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Vet throws another disc thing, it spins in the air and catches the light. There's a hawk or something tries to catch it but changes its mind when it sees that it's not food. "A new job that makes you change your name? That's weird." He shrugs like i…
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Deg, my dear, to whom do you lie? Green is dead, isn't she? I ate her all up. I love you.
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Isis, you see those flat black eyes blink once, languidly. I guess the snake has eyelids. They say, "Since our vision is clouded, we must look closer. You shall remain with us for a time until we can scry in fullness. Then we shall see your true pur…
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"Green," he says, lazily gazing down the river. "I missed you, girl." He puts his hand on yours, fingers meshing. "What's Deg mean? Is it a name you earned, took, or was given?" It's sweet, his curiosity. Do you know why he goes by Vet? He ever tel…
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Wisher, those flat black eyes turn to you, assessing like a snake. "The memory is a fluid thing. It can move and change. Perhaps this is a thing that has yet to happen." The eyes flick back to you, Isis. "Or perhaps this is a thing from long ago."
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"We are rarely mistaken, child. Perhaps we have yet to meet. What is your purpose here, your intentions?" That last question is... sharper, somehow. How do you open your brain, Isis? Wisher, you are momentarily ignored by the speaker, but not the…
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Isis, the dudes in the robes stop right by you. The doughy person looks at you with those flat back eyes, assessing. It's totally different from Tin Roof's straightforward male gaze. They ask, in a surprisingly childish voice, "How do we know you?" …
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Deg, whydon'tcha follow Vet and head over here.
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Deg, Vet brushes a strand of hair away from your beautiful green eyes. His face is kind. "How about we forget the Caravan and go watch the river instead?" The ski mask chap stands up and starts to move along, and you can see he's got a lean body un…
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Lawn gets it, Wisher. No moss growing on that one. She tugs at Twine to go, who's grabbing every last oddment into their cup. She whistles a short, complex batch of notes and Tin Roof glances at her, then Isis, then back, and nods. He backs away fro…
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Wisher, it works. It doesn't always, but it works this time. You see the people in the crowd turn to you, you see hands lower, the fistfuls of paper betting slips settling down. "The boy's right!" you hear someone shout. Hackles are lowered and br…
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Deg, Vet looks at you, and takes both your hands almost tenderly. He looks at his scuffed boots, then back up to meet your eyes, a soft smile under his beard. "I was kind of hoping we'd drink it together, maybe watch the river go by?" Man's a romant…
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"Yes mam, as you wish," he says, You see his eyes on your blade sharp and sweet, reflected colors in swirls. He's got his hands kind of half raised, and he looks like he wants to go home, but he's still and rigid, you've got his number and could tak…
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If that's not a Go Aggro, Isis, I don't know what is. Let see those dice.
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Isis, jeez, you're stronger than you look. This guy has muscle and fat and an attitude. and a sweet pair of shades. He looks a bit like this, plus the colored jacket: He tenses as if to break you off, then he gets a look at you. "Ain't none of your…
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I'd put my feet up and light one, but I'm in zerogee on a spaceship. Not such a good idea. I'll hook my hands behind my head, and contentedly watch the ship leave. Birds are still hot, though. You never know.
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Isis, the woman has quite a following. "Sing us another!" goes up the cry as her tune ends. She presents the assembled crowd with a radiant yet humble smile, seeming to blush at the attention. Another fellow in a worn but clean yellow smock passes …
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Isis, the buildings here are laid out in a confusing manner- there's streets and alleys and buildings built on top of buildings- you see walkways above you that are nearly as popular as the walkways below. You have to dodge the occasional thrown bot…
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Wisher, that little party is tempting, isn't? A couple of them see you watching and gesture for you to join them, hands waving in the flashing, colored, impossible light. They have glass bottles of dark, sweet-smelling liquid- probably a lot better …
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Wisher, you've got a threshold, right? Let's hear about it and roll that move for start-of-session.
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It's easy, Deg. All you have to do is string this man along and he'll follow you. He loves Green still, you know. Does he love Deg? Will he? Can he? He feels good, but maybe it's a little distant for you? You can't have Louise fall off in the middl…
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[OOC: Point defense. Roll+Mettle.] (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 4. Total: 12)
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[jek] Damn it! I keep forgetting this ship's a flying brochure. I'll have to have words with Robynne about upgrades. Er, Mxr. Archebelloch. "I've got a firing solution now, Captain. Stand by." It's elegant, really. But I have to keep the backup sh…
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Deg, you see his brain turn off as he's ready to get laid. Men, they're all the same, amirite? Wave some pussy at 'em and they'll follow you around. Regardless, you climb up into Horse, Vet on your heels. What's the inside of horse look like, Deg? …
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[OOC: Assessment, roll+Mettle.] (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 2. Total: 8)
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"I know I can, Captain. I'm running firing solutions right now for the best option." Why's he gotta meddle? He must want people to think he's all hands-on and caring. Whoa, shit- how much munition does the Blessings have? This is supposed to be a d…
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Wisher, who was the last person who gave you joy? Isis, who was the first Wolf you killed?
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Deg, Vet is holding you, or he's trying to. It's so achingly familiar, the particular set of his arms around you, the weird little smell of his sweat, the way you two line up... but it's somehow wrong. You're tense, right? Vet's not a total asshole,…