Niko
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Head tilts to the right. Hot Topic. Here. Too easy to be luck. She must have a reason. I whisper to Eddie, <<Eyes on the door. Need the coat.>>. To Hotty, eyes narrow, Greeny says she stroked. Brain went a little fizzle. What could I…
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The movie playing is American Mary. Enough blood, pain, gore, and rape to entertain the more jaded Maulers, and one of my favorites. I've always had a taste for gruesome tales, but ever since I took a walk outside, I've had a particular taste for ho…
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No worries. Fuck knows I have no room to talk.
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I'm still here, honest! Getting in as much as I can. dialysis is a pain in the ass, but new relationships (especially as long as we've been flirting, over a decade) are bueno.
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Wow. I have no idea what happened. Not really all that concerned. Jet's out, which is a bummer, but neither does it feel forced for him to just quit. Tod, sucks to see you go, but the main thing is everybody's shook hands and the air is clear. I'd l…
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(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 2, 5. Total: 10)
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I slide up next to him, wrap my arms around him, and push into his brain. Tendrils working their way into his eyes (all three), worming their crooked way to his Self, and wrapping around. In-Brain Puppet Strings: <<Follow Every Order I Give Yo…
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My smile is more predatory than reassuring. A crooked, twisted thing more suited to the Grinch than any human face, and while I make eye contact with Crocs, I'm looking at something behind his eyes. I put the hypo against his skin, the needle shoots…
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(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 5, 6. Total: 14)
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"This isn't a narcotic. It isn't a drug. It luxe tek that'll keep you safe" My head tilts to the side, I raise the syringe, and Direct In-Brain Whispers <<Let it happen! > > +1 xp Advance
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<<Mari, take off the cuffs>> I'm sitting next to him, cross legged and nude, syringe in my hand, <<This is medicine that will help with some clarity. It'll help keep your head clear and engaged with the truth when the Breeze comes&…
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Hold 1
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(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 1, 3. Total: 7)
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Postback. I'm crashing. See you on the other side.
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I nod for her to cuff him, and I scoot up next to him, getting close, and push myself into his head. Rivulets of storm-sand sliding into his folds, making my need his need. My plan, his drive. In-Brain Puppet Strings vs The Raider <<Protect …
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Getting there. Shit's still intense, but less so. Dad made it through, and is home, but he's on O2, and we'll be doing dialysis at home. My ex-GF and I are on speaking terms (which is awesome, because she's one of my best friends), so that relations…
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Mari is holding up under the suggestion. She's clean, and entirely obedient. Of course, I haven't asked her anything desperately horrible, so we'll see how far it goes. I've gotten her to collect as many subjects as she can. I want to see just how …
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My coat drops to the floor at the foot of the mattress, a knife and my syringe in my hands. I slide into bed next to Mari, between her and the Dillards raider. Slip the knife under the mattress, and set the syringe at the head of the bed. I kiss her…
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Terrible Lie! beep beep beep beep beep beeeeep
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Then you should dig this playlist I did for Cache: Playlist
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nice
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Lady Genesis? Who posted zir? What'd I miss?
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As Jet starts cleaning, I take the opportunity to slip out quietly. When Jet checked the books, there was a definite shift between us. A release of tension. I whisper, but there's no connection. I'd need to shove my way in, and I don't have any need…
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"Let's get you downstairs." Slip my arm under Jet's shoulders, walk him toward the exit, "You good to use the ladder, or what?"
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((When it happens, there's a definite sensation of something squirming in your head. I'd say it's like a tick, but there's a definite feeling of an electrical charge coursing through your head. Afterward, there's disorientation, and a definite, abid…
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Hold 1 vs Jet
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(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 1, 5. Total: 9)
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Brainer move made on the roof. Yes, Cache could just take Jet to safety without taking an opportunity, but that wouldn't really be Cache, now would it? };)
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Jet. Now he has a taste. There's a part of him gone, too. I can see it behind his eyes. I drop to him, gather him up in my arms, and push my way into his mind, pressing there, pushing past the aftershocks swirling in his mind, and plant a thought, …
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Breeze moves done