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As You Wish [Worm x Exalted]

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    • Interlude: Danny

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    It surprised him a great deal that a person could both be grateful to someone, and at the same time resent them so much that it burned a hole in his heart when he thought about it.

    The cause of this strange juxtaposition was bustling in the kitchen, preparing his dinner for the evening. He was a full grown man. He didn't need any help to cook his goddamned dinner! But even so, he couldn't help but feel relieved that he wasn't forced to get up out of his stupor and cook for himself.

    "Nearly done Danny!" The acolyte called out from the kitchen, the smell of sizzling bacon wafting in and making his stomach rumble in hunger.

    Danny sighed to himself, before he grabbed the remote and switched off the television that had been spewing out nothing but chatter for the last four hours. He dragged himself painfully off of the couch, wincing as his knees popped audibly, and he made his way over to the table.

    Pulling out a seat, Danny couldn't help but wonder why Anna, who for some inscrutable reason had never liked him, had made the point of sending one of her own to look after him after… after Taylor had disappeared.

    At the thought of his girl, Danny couldn't help but bury his face in his hands as a sob began to crawl up his throat.

    He'd fucked up. It was the only thought that kept going through his head lately, followed by long periods of emptiness. He should have tried to get her to talk more, he should have been more firm with her telling him about school, heck he should have just been more aware of the goings on in his teenage daughter's school life! Heck, wasn't itsome big parenting thing to keep an eye on your kid during the emotional roller coaster that was the teenage years? It certainly seemed like something that you were supposed to do as a parent.

    A part of him wanted to blame Taylor for not doing the simple thing and talking to him, so that he could've intervened earlier, but he knew that wasn't fair. Taylor was only fifteen, a kid; of course she wouldn't talk to him about this kind of stuff, she was just akid! It wasn't her job to be practical and reasonable, it was his!

    And he'd failed on a fantastic level.

    So deep in his depression was he, that he barely heard the Acolyte's phone ring and her answer.

    "Hello! Meredith here! Oh hi Anna, is everything okay? Wait what, really! Oh that's such good news!"

    The door to the kitchen flung open and the young priestess in training flew out through the door and into the sitting room, her face flushed and her curly blond hair a frazzle. The biggest smile was on her face though, one that showed off her dimples, and her green eyes flashed with glee.

    "Danny! They found her," She rushed. "They found Taylor, she's okay!"

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    • Chapter 4.1: Experimentation

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    I had fallen into a light slumber after Lucent's revelation, my guest? Partner? Whatever having gone quiet, so that I could get some time to myself to absorb the recent events that transpired.

    Like Lung! I think most people would need a bit of a rest after dealing with that cape, I'm sure. Not to mention the whole blessed by the gods thing. It wasn't everyday that a person basically became Jesus after all, I was nearly certain of that. It was definitely a first for me anyway.

    I woke from my light sleep rather abruptly when a few beams of the morning light glared into my face.

    Groaning at searing pain; I rolled away from the cursed light and my eyes flickered open. I pulled myself out from the covers and forced myself to sit up, which was rather difficult. The bed was verycomfortable after all, and a rather sizable part of me just didn't want to get up.

    Yawning loudly enough that I felt my jaw crack, I stretched my arms out above my head for a few seconds before I let them flop back down to my sides.

    'Rise and shine, my Princess.'

    I jumped as Lucent greeted me; I had forgotten about the Deva spirit in all honesty, and his voice inside of my head had startled me.

    'It is going to take some getting used to, our new… Relationship I guess we would could call it?' I thought back once my heart began to still.

    'Heh, a period of adjustment is expected of course, both to my presence within you and your powers as a whole. For the latter, I am fully equipped to offer assistance as needed. The Unquestionable Orbailis personally tutored me in the required studies in his glass libraries.'

    'Wait a second, go back a bit,' I cut in. 'His libraries, with all of the books and scroll from ancient history cast from crystal glass and the forbidden knowledge buried within and the painful death from raining liquid glass, they're real!?'

    'Indeed, my most glorious Princess, they are very real. And as a Princess of the Green Sun, a peer within the city, you have near unlimited access to them and their secrets.'

    'Okay,' I thought, shock and glee rendering me stupid for a few moments. 'That is all kinds of sweet.'

    Lucent just chuckled at me.

    I decided that I had laid in bed for long enough, and I dragged myself out of the warm and soft blankets and sheets that were like water on my skin and the unbelievably fluffy pillows that were made out of stuff that would make a memory foam pillow weep in envy… (1)

    Well… I didn't have to get up right now. I mean, after last night I figured I deserved a good lay-in all things considered.

    'Princess…' Lucent said, his voice somehow at the same frequency that Dad used whenever he had drag me out of bed. (2)

    "Ugh, fine," I muttered back.

    Kicking off the covers, I reluctantly slid myself out of the illegally comfortable bed and onto the cold marble floor.

    "F-fucking wonderful," I cursed as a shiver shot up from my feet to the rest of me.

    There was a series of hesitant knocks on the door, barely loud enough for me to hear them.

