LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
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Yeah cause we have precognition and knew we would be talking to a changeling in the very next update.
Heroes, Great and Mighty (Exalted x World of Darkness)
- Thread starter JayTee
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Yeah cause we have precognition and knew we would be talking to a changeling in the very next update.
- Location
- In my Lair, on my Hoard
This guy gets it!
[X] Attempt to get in contact with Abigail and get her take on Boston.
- Location
- Tarn-Vedra
[X] Write in. Talk quietly to the shadows so that Maggie can't hear. Tell them you see them and their animal friends. Tell them you're not here for trouble, that you just want to talk, and there's no need for them to be stalking you. Use Listener-Swaying Argument.
It is more the low level of Occult that worries me. A higher skill in that would be useful when trying to get a grip on things.
- Location
- Jersey
There's Contracts or Blessings they could have to hear us when nobody else could. It'll probably be fine.
Story Post 12
[X] Attempt to get in contact with Abigail and get her take on Boston.
Maggie was a ways away, about fifteen to twenty feet from him, smelling the flowers and climbing on a collapsed tree. Far enough from them that he could speak normally and remain safe from being overheard by her.
Malcom looked at the figures in the woods, skulking just outside of his field of view. He glanced up at a bird that was staring right at him, not breaking eye contact. He reached out and touched the air where he had felt some intangible force pass him by. There were about a dozen oddities in the area, all paying attention to him. He mentally flagged each of them, keeping an eye on them and anything that they might do.
"Alright." He said to the air. "I know you're watching me. And you're being unsubtle about it so I'm pretty sure you know I know. Maybe you're just a bunch of lookie-loos with more curiosity than caution. Maybe you're doing some weird hazing ritual that I don' have the context for. Or maybe you're trying to intimidate me by letting me know that you'll always be watching me."
He had to stifle a snort of laughter as he spoke. The moment he addressed his stalkers, several of them had vanished immediately, though most remained. "If you're any of the former, then maybe you can do something useful and get a message to Abigail. Tell her I'd like to talk with her. If you're the latter, and you think you can scare me by hiding in the shadows and being creepy..."
He dug deep within himself, and the new power centered in his very being answered with gusto. A towering column of golden fire blasted in to the sky, sending gusts of ephemeral wind though the woods, bleaching away shadows and shaking leaves form the trees. The effect lasted for less than a second as his anima faded from the visible spectrum, cutting off in to nothingness like a light winking out.
"Then you better fuck off right now. I killed Pricilla on accident. You don't want to be the one who finds out what I can do when I'm actually trying."
Maggie looked towards him, her attention drawn by the sudden light and wind. He stood there, looking perfectly normal, like he hadn't just threatened a crowed of supernatural stalks with grievous harm. He smiled when she made eye contact with him, and wandered over to help her climb further up the tree.
"Need a hand?" He asked, giving her a boost. She let out a noise of exertion as she pulled her self higher with his help. In the corner of his eye, Malcom watched as the few oddities that hadn't immediately disappeared when he had threatened them quietly filtered away over the course of the next few minutes.
"Yeah, thanks." She said as he boosted her up. A few moments later she was sitting on a large tree branch, her arms wrapped around the trunk for support and her feet resting on Malcom's hands for stability.
"Do you want to try climbing even higher?" He asked, pushing up on her feet to nudge her upward. "I'll catch you if you think you might fall." It was just the two of them now, no more shadows, no more plants or animals acting out of the ordinary. Just a family, having fun in the park, as it should be.
Maggie refused his offer to help her go further up, her nerves about the hight getting to her. But the rest of the day was pretty fun after that.
Abigail found him a few hours later.
He had taken Maggie to a soup and sandwich shop for lunch, against her protest (seriously, what was it with that girl and pizza?) and were in the process of cleaning up after themselves before heading back home when Abigail came stomping up to them. Her outfit had changed, but still very much 'punk', a black tee shirt and black jeans with silver spikes running down the side.
"So you think you're some kind of fucking badass?" She said loudly, coming uncomfortably close to Malcom and glaring at him, fists clenched at her sides.
Maggie let out a squeak of fright at the yelling and hid behind Malcom, clinging to his side and trying to hide form Abigail as best she could.
