At the Edge of All Things
Raw Log - Blackjack Sidequest 3
<jacobkosh>: we’ll kick off with BJ and pick up elithora’s story when he comes back. Okay! ok! It’s the day after the Consilium meeting and the hearing on the Scarlet Pentagram cabal. Elithora is working in her office and a guy comes in and asks her to undertake part 1 of her sidequest. What is BJ up to?
<jacobkosh>: hurm a superfluous ok got in there. dangers of cut and paste
<thomamelas>: BJ is going to call and set up the meeting with Janis.
<jacobkosh>: Impresario answers the phone. “Hello?”
<jacobkosh>: (yo yo MisterAnthropy !)
<thomamelas>: “This is BJ. I spoke with Janis last night about a private meeting. It is urgent that I speak with her today.”
<desc>: (I’m here-ish yeah, sorry.)
<jacobkosh>: (no worries desc! Just holler when you’re ready to kick off the par-tay)
<jacobkosh>: “Ahh, Blackjack! Excellent. Janis is looking forward to seeing you. You’ve been to Chemical Wedding?”
<thomamelas>: “Yes, I know it.”
<jacobkosh>: “Good. Mr. Montesquieu has set us up in a private room; the Councilor has had a steady stream of visitors today, as you might imagine…if you come down, I’ll make sure she gives you priority.”
<jacobkosh>: (someone not-us has posted in the Mage AP thread! only a sentence, but I am ridiculously grateful to know that at least one person is reading it )
<misteranthropy>: (i swear i am not all 170-something views!)
<thomamelas>: “Thank you. I will be there promptly.” Is dressed down today. Pressed white oxford shirt and chinos. Oxford shoes shined to perfection as he drives out to the Chemical Wedding.
<thomamelas>: (I’m only some of them. >.>)
<jacobkosh>: (hahaha I am….more than a few)
<thomamelas>: (I just realized you could rack up an absurd number of favors working as a tailor for the AA. Learn some spells to prevent blood and ichor splatter, mending torn clothing, tailoring to remove the unslightly bulge of a concealed pistol….)
<jacobkosh>: (scarves that blow dramatically whether in wind or not…)
<jacobkosh>: (katanas that go SCHHINK when you draw them)
<misteranthropy>: (katanas that perfectly match the trnchcoat, shades and desert eagle your vampire-self carries)
<jacobkosh>: (well, naturally! the desert eagle is the katana of guns)
<jacobkosh>: (thom is slowly having a stroke)
<thomamelas>: (It is the Katana of guns. If you see someone carrying one you know you’re dealing with a person who either mentally unstable or a world class asshole.)
<jacobkosh>: (also it can cut through tanks :3 )
<misteranthropy>: (i know—why not make a tank out of katana!)
<jacobkosh>: (OH MY GOD)
<jacobkosh>: Chemical Wedding is incredibly busy for early afternoon. Several faces from last night’s Consilium turn to look as Blackjack pushes his way past the heavy iron door into the speakeasy. “Oh, is that…?” “I heard he might be coming.” “His cabal might be ready to go over to the Council…” “The old man’s not gonna be happy about that…”
<thomamelas>: Looking for the person who said that my cabal might be ready to go over the council.
<jacobkosh>: It’s a middle-aged Native woman in a denim shirt. She’s thin and looks to be carved from wood, with long jet-black hair skunk-streaked with a column of white.
<jacobkosh>: She’s chatting with a heavy-set native man in a black t-shirt. He looks to be in his forties and is on his third giant beer.
<thomamelas>: Stopping and walking over to her. “My name is Blackjack. Talon of the Admantine Arrow.” Hands behind his back. Not offering one to shake as a courtesy. “I have a fond dislike of gossip, and so I would like to make something clear. I speak only for myself but I have no plans on leaving the Arrow. I see no reason for hostility between the penticle orders, just as a disagreement with a superior
<thomamelas>: does not mean I would break my oaths.” The “Am, I clear” is unspoken but implied. His tone stealing the best inflection from his former first sargent and some of the professors he’s worked under when it comes to stripping bark off that tree.
<thomamelas>: (Leadership 101. Steal techinques from other people.)
<misteranthropy>: (leadership 102 – rephrase so it sounds new and buzzword-ish sell a leadership self-help book.)
