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Splendor and power... I have heard enough about the forest from the Arrows to make me unfavorably disposed to this man already, just based on his describing it this way. I reach out to this man with my mind, the fingers of my consciousness stirrin…
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I need to accept the Admiral's invitation. I want to know more about his plans. I do not want to meet this Rain person, this "whacknut from the forest", in the Yacht Club, or anywhere in Safeco, where I am a guest. I will meet him here before I go. …
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Act Under Fire to figure out the best chance to snag her ear and get it to Ephram. (Rolled: 2d6+0. Rolls: 2, 4. Total: 6) Marking XP(3)
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Wealth roll: (Rolled: 2d6+0. Rolls: 4, 6. Total: 10)
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Gates, you are the one I go to for advice. You are so peaceful and kind and supportive. Some might misinterpret that as weakness, but I have seen your mind. I remember when I was afraid of you, your intensity. You have some tough times ahead, Gates,…
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Gates knows me a tiny bit better. New highlights would be good. SeaTac highlights me. Spending standard upkeep--I live frugally, like my people (though I'm unsure of how my personal upkeep and that of Pike relate, and I am paying Jax a premium a…
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"I am." I take a deep breath, drawing in the lingering smell of her leather jacket and the maybe-remembered, maybe-real smell of her skin. It mingles with the night air, the music, the swirl of thoughts that surround us. "I am wonderful. Shy made me…
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Jax and I float toward Cujo. It is very loud up here. More than just the music outside my head, the swirls and surges of thought of so many people known to me make a music of their own. Cujo is so very pretty. And who knows? She might like me bes…
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“No. You go back to Harbormaster and explain to him how you failed to get me to take Home. I am going back to the party.” I get up to make my way back upstairs.
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I was feeling clever, cornering her against her own need and envy like that. When she pulls Home back in as a condition, I am dismayed. Still, the extent and suddenness of my rage takes me by surprise, as does the sudden punch-to-the-gut feeling I h…
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Manipulate: (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 3, 5. Total: 9) Marking XP(2)
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Having her in my head is unpleasant. I hate her because she reminds me of what I was. I hate her because she reminds me of a part of me that I have locked away and try to forget about, though it lives on. I will check the locks on that door for the …
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I sway a little. I think there is a light breeze in here. It is a good thing I remembered to strap myself to my chair…except…I am never the one strapped in, right? And…this…this is not an interrogation. I do not do that anymore. Not on people strapp…
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"I could use a break from those two anyway," I say. "The forest should be relaxing after what we have been through the last couple days. Thank you for setting it up." I touch his shoulder lightly as I walk past, headed for the stairs. It is a gest…
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Manipulate Jax to get him to back my play with Suquamish/Harbormaster regarding Home: (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 4, 2. Total: 7) Marking XP (5)
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I look at Jax for a moment. He is not an "accept at face value" sort of guy. I carefully select a truth. "Being underestimated is always useful. If Harbormaster believes I am so unwise as to take Home and put myself under his influence..." I shrug. …
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“This is for your ears only, understand? Anyone you think needs to know, you tell me about it, and I will decide what to tell them.” I wait for him to indicate his assent before continuing. “I replaced the stuff with something that will fool Suqu…
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"I do not really believe Hope is not one of them anymore. She is on a different path, like you, like me." I sigh, looking out at Hope and Dog chatting on the roof. It is humbling to think that I am, in some way, still part of this, to think that Cuj…
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"Thank you, Joey. I am honored by your opinion of me. I love Hope...I do not know why. I did immediately. She seemed so precious, so fragile...like something that should be protected. But I was not lying to Ace when I said that Hope is made of stron…
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I hold up my hands. "Do not shoot me...but you and Hope are more alike than you know. She reacted very much the same way when I offered her help, though...not so much shooting talk." I shake my head and get up to leave. "I will not presume to cou…
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I am recovering my dignity along with my seat--the latter far easier than the former--when I feel Cujo's hands helping me up. I am looking at her almost-smile, and I almost miss Joey's translation of Ace. I am taken aback. Cujo could not have claime…
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I feel the chill I was intending to exude melt a little at softness in Cujo's eyes. I am momentarily stalled, forgetting that I did not come over here to talk to Cujo. Joey's voice breaks the silence, offering to translate. "That would be nice, Jo…
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As Gates takes his leave, I look out over the crowd. It is nice having the Arrows here, though I am still on their periphery. I missed them. My gaze sweeps across the room. Ah, Bon. I should talk to her about Home--wait...maybe not just now. Bon …
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“I am sure you can handle things,” I say to QuePasa. “And we would not spill blood in one of your places of worship. The offer was more one of delivering him to you…or to simply make him ‘go away’.” As I say this last I look up, raise my hands, and …
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I listen to what Gates has to say, and I am glad I asked. "That helps. It does not mean I know what to do, but it helps to have a better way to think about it. I do not know, honestly, if knowing the Admiral's guilt or innocence would affect my b…
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"I do not know if he is innocent. I have thought for years that he killed…someone I cared about. Long ago, I wanted to believe that he had not, but I have not seriously considered that possibility for years. It was a childish hope. Now, I am not sur…
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“A rock?! Is everyone okay? I have not seen anyone like that, but I will keep an eye out for him.” “As for the Admiral… He and I have history. I was there to negotiate a deal. I sort of ended up slapping him and accusing him of something terrible.…
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"I just got back from Safeco. Had some things to work out with the Admiral, which went really well from a Safeco-Pike perspective." I say, my voice brightening a bit. Then with a rueful smile, I add, "Less well from a Vignette-Admiral perspective." …
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Cujo looks away and...I do not understand...she just looks away. I did not expect her to make a speech--I know she does not talk in front of others, and of course, I cannot read the Arrows' sign. And I guess I did not expect her to come over to me. …
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August kisses me lightly–this time not surprising me–then nudges me toward Cujo. I turn to fade from the dance floor–I cannot dance, not without August pulling my strings. August stops me, blocks my path and gives me a stern look. Coward flits acros…