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Smerdle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 3:30 pm
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Marcus Lacroix-Bar
21/21, -1 persuasion
Marcus had come to the conclusion that if he survived this, he never, ever, wanted to have any part of his life 'reset' again. Each time was worse than the last, and this time, he felt like vomiting.
The voice in his head didn't make it better, it made it worse. For one thing, he still was unnerved by the whole 'welcome to another era' and now with an actual voice in his head, he was pretty sure his therapist would have some choice medications for him when he got back. If he got- no. When.
Marcus took a long, slow, deliberate breath in though his nose, and out his mouth. When he got home. Doubt would make things worse right? He had to try and be confident. DO his best. Just fake it a little longer and bear social gatherings and people this final time.
By the time Marcus sorted himself out and calmed his nerves? He knew he'd missed something. But when he didn't miss was a fact. The bomb, the explosion had happened twice.
They had one shot left and he didn't know if it would take.
Blue eyes flickered to those who were still there and-
"Zac?" He'd said it before he'd realized it.
Zac had been pulled into the void. Sunny wasn't here and- s**t. Everything had gone to s**t and what was the explosion had that been him? Couldn't have. No- Liam had blamed him because he was suspect is all.
Too complicated. Breath. Go back, think again. Who was here? What did he remember. That Jeremiah not Jeremiah was falling. He said Sibyl was the brains. But they wen't moving. When they did, it was a repeat of before.
Liam wasn't trusting. They did different things and now they were gone?
The kids- The kids who were not Ashdown kids were in their little circle and doing something but what?
Marcus kept his breathing, a tiny part of him wishing he'd gotten an actual drink earlier. Small regrets. At the bar however, he felt his heart freeze slightly in his chest. Someone wasn't getting up.
And that scared him.
Walking over, he tried his best to clean himself of debris. It was a rather pointless cause now. Gently, he touched the woman's shoulder hoping to feel a pulse, a warmth that wasn't wet. No more dead bodies. No more blood.
"Hey." He gave a small shake to Erin.
"Hey, you okay?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 11:59 pm
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Temperance looks uncertain. Then, she rubs her finger across the floor and-- it grinds down, leaves a line of flesh-colored chalk behind. "Yeah," she says. "I... I know how this goes."
She crouches, filling in the lines of the sigil, her finger growing shorter and shorter with every stroke. "It feels unstable," she says, rocking back on her heels. She holds her hand to her chest, looks wonderingly down her her index finger, bloodless and gone halfway to the second knuckle.
"It should be steady, but... It feels like a rockslide. Like an avalanche. Like it's all going to fall apart. It can't hold. It won't hold."
She looks towards the rift, but her eyes seem glassy. "Down the rabbit hole," she says, sing-song. "Down the rabbit hole."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2016 3:15 am
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Marcus Lacroix-Bar to Sigil
21/21, -1 persuasion
One foot in a world that was behind closed doors. Don't ever hint that you knew about it, that some of your family practiced it. Islam was bad. Catholic was good. Pray in English.
As the woman crumbled away, his hand hung in the air, hovering where she'd been second before as dust fell in a heap, some billowing out in a small cloud.
He'd never been to a real mass. But he'd been to a funeral service.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Common cliches, bitter and morbid and one of the few things he recalled from the time he'd once wanted a faith to cling to. Standing there, his lack of faith had him looking up, knowing that magic had taken something again. Magic and death.
The bar was empty, it caretaker and keep gone to the literal void. He made his way around, eyes looking for a bottle of something strong. When they found bourbon, he took it from it's shelf. One glass, a liberal pour.
Marcus downed the glass far too quickly, but the burn ran up his sinuses and made him feel that heat in his gut? It helped. It helped him feel like he wasn't so doomed if just for a second.
Last time he'd watched and waited. This time? This time he had to try.
Leaving the bar, bourbon left to sit near the empty glass, he approached the man he didn't know expecting that the face was familiar- another who had seen more than just one of the events from that which was life in Ashdown and it's other side.
