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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Stability...
Surprisingly stable, actually... but that's because there's nothing related to the hotel that is traumatic to her; there's just a bit of trepidation and nervousness simply because it's related to Alice.
Posted on 2009-09-22 at 02:37:37.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Dreams? Strange dreams... with talking cats...
As Janelle's mind shifted from conscious to that state between conscious and unconscious, her eyelids flickered as she vaguely dreamt. Nothing much, since it wasn't a really deep sleep, but something simple. Just her, at her desk, with a blank sketchbook in front of her. Although, she could swear she heard someone calling her name.
The voice was faint at first, indistinct, but definitely a woman's. Maybe her mother's?
No... it wasn't... Janelle tried to place the voice, but she didn't know who it belonged to. She stirred, on the border of waking up, but whoever it was seemed to recognize it, and sounded more soothing than urgent or otherwise.
It's okay.
Clearer now, which meant it was probably a part of her dream. Janelle relaxed, and slowly drifted back from the border.
We know each other. It's Smoke.
This startled Janelle slightly. Smoke? The cat? What kind of dream was this? Janelle almost wanted to wake up, to see if it was just a dream, or perhaps something else... the voice definitely seemed more vivid than her dream...
Shhh... don't get up love. Keep sleeping. You need to sleep.
Janelle once again relaxed. That was true... and even if it were real, that'd be something she could easily imagine Smoke telling her. Well, pretty much anyone who knew she was lacking sleep would've probably said the same thing.
I was just worried about you. Is everything okay, Rose?
In her dream, Janelle shook her head. 'I'd be lying if I said so... so I won't...' Janelle slowly replied. Even in her dream she sounded a bit tired. 'It's just that... making coffee, making the serving tray... it reminded me, and so I remembered...'
What did you remember?
Janelle sighed softly, as her dream visibly shifted. No longer in her apartment, but rather, in a hotel very different. It was old fashioned, which was visible even in the lounge where she was, with crown molding around the windows, older-style chairs and other furniture styles that gave it away. Carried by her was the same tray setup that she had just made for Alex, upon a serving tray.
'This is where we helped out when we were very little... her parents owned this hotel, so it was only natural we'd help out.' Janelle explained.
We? Who's 'we'?
Janelle turned, and there was a blurred form beside her. It was unmistakably a girl with long, blonde hair. She too held a similar tray.
'That's her...' Janelle elaborated, 'I try not to remember her... we are... well... were... very good friends.'
Her name?
'Alice.' Janelle answered.
(A few directions that this can be taken from here 
I figure since Smoke is kind of invited, she'd be able to see Janelle's dream, since Janelle is showing it to her anyway)
Posted on 2009-09-22 at 01:55:41.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Catnap Time!
In the guest room, Janelle paced around the room nervously, checking for any sign of analog clocks. She checked the shelves, and she even checked in the corners of the closet. She did find a small spider making a home there, but no clocks, and so left it be. Then again, her slight paranoia came to play, as she considered the web... was the spider going to deliberately draw a clock hand on it?
After a moment, Janelle decided that it wasn't an agent of Time, and left it alone. Janelle gave a soft yawn, before letting her hair out of its braid, taking off her socks, and slipping into the bed, careful to try to not disturb Smoke.
(Just a very short one... and now Janelle's basically asleep )
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 20:34:34.
Edited on 2009-09-21 at 20:35:16 by Reralae
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: I wonder...
Smoke doesn't talk to Janelle when she's awake, but what about if Janelle is asleep?
It's just a thought that came to me, and I wonder if Smoke would find that kind of amusing, for Janelle to wake up, look at her, then wonder aloud if she was actually talking to the cat in her dream.
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 20:23:36.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Nerves? How about a nap?
Janelle sighed in relief. He wasn't going to ask her outright... which was good... if she was going to talk about... it... it would be better for her to steel herself first.
"Yes, I will tell you later. I promise." Janelle said, meaning every word.
Yet, she blinked when she saw Alex putting liquor into his coffee. She really wasn't expecting that, and she was even more surprised when he decided to take a good dollop straight from the bottle.
"Sorry about that," he muttered, "I've... uh... got a case of the nerves or somethin'..."
