Week 2: Turn 13
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
13th January 2011
After returning home, Danny and Taylor sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by sheets of paper covered in their brainstorming ideas for reagents. Taylor tapped her pen against her chin, deep in thought.
"We need something that represents space," Danny mused, looking at the list. "Maybe a map of the city or a model of the Earth?"
Taylor nodded. "For transportation, how about something from our first vacation? Like a bus ticket or a picture of the train station we went to?"
Danny smiled, liking the idea. "And for money, maybe a coin from the year Annet and I met or a receipt from our first dinner together?"
Taylor's eyes lit up. "I like that! It's personal and meaningful."
Her face then went slack and Taylor hesitantly voiced her feelings. "I... I don't want to destroy these reminders of happier times," she said. "I don't wanna lose more stuff that reminds me of Mom, those three already stole Mom's flute……" she trailed off even as Danny listened, understanding.
He reached out, giving her a reassuring hug. "I understand, Taylor," he said softly. "We won't use anything of Annett's. I promise." Taylor nodded, a weight lifted off her shoulders.
As Danny and Taylor sat down, Danny suggested, "What if we use something that symbolizes your journey, your resilience, and your recovery?"
Taylor's eyes widened as she realized what he was suggesting. "You mean my wheelchair? The one I used when I first came home from the hospital? The one that took me to the Boardwalk and led me to meet Panacea?"
Danny nodded, understanding the significance of the wheelchair in Taylor's life. "Yes, exactly. It's a symbol of your strength and the turning point that brought you back into my life and helped you start on a new journey."
Taylor smiled softly, touched by the idea. "I think that's perfect. Now for money?" Taylor asks. "Maybe a coin from the settlement?"
"A coin from the settlement could work." Danny said as he considered its significance. "It represents the resolution of a conflict and the value of justice. But one problem though."
"What's that Dad?" Taylor asked.
"We haven't received any settlement amount yet." Danny said with a smile.
Taylor's eyes widened. "Oh, right. We should wait until we actually have the settlement before we use it."
Danny nodded. "Exactly. Let's keep that in mind for when the time comes."
They continued to brainstorm other ideas for the reagent of money, considering items with personal significance and historical weight.
"But wait Dad, we got this Coin." Taylor said, taking it out.
Danny's eyes widened in surprise as Taylor produced the coin. "Where did you get that?"
Taylor grinned. "I found it in the attic a while back. It belonged to Grandma. She said it was a lucky coin she kept from her travels."
Danny took the coin, examining it closely. "This could work. It has sentimental value and represents luck and fortune. Plus, it's been in the family for years. It's perfect."
Taylor smiled. "Great! That's two down. What's next?"
Danny thought for a moment. "For space, we could use..."
Danny trailed off before getting up and making his way to the attic. As Danny climbed the attic stairs, memories flooded back. This attic had been a repository for their past, a place where old memories lay hidden, waiting to be rediscovered. Taylor followed closely behind, her curiosity piqued by her father's sudden inspiration.
"What are we looking for, Dad?" she asked, scanning the cluttered space.
"I'm not entirely sure," Danny replied, his eyes scanning the shelves and boxes. "But I think there might be something up here that could work."
Together, they began to sift through the boxes, careful not to disturb the delicate balance of memories and dust that filled the attic. After a few minutes of searching, Danny's hand brushed against something solid and rectangular.
"I think I've found it," he said as he pulled something out.
As Danny unfolded the old roadmap, memories flooded back. This map had been a constant companion during his time as a teen in Brockton Bay, a guide to navigate the city's streets and alleys. Taylor leaned in, her eyes tracing the faded lines and familiar landmarks.
"This could work," Danny said, pointing to a particular spot on the map. "It's a symbol of our journeys, the paths we've taken, and the roads we've traveled."
Taylor nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "It's perfect, Dad," she said. "It's a reminder of the places we've been and the adventures we've had."
With their final reagent in hand, Danny and Taylor descended from the attic, ready to complete their ritual.