<thomamelas>: (I didn’t even realize Jacob discribed her as looking carved from wood. That was an unfortunate bit of phrasing on my part.)
<jacobkosh>: The woman and her partner meet your gaze for a minute. She looks taken aback, and then he busts out laughing, a large hearty laugh. “Ahahaha! Forces mages. Gotta be careful what you say when they’re around, ahahaha! Don’t sweat it, son. We’re in the old man’s cabal. He’ll be glad to hear that, not that he was worried.”
<jacobkosh>: He stands and offers a hand. “I’m Big Dave. That’s Tia. Don’t be too mad. Everyone’s been saying all kinds of crazy stuff today. On top of everything, I heard someone died last night…”
<thomamelas>: Relaxes a bit and takes the hand. “Who?”
<jacobkosh>: Tia slowly exhales. “That part’s true. Some really old guy, a Libertine. I’m here waiting for Volcker to show up so we can make arrangements for the funeral and estate.”
<jacobkosh>: “Tia’s a Herald,” Big Dave says by way of explanation.
<thomamelas>: (Crap, what was the spy’s name?)
<jacobkosh>: (You mean the old guy you guessed was a spy? Palare)
<jacobkosh>: She raises her beer in acknowledgment. “Yeahhh, that was it. I’d never met him; he barely ever attended council. Happened last night, apparently – went in his sleep. Janis asked me to meet her and Volcker here, but that little nerd hasn’t shown up yet…”
<jacobkosh>: (Volcker is the Herald who handles money and finance, btw)
<thomamelas>: “I see. Excuse me, I do not wish to be running late to my meeting with Janis.” Nodding his head and walking quickly to where ever she’s holding meetings.
<jacobkosh>: “Nice meeting ya, kid,” Big Dave calls after you.
<thomamelas>: “And you.” Looking through the crowd, keeping his panic in check as he makes his way over to where Janis is holed up.
<jacobkosh>: Impresario leaves Montesquieu and joins you on your way to the private lounge. He’s wearing a pinstripe suit with no tie, and is chewing on a toothpick. “Afternoon, Blackjack. I think Janis should be just about free….” He holds open the swinging door. In the room behind, you see Janis speaking to Finn, the bicycle messenger Herald.
<thomamelas>: ( And what BJ really wants to do. )
<thomamelas>: “I can wait a moment. My news has become slightly less urgent.”
<jacobkosh>: Janis hands Finn something small which he puts in his fanny pack. He sketches her an ironic salute with two fingers and heads for the exit, nodding at you. “Oh, hey, BJ.”
<thomamelas>: “Finn.” With a bit of pleasantness to his tone.
<jacobkosh>: “Gotta roll! Good seeing you, man.” He squeezes past, and Impresario holds a welcoming hand inward. “I guess that’s that!” Janis half-stands from the lounge couch as she sees you enter, and waves at you. “Oh hey!”
<thomamelas>: “Hello. What I needed to meet with you about suddenly became a bit less urgent.” Gesturing to a seat in a silent request to sit.
<jacobkosh>: Her brows furrow. “I…how so? What were you wanting to talk about?”
<thomamelas>: “Do you recall when I was investigating a spirit that came into my possession?”
<jacobkosh>: “Oh, yes! That night at the Ankh.” She seems a bit disappointed you weren’t here to start the revolution, but quickly shifts into efficient, businesslike mode. “That stuff sounded like ancient history. Why, what happened?”
<thomamelas>: “Ancient history still leaves a lingering impact.” Gives her the run down of what he found out, his beliefs that Palare was a Seer spy, and his purpose in telling her so she could clean house before the Guardians found out.
<jacobkosh>: “I….huh.” She’s taken aback by all this. Impresario coughs from your side. “I have to admit, I have some trouble with this idea, Blackjack. Parlare was a Provost at one point. He was responsible for our Lorehouse in the 1960s. If he’d been a Seer, he could have sold out everyone in the Consilium back then.”
<jacobkosh>: Janis leans forward, tapping an index finger against pursed lips. “Hmm. Hmm! It is interesting, though, isn’t it? Tell you what, Blackjack. Tia and Volcker are going to be arranging the disposal of his estate. If you want to go there and poke around before the Guardians show up, it can be our little secret.”
<jacobkosh>: (yo desc, do you still want to get down, or has stuff come up?)