Well, Janelle reasoned, his hands are shaking...
"I guess it must be a pretty tough job, or one with pretty bad people anyway... don't overdo it." Janelle replied, naturally a bit worried about him.
But then again, he didn't seem too bad... as long as he didn't have too much, he should still be able to think clearly...
"If this takes too long, you can go ahead and take the car if you need to get back to your place... uh... otherwise... You go ahead and make yourself at home, okay?"
Janelle nodded, "Okay, if it's alright with you, I'll actually take a nap... I didn't get much sleep last night." She admitted a bit sheepishly, although she knew it wasn't exactly her fault... then again, if she had just erased that pocketwatch...
Janelle resisted a yawn. She was definitely beginning to feel it now.
"Um, yeah... I'll take a nap." Janelle confirmed, heading up to the guest room.
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 18:54:51.
Edited on 2016-09-29 at 07:11:19 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Answer Time
1) That's right... you can hear the presence of others in the hotel; in particular, it sounds like there's a game of poker going on in one of the closer rooms.
2) The Clock Tower just stands on its own. There is no connection to any adjacent buildings. In truth, the Clock Tower looks to be the oldest building there, and as though it hasn't been really touched since it was built...
Hopefully that helps 
Posted on 2009-09-20 at 19:45:32.
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Topic: Dawn of Defiance: The Traitor's Gambit
Subject: Out of Time
Karra sighed, and shook her head, gently pushing Haiko'ib's gun down.
"There's no time. We're already set to go, and if we don't make it to the hanger before that blast goes off, they'll seal it off, and there goes our chance. Yes, they may go to the Imperials, but they're also a shady group as well, correct? If that's the case, then wouldn't they rather not draw attention to themselves by bringing such information forward? The question could be raised of where they came across such information in the first place... or at least, that's how it was when I was taking my degree..."
Karra shook her head again, "Anyway, there's too many unknowns to do something so rash. For instance, they could very well call reinforcements upon assault, and in that scenario, we'd be flanked between two groups, depending on how quickly they arrive. There's too much to lose, and we won't even be sure of anything gained. Don't forget, most droids that hold information also usually will detonate themselves as a result of attempted external access. There's a good chance that either that will happen, or a failsafe will upload his memory onto a virtual device to be transmitted to another casing, or even delete it. Don't you think Switch would've prepared for this happening? Have some faith in your own employer."
Posted on 2009-09-20 at 15:46:54.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Later, perhaps?
Uh oh... Janelle thought, realizing that she hadn't hidden it as well as she had hoped.
She wouldn't lie about it, since that just wasn't right, but she also didn't want to distract Alex from his client.
Janelle shook her head, hopefully reassuringly, "I-it's not that."
"Um... I don't want to keep you from your client," Janelle added honestly, "So, perhaps it'd be better if I told you later? It's not urgent..."
Janelle knew she was dodging the question, and that bothered her, since this was Alex, who seemed to keep looking out for her. Yet, she knew quite well that it wasn't good for a person to be distracted away from a client or appointment; that could be seen as rude.
I'll tell him later. Janelle promised to herself, Yes... later...
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 16:33:55.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Did someone say mad?
Alice might just play into this as well then, although, naturally, she is pretty oblivious to the whole thing... innocence makes quite the strong anchor against "Madness", actually
Alice and Janelle's background is a bit flexible on this, but at some point when they were young, they stumbled over an artifact tied to Taint.
Now, where exactly that item comes from or where they got it, I haven't decided.
Perhaps it could've been planted by the cultists? I mean, even at that age, their Essence count would've been pretty apparent, so perhaps it was an indirect method of trying to get them out of the way? After all... I don't think they'd try to directly deal with TWO 75+ Essence Pool people, especially if they didn't know what they could do.
Just a thought I had... don't know if it works or not.
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 16:15:59.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Almost no speech, but you should've expected that
Galen remained quiet for the duration of the trip. He just didn't find that he had anything to say really; that's simply how it went for him. He had thoughts, and he had dreams, whether they occurred during the day or night, but didn't truly have a voice.
Or at least, a voice that people can notice. Galen mused, Mine is just too soft... not that I really mind. It's close to the borderline... all I have to do is give it a push...