"Calm down and lower your voice." Malcom said, holding Maggie's hand and turning to Abigail.
"No, fuck you." Abigail snarled. "Where the fuck do you get off threatening people and summoning me like that?"
"You're scaring my sister." Malcom said, his voice hard. "You will calm down and lower your voice, or you will leave. Do. You. Understand?"
Abigail blinked, confused. "What?" She asked, looking around. She then saw Maggie trying to keep Malcom between her and Abigail.
Abigail's eyes went wide in shock and horror she realized that there was a little girl hiding from her.
"Oh my gosh no, I'm so sorry sweetie!" Abigail said, kneeling down so that she was at eye level with Maggie, who was still trying to hide. Malcom shifted his stance so that Maggie blocked from Abigail's sight.
"Leave her alone." He said, keeping his voice firm. The sudden change in her demeanor had given him whiplash, but Maggie was scared, and that was more important than anything else.
Abagail looked heartbroken, but complied, standing up and taking several steps back. "Alright, look. Maybe I came on strong, but you need to calm the fuck down." She said, looking at Malcom and trying to pretend as though she wasn't bothered by how Maggie was acting towards her.
"I am calm. I just don't like it when people scare my sister." Malcom said.
"I didn't.." She sighed. "I didn't mean that. I meant earlier, when you called me." She said, glancing at Maggie, then at Malcom, who could see the unspoken question on her face and subtly shook his head.
"I didn't have many options to get in touch with you, so I used the one available. There were eves droppers, so I had to shoo them away." He said.
"Fine. Fine. What do you want, then?" She asked.
"Information." Malcom said turning away form her for a second to give Maggie's hand a comforting squeeze. Now that the shouting had stopped, Maggie looked less frightened, but still unwilling to come out from behind him.
"Information about what?" Abigail was watching Maggie as well, trying to hide a guilty look.
"Boston, the parts people don't talk about." Malcom said. "I've been talking with someone else, and I wanted another perspective."
Abigail gave him a questioning look before responding. "Who have you been talking to? She asked. "Actually, never mind, not my business. I can tell you what you want to know, but if you want my help you need to do something for me." She said.
"Favor for a favor? What exactly will I be doing?"
Abigail nodded. "Favor for a favor. Nothing crazy, just back me up while I handle a problem on my end of things. I can give you the details later."
Even if he had to perform an unspecified favor for Abigail, it was his still best shot at getting information on the occult side of Boston that he had. Looking at her, he could tell that she was on the level about the nature of the favor, nothing that would screw him over or put him in an impossible situation. She was radiating guilt for what she had done to Maggie, and didn't seem like Abigail would dare do anything to make her sad.
He could also tell that she really really didn't like him, though. The exact reasons were hard to parse, but he got the sense that it was due to some kind of disparity between them, although the nature of that disparity wasn't immediately obvious. Despite her personal feelings (or maybe because of them?) she was willing to play ball, which was all Malcom really needed to know. It was a simple favor trade, information for a task, that she had every intention of honoring.
[] Accept the favor trade.
[] Reject the favor trade.
Maggie was a ways away, about fifteen to twenty feet from him, smelling the flowers and climbing on a collapsed tree. Far enough from them that he could speak normally and remain safe from being overheard by her.
Malcom looked at the figures in the woods, skulking just outside of his field of view. He glanced up at a bird that was staring right at him, not breaking eye contact. He reached out and touched the air where he had felt some intangible force pass him by. There were about a dozen oddities in the area, all paying attention to him. He mentally flagged each of them, keeping an eye on them and anything that they might do.
"Alright." He said to the air. "I know you're watching me. And you're being unsubtle about it so I'm pretty sure you know I know. Maybe you're just a bunch of lookie-loos with more curiosity than caution. Maybe you're doing some weird hazing ritual that I don' have the context for. Or maybe you're trying to intimidate me by letting me know that you'll always be watching me."
He had to stifle a snort of laughter as he spoke. The moment he addressed his stalkers, several of them had vanished immediately, though most remained. "If you're any of the former, then maybe you can do something useful and get a message to Abigail. Tell her I'd like to talk with her. If you're the latter, and you think you can scare me by hiding in the shadows and being creepy..."