<thomamelas>: “Would you object if brought one of my cabal mates? She is a fate mage and understands the magics involved with the stone better then myself.”
<jacobkosh>: She shrugs. “Wouldn’t bother me. Just…hurry. I don’t know how quickly the wheels turn on this stuff. It’s so rare for one of us to die in his sleep.”
<jacobkosh>: (that said: elithora is actually on her way to seattle right now as this is going on)
<jacobkosh>: (this sidequest and desc’s are actually contemporaneous)
<misteranthropy>: (she’s also a time mage, he can just call her future archmage self)
<thomamelas>: (What area code is that?)
<jacobkosh>: ( ∞∞∞)
<misteranthropy>: (tell her she needs to read the newspaper classifieds on a certain date and place in ad in it? i always liked the idea of temporal dead-drops.)
<misteranthropy>: (then end the game, because future us’ come in and solve everything!)
<thomamelas>: Attempts to call Eli.
<thomamelas>: (I assume he gets no answer. )
<jacobkosh>: (hahaha that is definitely not a thing that would happen in this game >.>)
<jacobkosh>: The phone rings….“you’ve reach the office of Catherine Millet, Professor of….”
<thomamelas>: So drives towards the estate at least will try to find something himself. Debating on calling Sinon on this.
<jacobkosh>: (the more I watch it the more I am convinced that the video to In The Air Tonight depicts Phil Collins awakening as a Mastigos)
<jacobkosh>: (if Sinon would be down to hop in, that totally works!)
<misteranthropy>: (i wouldn’t have too much more time, but if you want someone to show and throw some extra mage sight’s around, then sure thing)
<jacobkosh>: (That actually works really well)
<thomamelas>: Takes a breath and figures in for a penny, in for a pound. Calls Sinon on the cell phone.
<misteranthropy>: “Sinon.” The Guardian has just returned to the Sanctum and is busy changing out of a full-on stereotypical mountie uniform.
<thomamelas>: “I need your help with something. But it has the potential to place you in a potentially akward position.”
<jacobkosh>: (hahaha yesss)
<jacobkosh>: (oh my god my fat cat is trying to sit on my head. she weighs fourteen pounds. this is not going to end well)
<misteranthropy>: “Might it be /cabal/ business?” Sinon asks, clearly implying that saying so would allow him a bit more leeway.
<thomamelas>: “I think it might be close enough for this. It involves clearing my familuar of being a Seer spy.” Which isn’t quite the truth but good enough for a report.
<misteranthropy>: “Text me the address. I’ll meet you there.”
<thomamelas>: Does so.
<jacobkosh>: Parlare lived in a modest bungalow in Burnaby, a shotgun arrangement with a red tile roof. The lights are off as the two of you approach (I imagine you get there at roughly the same time, you’re both in downtown)
<thomamelas>: (Ex-gf’s family lived there. If you’re looking for detail there is a slightly odd dude with a back yard full of telephone booths.)
<jacobkosh>: (hahahaha that is awesome)
<thomamelas>: (He worked for what ever the Canadian equivelent of AT&T was. Didn’t like me a lot.)
<jacobkosh>: The front door is locked, and there’s some mail stuffed into the mailbox – a couple days’ worth. Two newspapers sit on the front stoop.
<thomamelas>: Gets out of the car and gather’s up the mail and newspapers to take them in. Stopping at the locked door.
<thomamelas>: (Deadbolt, our old nemisis. We meet again.)
<misteranthropy>: (Get the semtex!)
<thomamelas>: Hopes Sinon has a way to open this door.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon arrives at the front door, dressed in a sweater that appears entirely too warm for the weather. “So what kind of mage was this Parlare?” he asks as he looks around and at the lock.
<jacobkosh>: The lock is an ordinary home bolt.
<thomamelas>: “Free Council. I do not recall what path. But his Cabal lost a soulstone. To the Seers. One that had a powerful ability for prophcy.”
<misteranthropy>: He nods as he pulls out an odd looking multi-tool. “Hopefully there won’t be anything triggered if I get this thing open.”
<misteranthropy>: 7d10h8 dex+larceny+wp
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, dex+larceny+wp: 4 [7d10h8=4,5,4,[10,2],8,9,8]
<thomamelas>: Using mage sight to check for wards.
<jacobkosh>: the lock pops with ease.
