I smile, or the approximation I can manage these days. I feel the Breeze across my mind, and try to ride it out.
(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 5, 4. Total: 12)
There's a point between my face and the A/C unit in front of me, eyes wide and staring. Inert blades swirling slow in the Breeze. Jet's speaking, but cool air and secrets slide into my ears. I see the bats of back then, when everything wasn't nothin…
My second set of vocal cords activate, I'm harmonizing as I speak, "SweetsgoingtokillAMCtogettome."
Eyes wide, every muscle tense, "Godiva is dead" I grab Jet's face, pull it down to mine. Hands splayed on either side, my face inches from mine. My…
I take the offered arm, but my hand on it is stiff, my movements out of synch from Jet's. "The Breeze is more than we could possibly understand. It will, eventually, have it's way with all of us. At least we'll all be going in the same direction."
…
Smoke slides slow out of my mouth, over lips, and I inhale deep through my nose. "You could do anything. The Breeze is everywhere, but what if it isn't just a phenomenon. What if it's alive? A thinking thing," I hold the glass awkwardly in my right …
This could be interesting. "What about the Breeze? Why not make something about the Breeze and Muzak maybe. Doesn't get much more topical than that."
He sees me as something in need of fixing. I've been filled up. The Breeze fills me. It's the flim…
Kill Bill, Reservoir Dogs, the more lascivious versions of Dracula, A Song of Ice and Fire. A lot of Hong Kong movies fall into a blood opera genre, and it's a good fit.
Basically, very grand guignol story featuring doomed love affairs, heroic bloo…
"When the cretans are at risk of missing the point, just make sure you do it with fucks or blood."
Amber rye sloshes into my bottle, and I administer another dose, "If you did another blood opera, you could destroy this crowd. Make it six episodes…
"Cash Machine". He did call me that once. Context is... shakey, and there was a hitch in his voice right after he said he. He cut himself off short. He didn't mean to say that. He's uncomfortable. I wonder what would happen if I...
I take a dram fr…
Jet shoves the magazines out of the way, and I close the space between us. Left hand glides scant millimeters over his shoulder, before I fold up into the seat, "You killed out there."
I move through the door, carried in on the Maelstrom. There's sand on the floor. Drifts in the corners. All that blood on the water has me humming.
"... smoke on the horizon"
Yeah, costume, and some modicum of, if not anonymity, but distraction among the hoi-polloi. Keeping their greasy eyes off my face. It's clashing thoughts and the Maelstrom keans through the rafters. I have to hyperfocus just to make it to the stage …
Pull the hood all the way forward, slip a fabric medical mask on, hooked around my ears. Coveraged with an illustration of a fanged mouth. A left over from the time I played a murderous, aphrodisiac alien named Sil from In-Out Space, and shamble twi…