He dug deep within himself, and the new power centered in his very being answered with gusto. A towering column of golden fire blasted in to the sky, sending gusts of ephemeral wind though the woods, bleaching away shadows and shaking leaves form the trees. The effect lasted for less than a second as his anima faded from the visible spectrum, cutting off in to nothingness like a light winking out.
"Then you better fuck off right now. I killed Pricilla on accident. You don't want to be the one who finds out what I can do when I'm actually trying."
Maggie looked towards him, her attention drawn by the sudden light and wind. He stood there, looking perfectly normal, like he hadn't just threatened a crowed of supernatural stalks with grievous harm. He smiled when she made eye contact with him, and wandered over to help her climb further up the tree.
"Need a hand?" He asked, giving her a boost. She let out a noise of exertion as she pulled her self higher with his help. In the corner of his eye, Malcom watched as the few oddities that hadn't immediately disappeared when he had threatened them quietly filtered away over the course of the next few minutes.
"Yeah, thanks." She said as he boosted her up. A few moments later she was sitting on a large tree branch, her arms wrapped around the trunk for support and her feet resting on Malcom's hands for stability.
"Do you want to try climbing even higher?" He asked, pushing up on her feet to nudge her upward. "I'll catch you if you think you might fall." It was just the two of them now, no more shadows, no more plants or animals acting out of the ordinary. Just a family, having fun in the park, as it should be.
Maggie refused his offer to help her go further up, her nerves about the hight getting to her. But the rest of the day was pretty fun after that.
Abigail found him a few hours later.
He had taken Maggie to a soup and sandwich shop for lunch, against her protest (seriously, what was it with that girl and pizza?) and were in the process of cleaning up after themselves before heading back home when Abigail came stomping up to them. Her outfit had changed, but still very much 'punk', a black tee shirt and black jeans with silver spikes running down the side.
"So you think you're some kind of fucking badass?" She said loudly, coming uncomfortably close to Malcom and glaring at him, fists clenched at her sides.
Maggie let out a squeak of fright at the yelling and hid behind Malcom, clinging to his side and trying to hide form Abigail as best she could.
"Calm down and lower your voice." Malcom said, holding Maggie's hand and turning to Abigail.
"No, fuck you." Abigail snarled. "Where the fuck do you get off threatening people and summoning me like that?"
"You're scaring my sister." Malcom said, his voice hard. "You will calm down and lower your voice, or you will leave. Do. You. Understand?"
Abigail blinked, confused. "What?" She asked, looking around. She then saw Maggie trying to keep Malcom between her and Abigail.
Abigail's eyes went wide in shock and horror she realized that there was a little girl hiding from her.
"Oh my gosh no, I'm so sorry sweetie!" Abigail said, kneeling down so that she was at eye level with Maggie, who was still trying to hide. Malcom shifted his stance so that Maggie blocked from Abigail's sight.
"Leave her alone." He said, keeping his voice firm. The sudden change in her demeanor had given him whiplash, but Maggie was scared, and that was more important than anything else.
Abagail looked heartbroken, but complied, standing up and taking several steps back. "Alright, look. Maybe I came on strong, but you need to calm the fuck down." She said, looking at Malcom and trying to pretend as though she wasn't bothered by how Maggie was acting towards her.
"I am calm. I just don't like it when people scare my sister." Malcom said.
"I didn't.." She sighed. "I didn't mean that. I meant earlier, when you called me." She said, glancing at Maggie, then at Malcom, who could see the unspoken question on her face and subtly shook his head.
"I didn't have many options to get in touch with you, so I used the one available. There were eves droppers, so I had to shoo them away." He said.
"Fine. Fine. What do you want, then?" She asked.
"Information." Malcom said turning away form her for a second to give Maggie's hand a comforting squeeze. Now that the shouting had stopped, Maggie looked less frightened, but still unwilling to come out from behind him.
"Information about what?" Abigail was watching Maggie as well, trying to hide a guilty look.
"Boston, the parts people don't talk about." Malcom said. "I've been talking with someone else, and I wanted another perspective."
Abigail gave him a questioning look before responding. "Who have you been talking to? She asked. "Actually, never mind, not my business. I can tell you what you want to know, but if you want my help you need to do something for me." She said.
"Favor for a favor? What exactly will I be doing?"