<jacobkosh>: Thom, there are wards. Or rather, there were. They seem to have been deactivated already.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon stands up straight and puts on fate sight. “After you.”
<thomamelas>: “It looks like someone turned off his wards at least.”
<jacobkosh>: Not only that, but they’re fading even as you look at them. Much more quickly than normal.
<thomamelas>: Opens the door and reaches for the light.
<thomamelas>: (Is that a weird thing?)
<jacobkosh>: (yes. you can give me a wits or int plus occult check to guess at what it might mean)
<critical>: thomamelas, 6d10h8: 2 [6d10h8=5,2,5,8,6,[10,1]]
<jacobkosh>: It’s like they were erased. Not just deactivated, nullified, or dispelled, but like something was cast to make it look like they weren’t even there in the first place.
<jacobkosh>: As you watch, they gutter and die, leaving behind not even a faint whiff of Resonance.
<thomamelas>: “That is some very subtle magic.” With a tone of respect.
<jacobkosh>: With Fate sight, Sinon sees the room as almost identical to how it appears “normally.” This is not a very Fated place. But there’s a faint sparkle, a fairy dust glimmer, coming from the trash can. Something with a fate is inside.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon heads over there and looks inside—moving any actual trash aside to find the source.
<misteranthropy>: “There’s something over here.”
<jacobkosh>: There’s a small glass phial inside. A dropper or test tube. In an old man’s home, it would be utterly unremarkable on its own.
<thomamelas>: Moves over towards him. Rather curious.
<jacobkosh>: It’s the source of the fairy-dust glow. This thing was involved in a fate.
<thomamelas>: Any trace of magic about it?
<misteranthropy>: Sinon reaches in, pulls the phial out and holds it up to where both of them can see it.
<jacobkosh>: This thing has no magic on it at all. It isn’t magical, and has held nothing magical. It does smell very faintly, though. Something chemical.
<thomamelas>: Squints at it. “Odd. Does it have a perscription on it?”
<jacobkosh>: Nope, just a plain paper sticker with no writing.
<misteranthropy>: Is there any remaining drop of liquid or residue in it?
<jacobkosh>: A tiny, tiny bit.
<thomamelas>: “Chemistry was not my strongest subject.”
<misteranthropy>: “A Moros, a Moros, my kingdom for a Moros.” Sinon states in a flat, dry tone.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon stands up and decides to extend the fate-vision a bit by casting Interconnections.
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, 4d10h8: 1 [4d10h8=7,7,7,[10,5]]
<misteranthropy>: (basically trying to see where the strands lead or if there is a fate-y sympathetic connection between the vial and anything else)
<thomamelas>: “Memo would be rather useful here.”
<jacobkosh>: There is! The phial is strongly Interconnected to something in the kitchen pantry.
<jacobkosh>: Specifically, a box of bran cereal.
<misteranthropy>: “For what it’s worth, I did volunteer to act as the apostates’ parol officers.” The s is not an accident. “Over here.”
<thomamelas>: "Thank you. It is worth quite a bit actually. Following Sinon towards the cereal.
<jacobkosh>: It’s a half-empty box of a pricey boutique oat bran cereal, the kind you can only find at a Whole Foods. He had about six of them.
<jacobkosh>: The entire place is like that – Parlare lived simply, but apparently very well. The home is spotless and all of his appliances and housewares are top of the line.
<thomamelas>: “So a weird unlabeled vial, linked to a box of cerel by fate. Just for once I would like to just be being paranoid rather then finding something dangerous.”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon looks at all of the cereal. “Poison poured on his breakfast, maybe?”
<thomamelas>: “Seems like a reasonable answer. I think we can let the Free Council do the forensics on it.” Looking around for something out of place. Odd.
<jacobkosh>: Give me an investigation plus wits roll.
<thomamelas>: 8d10h8 (Investigation, wits, WP because he’s creeped out)
<critical>: thomamelas, (Investigation, wits, WP because he’s creeped out): 2 [8d10h8=6,1,2,1,9,4,2,[10,1]]
<jacobkosh>: You didn’t see it when you came in, but from inside the kitchen you can see a photo album open on the floor next to the living room recliner.
<thomamelas>: Moving over towards it. Curious as to what it is open to.