As Danny and Taylor approached the abandoned warehouse, their footsteps muffled by the overgrown weeds and cracked pavement, Taylor took the lead, her senses sharp. She moved with the caution of a seasoned scout, her insects scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement or danger.
The warehouse loomed before them, its windows shattered, and its walls covered in graffiti. To anyone passing by, it was just another forgotten building in the city's outskirts, but to Danny and Taylor, it was the key to their next step.
Taylor signaled for Danny to stay back as her insects crawled around the area, their movements silent and deliberate. She checked each corner, each shadow, ensuring that they were alone. Satisfied, she motioned for Danny to join her.
Together, they entered the warehouse, the air thick with dust and the smell of decay. Danny took out the item they had gathered, the old roadmap, Taylor's wheelchair, and the coin and placed them in the center of the room.
Danny stood in the center of the abandoned warehouse, his eyes closed in concentration. With a deep breath, he began to channel his telekinetic powers, focusing on the ground beneath him. Slowly, the concrete began to shift and move, molding itself into a perfect circle around him.
Taylor watched in awe as Danny's powers drilled and carved the ground, forming intricate runes and symbols with incredible precision. The ground seemed to obey his every command, bending and shaping itself to his will.
As Danny continued to work, the air around them began to shimmer with a faint, otherworldly light. The runes glowed with a soft, ethereal glow, casting strange shadows on the walls of the warehouse.
Finally, with a final flourish, Danny completed the ritual circle, stepping back to admire his handiwork. The ground was now a work of art, a perfect canvas for their sorcerous workings.
Taylor approached him, her eyes wide with amazement. "That was incredible, Dad," she said, her voice filled with awe. "I had no idea you could do that."
Danny smiled, a sense of pride swelling within him. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Taylor," he said, his voice filled with determination. "But keep a lookout, I'll finish this quickly."
Lost 3 Willpower-> Now at 4/7.
As Danny placed the three items in a triangle position within the ritual circle, he felt a surge of energy coursing through him. The air around them seemed to hum with power, and the runes on the ground glowed brighter.
With a deep breath, Danny began to speak in a language that was old and long-forgotten, yet somehow familiar. The words flowed from his lips effortlessly, carrying with them a sense of ancient wisdom and power.
As he spoke, the items in the circle began to glow with a soft, ethereal light. The wheelchair shimmered with a faint, golden aura, the roadmap glowed with a soft, blue light, and the settlement coin radiated a warm, comforting glow.
Taylor watched in awe as the items began to float off the ground, hovering in the air above the circle. They spun slowly, as if caught in a gentle breeze, and a feeling of peace washed over her.
Danny's voice grew louder, filling the warehouse with its ancient power. He spoke of space, of transportation, of money, and of the bonds that tied them together. He spoke of memories, of love, of loss, and of new beginnings.
As the ritual progressed, the items in the circle began to lose their physical form, their essences merging with the intricate patterns of the ritual circle.
The circle itself glowed with a soft, pulsating light, the energy of the reagents infusing it with power. The air felt charged, and a sense of tranquility settled over the area.
And then, with a final, resounding chant, Danny brought his hands together, and the circle vanished. A brilliant light exploded from the center of where the circle once was, blinding them both for a moment.
When the light faded, Danny and Taylor found themselves staring at a pile of raw material, gold, silver, diamonds, all in its raw, unprocessed form.
Danny and Taylor stared in awe at the pile of raw riches before them. The once-empty warehouse was now filled with the glint of precious metals and gemstones, casting a surreal glow around them.
"I... I can't believe it," Taylor whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.
"It worked," Danny said, barely able to contain his excitement.
Then, in the dimly lit warehouse, the air crackled with residual energy from the completed ritual. Danny and Taylor stood straight as several towering figures materialized before them. These were the Demon Prison Guards, their forms imposing yet strangely comforting.
"We pledge our loyalty to you, Master," one of them intoned, their voice deep and resonant.
Danny nodded. He knew they couldn't stay long, only here to do one and only one duty. "Thank you. We have a task for you. We need you to transport wealth, every week to the pickup point and return. Can you assist us with that?"