    "E-Excuse me, Ms-s Hebert." A nervous voice spoke through the door, an acolyte most likely. "May I-I enter? I-if that is alright w-with you?"

    "Er, yeah, come on in," I said.

    The door opened with a creak and an acolyte in blue robe peaked through the gap and gulped nervously, before she stepped through the threshold.

    "Umm, E-excuse me, Ms. H-Hebert. But I have some clothes for you." She stuttered, placing the bundle onto a handy chair. "And, U-Um, Mother Anna w-would like to s-see you." She balked at her words, the colour draining from her face until green face turned a pale cabbage color, and hastily corrected herself. "A-At your discretion, of course."

    She bowed to me, before she ran as fast as decently possible out of the room in what I can only describe as pure and utter terror.

    I just stood there, staring at the space she had formerly occupied as my jaw fell open.

    'Well… I presume it is safe say that she is aware of your Princedom.' Lucent added, rather unnecessarily I had to say.

    "I noticed."

    'Come, my Princess, let us get dressed and head down to meet this Mother Anna. With me here you might at least be able to avoid the tedium of their explanation on your nature, and we can proceed onto the more interesting affairs.'

    "True, I suppose," I said, before I picked up the pile of clothes and felt myself gasp.

    It was a blue strapless dress with real silver embroidery everywhere on it and a lace cape thing attached to its arms and back. A silver necklace set with the brightest sapphires I had ever laid eyes on, a pair of black leather high heels, and a few wonderfully designed pairs of underwear completed the gift.

    'Hmph, my opinion of this cult just went up marginally. They evidently know how to treat a person of your stature.'

    "No kidding," I said as I felt the material of the dress with my hands. "This… This is too much! I-I couldn't accept all of this, how much must it have cost!?"

    'Taylor, you have been abused and browbeaten for so long that you have long forgotten that you have worth,'he said, not unkindly. 'Trust me when I say I understand, but things have changed for the better for you. For you, Taylor Annette Hebert, are blessed by Cecelyne to be a Priestess of the Yozi. Do not let those who have hurt and tormented you taint even this. Let yourself enjoy the gifts of your flock. You are a Princess of the Green Sun, their prophet. You deserve it all and more.'

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    A bit transitory, I know, but I promise that the next few bits shall more interesting.

    (1) The inordinate amount of thumathurgy that went into that bed is mind boggling.

    (2) She's still a teenager, they like to sleep through the mornings.
     
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    Why isn't the next snippet up here yet? It's already up over at SB...

    And while Devil-Tyrant Avatar is nice, she should really go for Demon Emperor... There's a really nice Heretical Charm that builds on it and Heuristic Logos...

    Emergent Viridian Angel Shintai
    Cost: 20 motes, 1 WP;
    Mins: Essence 6;
    Type: Simple
    Keywords: Obvious, Blasphemy, Form-Type, Shaping, Emotion
    Duration: One Scene
    Prerequisite Charms: Demon Emperor Shintai, Heuristic Logos Shintai, Emerald Angel Unfurling
    At first, the activation of this Charm appears to be identical to Demon Emperor Shintai. The Shinma cry out as the terrible keening cry of that-which-was-Theion resounds throughout the cosmos, the strands of Fate but spider webs to the King. But when the humiliation of what he has become strikes Malfeas, the Green Sun Prince declares that he is not his forebears. He asserts the self-control of the Emerald Angel, and he does not coalesce back into the Demon Emperor. Vast wings of colourless radiance spread out, burning sun-bright, and the terrible empyrean chaos wraps itself around bones of crystal and light. The colour shifts, from purest white, as the anima banner of the Exalt bleeds into it, but the edges and tips of the wing always retain this pure colour. This is the Emergent Viridian Angel; the unforeseen and unexpected product of the Reclamation, and a force of terrible stability and majesty.
    The Emergent Viridian Angel is between forty and eighty metres high, warstrider sized, a vast winged giant made of majesty. Its wings reach high above even it, sprouting forth from shoulders and waste and back and ankles, up hundreds of metres. It is almost inconceivable that such a thing came from within a human body, even an Exalted one, yet that is the truth. Creation burns at its presence, for the world cannot face the Pyrian fires unshielded by crystal, and the former majesty of its King, yet the will of the Angel forces it to face its fragility.
    The character counts as a unit with Magnitude equal to the highest of his Charisma, Essence or Intelligence in Mass Combat. Enemies do not benefit from Magnitude, unless they are the same scale as the Angel.

