Fae Mood - A Flying Circus Quest

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You get smoking as a new vice which means Hilda's probably gonna regularly smoke from now on. Goddesses, of only pre-deal Hilda could see herself now.
 
Oh! Almost forgot! @Texas Red, thank you again for sharing your writing, but don't owe us a Godamn thing. NEVER feel bad about updates (particularly the lack there of), especially as your college workload increases!
 
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12-6 Firing The Gun
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    • [X] Take the Cig (engage in cigarette vice, roll with advantage)
    Roll Result: 20

    After a moment of hesitation decided to take the cigarette. Through massive force of will, determined to quell some of this anguish, you held the cigarette towards your mouth until the distant familiar sensation of a smoking device on your lips lethargically pinged in your head, before you willed a candle flame to the tip of your finger and ignited it.

    "Just suck on it, don't, like, inhale. Everyone messes that one up their first time." Timothy said, holding your shoulder. Good thing he was here, cause you were just about to inhale through it like a blunt. You could have soured your first experience like that. You gently sucked on it, literally tasting the smoke. It was coarser than weed. But it hit you in a fabulously different way. As you gently lowered the cigarette and exhaled, a calm flowed over you. You grounded yourself with it.

    "Thank you." You managed sloppily, turning to Timothy and getting out a small smile. You could almost feel the redness in your eyes, you probably looked hilarious like this. He smiled back at you.

    "Glad I could actually help for once." Timothy said happily. You were still uncomfortable, but for the most part you were able to stave off most of the proprioception by simply avoiding the thought of it. Having someone within what you knew to be touching distance absolutely helped. The cigarette cooled you off and gave you a burst of energy at the same time. It took for edge off yet still made you sharper. It helped bring you back towards earth, past simply grounding yourself by focusing on it against your lips. It was a different kind of high, you'd have to try it again sometime when you were sober. Timothy set the half full pack of cigarettes down on the table in front of you. "I'm going flying with Simon, you gonna be ok here?" He asked, standing up.

    "Ye'… they're coming back." You halfheartedly motioned towards Riya and Edgar, who you saw between a crowd of patrons kissing. You felt a mix of jealously and excitement seeing your two partners like that, for both of them. It was an odd sensation.

    "This is new. You don't know how long I've been craving this." A voice said from the chair on your right. You turned and looked at him after a moment, a bit shocked. He was sitting there in an old uniform. Brown hair, green eyes, smoking a cigarette just like you, bent over and staring at the table. He looked angry. "I haven't been able to stand them in months. I missed this." He said, taking it from his mouth. "Where am I?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the table. It was unclear if he was talking to you or not.

    "I-…" you started, not being able to manage much beyond that. He turned to look at you.

    "Why can I hear your thoughts?" He asked, looking scared.

    You can? You thought. This was thankfully easier.

    "Oh, yeah, definitely. Who are you? I don't remember you." He asked, before taking a long drag on his cigarette. You did the same.

    I'm Hilda. You thought. Sorry, I'm like really fucking high right now and don't really want to talk.

    "Hilda... Fuck, where do I know that name?" He asked, standing up and walking around the table. "So we have met. In a bar. Fuck… what did we do then?"

    Are you Karl? You thought, staring at him while gently puffing on the cigarette.

    "Yeah?" He said, looking surprised at you. "Have we met?"

    I have no idea how to answer that question. You thought, cracking a tiny grin.

    "Wait, are you, like, stuck in this too?"

    Stuck in what?

    "This! The… memory shit. I've been wandering through my memories for I don't know how the fuck long trying to figure how to get out. Have you been doing that too?"

    Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh. Yeah no. Listen, long story, look for the river marked Madeline or whatever in my memories for the full bit, but your soul is stuck in my head. With me. I made a deal with a dryad to pull you out of that memory shit. You explained internally, half to make sense of it yourself, honestly. Karl looked at you deadpan.

    "…What?" He asked, sitting down next to you.

    "You're… You're dead. You have been for a while. You fought in the war, right?"

    "Yeah."

    I was born the year after it ended. He stared at you, and then back at the table.

    "Did we win?" You thought back to the dead cities you've seen.

    No one did. You thought, punctuated with a drag from your ever-shortening cigarette. The world ended. But folk are rebuilding. You explained gently, pushing the end of the cigarette into the ashtray in the middle of the table.

    "So… what are you?"

    I'm a mercenary pilot.