The guards nodded in unison, their eyes glowing faintly with a dim light. "It shall be done, Master," another guard replied.
With that, the guards set to work, efficiently gathering the raw materials into bundles. Danny and Taylor watched in amazement as the guards effortlessly lifted the heavy loads and literally vanished, turning immaterial as they marched towards the pickup point.
As they faded into the shadows, Danny turned to Taylor, a sense of accomplishment and relief washing over him. They had succeeded, and now, they could focus on the next steps of their journey.
"We did it," Danny said, his voice filled with awe.
Taylor nodded, her eyes shining with tears. "We did," she said. "We really did."
CHOICE:
Ok, now you are looking for hideouts. You will have your headquarters when you start your hero team but also need a backup for more...private matters. So here, your choice is not the main headquarters but the back up lair.
Now some of these seem remote? Do not worry, you can make rituals to create "Fairy" circles that allow people to "fast" travel. So go with rule of cool and use Sorcery to make it convenient if that is what you want.
[] Caves or Caverns
- Coastal areas often have natural caves or caverns that can serve as hidden locations. These can be difficult to access and provide natural camouflage.
[] Abandoned Buildings
- Old warehouses, factories, or other structures near the coast could offer hidden spaces for a hideout. These buildings may be less frequented and provide a degree of privacy.
[] Cliffside Hideouts
- Cliff faces overlooking the sea can provide secluded spots, especially if they have natural overhangs or ledges that can conceal a hideout.
[] Boathouses or Marinas
- Boathouses or marinas can offer easy access to the water for escape routes and provide a cover for a hideout among the various vessels.
[] Sea Caves
- Along with natural caves, sea caves carved into coastal cliffs by the action of the waves can provide hidden locations accessible only by sea.
[] Underwater Structures
- While more complex to construct, underwater structures or underwater entrances to hideouts can provide a high level of secrecy and security.
[] Coastal Forests
- Forested areas near the coast can offer cover and seclusion, especially if they are not heavily trafficked by people.
After returning home, Danny and Taylor sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by sheets of paper covered in their brainstorming ideas for reagents. Taylor tapped her pen against her chin, deep in thought.
"We need something that represents space," Danny mused, looking at the list. "Maybe a map of the city or a model of the Earth?"
Taylor nodded. "For transportation, how about something from our first vacation? Like a bus ticket or a picture of the train station we went to?"
Danny smiled, liking the idea. "And for money, maybe a coin from the year Annet and I met or a receipt from our first dinner together?"
Taylor's eyes lit up. "I like that! It's personal and meaningful."
Her face then went slack and Taylor hesitantly voiced her feelings. "I... I don't want to destroy these reminders of happier times," she said. "I don't wanna lose more stuff that reminds me of Mom, those three already stole Mom's flute……" she trailed off even as Danny listened, understanding.
He reached out, giving her a reassuring hug. "I understand, Taylor," he said softly. "We won't use anything of Annett's. I promise." Taylor nodded, a weight lifted off her shoulders.
As Danny and Taylor sat down, Danny suggested, "What if we use something that symbolizes your journey, your resilience, and your recovery?"
Taylor's eyes widened as she realized what he was suggesting. "You mean my wheelchair? The one I used when I first came home from the hospital? The one that took me to the Boardwalk and led me to meet Panacea?"
Danny nodded, understanding the significance of the wheelchair in Taylor's life. "Yes, exactly. It's a symbol of your strength and the turning point that brought you back into my life and helped you start on a new journey."
Taylor smiled softly, touched by the idea. "I think that's perfect. Now for money?" Taylor asks. "Maybe a coin from the settlement?"
"A coin from the settlement could work." Danny said as he considered its significance. "It represents the resolution of a conflict and the value of justice. But one problem though."
"What's that Dad?" Taylor asked.
"We haven't received any settlement amount yet." Danny said with a smile.
Taylor's eyes widened. "Oh, right. We should wait until we actually have the settlement before we use it."