<jacobkosh>: It’s all photos dating back to the 1940s – they’re carefully labeled in a tight, clear hand. It’s the Ars Regia cabal – Palare, Duncan, and Nodens. But just those three. There are no pictures of Miranda, the woman Duncan and Nodens had loved and fought over.
<jacobkosh>: There are just empty pages where those pictures would have been.
<thomamelas>: “Pictures of his cabal. But missing the member that died. Not one photo of her in here. All removed.”
<jacobkosh>: And now that you’re close enough, you can see the faintest traces of resonance around the recliner,. Palare’s resonance – you recognize it. He had been sitting in this chair, casting a spell.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon follows the Arrow into the living room. “I was just going to ask if there was anything interesting.” He pulls a pair of glasses out of his pockets and puts them on.
<misteranthropy>: 4d10h8 : He extends his mage sight into spirit as well as fate—just in case.
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, : He extends his mage sight into spirit as well as fate—just in case.: 1 [4d10h8=2,6,5,9]
<jacobkosh>: There’s nothing of the Spirit here – but Palare had been casting some kind of Fate spell.
<thomamelas>: Hands over the photos to Sinon and squats by the chair. Looking carefully at the recliner. Attempting to amplify the resonance there, strengthing it rather then altering it’s type.
<critical>: thomamelas, 6d10h8: 4 [6d10h8=3,9,1,[10,1],2,[10,8]]
<jacobkosh>: Success! Thom, you see the resonance grow stronger; Sinons sees a faint, faery glimmer in the air, a golden sheen and a scent of spring.
<thomamelas>: Focusing on the resonance, trying to see if I can determine what he was casting.
<misteranthropy>: (i need to head to bed—sorry! you can basically assume that simon can provide fate, spirit, mind and life sight and info)
<thomamelas>: (Thanks for helping!)
<misteranthropy>: (no prob)
<jacobkosh>: Sinon stands up and pulls off his glasses. “This was a Fate spell in the Practice of Knowing. He was trying to discern someone’s Fate – his own or another’s.”
<jacobkosh>: His phone vibrates. He looks at it and frowns. “The cleaners are on their way. I set up a warning.”
<thomamelas>: Takes out his own phone and calls the number Janis gave him.
<jacobkosh>: Impresario answers. “Blackjack? Any news?”
<thomamelas>: “It does not look like natural causes. There is a vial that reaks of fate and it is tied to Parle’s breakfast cerel. I am bring them to you and Janis for you to look it over.”
<jacobkosh>: “…That’s troubling. It’s good you found it. His body was found by the maid; if he wasn’t slain by magic, it might have been decided he’d died of natural causes.”
<jacobkosh>: He thinks a moment.
<jacobkosh>: “You’ll want to take it to Friday. I’ll talk to her. She’s a cabal-mate of mine.” He pauses. “Expect a call in a few minutes.”
<thomamelas>: Gathers all of the breakfast cereal, the vial and the photo album. “Lets get out of here.”
<jacobkosh>: Sinon nods and heads toward his car.
<jacobkosh>: A few minutes later, your phone rings with an unfamiliar number.
<thomamelas>: Gets in the car and answers it. “Hello.”
<jacobkosh>: “Hi, is this Blackjack?” It’s a young woman’s voice. “I was asked to call you about an item.”
<thomamelas>: “Yes. I have a couple of them for you. Where should I meet you?”
<jacobkosh>: “You’re in Burnaby….why not Ankh?”
<jacobkosh>: “Do you know where that is?”
01[22:49] <thomamelas> “I have been there once. I will be there in a few minutes.” Checking his rear view mirror periodically.
01[22:49] <thomamelas> (Adjust the time estimate to match reality.)
[22:52] <jacobkosh> It’s not too far, they’re both on the east side of town.
[22:53] <jacobkosh> You arrive about twenty minutes later. The club isn’t quite as packed as you remember from last time. The bouncer recognizes you after a moment and waves you through.
[22:53] <jacobkosh> Inside, the music is as deafening as ever. You see Friday jumping up and down and waving at you long before you hear her.
01[22:53] <thomamelas> Isn’t sure what his contact looks like. Assumes however he will be noted as out of place with all of the breakfast cerel.
[22:55] <jacobkosh> You’ve seen Friday at Council meetings – she’s an attractive Sephardic Jew who dresses in a very modest, funereal way – black pantsuits, with a dull golden Star of David pendant around her neck.
