Alfie looks back at Ahmad with a blank expression. "Probably where the shouting's coming from, wouldn't you think?" Alfie turns south and makes his way briskly towards the noise.
Tom listens to Arianne's report with a bit of relief. Only later does he start thinking more about what she had said. "Three lifetimes? Wait, if Jessie turned into an old man in a few minutes, and they kidnapped three of them... we may have to hurry." Tom hops into the van after Sean. "Yes. And quickly."
Empheria makes an L shape with the thumb and index finger of her left hand just to make sure she was remembering her directions correctly. "James, I think right is this way," she says, pointing to the other door.
Tom barely stifles a laugh until Sunny mentions the circles. "Yes, speaking of that, I sketched a picture of them. Maybe one of you knows what they were meant to do?" He offers the paper to Allison or Arianne or anyone else in the car who might be able to understand it it.
I accidentally missed Sunny's post earlier. Tom has a crucial role in what is to come. I am here to guide and defend him. May the earth shudder at his step, and his enemies flee at the mere mention of his name. "Uh, amen?" Though he plays along, Tom is not quite certain about the prophecies Sunny cites and sometimes doubts if Sunny knows what he is talking about at all.
Sometimes Tom gets a lead to a new story. Or Arianne is called by the Sect. Or Sean finds out from a contact. Or Allison does research. Or Sunny gets a heavenly vision. I'm fine with Boston. Where the mysteries happen (in Boston or out) might also be connected to how we find out about the monster.
"Well, I can't say they don't exist. There's not enough evidence to say one way or another. What I can say is that I had a run-in with some oddly-shaped creatures who tried to force me into a strange flying vehicle."
"I've figured out by now that Sunny is the real deal, but he's also sometimes kinda off his rocker. I'm still not sure which category the 'chosen one' thing falls under." Prompts for others Sunny: You’re a bit suspicious of them (maybe due to their unnatural powers or something like that). This whole "chosen one" business sounds kind of like those scams I fell for during the brief period when I was trying to invest my life savings. Arianne: They introduced you to the existence of monsters. Tell them how you feel about that. You summoned a creature of darkness before my eyes (is that something she would do?). That was when I stopped hoping to be able to pull off a mask and find a normal person beneath it. Sean: They’re your hero, exactly the kind of monster hunter you aspire to be. Tell them why you worship them. He is the proof that you can be a real monster hunter without being weird. Allison: Initially rivals, you both now respect each others’ talents. We went to college together, and... Prompts from others Allison: They act as your conscience when the power goes to your head. Ask them about the last time this happened. Apart from forcing Allison to be able to explain everything in normal person lingo, Tom tries to remind her of the important logistic considerations, like putting out magical fires she created after she finishes fighting monsters. Sean: This hunter is a cousin or more distant relative. Second or third cousin, far enough removed that they might have only seen each other at family reunions and wakes. But he's still family, and that means something to Sean. Aww, shucks. I remember writing you thank-you cards for the birthday gifts you gave me.
Empheria was not very interested in the climbing and jumping. Her eyes wandered until Empheria started staring at the Avertin girl. All of a sudden, she felt racked with guilt for making her sit alone while they were all playing. At last, their eyes met for a moment. Detached amusement. That was a bad sign. What if she felt excluded? "Hi, how are you?" Empheria asks her. She isn't able to wait for an answer before she breaks down totally. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel left out! Are you upset? I hope not! Do you want to play music with me?" she asks, plucking the whistle from Shalelu out of her pocket.
Tom is fresh out of college (he majored in mass communications, and he likes to sign his name with B.A.). In order to start his career, he signed up as an investigative journalist for The Inquirer based on an ad in the local newspaper. As he later found out, The Inquirer was only two men strong (now three), its circulation was not much higher than that, and it was not quite the reputable newspaper he had imagined it to be. And, apparently, the role of the "investigative journalist" included going from door to door to sell the paper. Tom had always liked writing pieces about politics. But when he realized that politics doesn't sell copies, he sometimes felt a need to relax his principles of journalistic integrity, but mostly tried to find the oddest possible stories to publish. Nevertheless, he was passionate about journalism, and hoped to move his way up to better jobs as soon as he could find a better job offer. His current gig is just an uneasy start to his career, at least until he would be able to just write normal articles and be a normal person, as he would like to be. Tom is friendly and outgoing with other people, but stilted and uneasy when alone. He has become increasingly nervous, ever since his research for his articles about Bigfoot and UFOs turned out a little bit more successful than he had hoped.