"Hey." He muttered, kneeling down, missing the woman who's finger had become her pen.
"What do we have to do?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 5:58 am
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Jamie Delacroix | 19/19
+1 to Persuasion, -2 to Persuasion
-1 to Combat
If walking perilous canyons by a path the size of a tightrope was bad, the lurch of the world was worse. Jamie's stomach flipped and for a second, unbalanced by the lack of anything really, truly tangible about the 'room' behind the curtain, he almost lost its meager contents. He held it together long enough to grab the stone, to fumble it to his chest, to keep his free hand glued tight to Oliver's wrist so they would both make it out of here together.
Muffled and low like static, Marcus's voice grabbed Jamie by the scruff and hurried him quicker. If whatever was going on out there was enough to warrant a warning, combined with what they'd seen back here, he knew it really was time to go.
Enter, stage left. He made it just in time to see Marcus swallowed by the void. Only Rabbit and Shiloh were left out on the floor and as Jamie looked between them, he tried not to focus on the 80s versions of Temperance or Shiloh or Dana or himself. It hurt to know that they'd ended here. It hurt to know they couldn't be saved. Still, what was more important were the people alive now, the ones who weren't only a memory.
"C'mon, Oliver, I-I think we need to go," Jamie whispered harshly, tugging the twin towards the stairs. The hallucination of a canyon had faded somewhat, or maybe Jamie was too driven by the will to make it to Shiloh's side, but he beelined straight for him. He didn't take the path he'd thought before was the only option.
"S-Shiloh!" As he passed by Rabbit, he looked at him, too. "W-We should try to stick together." It was a collective suggestion for the small group of four.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 5:21 pm
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Oliver Beaumont : 18/18
-1 combat
-1 persuasion (+1 persuasion nulled)
This world made no sense to him and it made his head spin.
Lagging was a good way to put it. He felt like he was there and then he wasn't and then he was. Suddenly Jamie had this... strange object in his hand, and Oliver looked upon it with a solemn reverence. In the corners of his vision everything seemed to fade—bristle—fade into an awkward static that made it increasingly difficult to focus.
He missed Marcus jumping into the void.
“Where..." He heard Jamie call out to Shiloh—assumed Jamie was running towards Shiloh—but when they reached the edges of the abyss he found himself faced with three statues on the floor, heads bowed, and a tall man that he didn't recognize. Behind him was...
Himself?
Shiloh Beaumont: 22/22
-1 combat
Shiloh had just finished fumbling with his phone (he had kept it off to save the battery), but now a few pictures of the rune were safely secured in his gallery. It wasn't until he looked up and saw people jumping into the void again that he started scanning the room for his friends.
And thankfully, Jamie was rushing back over (with his twin in tow), even though he didn't like the look the latter was giving him. His eyes were glazed, the cut on his face sticky and marred, “That's fine," he said, his tone tired and worn. It was then that he noticed Rabbit, recognizing the other noble immediately. He tried hard not to look at 80's Jamie anymore, tried hard to ignore the nausea rolling in his stomach. “I guess the only way out is through maybe-suicide again."
Cue another roll of nausea. Sure, rolling his life to chance was fine, but when people he actually went out of his way to protect were involved? Whole different story. This was why getting close to people was a bad idea.
He didn't regret it really though.
“You guys rea—?" he paused when he noticed Jamie's other hand was occupied. “What's...? ...never mind, it can wait." he shook his head, patting both Jamie and his brother on the shoulders.
“We're going in...?" Oliver asked, eyes wide and wondering and shell shocked all at the same time. “Bad idea... bad idea..." he shook his head, but didn't seem to physically resist the idea. His shoulder received a firm squeeze from Shiloh.
He kept forgetting that Oliver hadn't done anything like this yet.
“Whenever you guys are good." he looked to Rabbit after a moment, “Are you gonna jump too?" Probably, was the answer, but he still made it a point to ask. He hadn't interacted with any of the other tithes aside from Thorne under Melany's watch, but it didn't mean that he didn't empathize with the other nobles and their familiar hardships.
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