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Isis, as soon as you start speaking, you hear a muffled sound from the other side of the door, maybe that someone was startled by your outburst. Moments later, you hear voices, and footsteps approaching the door. You feel a flicker of wasps buzzi…
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Tash tugs on the tops of your earlobes, for luck. She looks serious. "Truly, sounds like a plan. We'll catch up again, my man." She turns to head back to her cart, to Hustler, who's talking with some Ula about purple papers and what looks like a glo…
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Wisher, if you can figure out a way she can help you without risking the wrath of the Ula, and some way shit won't fall on her when it rolls downhill, she's down to do a solid for a childhood friend. There's no way she'll risk her neck, or her broth…
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Vet's tattoo looks like this: He reaches back to touch your hand, hungry for your touch, to close the gulf. "Okay," he says. It won't be okay forever. "Maybe we should go back to town, hear some music maybe get high?" He's reaching. "Do you like…
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Tash frowns, conflicted. She likes your likeable self and wants to help you, but when she looks at Hustler and her cart of wares, you see the reluctance to bite the hand that feeds her and her little family. Sounds like a manipulate, Wisher? But do…
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Wisher, Tasha did always like talking, and puns, and jokes and stories, and you know she wanted to read after wondering what all the fuss was about those books. No, the rhyming is new, a little weird, but not the weirdest thing you've seen out in th…
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Oh, Deg. Deg, Deg, Deg. You've got him wrapped tight round your finger. Who is pulling the strings now? Vet pauses, and half turns. You just can see the edge of his face. "What'd'you want to do?" He wants the happiness, Deg. But you have such wea…
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"They say they are merciful, so they must be merciful. So merciful." Barker's singsong falters a little as he hugs his knees. He whispers, "I pray for mercy. Pray. Pray. Are you merciful?" He looks at you, eyes big, whites all around. Isis, you c…
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I absolutely use the trigger, I can't risk Tameron knowing I know what I know. He's cold and vicious, but not better than me — I think — and in deep with the Remnants. I last crossed paths with him in a campaign on █████████ Alpha, one of the other …
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Tash gives a patented fake aw-shucks grin-and-shrug. "A lady don't kiss and tell! but I'm no lady... and Hustler is swell." Her dimples turn a twinkle into something a bit more lewd. She looks for the moon, but can you believe that you can't barely …
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"Oh, everyone needs prophecy. How else do you know what the future holds?" He closes his eyes and mutters something to the bowl, then opens his eyes and starts slurping blissfully. "Oru? Isn't that far far? I heard Death walks its streets." He paus…
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Oh yeah, Deg. Homeboy gets the clue. Loud and clear. Even though you're not looking at him, you hear his smile die and the play of his posture collapse like a betrodden flower. You hear the tension grow in him. You hear a whisper of cloth as he pul…
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Tasha giggles at your reaction, and it's like you two are kids again. She smells good, like clover, when you hug. You notice she has a whole bunch of little Ula tags on a braided bit of multicolored wired around her neck, they practically go from co…
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Vet shakes his head, a sneaky grin peeping through the whiskers. You notice he's capped the honey and set down the bread and he looks like he's gonna getcha. Maybe for tickles, maybe for nookie, maybe for just ... one ... kiss. The rumble of the wa…
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Barker rocks on his heels, and squeaks with excitement. "Rhododendron said they met you? What an honor. What an honor. They do some prophecy. Why don't you stay and learn your future?" He seems guiltily delighted that you're not eating. "You want s…
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[Roll+Interface.] (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 1, 1. Total: 3)
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Yes, I need to see those vlogs. I'll send a message to medical for a small requisition of painkillers. That's not right, beating a prisoner certainly would never be tolerated when I'm in command. If Rieva's looking at me, she's likely to see a cloud…
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"Oh, I will." Her voice is full of promise, and hope maybe. She nods along to the compound, "Don't be stupid, now. Mind your manners and don't steal anything." Her hand is back on her machete, reminding you of your place. So... what's your plan her…
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Isis, the kid starts a little when you approach, You're bigger than him, stronger too. He knows it, fears what the strong can do to the weak. "I'm Barker," he says, licking the rainbow crumbs or frosting or whatever he can off the bowl. His eyes ar…
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I heard it said once that you can tell the character of a society by how they treat their mad, the elderly, the poor, and their prisoners. Or something like that, but catchier. I think kids were part of the equation, too. Either way, I'm generally n…
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Her hand drops off the machete and onto her hip. The twinkle turns sharper, a little more hungry, say. "I like 'em bold. Here," she says, reaching into a denim bag with bright copper rivets, "Put this on." She hands you a rough little necklace thin…
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You flatterer, Wisher. She shifts her weight to the other hip and gives you a different sort of once-over. "You're a bold boy, aintcha?" Oh, she's got a bit of a twinkle in her eye but her hand is still on the machete. She looks like this, but he…
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She cocks an eyebrow and puts a hand on her machete, snorting through her nose. "Lost is right, cutie. This burg is for Ula and guests only. Fuck off before I cut off your nose and ruin those good looks... Unless you've business here?" She totally d…
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"Are you mad at me or something? It's so hard to tell what you're thinking with that bandanna. You could be smiling or sticking our your tongue like a brat." He pokes you in your side, fooling a little. Are you ticklish? He was a good kisser, Deg.
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Shadows in Sparks are fleeting and small, but they are there. These people, maybe responding to their own primal fears, keep a lot of lights lit! Such luxe. Some windows have candles in various colored wax, probably decorative or devotional. Most of…
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All righty-roo, Wisher. Let's see you Act Under Fire to follow the Ula without attracting their attention. Drop dem bones.
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Wisher, sure, easy, you can follow the three Ula. But given how regular folk are shying away in their wake, how blatant are you going to be here? Stomping along with your viola, singing like the magpie? Scurrying along from corner to corner like the…
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Isis, go here.
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"So you don't like it." He''s leaning back on his arms now, looking up, out the window, not at you.