[22:56] <jacobkosh> (looks like Rachel Weisz, kind of)
01[22:57] <thomamelas> Moves towards her through the noise. Wondering if he can get away with casting control sound.
[22:58] <jacobkosh> She’s drinking a Shirley Temple and motions you to a quieter nook. It’s still loud, though. “HI!” She offers you a hand. “I DON’T THINK WE’VE MET.”
01[22:59] <thomamelas> Sets down the stuff in his arms then shaking hers. Taking a moment to cast control sound near the entrance of the nook.
01[22:59] <thomamelas> 4d10h8
[22:59] <critical> thomamelas, 5d10h8: 2 [5d10h8=9,3,3,8,4]
02[00:44] * jake2099 (Mibbit@161D67C.F200AF3C.184D5AC1.IP) Quit (Quit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client )
[00:44] <jakeagain> The ghost looks between you and the Moros. It seems to reconsider. THE QUESTIONS YOU ASKED – THE MEMORIES IT DREDGED UP – GOT ME THINKING, it begins.
[00:46] <jakeagain> I TOLD YOU THAT MIRANDA WAS THE SPY. SHE WAS. BUT SOMETHING ABOUT HER DEATH NEVER SAT RIGHT WITH ME. IT BOTHERED ME AT NIGHT, IN THE QUIET HOURS.
01[00:47] <thomamelas> “It does not make any sense to me either. It is why I thought you were the spy.”
[00:47] <jakeagain> SO I PULLED OUT THE PHOTO ALBUM. AN OLD MAN LOOKING AT MEMORIES. AND I CALLED UP WHAT I REMEMBERED OF MY ARCANA, AND I READ MIRANDA’S DESTINY.
[00:47] <jakeagain> MIRANDA’S DESTINY…IT EXISTS.
[00:47] <jakeagain> DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
[00:48] <jakeagain> MIRANDA HAS A DESTINY.
01[00:48] <thomamelas> “She is not dead.”
[00:48] <jakeagain> SHE IS NOT DEAD.
[00:49] <jakeagain> SHE IS ALIVE, AND SHE IS A SEER, AND SHE HAS THE CENTAURUS LEGACY.
[00:50] <jakeagain> AND THAT NIGHT I WENT TO BED. AND THAT IS THE LAST THING I REMEMBER.
01[00:50] <thomamelas> “I was much happier today when I thought you were the spy.” With bitter amusement.
01[00:51] <thomamelas> “It does explain why all of your pictures of her are gone.”
[00:52] <jakeagain> SYMPATHETIC CONNECTIONS. NOW I WONDER WHY SHE LET ME KEEP THEM ALL THOSE YEARS. PERHAPS SHE IS…SENTIMENTAL. AN UNUSUAL WEAKNESS, FOR A SEER.
[00:53] <jakeagain> Friday speaks very softly. “There isn’t much time left before the spell expires.”
01[00:53] <thomamelas> “It would have been suspucious for those connections to disappear. I had hard enough time beliving it as it was. What else do we need to know.”
01[00:56] <thomamelas> (Slider is taking a 20 hour road trip from Seattle to Phoenix. Would it be a rules violation if I set up a betting pool in chat about what state he dies in?)
[00:56] <jakeagain> (not at all :D )
[00:56] <jakeagain> SHE IS OLD, AND POWERFUL, AND RUTHLESS, AND KNOWS I KNEW ABOUT HER. SHE PROBABLY HOPES I TOLD NO ONE. A DODDERING, NOSTALGIC OLD MAN. BUT IF SHE SUSPECTS AN INVESTIGATION – IF SHE LEARNS THAT ANYONE KNOWS… the spirit trails off.
[00:57] <jakeagain> “It’s time,” Friday says.
01[00:57] <thomamelas> “And she can see the future. I apologize for calling you a Seer spy and a Liar.”
[01:00] <jakeagain> The spirit of Palare begins to dissolve back into its body. HM. I DON’T BLAME YOU. IT IS THE NATURE OF OUR WORLD. THEY SAY…THEY SAY OUR SOULS REJOIN THE SUPERNAL, AND FLOW IN A GREAT RIVER, TO RETURN TO THE FALLEN WORD AGAIN AND AGAIN. BUT I HOPE..I HOPE NEXT TIME, I END UP AMONG PEOPLE WHO KNOW MORE OF TRUST.