Abigail nodded. "Favor for a favor. Nothing crazy, just back me up while I handle a problem on my end of things. I can give you the details later."
Even if he had to perform an unspecified favor for Abigail, it was his still best shot at getting information on the occult side of Boston that he had. Looking at her, he could tell that she was on the level about the nature of the favor, nothing that would screw him over or put him in an impossible situation. She was radiating guilt for what she had done to Maggie, and didn't seem like Abigail would dare do anything to make her sad.
He could also tell that she really really didn't like him, though. The exact reasons were hard to parse, but he got the sense that it was due to some kind of disparity between them, although the nature of that disparity wasn't immediately obvious. Despite her personal feelings (or maybe because of them?) she was willing to play ball, which was all Malcom really needed to know. It was a simple favor trade, information for a task, that she had every intention of honoring.
[] Accept the favor trade.
[] Reject the favor trade.
I can answer what I can out of character if you need something clarified. In character not so much, because I want to see how you'll react to a situation like this and be willing to take a chance or not.
EDIT: She's lucky she's not an Ogre, I'll say that much.
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Jeez, Maggie must have been really abused and mistreated to be so short at 13. This screams "malnourished" to me.
Super powerful, abilities beyond her understanding, making demands, and threatening harm. Gee, I wonder who that would remind a Changeling of?
[X] Accept the favor trade.
We need the info and since Changelings fucking love making deals, maybe she'll cool the attitude a bit.
Yes but also no. She has had a really rough life before she moved in with Malcom, but this is also a slip up I keep making because I keep visualizing Maggie as really short because I'm really tall. She's normal-ish hight for a girl her age and I'm just dumb.Jeez, Maggie must have been really abused and mistreated to be so short at 13. This screams "malnourished" to me.
EDIT: For some old world building details, I originally designed Maggie as 5, rather than 13, which is why I keep thinking of her as about a foot and a half shorter than she really is.
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LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
[X] Accept the favor trade.
Seems about what I expected. Though I did not see Malcolm deciding to go all SOLAR BEACON for a second coming.
Seems about what I expected. Though I did not see Malcolm deciding to go all SOLAR BEACON for a second coming.
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- In my Lair, on my Hoard
[X] Accept the favor trade.
HOLY SHIT that was badass. Way too much, but still badass.
So... Anyone else thinking that the various supernatural folks are going to be jumping to the conclusion that Malcolm is some kind of Super-Obrimos Mage no-one knew about?
Because, to the uninformed supernatural-type, what Malcolm just did looks a helluva lot like someone opening up a connection to the Aether and tapping into Prime/Forces Magic with ridiculous levels of ease.
I could see people jumping to the conclusion that he's some kind of friggin' Mage with a ridiculously potent connection to the Tower of the Golden Key capable of blasting that amount of divine energy, wiping out any connections through the Gauntlet around where he must have 'Awakened', and destroying any records of it happening through the power of his Awakening and neophyte Magic.
HOLY SHIT that was badass. Way too much, but still badass.
So... Anyone else thinking that the various supernatural folks are going to be jumping to the conclusion that Malcolm is some kind of Super-Obrimos Mage no-one knew about?
Because, to the uninformed supernatural-type, what Malcolm just did looks a helluva lot like someone opening up a connection to the Aether and tapping into Prime/Forces Magic with ridiculous levels of ease.
I could see people jumping to the conclusion that he's some kind of friggin' Mage with a ridiculously potent connection to the Tower of the Golden Key capable of blasting that amount of divine energy, wiping out any connections through the Gauntlet around where he must have 'Awakened', and destroying any records of it happening through the power of his Awakening and neophyte Magic.
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
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- Interwebs
Is that better or worse than them knowing what Malcolm actually is?
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- East of Sun, West of Moon
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- Tarn-Vedra
[X] Accept the favor trade.
Awakened magic is kind of weird for a exalted because, and to quote:
It's suspiciously similar to Wyld shaping in the equivalent cosmology. Though this is new world of darkness so whatever, idk anything about that tower thing.
Also you'd think the 'good folk' and the mages would actually be remarkably similar on these cosmologies, and to be fair the old traditions 'arch' mages that went 'fuck this, i'm out' into their own demi-planes on the old mage books sound a bit faeryish or eldritch, so maybe they are.
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