Arata helps Ellie-May experiment with the golden blood on her hawk necklace
Rolled a 92 = 92
In Ellie-May's home they poured a couple more drops of golden blood on the car ornament, she had Tatsuya help since Arron would probably be against messing anything magic without good reason after what happened with Skeet, Kaine, and Zach, but Arata was less of the role model type then Arron and was on good terms so he was solid choice
Arata read through a couple hundred verses online to check any abrahamic stuff involving golden blood, Ellie-May decided to do one last test and whispered the final words her brother said to her into the necklace "Take this cool shiny shit"
And in a burst of heavenly light, it was no longer a simple ornament, it was an object of POWER
Apparently the golden blood from an angel's touch, the emotional significance of the item to the owner, and the fact it was put together was evocative enough to cause something magical to find it fitting
The hawk turned into some golden glowing sword, radiant with holy light
"AAAAAA!"
"AAAAAA!"
Ellie-May and Arata began screaming, she threw the blade away and it hit the wall aftering returning back to ornament mode, the both of them immediately kicked the door open and ran out of the trailer yelling like banshees
A minute later after the gas leak causing them to freak out like that was fixed, they went back inside, picked up the hawk ornament, and Ellie-May raised the blade into the air dramatically and named it "The HAWK-SABER!" After a weapon her son's character had on his dnd sheet
Ellie-May Farley
X - Wears a necklace her big brother gave her before he died from lung cancer, it used to be a hood ornament from his car, shaped like a hawk, he loved to street race
- Wears a necklace her big brother gave her before he died from lung cancer, it used to be a hood ornament from his car, shaped like a hawk, he loved to street race, after being blessed by her golden blood it became the HAWK-SABER
HAWK-SABER
- Hood ornament blessed by golden blood from Ellie-May after a angelic encounter, can transform into a badass angelic blade
Rory walks around town looking for interesting things.
Encounter roll is 2 = Bad Encounter
Rory was having a pleasant walk through town, and heard something from an old building, something like a baby crying, he turned to look around, checking if this was magic or not by the reactions of passers-by
No reaction to the cries, he got his cards out and held some close to his vitals so he could at least predict if something were to aim at them
He walked up the derelict stairs, beams of light illuminating the dust filled halls through broken shards of window glass
It smelled like dust and mold, a forgotten place, there was some recent graffiti on the wall, and as he got closer he heard crying alongside that of the baby
Then he saw it, an old wooden door where both sets of sobbing came from, Rory pressed his air against it, the wood was soft yet dry, white pain peeling off, the scent of lead in it
He grabbed the rusted handle, being careful to not cut himself on it, and slowly opened it, allowing both cries to become more clear
It was a playroom, it hasn't been used in a long time, the blue sky wallpaper fading from the years, a thin layer of dust covering a leftover toy just laying on the ground, a crib was in the centre of the room, that's where the crying of the baby came from
The other sound was coming from a graffiti artist, as proven by the paint on his hoodie, the bag full of spray paint, and a dropped spray can beside him as he lay on the floor, uncontrollably sobbing
Rory stepped towards the crib, leaned over, and looked within i-
LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE FACE/HANDS/EYES LOOK AT THE LITTLE BUNDLE OF JOY AND POTENTIAL
WHY WAS I BORN IF I WAS TO BE TAKEN AWAY SO SOON?
LITTLE HUSK LITTLE HUSK LITTLE HUSK LITTLE HUSK LITTLE HUSK
THEY'RE HOLDING YOUR HAND AND GIGGLING SO SWEETLY, SO PRECIOUS
THE TOYS NEVER GOT TO BE PLAYED WITH
MOMMA'S LEANING ON THE EDGE, SHE IS SHEDDING ENOUGH TEARS TO FLOOD THE EARTH
THIS IS NO PLACE OF JOY
Rory was shaken awake by the graffiti artist who looked into his teary eyes knowingly, he sat there holding Rory's hand to comfort him for moments that felt like hours, which the young fortune teller was grateful for, then the graffiti artist let go, got his stuff, and silently walked away
Our trailer-trash walked home as well, when he went to sleep at night, no matter what kinda dream he had, there was always faint crying in the distance
Rory Mcclain
- Hears the crying of a baby in the distance of his dreams