    Creation burns from the majesty of the Angel, still too confined for others to be safe. All non-sapient wildlife and plant-like within visual range of the Angel, up to a limit of Essence miles, around it die in the terrible light, burning with a colourless, cold flame to fall to the ground as snow-like ash. All bodies of water in the area shift permanently, as a Shaping effect, to something that is no-longer water; viscous, red, and smelling faintly of blood. The Wyld fares worse; everything that the light of the Angel shines upon is made permanently part of Creation, and counts as something that the character shaped with Creative Convergences of Principles for the purposes of that Charm.
    All characters must pass a Valour check after seeing the Angel for the first time, or lose a point of Willpower as an Emotion effect. This roll must be made again, every time the Angel injures the character.
    Torrential gales form, a vast hurricane centred on the character. All ranged weapons used within Essence x 100 metres of the Angel suffer an external penalty of the character's Essence.
    Emerald Angel Unfurling activates for free upon the activation of this Charm. Moreover, the number of wings increases to the highest of Essence or Integrity, and the character regenerates one wing each time their DV refreshes.
    The activation of Counter-Conceptual Interposition does not count as a Charm activation for the character, although they may choose not to. Should they chose to make use of this, though, the defence always manifests in the same way; as a wall of geometrical shapes, cast of the colour of the Infernal's anima.
    The character may fly with their wings, as if under the effects of Ascendant Objectivity Stance.
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    Gonna be honest here, that is fucking Awesome, with a capital A.

    It won't be used in this story, Taylor favours Malfeas as her Chosen Yozi and as such will probably draw a lot of her charms from there.

    But my friend @Khepri, is working on a ZnT/Exalted story and would probably love it.
     
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    greensun said:
    The Unquestionable Orabilis personally tutored me in the required studies in his glass libraries.
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    Orbailis > Orabilis

    greensun said:
    'Wait a second, go back a bit,' I cut in. 'His libraries, with all of the books and scroll from ancient history cast from crystal glass and the forbidden knowledge buried within and the painful death from raining liquid glass, they're real!?'

    'Indeed, my most glorious Princess, they are very real. And as a Princess of the Green Sun, a peer within the city, you have near unlimited access to them and their secrets.'

    'Okay,' I thought, shock and glee rendering me stupid for a few moments. 'That is all kinds of sweet.'
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    I like Taylor's priorities.

    @Finagle007, do you have a source for that charm?
     
    I wonder what is going to happen to Brockton Bay, since the Church of the Yozi now has what is there closest equivalent to Jesus Christ in their midst.
     
    azoicennead said:
    Single typo found:

    Orbailis > Orabilis


    I like Taylor's priorities.
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    Taylor was a big bookworm, before everything went to shit. And I like that aspect of her character; its a humanizing hobby that many of us can relate to. It annoys me that so many different authors often just forget about it in favor of larger mecha suits and the like.

    @Finagle007, do you have a source for that charm?
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    http://forum.rpg.net/archive/index.php/t-549945.html
     
    Deathwings said:
    So, in how many pieces was the house's front door left after Danny kicked his way through it in his hurry ? Inquisitive mind want to know. ;)
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    More like he broke a few traffic laws, and terrified the poor Acolyte.

    Also, her is a Charm, provide by Matthew Gunther.

    Mandates of the Demon-Prophet
    Cost: 6m, 1wp; Mins: Essence 2; Type: Simple (Speed 6 in long ticks)
    Keywords: Combo-OK, Emotion, Social
    Duration: Instant
    Prerequisite Charms: Demonic Primacy of Essence
    Proclaiming a law unto the masses, the Infernal rolls (Charisma + Performance) as a social attack. All characters whose MDV is overcome by the attack immediately gain an Intimacy of devotion towards the law dictated by the Infernal, which does not count against the character's maximum number of sustainable Intimacies. Laws named with this Charm are considered to be among the laws of Hell, although they cannot contradict any tenet of Cecelyne's doctrine. This unnatural mental influence may be resisted by spending two Willpower, although characters whose Essence exceeds the Infernal's own need not spend Willpower to resist. At Essence 3, the Infernal adds (Essence) bonus dice to her social attack roll.


    The Demented One
     
    kinglugia said:
    What're her doctrines again? Was it "The Strong Rule, The Weak Obey"?
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    That's the core of it. There's a bunch of speciics, like "first circle demons may not look at the shade of blue we surround our laws with (I suspect Taylor's dress is that shade, as she's a Malefactor wearing blue), and ignorance of the law is no excuse."
     
    Me likey. Taylor receives authority, and associated reverence and/or fear, and needs to get accustoumed to it.

    Though I hiccuped on the line 'basically became Jesus'. She received a Yozi-cult socialization, and while of course she'll know Christian motives and imagery, there's no reason for her to illustrate the concept of Green Sun Princessdom, which she would be more familiar with from her upbringing, with a comparison to Christianity... except for the (on average, Christian-socialized) reader's benefit.
     
    Yla said:
    Me likey. Taylor receives authority, and associated reverence and/or fear, and needs to get accustoumed to it.

    Though I hiccuped on the line 'basically became Jesus'. She received a Yozi-cult socialization, and while of course she'll know Christian motives and imagery, there's no reason for her to illustrate the concept of Green Sun Princessdom, which she would be more familiar with from her upbringing, with a comparison to Christianity... except for the (on average, Christian-socialized) reader's benefit.
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    She's an American, even if she isn't a Christian a lot of Americans are, and as such she's absorbed a lot of the culture.
     
    The Modern American Nation ( and not the one they murdered) was literally founded on Christianity and Greed.
     
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