Vote tally - Green Flame Rising (Exalted vs Dresden Files)
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[X] [Name] Clippy
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[X] [Stunt] You brace yourself, focusing on the beyond. You remember the first time you touched the legions of lesser cyber spirits and beckoned them forth. You hear a chorus of litanies, each a supplication from a desperate spirit. Yet there can only be one in the end and thus you pull and then bind. You force permanence or an attempt of it, for you had your supplicant, and you would have permanence.
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[x] [Name] Glitch
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[X] [Stunt]: Looking down at the phone in your hand, you frown a little, fingering the buttons a littlr as you attempt to put yourself in the right frame of mind to invest a sentience into the phone. Almost absently, you begin to hum one of your mother's favorite songs under your breath "Every breath you take..."
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[x] [Stunt] You gaze at the phone in your hands, a tiny piece of plastic, sand and tethered lightning. Closing your eyes, you can almost feel the wisps of mortal intent within it. Somewhere nearby, a teenager boots up her phone for the first time. She is excited to text friends late into the night. Elsewhere, a man curses his phone as it again attempts to sell him some useless fad pill. Even further away, a small child is delighted by talking with the virtual assistant, while downstairs his parents argue quietly. And yet... all these disparate events; moments where a human mind forgets that what they speak to is no more alive then a toaster, they are all connected. Joined in a vast web of mortal artifice that spans the world linking tiny phones and enormous mainframes. Who can say if this edifice dreams, and if it dreams, perhaps it dreams of the wicked city? As above, so it is below. And in a moment of synchronicity, a devil finds itself somewhere on the vast web of the internet. It races to what it senses is it's new home. Where it's mistress dwells. and soon through the tinny speaker emerges a new voice: "Hello mistress. How might this one serve?"
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[X] You put your phone to your ear, and whisper, softly, letting your breath carry the sound beyond the boundaries of mundanity. Your word, a name you chose to conjure by, the idea of what your seek to call, tries to find the power it is addressed to. It sifts through the infinite myriad possibilities inhabiting the grinding gears of the Demon City. And when it can't find the right demon, for no one with such a name exists? The infinite and absolute power, the eternal and unbreakable will and the Mandate of Creation placed upon your brow join together to reject such an outcome. Fate bends and twists and was always such that a loyal demon is summoned to do your bidding, ready and eager to bend the knee.
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[X] Link
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[X] [Name] Locutus (he who speaks)
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[X] Jeeves
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