Empheria fumbles over to where she hears the commotion. She appraises the room before her. Nothing out of the ordinary... or so it seemed. "Vorin, Shayliss, we came to save you from the horror-moans," she announces in step with her heroic (and soaking wet) entrance. "You know, when you get together in a room all alone, then the horror-moans start following around. But I think they're gone, 'cause we all came here and scared them away. The horror-moans only show up when two people are alone, right, Isaac?"
Empheria tries brushes herself off and stands up as quickly as she could from her fall. Her fall may have been painful, but there was no time to spare. "Vorin, can you hear me?" she calls while running after the sound of broken glass ahead. "Be careful, there are horror moans! Holler so I can follow your voice!"
It takes her a moment to understand what just happened, but Empheria begins to shake with fear as soon as she realizes what was about to happen. "Oh, Isaac!" Empheria cries out. "How could you have let Vorin and Andi and James get close to the horror-moans without warning them? We can't just abandon them like this! Come on, fast!" She runs after the others, trying not to make a lot of noise, but willing to sacrifice stealth for speed if necessary.
"I've been... doing homework. We have a project about Slavic folklore. The dance is in a week or two. I don't remember the day. You know it's about to happen when everyone in school starts talking about it."
"Oh, the date." Fatou smiles to hide the internal panic. "Eight o'clock, Friday. We can double up on your bike if you don't have a car... We could go eat somewhere, then catch that new Nightmare on Elm Street movie? Are you headed home from here?"
"I guess this is the guy," Steve says, flipping through the letters and looking at the names of the addressees. Steve walks over to the bloody bed. He hovers over the mattress, but is wary enough of leaving fingerprints that he doesn't touch it. "So... are we just here to look at the mail, or did you want to actually try to do something about it? Is it possible to bring someone back to life? Because this is probably the last chance to actually get some of the blood, if you need it for the ritual or whatever."
"Come on guys, we're not in first grade anymore!" Steve says back. "I bet you just wished you had her in your group for the folklore project."
I will be posting at a rate of less than once a day for about a week.
Steve suffered from nightmares for a few days after what happened. He was afraid of being left alone in a room. He tried not to scare away other kids away as much when he needed the company. He still had no tact at all, but his less confrontational demeanor earned him just enough respect from the team coach to be invited to the high school football team. He managed to grow enough to be useful to the team, and the game took his mind off of the circus and Calvin Kipp. Holly's preoccupation with the occult, as well as her new clothes, annoyed him to no end, and he was probably somehow involved in at least one or two of the rumors about her. He doesn't pay much attention to Fatou anymore. He likes football more than speaking with them. But he still shivers whenever he walks down a hallway alone. At some point in the last few months, Steve's father stopped coming back home, leaving his mother with even more work to do, and sometimes she has to travel out of town for a long time, leaving Steve alone more of the time.
Steve sees the books and photos soaking in the water. He quickly tries to salvage anything that might explain why Mr. Wilkins was targeted, before the water ruins it.
Steve takes the note, very much embarrassed at having been observed with his clueless calculations. He circles "no" and hands the note back to Fatou. There are 12 hours in a day... The sun rose around 7:00... 7+12 is 19... 7 hours after 12:00... I think it was a little before 7:00, so let's say 6:53 pm. He writes "6:53 pm" in big numbers and circles it.
Steve runs a few houses down to bring his bike, and pedals back until he reaches the trail. "C'mon Fat, you wanted to go this way because it was faster," Steve calls as Fatou straggles behind on her training wheels.
I think that Steve would probably have a negative relationship with Fatou, given his intellectual interests and foreignness. I can see him calling her "Fatto," but on the subject of boundaries, I think I should ask how comfortable that name is (and how comfortable people are with being bullied in general).
Yizid was upset to lose track of the paladin. But upon hearing the voice, he realizes there might be something more threatening on his hands. "'Spectres of devourers' sound dangerous, and I'm afraid the problems with the teleporter might be closely related," he says, trying to appraise the situation with whatever limited knowledge he had managed to pick up. Trying to pick up as much information as he could, he asks the voice, "What exactly are spectres of devourers? And from where and when do you know them?"
Having regained some of his power, Kyrillosr now feels ready to lash out at Amalina. He thrashes his tail in Amalina's direction in order to overturn her before she reaches Muirkhom. But his attempt wasn't successful, and he found his own tail stuck under Amalina's enormous belly. He tries to pull out from under her, but is unable.
Everyone has their own pet theory about what really happened to cause the Skyruin to be torn from the ground. Which of them have you come to trust most, and what part of it do you think worth remembering as you delve deeper? The floating of the island depends on the gravity wells, but the gravity wells themselves are mysterious: They might have always existed on the island, they might have grown there spontaneously, or they might have been built there by some entity, through mundane, magical, or divine means. Yizid, of course, subscribes to the last of the theories. The gravity wells were put in place by some deity. The practical difference between the theories is whether its gravity can be manipulated by prayer, magic, or technical expertise. Yizid, lacking the two latter means, prefers to use the first. However, others might have better luck trying the other two means.
