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Helping August by distracting Schooner: (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 1, 3. Total: 7)
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I see August's muscles tense and her fingers find their final grip on her knives. I want to give Schooner something else to focus on. I take a step forward, toss my white gold hair back, and say to Schooner in a haughty tone, "Threaten August aga…
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I move quickly to be beside Millions, if it it possible, as he goes out to address his folks. I do not want to be seen as a subordinate. Spider comes skittering across the floor and runs up the inside of the back of my coat, settling in the curve of…
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I meet August’s eyes and give her a small nod of approval. I try to keep my expression hard. I am not built for this, though. Millions seems so vulnerable. What I am doing to him… There is no other way. He is not innocent. Think of what he did to Ch…
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I continue speak to Millions in a soft, faintly melodic voice. "She is so lovely. I envy your new life. There is so much to do... You two should get away someplace special. There is a spot I know between here and Safeco that I think would be perfect…
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"Shhh... I am not here to hurt you. I offer you not just your life, but a new life, with the freedom to follow your heart," I say in a soft, calming voice. "For so long, you have been fascinated with your mistress, August," I say, stroking his cheek…
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In-brain puppet strings: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 6. Total: 12)
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Spider sits beyond Millions' reach, near his leg. I collect my syringe and move to stand beside August, at Millions' head. When August indicates that she is in position, I reach out place my hand on the side of Millions' face. It is not necessary th…
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"Okay," I say, suddenly brisk and businesslike. "I can probably have him send the guards away, Then what?" I look at August closely. "You brought me here to kill him? This is what you believe I do?" My tone is simply questioning, not offended.
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I feel sick. I did not need to do that. I could have shut it out like I do for Cujo. Maybe I deserve this name they call me, "witch". How could I have known so much pain, so much punishment of self was beneath that pretty, pretty mask. Then, as I …
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Okay, August, you insist I am a witch, I will be a witch. See how easy it is for me to violate your mind, if you push me to it? For what do you crave forgiveness, and of whom? I want to know what you are capable of. What are your secret pains? I w…
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“Right,” I whisper. “I do not want you to slit his throat. I want you to think you are willing to.” I give her a hard look. “No matter whether you are or are not.” I am acting harder than I am. I have killed, infrequently, sometimes accidentally. …
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I roll my eyes and give August an exasperated look. "I. AM. NOT. A. WITCH." I mouth, silently. Then, I shrug, nod my head a fraction as if acknowledging there is some validity there. I point to my head, point to his, and make an exaggerated wiggl…
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I wish I had asked to learn the Arrows hand talking. I know August carries knives. I can also see that...well, she does not carry anything currently. I try to mime "knife", shrug and look around.
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While August works on injecting Millions, I advance on my "soft feet"--that is, I do not move, but I send Spider ahead of me, crawling up onto the mattress, not touching him, but a short scuttle from...an extremity many men do not want Spider near.
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Oh, August. I feel her concern for Hachiko, for the safety of all the Arrows. I hear what she asks. A permanent end to Millions' ability to hurt the Arrows. She is loud with this in my head. It is that way with people who know about my gift and welc…
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August, what do you wish I would do? Marking XP (3)
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Casual brain receptivity: (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 5, 2. Total: 9)
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I freeze, afraid to alert the guards outside, afraid to wake Millions. What the frak am I doing here, never mind how I got here. August seems unsurprised by my arrival, though. On instinct, I reach out for her mind.
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what should I be on the lookout for?
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Read a Sitch: (Rolled: 2d6+0. Rolls: 5, 3. Total: 8)
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It is not the sensation that is disorienting. I felt just a short, uncomfortable feeling similar to falling, and then I'm walking into this whole other room. I grew up in Safeco. This room is not in Safeco. I take in the room, August with this ma…
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Today has been very much. Much walking, much drinking, much crying. I hold my mother's voice in my hand, deep in my coat pocket. All I really want to do is find someplace quiet and listen to it again, and then maybe go back to the comfortable unspea…
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I watch Gates as he speaks. I half-expected a stern lecture on not getting drawn into the evils of Harbormaster and the Admiral. I was most worried that he would think my accepting the machine with my mother's voice was childish and wrong. Instead, …
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I walk with Gates, trying to take words that want to all rush out at once and make them line up neatly. "One thing about what I do," I start slowly, "is that most of the people who hire me are not good people." I gasp, rushing to add, "I--I do not m…
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Harbormaster leaves, but I still feel his hold on me. What does he have to tell me? What does he want? And what do I tell the Admiral? I did not have business elsewhere that kept me from going with the Harbormaster. I am just putting off being near …
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Harbormaster says too many things each time he speaks. He wants things from me. Many things. And I do not think I care to part with all of them. I nod. "I will find you tonight."
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It looks like Harbormaster and Valentine are headed to Yacht Club. That makes my life-as-spy easier. It gives me also an opportunity to report back to the Admiral. If the Admiral sees me together with Harbormaster, he will be content that I am doing…
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Helping Gates: (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 4, 4. Total: 9)
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I see Gates trying to get the people moving, and it pulls me out of my thunder-fear, gives me something else to focus on. I run around, helping to get people on the wagons and carts, or helping them lift their things onto carts so they can move fast…