From Darkest Depths
27st of July 2006 A.D.
Though you had crashed after parties before, much to your mother's displeasure that is nothing compared to what happens when you get home from Cleveland, you practically stumble into bed, leaving dad to the unenviable task of explaining the various horrors you had fought... and the ones you had briefly allied with. You fall to sleep as a stone cast in dark waters, sinking in moments beyond the light of sun and moon yet not beyond sight.
These waters are as clear to your eye, revealing alien vistas of twisted stone here growing like choral there igneous torrents frozen forever in place. Not a hideout, not a base or a laboratory you realize, but a city under the sea. Figures like man but not him, tall and gaunt, stretched out and scale covered move through white carved in eerie geometric patterns, not carved for the eye to see, but for the echoes they cast into the depths, a crumbling city under putrid sargasso clouds. Like the shape in the grey sphere, or really Rhys had been like them, an imitation that was not flattery but ambition.
Or maybe just a child's desire for their mother's love. The thought passes through your mind like a ripple through dark waters, bearing you along. Fraying white filaments wave in the windows like living lace and in each of their eyes and eye of flame is set. You are not the swimmer but the sea that envelops all, life-taker, life-giver.
All that they need I can provide.
You wake with a sudden jerk the
Thora band poster on the other side of the room seeming
wrong with their merely human proportions, like a half finished sculpture.
Is that...? Can I...? You try to interrogate your power, only it's not really 'your power', it's just
you, it feels a little like trying to ask your lungs if they can breathe oxygen. Of course they can, they are doing it right now. But still it
should feel a bit more extraordinary, certainly it merits a bit of testing. On quiet feet you slip into the bathroom and draw up a bath, not a bleach bath, you had already healed and recovered, just normal water. You step in... let your head slide underwater.
Breathing water feels odd and not at all like
drinking water, but no less comfortable than breathing air.
Now how about about...?
With a thought you find yourself lying on the surface of the water like you were one of those funny water bugs in nature documentaries only without so much as a 'by your leave' to the laws of physics. You stand up... The surface of the water still feels perfectly solid underfoot, more solid truth be told than the bathroom tile. As you step off you realize even the fine layer of water that you had spilled onto the tile gives you a stronger footing and so much more. It's like the water is supporting you, pushing you along, when you are very very quiet, enough that you can hear your heartbeat even whispering in a tongue older than man.
Hmm... would some kind of suit that maintained a layer of water next to my skin be enough to keep this going? No sooner had you asked the question that plans for all sorts of potential environmental suits bubble up from the depths of your mind, things you had seen in passing, even just a glance at the TV are now crystal clear in your mind's eye.
I could make an astronaut's suit given the materials and the time.
That realization takes a moment and you will admit a little muffled squeeing to get over.
Who hasn't dreamed of being an astronaut as a kid? If you really needed to you could probably survive in space without a suit, though unlike the waterbreathing this would not be indefinite immunity.
But there is something else you had dredged from the depths of the dream, something to do with the strange people.
"So long as they keep the faith you can give onto your servants-in-darkness what they need, whatever they need, that they may serve you well and joyously," Usum says with an air of satisfaction that almost has him purring.
So you go over the limitations with him, then you go over them again just be be sure. All those titles he has been lavishing you with seem suddenly a lot more reasonable than they had been yesterday. It's enough to make the breath catch in your throat, in excitement or in fear you are not sure which or maybe it's both.
Focus Molly. You dry yourself off, a little regretful of the lost clarity, then turn to the day ahead.
First take care of the vassals you already have.
How do you attempt to spring Black Rider?
[] Legally, you need some way to get a few thousand dollars fast
-[] Hacking, try to rob someone who deserves it (Write in who)
-[] Make some gems, you are sure you can find a buyer
-[] Write in
[] Illegally, all you really need is some place to hide the car
-[] Ask Gard, you are sure her boss has that kind of place
-[] Write in
OOC: Probably not what you guys were expecting, but with this many and varied charms I feel it is worth exploring the reactions, and at the same time I did not want to do a no vote update with this stuff so I put the action vote before this one. 
