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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 11, 2005 4:51:19 GMT -5
After a terrible night, the Indian shaman and the former military man investigating a mansion have rushed down when hearing screaming to see the lobster sushi and lobster a l'orange for today being prepared.
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Post by kazuzic on Nov 21, 2005 1:52:44 GMT -5
Hell yeah! If we can get Tyler I would be very willing to continue this scenario. Though my memory is a bit fuzzy, could you recap a bit of what's happened? I could probably get Tyler by telling him I'll GM him in Mandate if he comes here. *grin*
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 21, 2005 2:15:48 GMT -5
Excellent.
You two were investigating into a house that was going to be put up for auction. You had fought the person who used draperies tied to his body to fight you. After having done that, you woke up from screaming, ran down to the kitchen, and found a lobster being cooked up for the brunch.
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Post by Ominai on Nov 21, 2005 2:35:10 GMT -5
We all love lobsters here, but the screaming was very uncalled for
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Post by kazuzic on Nov 21, 2005 2:44:49 GMT -5
Fred, do you think you could recap our characters abilities real quick? Then maybe we could continue the scenario?
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Post by Ominai on Nov 21, 2005 2:50:31 GMT -5
That would be wonderful, I'm not positive exactly what my Mercenaries abilities entail... if you know what I'm drifting at... I remember him having access to various military weapons and a GT40, but I'm not sure what his alter ego consists of entirely
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 21, 2005 2:53:38 GMT -5
Tyler: You were a soldier who was kicked out of the Army after a... mishap in Special Forces. [It was essentially your Nightbane character.]
Mike: You were a Native American shaman, with various spiritual warding skills and the power of OLD! [Plus something more... furry.]
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Post by Ominai on Nov 21, 2005 3:12:23 GMT -5
Awesome, now I remember, it was a graceful dischage thankyou very much, and they gave me a lot of money to not cause a fuss about the whole situation. So I didn't say anything and I was satisfied with my cash.
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Post by kazuzic on Nov 21, 2005 3:14:42 GMT -5
Haha, so are we ready to continue this scenario? Maybe Fred should do a more in-depth run down of what happened.. I remember something involving me dueling some spirit in the basement of the mansion. I also remember Tyler hitting on some chick in a tree that was trying to eat him...
My memory sucks.
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Post by Ominai on Nov 21, 2005 3:17:38 GMT -5
We both dueled the fruit that was in the basement, and you finally witnessed my character in his.... truer form
I dont remember hitting on any tree person that tried to eat me, I hit on a girl and a tree tried to eat US if my memory serves me correctly.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 21, 2005 3:26:36 GMT -5
"Awesome, now I remember, it was a graceful dischage thankyou very much, and they gave me a lot of money to not cause a fuss about the whole situation. So I didn't say anything and I was satisfied with my cash."
Yeah, it's called "hush money". You deserved a dishonorable discharge... according to their version of events. But what happened was complex enough that a court martial may have played poorly in Peoria.
"Haha, so are we ready to continue this scenario? Maybe Fred should do a more in-depth run down of what happened.. I remember something involving me dueling some spirit in the basement of the mansion. I also remember Tyler hitting on some chick in a tree that was trying to eat him.."
Tyler went to the arboretum, dealt with living vines that attacked him and some hippy girl, then they went outside and had a moment while the sun came down. You're splicing two separate, though temporally proximate, events.
You fought some sort of mummy-ish thing on your own when you slipped through the ground, then you and Tyler later went down and battled a spirit and got a minor blessing from it (minor increase in ax ability and a nascent Native American warrior skill set).
Anyways: The butler says, "Now that confusion is resolved, you may return to sleep if you wish. The meal will be finished soon."
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Post by Ominai on Nov 21, 2005 3:30:37 GMT -5
IC: I trudge off to bed not angrily, but not overly happy at the lack of ability to use the adrenaline built up from the thought of saving some screaming victim of another one of the atrocities of this mannor.
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Post by kazuzic on Nov 21, 2005 3:35:59 GMT -5
IC: I stay in the kitchen with the butler. I'm not too tired anyway, and I might as well have some company while writing up some spirit wards.
OOC: Did my character have a name? I forget...
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 21, 2005 3:47:53 GMT -5
Some of the other guests seem to be getting up. The hippy trust fund chick is enjoying the morning. (Ty, do bear in mind: You nearly got your ass kicked by draperies last night. Adrenaline... not so much. Mike: You are more tired than you would imagine, as you've only had a few interrupted hours of sleep, though of course you can remain up if you wish.)
OOC: Mike, I'm not sure. Make one up.
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Post by Ominai on Nov 21, 2005 3:49:56 GMT -5
Well of course my character didnt want to kill things all night long, but tired or no there would be unused adrenaline that would wear him out enough to sleep until the meal was ready.
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Post by Ominai on Nov 21, 2005 3:50:49 GMT -5
IC: I will sleep until I am summoned for my lobster enjoyment
OOC: I need to think of a character name as well
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 21, 2005 3:54:39 GMT -5
I should probably split you guys into two then. On to Private! (Unless Tyler wants to wait until Mike works out what's going on - might be slightly better from a continuity perspective.)
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Post by Ominai on Nov 21, 2005 3:56:32 GMT -5
I'm completely fine with that, I imagine I wont have time to get a much sleep anyways, so it wont be too long.
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Post by kazuzic on Nov 21, 2005 4:01:18 GMT -5
IC: I want to make idle chat with the butler, see what information I can get about the previous owner. (How many wards can I get written up?)
