse entirely inappropriate for sweat-drenched conditions. I have not slept well, but there are advantages to having milk-white skin and khol-lined eyes. I do not think I ever look like I have slept well. "We will go…
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I ask Jax to find me two of Millions' most loyal staff--preferably not so loyal as to slit my throat on their own initiative--to watch over Millions with me. I cannot prevent his departure, if Millions walks the path of the dead, but I will not let …
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"That is good," I say when Jax accepts my offer. "Your very first task is to get this," I say, gesturing at Schooner's unconscious form, "out of here--alive, as you said, so we do not owe Harbormaster, but gone for good. But first, I will leave him …
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I will not think Millions overpays his staff or denies himself. There should be extra for one man’s loyalty. “I will pay you a barter a week. Same living quarters and food. I cannot make promises about girls.” I do not object to sex for jingle, b…
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"Jax, I am not trying to keep Millions alive because we are best friends. I know it will go easier if he hands it over, and if he survives, he will hand it over and walk to a dry hilltop with August. For now, though, you and I are on the wet path." …
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"That is fine, Jax." I say, looking down at Schooner, stroking his arm idly with my hand wearing the glove. "I understand that I have not yet earned your devotion. I do not expect such things unearned. Perhaps later," I say still looking down, almos…
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What are you really feeling, Jax?
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Casual brain receptivity: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 4. Total: 12)
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“This makes me very pleased, Jax. Maybe you will help me sort the people who will follow Million’s last command and accept my rule, from those who will not?” “In the meantime, let me show you something.” I bend down by the unconscious Schooner, wit…
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"Jax..." I say aloud, as if committing the name to memory. I raise my voice so the rest can hear. "You did well. I do not need automatons that thoughtlessly carry out my commands. I need people--like you, Jax--who consider consequences and are bol…
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I scowl, outwardly, while inside I shudder at the thought of owing Harbormaster “trade”. “Tell me your name,” I say to the man in a tone the allows no argument.
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Millions will die without help. Why should I care? I was going to have to kill him anyway. He is already dead. These others just do not know this. Still, I would have him live a bit longer, postpone his death so he can help secure my place here. It…
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I nod to August. “I will be fine here.” As Suquamish runs, I wait for her to look back--they mostly do, though they know they should not. If she does, I will reach out for her mind.
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I am going to give the crowd something they will remember--and something Schooner likely will not. The strands of my mind sink deep into Schooner's. Wicked barbs of my wrath sprout along the length of each strand. I sense a flicker of realization fr…
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Direct-brain whisper projection: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 5, 5. Total: 12) Marking XP (5)
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Flood. This is not good. You know that thing I do where I gently send tendrils of my mind into another's, subtly wrapping strands of my will around theirs? This is not that. My body goes rigid, my arms straight down, palms out, with my fingers spl…