Danny nodded. "Exactly. Let's keep that in mind for when the time comes."
They continued to brainstorm other ideas for the reagent of money, considering items with personal significance and historical weight.
"But wait Dad, we got this Coin." Taylor said, taking it out.
Danny's eyes widened in surprise as Taylor produced the coin. "Where did you get that?"
Taylor grinned. "I found it in the attic a while back. It belonged to Grandma. She said it was a lucky coin she kept from her travels."
Danny took the coin, examining it closely. "This could work. It has sentimental value and represents luck and fortune. Plus, it's been in the family for years. It's perfect."
Taylor smiled. "Great! That's two down. What's next?"
Danny thought for a moment. "For space, we could use..."
Danny trailed off before getting up and making his way to the attic. As Danny climbed the attic stairs, memories flooded back. This attic had been a repository for their past, a place where old memories lay hidden, waiting to be rediscovered. Taylor followed closely behind, her curiosity piqued by her father's sudden inspiration.
"What are we looking for, Dad?" she asked, scanning the cluttered space.
"I'm not entirely sure," Danny replied, his eyes scanning the shelves and boxes. "But I think there might be something up here that could work."
Together, they began to sift through the boxes, careful not to disturb the delicate balance of memories and dust that filled the attic. After a few minutes of searching, Danny's hand brushed against something solid and rectangular.
"I think I've found it," he said as he pulled something out.
As Danny unfolded the old roadmap, memories flooded back. This map had been a constant companion during his time as a teen in Brockton Bay, a guide to navigate the city's streets and alleys. Taylor leaned in, her eyes tracing the faded lines and familiar landmarks.
"This could work," Danny said, pointing to a particular spot on the map. "It's a symbol of our journeys, the paths we've taken, and the roads we've traveled."
Taylor nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "It's perfect, Dad," she said. "It's a reminder of the places we've been and the adventures we've had."
With their final reagent in hand, Danny and Taylor descended from the attic, ready to complete their ritual.
As Danny and Taylor approached the abandoned warehouse, their footsteps muffled by the overgrown weeds and cracked pavement, Taylor took the lead, her senses sharp. She moved with the caution of a seasoned scout, her insects scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement or danger.
The warehouse loomed before them, its windows shattered, and its walls covered in graffiti. To anyone passing by, it was just another forgotten building in the city's outskirts, but to Danny and Taylor, it was the key to their next step.
Taylor signaled for Danny to stay back as her insects crawled around the area, their movements silent and deliberate. She checked each corner, each shadow, ensuring that they were alone. Satisfied, she motioned for Danny to join her.
Together, they entered the warehouse, the air thick with dust and the smell of decay. Danny took out the item they had gathered, the old roadmap, Taylor's wheelchair, and the coin and placed them in the center of the room.
Danny stood in the center of the abandoned warehouse, his eyes closed in concentration. With a deep breath, he began to channel his telekinetic powers, focusing on the ground beneath him. Slowly, the concrete began to shift and move, molding itself into a perfect circle around him.
Taylor watched in awe as Danny's powers drilled and carved the ground, forming intricate runes and symbols with incredible precision. The ground seemed to obey his every command, bending and shaping itself to his will.
As Danny continued to work, the air around them began to shimmer with a faint, otherworldly light. The runes glowed with a soft, ethereal glow, casting strange shadows on the walls of the warehouse.
Finally, with a final flourish, Danny completed the ritual circle, stepping back to admire his handiwork. The ground was now a work of art, a perfect canvas for their sorcerous workings.
Taylor approached him, her eyes wide with amazement. "That was incredible, Dad," she said, her voice filled with awe. "I had no idea you could do that."
Danny smiled, a sense of pride swelling within him. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Taylor," he said, his voice filled with determination. "But keep a lookout, I'll finish this quickly."
Lost 3 Willpower-> Now at 4/7.
As Danny placed the three items in a triangle position within the ritual circle, he felt a surge of energy coursing through him. The air around them seemed to hum with power, and the runes on the ground glowed brighter.