OOC: I'll come up with a name...
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 21, 2005 4:08:09 GMT -5
The butler says, "The previous owner was a great man. He was from the great LeStrange family. A quiet man, quiet man indeed." He speaks with hushed, reverential tones, as if the imposing presence of his former master still filled the very halls.
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Post by kazuzic on Nov 21, 2005 4:13:23 GMT -5
IC: "I see... Day say that da spirits of great ones linger in da places dey feel most at peace. Maybe he be here wit us right now? You never be knowin. Da spirits can be fickle, they can." I start to pull out my bone charms and start trying to make contact with the former master.
OOC: Haha, I like my bone charms.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 21, 2005 4:23:00 GMT -5
The butler draws up. "Do not be so superstitious! Mr. LeStrange was a devout Christian. He battled his demons, yes, but all along he kept this house... Well, safe, of course, and well taken care of. He managed his family's businesses while his ingrate sisters and brothers went off to soirees in Bermuda and les carnavals in Martinique. He worked himself to the bone and never married, though of course he had his share of suitresses. The man is in Heaven, not in this plane!" Some great pain is present, as if some intimate connection between the man and the mansion is unspoken.
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Post by kazuzic on Nov 21, 2005 4:46:09 GMT -5
IC: Surpised look, with a hint of disappointment. I slowly pack up my bone charms. "We all be believin' in different things sir... Da spirits have funny ways of doin tings, and I don't dare be tryin to figure dem out... I just try to figure out the important details... You a good spirit man, I see you did you're master well. Here, take dis charm, carry it close to you. You may not be believin in da spirits, but day be believin in you... Day watch over you wit dis charm, strong spirit. He do you good like you do your master." I give him one of my charms, preferrably a feather of some sort, so he doesn't get weirded out by a bone or something.
OOC: I don't know if this is possible, but I was wondering if I could have a spirit act as kind of a spy on this guy. If not then I'll just have one protecting him... I'm not sure I really trust this dude, but I figure I can get a sign of trust and use it as a spy tool, or at least give him a bit of protection in case he's a good guy.
IC: I'm going to give him the charm then leave the kitchen, go get a bit of meditation and rest before starting a new day.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 21, 2005 4:56:21 GMT -5
The butler looks at it. He seems torn between trying to be polite and honoring the memory of his old master. Then he says, "I appreciate the gesture. Thank you. His memory does protect us, I think."
OOC: You can try to bargain for a spirit to do so , but the data they'll tell you will be somewhat nebulous.
The butler calls out as you leave, "Brunch will be ready in two hours."
I'll edit and describe what happens afterwards tomorrow.
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Post by kazuzic on Nov 23, 2005 5:53:50 GMT -5
OOC: Are we going to be continuing this seperately in the Private Channel from now on?
Edit: After it's made...
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 23, 2005 13:23:34 GMT -5
OOC: Nah, I think it's okay if this is public.
Edit: The shaman (Ward Fox! That's his name!) heads out into the massive lobby. The young socialite and the magician (avec thugs) aren't here, but the bureaucrat, the tech geek and the elderly woman are. The massive TV is currently set to a 24 hour news network, which is doing a program about stocks. The bureaucrat is currently arguing for more government control of the stock market and guaranteed pensions, while the tech guy tentatively supports the position and the elderly woman raises her nose at the very broaching of the topic.
Suddenly, a thick fog begins to pour through into the room. It appears that the fog simply is pouring in from the outside, but also through the floorboards and from the ceiling and pluming through the walls. It feels frigid, almost deathly. Cursing in French is heard from the room above. But the socialite is nowhere to be found...
Tyler: You're awakened again, this time by the pungent smell of smoke.
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Post by kazuzic on Nov 23, 2005 18:14:10 GMT -5
IC: Throw down a couple spirit wards and quickly try to gather everyone in the room, attempting to get them to a safer place. If they won't go willingly I'll carry them (I'm old, but not weak), once outside I want to direct them to stay close together and (quickly) take them to my room. If possible grabbing Tyler when I'm there so we can investigate the French cursing together.
OOC: He's room was right next to mine, right? Also, just wanted to remind you that my room is like a spiritual fortress with all the wards and a circle of protection in the center and everything.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 23, 2005 19:21:57 GMT -5
IC: The people are quite willing to move along with the shaman, though quite scared and practically blinded. The fog is so thick that only a few feet of visibility is afforded; the TV is completely obscured, though the sound continues. Le Baron calls out, "What ze hell? Did one of you fools leave ze burner on?" The fog is quickly filling the house. The werewolf rushes to his room, Le Baron and his thugs following in panic, the whole menagerie bumping into tables, tripping on stairs, and generally getting a few more bruises than expected. Upon opening the door, a strange light surrounds the group. Sounds of bumping, laughing, and general action fill the house, as well as distorted ballroom music. And sitting on the bed, though rising slightly above it (as if actually sitting in a larger chair), the visage of Mr. LeStrange awaits, bled of all color. In a jerky motion, the image turns its head and then opens its mouth. A scream that seems to shake the very house and come from every part of it, moving like a detonation, calls "GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE!" The cold fog continues to rise... OOC: I'm perfectly aware. At this point, it's something YOU might want to bear in mind.
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Post by kazuzic on Nov 24, 2005 19:34:42 GMT -5
OOC: Wait-Is he hovering about the bed in MY room?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Nov 25, 2005 1:51:16 GMT -5
OOC: Yep. In your room.
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