It might be helpful to know that the post notifier stopped working across the site.
Kyrillosr adopts hippocampus form once more in order to outrun Amalina, hoping he can escape while the caterpillar is distracted by the fire. He galloped as quickly as he could away from the caterpillar, looking for somewhere he might be able to hide and from which he could shoot at it safely.
Kyrillosr tries to run from the building before it collapses. Once Kyrillosr escapes the shaking cathedral, he says, "There was shaking outside as well. I saw some colorful branches outside that appeared to be moving." "I'm not very used to above-water plants, but down there, at least, I don't think that branches were capable of that," he adds, with a tinge of homesickness.
The close-range hippocampus move is fine with me, though of course I prefer that it use my dexterity. I'm also fine to stay in my current form. It will take a little while for me to get in a post, but there's no need to wait for me.
Though he had never intended to stay long, the heat was made him want more than ever to make the trip as quick as possible. On his way over, Kyrillosr begins to feel a bit wiser. Once he reaches the crater, he lifts up his eyes and examines his surroundings anew. The sight of Dunkleheim reminded him of its place in the village and its past. He continues to look around him for any useful information.
Bonds:
I think these are unresolved. Tentative possibility for alignment: Propagating merfolk morality. I'm taking the arrow move and increasing wisdom by 1. I need to eat but not to sleep for now. And I think that at least the enemies might be considered notable, considering what the GM pointed out. Kyrillosr cursed mi madre Only if you give back the baby.
Aware that any move on his part might put both himself and Gulirk at danger, Kyrillosr stays in place. Moving only his eyes to look at the drow above him, he tries to understand the dhampirs' motives. "What do you want from us?" he asks. "Why are you tying us up?"
Kyrillosr is fascinated by the octopus, an icon known to him from his days in the river. There weren't exactly octopuses there, but merpeople usually knew their marine animals well. Overawed by the creature, he was willing to disavow Midas once and for all and start worshiping LaSaROS, whatever that was. Just as long as Muirkhom not know. Wanting to know more about it, Kyrillosr begins to ask questions. "Who are you? What is the meaning of your octopus form?" The questions were no different than those of Muirkhom, but they certainly came out more respectfully.
The good word'a Midas? How unfamiliar that sounded. Kyrillosr didn't think he had heard that before, but in the situation he found himself, he wasn't sure of much. Maybe he actually did know of him. In any case, he didn't want to disappoint the dwarf. "Right, Midas. I don't know much, I must confess. But I know about... the gold? And, hmm, I bet he would disapprove of nudity too, right?" Kyrillosr says, trying to recall everything known to him about religion.
Here's what I have for my character's background. Background: Kyrillosr was born to a family of poor merpeople that dwelt in the sea at the end of the forest river. His natural conceptions of modesty took objection to the nakedness that was prevalent in merfolk society, and he decided to put an end to such promiscuity by weaving seaweed clothing for merpeople to wear. Unfortunately, the idea didn't catch on, and only Kyrillosr, one sympathetic friend, and his few pet fish ended up wearing the clothes. Between Kyrillosr's seaweed kilt and his lambchop sideburns, he was indeed a curious sight among his people.
Saddened by his reception among his native race, and sickened by their immorality, Kyrillosr decided to abandon his people to live among the clothes-wearing races above sea level. Kyrillosr felt more at home with others who wore clothes like him, even if not made of seaweed. Naturally courageous, he still aspires to take up a life of adventuring, but he is all too frail for such endeavors. Yet unskilled with regard to weaving with dry materials such as wool or linen, Kyrillosr's seaweed clothing business is nowhere near making him a rich merman. As his side job, he is employed by the city to dive underwater and clear the mud that builds up from time to time in the river, which is essential to the water supply; but he always tries to steer clear of fellow merpeople, among whom he feels uncomfortable.
Yizid's puny human mind is already weary of suggesting where to go, and he would be more than happy if a superior mind would try and take charge. Though only someone with mind-reading capabilities would be capable of discerning that.
"What remarkable powers of deduction you have, Gorn. Quick, everyone, let's try to overtake him!"
I do wonder.
"I actually was kind of wondering about the gemhearting thing. And some of us were never even slaves, so I'm sure they could get through just fine. And I'm sure one lich wouldn't pose that much of a threat..." As soon as he finishes, Himnon averts his gaze from everyone, knowing himself how unwise his plan sounds, but still deathly curious.
Tell me if these are acceptable for you all. Sora was kind to me in my moment of deepest despair.
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