With a deep breath, Danny began to speak in a language that was old and long-forgotten, yet somehow familiar. The words flowed from his lips effortlessly, carrying with them a sense of ancient wisdom and power.
As he spoke, the items in the circle began to glow with a soft, ethereal light. The wheelchair shimmered with a faint, golden aura, the roadmap glowed with a soft, blue light, and the settlement coin radiated a warm, comforting glow.
Taylor watched in awe as the items began to float off the ground, hovering in the air above the circle. They spun slowly, as if caught in a gentle breeze, and a feeling of peace washed over her.
Danny's voice grew louder, filling the warehouse with its ancient power. He spoke of space, of transportation, of money, and of the bonds that tied them together. He spoke of memories, of love, of loss, and of new beginnings.
As the ritual progressed, the items in the circle began to lose their physical form, their essences merging with the intricate patterns of the ritual circle.
The circle itself glowed with a soft, pulsating light, the energy of the reagents infusing it with power. The air felt charged, and a sense of tranquility settled over the area.
And then, with a final, resounding chant, Danny brought his hands together, and the circle vanished. A brilliant light exploded from the center of where the circle once was, blinding them both for a moment.
When the light faded, Danny and Taylor found themselves staring at a pile of raw material, gold, silver, diamonds, all in its raw, unprocessed form.
Danny and Taylor stared in awe at the pile of raw riches before them. The once-empty warehouse was now filled with the glint of precious metals and gemstones, casting a surreal glow around them.
"I... I can't believe it," Taylor whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.
"It worked," Danny said, barely able to contain his excitement.
Then, in the dimly lit warehouse, the air crackled with residual energy from the completed ritual. Danny and Taylor stood straight as several towering figures materialized before them. These were the Demon Prison Guards, their forms imposing yet strangely comforting.
"We pledge our loyalty to you, Master," one of them intoned, their voice deep and resonant.
Danny nodded. He knew they couldn't stay long, only here to do one and only one duty. "Thank you. We have a task for you. We need you to transport wealth, every week to the pickup point and return. Can you assist us with that?"
The guards nodded in unison, their eyes glowing faintly with a dim light. "It shall be done, Master," another guard replied.
With that, the guards set to work, efficiently gathering the raw materials into bundles. Danny and Taylor watched in amazement as the guards effortlessly lifted the heavy loads and literally vanished, turning immaterial as they marched towards the pickup point.
As they faded into the shadows, Danny turned to Taylor, a sense of accomplishment and relief washing over him. They had succeeded, and now, they could focus on the next steps of their journey.
"We did it," Danny said, his voice filled with awe.
Taylor nodded, her eyes shining with tears. "We did," she said. "We really did."
CHOICE:
Ok, now you are looking for hideouts. You will have your headquarters when you start your hero team but also need a backup for more...private matters. So here, your choice is not the main headquarters but the back up lair.
Now some of these seem remote? Do not worry, you can make rituals to create "Fairy" circles that allow people to "fast" travel. So go with rule of cool and use Sorcery to make it convenient if that is what you want.
[] Caves or Caverns
- Coastal areas often have natural caves or caverns that can serve as hidden locations. These can be difficult to access and provide natural camouflage.
[] Abandoned Buildings
- Old warehouses, factories, or other structures near the coast could offer hidden spaces for a hideout. These buildings may be less frequented and provide a degree of privacy.
[] Cliffside Hideouts
- Cliff faces overlooking the sea can provide secluded spots, especially if they have natural overhangs or ledges that can conceal a hideout.
[] Boathouses or Marinas
- Boathouses or marinas can offer easy access to the water for escape routes and provide a cover for a hideout among the various vessels.
[] Sea Caves
- Along with natural caves, sea caves carved into coastal cliffs by the action of the waves can provide hidden locations accessible only by sea.
[] Underwater Structures
- While more complex to construct, underwater structures or underwater entrances to hideouts can provide a high level of secrecy and security.
[] Coastal Forests
- Forested areas near the coast can offer cover and seclusion, especially if they are not heavily trafficked by people.
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