01[01:01] <thomamelas> “So do I. Go in peace.” Making the sign of the cross and nodding his head for a moment.
[01:02] <jakeagain> Friday touches her star, and bows her head, and slides the slab back into place. “That wasn’t awkward,” she says softly. “But it was frightening.”
[01:04] <jakeagain> Take two regular and an arcane xp!
01[01:04] <thomamelas> Woo!
01[01:04] <thomamelas> Man the council is fucked.
[01:05] <jakeagain> Well, she’s been out there for sixty years now
[01:05] <jakeagain> doing bad stuff
01[01:05] <thomamelas> That’s a powerful enemy indeed. Subtle, patient, through. Using poison was a very bright move.
[01:06] <jakeagain> it is kind of funny how different this was than if you guys had had a different mix of arcana. elithora would have just seen a Seer walk into the place, put the poison in, etc – but might not have caught the spell resonance
01[01:08] <thomamelas> Well Critical was very much on my side tonight. All it would have taken was a botched roll there to lose that.
[01:09] <jakeagain> it was funny, Impresario called Friday because she’s a Moros Sentinel and in his cabal (the other Moros is Rook, but she’s a Guardian so he wouldn’t have called her) and then once she was on-stage I realized that you and her have eerily similar backgrounds
[01:10] <jakeagain> critical loves you guys on this investigation. remember how ell was rolling 5 successes all last time?
01[01:10] <thomamelas> I didn’t want to comment on it till the session was over but seriously Critical was kind tonight. And yeah, her and BJ had a very kind of click moment there. I’m not sure where it’s going but I figure it will go somewhere.
[01:13] <jakeagain> yeah I thought that was cool, it just kind of came out naturally. I certainly wasn’t throwing her at you or anything, it was just interesting how it worked out
[01:13] <jakeagain> I had fun with her perverse little details like liking it really cold and being most peppy around the dead
01[01:14] <thomamelas> No, I didn’t think you were throwing it at me. It was just one of those neat bits of synergy. And yeah it fits a Moros pretty well.
01[01:16] <thomamelas> To be a Sentinal a certain amount of love of/need for/addiction to duty seems like a job requirement.
[01:16] <jakeagain> right, exactly. it’s one of the few sort of selfless things that mages do
[01:17] <jakeagain> like, it’s hard to be a sentinel for profit. you’re always risking your neck
[01:17] <jakeagain> plus it definitely makes sense to me that a JAP (or JCP?) and a WASP would be able to find common ground
01[01:18] <thomamelas> I mean for the most part in Mage society, becoming an Archmage is just putting in the time. Get old enough and you likely make it. But a Sentinal dilberly chooses to put themselves in danger for the greater good or something along those lines. And yeah, for all of BJ’s rebellion there is still a certain amount of classism that runs in his viens.
[01:19] <jakeagain> right, exactly. and it doesn’t even have to all be classism, he could just be genuinely more comfortable around people of his crust
[01:19] <jakeagain> I liked your detail about how he was used to having doors opened by dudes for him
01[01:20] <thomamelas> Oh no, he’s got a certain amount of classism. He’s gotten over a lot of it, given the backgrounds of the average in elistie, you’re going to find some people who know poverty really well. But just by reflex he doesn’t see servents.
[01:22] <jakeagain> ahhh that makes sense, yeah
01[01:23] <thomamelas> As such, he’s kind of a dick to waiters.
[01:23] <jakeagain> hahaha
[01:23] <jakeagain> I guess desc was feeling a bit out of it tonight. I hope he’s ok
01[01:23] <thomamelas> I hope he feels better.
[01:25] <jakeagain> me too
[01:25] <jakeagain> I’ll see if he’s down for something this weekend. his story is actually a day ahead of yours so you could theoretically join him “tomorrow”
01[01:26] <thomamelas> And BJ has a passport! Cause he’s still an American citizen on a student visa. And it could be an exuse to run some guns. >.>
[01:27] <jakeagain> hahahaha
[01:27] <jakeagain> cool, i’ll be in touch with desc tomorrow, then, and if we set something up I’ll let you know
01[01:28] <thomamelas> Great. I won’t be around tomorrow but I will be this weekend.
[01:28] <jakeagain> I’m gonna rustle up some food, my stomach just made an audible noise!