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prolixity rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2016 9:46 am
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Jordan Miller - 21/21 -2 persuasion
Marcus pulls the trigger, and
and
and the gun is in Marcus's pocket, never fired at all, and Marcus had never even spoken to them, only remained muttering to himself beside the bookshelves, eyes wild and glassy. Jordan shakes his head and regrets it immediately as the dizziness comes sweeping over him in an oppressive wave, reminding him forcibly that he is out of place and out of time.
When he recovers a little, the other person who had come to confront Marcus with him has walked away. He follows them, if only because he wants some kind of reassurance that what he hasn't witnessed hasn't been witnessed alone, and is in time to hear the last of what they say. "A cycle of events," he adds, thinking of what Marcus had said, before it all unhappened the first time.
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2016 9:33 pm
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Preacher Maria | 22/22 +1 combat, + 1 persuasion, -1 combat (glitch)
"Mebbe it can be modified to contain a rift - it contained Sunny afored - sorta, but I doubt I'da get answers from her right now," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. This Sunny was different, too, less vibrant; like there had been too much of her self contained. Or rather, Sunny was the cage created and... if she was the receptacle, what if this one was empty? The newcomer was given a nod as Preacher tried to process things.
She looked at Asiya, Chris, Arthur. "Why is Sunny like that - like she's empty or unfinished or somethin'?" Preacher probably should have asked how to make a new sigil, but she didn't really wanna have to poach someone on it today.
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Daekie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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prolixity rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2016 10:03 pm
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2016 11:58 am
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Preacher Maria |22/22 +1 combat, +1 persuasion, -1 combat(glitch), -1 persuasion(Arthur only)
She scowled when her foot didn't make contact with Arthur's shin. "Yeah, well, ******** you n' tha horse you rode in on," she muttered. There were always alternatives - there had to be - that didn't leave a girl like a goddamn robot. With a deep breath, she turned to the other girls in the group around her.
"Can one o' you go n' ask his ********' highness over there which glyphs we need ta use to seal up the rift? I'd go but y'know-" She shrugged. "-I think m'foot would find his idiot shin again, so..." Or maybe they needed to protect whomever was the subject of that shooting. She rubbed her forehead before turning back to Asiya and Chris.
"So how d'you make a new one, then? What do I do asides from drawin' it?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2016 4:15 pm
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"Drawing it isn't always required," Asiya seems to not notice at all what transpires, instead watching Preacher as she spoke.
"People can represent each part, but they must choose it. Willing is best, unwilling is worst- Three people can represent each symbol," she repeats, almost as if she's broken, "but then you would need a focal point. Something of great magical power."
Her head twists, the hijab falling further.
"Sunny," she says, "it should be Sunny. She is the best choice." She blinks. "I don't- How do I know-" She looks to her hands. "Why am I so old?" Asiya shudders and resets, looking blankly at the group again.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2016 5:07 pm
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Preacher Maria | 22/22 -1 combat(glitch), -1 persuasion(Arthur*winkwonk*), +1 combat, +1 persuasion
She opened her mouth to speak and then shut it. Well, ******** doo. Wakey, wakey, eggs and ******** the hell up. It seemed pretty clear what they all had to do. Become the sigil and hope it didn't damn Sunny three ways to Sunday in 9 decades from now.
"Hey, girlie-" Preacher looked at Veronica and then glanced around. "HEY, WATERBOY! C'MERE." She looked back at Veronica. "Look, we gotta like... go pow-wow around Sunny - you can be tha stars, I'm the sword, ******** over there can be the crown. I think we gotta do this to make things ********' work. You in; you feelin' magical?" She snapped her fingers. It would either work or they'd look dumb as ********. Preacher hoped the former.
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