    "Oh, you're a pilot too?"

    You actually helped me become one. So, thanks. You smiled at him.

    "How did I help you?"

    I got a necklace with your soul in it from a nymph. I didn't know it at the time though. Then it broke, and I had to regenerate half my brain, so I think that got us stuck together.

    "So what happens now?"

    I'm probably gonna go to bed.

    "No, like, with me. Us."

    Well… I don't know, what do you want?

    "…I don't know."

    [ ] We could try and figure out how to let you pass on.
    [ ] You could ride along with me and see the world. Get a second shot at life.
    [ ] Write in
     
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    • [X] That's cool, no rush man. Take your time, figure out how you feel, now that you know what's going on.
    -[X] Maybe let's talk when I'm less stoned.

    Is stoned Hilda showing character growth? Taking time to think things through before making life-altering decisions?

    Nah man, she just wants to go to bed, and this conversation needs to end before that can happen.
     
    [X] You got a map to a woman said to have power over life and death, she could probably pull you out.

    Idk what pulling him out entails, presumably passing on. Worth sleeping on in order to get Karl's opinion in the morning though
     
    X] That's cool, no rush man. Take your time, figure out how you feel, now that you know what's going on.
    -[X] Maybe let's talk when I'm less stoned.
     
    12-7 Unsheathing The Razor
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    • Wait, wait, I've got an idea. You thought as you clumsily pawed at your satchel. You dug around until you found the small map tube lying at the bottom. You'd nearly forgotten about it. I have a map. It leads to an immortal woman. Well, that's what I was told. I can't make heads or tails of it though. You spread the small map on the table, before grabbing the pack of cigs you'd been left and lighting another one. Fuck, these were good.

    "And that's significant?"

    Legend is she taught my coven magic. She was one of the first witches. This is the only record I know of to find her.

    "That's the place in the woods I keep seeing?"

    Probably.

    "Ohhhhh. You're an outlander. That makes sense." That comment felt insulting despite not really being so to you. "So she could help us?"

    If she couldn't, I don't know who could.

    "But you can't really read where the map is showing."

    Nope.

    "Do you know anyone who could?"

    Im too high to figure that out right now. You're taking being stuck in my head surprisingly well.

    "Is this like, usual for wildlings?"

    No.

    "Then you're taking this surprisingly well."

    I've literally never been more high. So that's helping.

    "I think I'm high when you are. So that's helping too." You made a general grunt of approval and put out your hand to shake.

    "Hilda! You're smoking?!" Riya yelled from your right, making you jump a bit. Her tone wasn't angry, just kind of amused. You looked over at her, Edgar had his arms around her waist and was standing behind her. Her pupils looked weirdly dilated. Like big black circles surrounded by a thin magenta ring.

    "Oh, uh… yeah. Timothy gave em to me." You slurred, annoyed you had to start speaking again. You looked back at where Karl was sitting, and he was just gone. Damn. Alright.

    "You ok? You look fucked up." Riya commented, still grinning wide.

    "Too much weed. I gotta go to bed." You said, exhaling deeply and sinking into your chair.

    "Need help getting to bed?" Edgar asked. You just nodded, stuffed the half cigarette you had in your hand into the ashtray, and pocketed the pack on the table. You clumsily rolled the map back up and dropped it in your satchel before Edgar helped you from the chair, and led you up the stairs, basically carrying you. It probably looked pretty funny. You got bridal carried the final stretch, to your delight, and was tossed onto your bed facedown.

    "You good from here?" Riya asked. You gave her a thumbs up, and watched facedown on the bed as Riya literally dragged Edgar out of the room by his wrist, slamming the door behind her.

    The night has come to an end! I have determined that way of doing vices and the rolls of such was shit and I will be dying it differently next time. You have acquired new vices! Cigarettes! The consequences for the vices are as follows:
    • Weed: Getting greened out, obviously.
    • Alcohol: Dancing like an idiot.
    • Music: Spending 2 hours fiddling with a radio instead of having fun with your friends.
    • Cigarettes: Hilda's now a habit smoker.
    Couple votes are needed!

    [ ] Stay in town (Stresses Riya)
    [ ] Skip town and head somewhere new

    [ ] Tell your partners about Karl
    [ ] Keep it in the DL for now

    Additionally I require 14d10 rolled for scrip. The gifts add up. Also additionally, I need a d20 roll for the cigarette vice. First come first serve for these.
     
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