Galen's eyes had clouded over, his mind lost in its own reality of thoughts, and it seemed to be too soon to him when they reached their destination.
His first impression of the place was that it indeed could be labelled an 'estate'. It was quite visibly evident that the people who could afford to life in such a well-kept, and even guarded locale would also likely need and could afford other employees. Galen quietly contemplated what he could do if needed. There was the foods class he and Owen had been in, but such an occupation would be unlikely; there was probably already a professional grade chef there, and it was doubtful anyone of high standings would trust a complete stranger to cook for them. Likely, work would have to do with general things, such as maintenance of the grounds.
I could do that. Galen thought, thinking to the large lawn of his grandparent's house. There probably isn't a tractor, but it'd be good to do by hand anyway... train the hand to follow the mind and eye, and you train the hand to wield the sword, shear, or paintbrush as needed.
When they were shown in, they were led by a dark-haired girl wearing a variation of a kimono.
About 12, Galen reasoned and observed, The hair is braided into two braids at either shoulder, which provides enough tension to allow her to put in hair accessories like the lotus flower above her left ear. The kimono is a fashionable and effective garment, although it is slightly restrictive on movement. I expect that she's wearing slipper-style shoes as well? A quick glance confirmed his thought, Yes...
Galen stopped his train of thought for a moment. What was he doing? It took but a moment for him to realize what it was.
... Envy. Galen closed his eyes momentarily as he continued following the others, ... I'm jealous of her... as I'm jealous of many of the women I meet... I know it's a burden, but I want the choice of being able to carry that burden. For one to look pretty or handsome, there is work involved, that's how it is... yet, I don't want to be 'handsome'... I want to be 'pretty'. Not all the time; I'm not that vain, but I want that option. It is, after all, these little things that give every day meaning. As it is, I don't even have an option. I can't change what people choose to see me as, just as I can't change what and who I am.
It was a sobering thought, and Galen contemplated further, watching the ripples upon the surface of one of the ponds of the garden they were waiting in.
All too soon, dinner was both ready and served, but when the attendants went to give him silverware, Galen shook his head.
"I'm fine with chopsticks, if that's easier." Galen said gently.
Already, he was beginning to get nervous. It was clear that they were expected, yet it wasn't clear how Mr. Sakamoto knew they were coming, and Galen was pretty sure he hadn't seen anyone that may have been a messenger pass them on their way up. Then again, he was lost in thought, so perhaps he just didn't notice. Yet, that wasn't the only thing that bothered him. It seemed Mr. Sakamoto had more than enough staff, so it didn't seem to be general work that they would be offered. This suspicion was confirmed by Mr. Sakamoto's words as well, specifically 'I am always looking for employees—it is the nature of my business'. Questions sprouted like dandelions, cluttering Galen's mind. However, Galen knew better than to ask them without consideration. Their host was very hospitable, dining with them at the same table, and Galen was fairly certain his questions would be answered when their host was ready to elaborate further. There was no need to be hasty and ask questions at the risk of appearing rude, if anyone heard him to begin with.
So, he quietly wondered. What exactly was Mr. Sakamoto's business, and how was he aware of their pending arrival?
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 07:39:55.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: Indeed, the door is open.
As Eve and Bas examine the place with their own methods, it became clear that all of the wooden planks are firm and sturdy; this was no small job, and it was done to near-perfection. Yet, even with this, there were no signs of anyone within that even Bas could tell. No sounds, no scents, nothing. The inn remained mysterious, even under such close scrutiny. Likewise, there was nothing lingering from the rest of the town. There was the occasional, light scent from one of the dark patches that was likely at one point spilt blood, but no sounds other than the whistling of the wind.
Yet, with the door thrown open, a few things are immediately apparent. Firstly, the electrical lighting within the entryway is rather strong, a fair indication that it has been maintained. Secondly, painted upon one of the doors is a bizarre symbol, or rather, half of one. It's unclear what it is at the moment, as the other half is likely on the other door. A further indication of presence, of which Bas can tell immediately with the door open, is the mixed scents of humans within. Finally, a startled 'Oh!', as well as other, subdued sounds of people from within the building, easily alerts everyone without a keen sense of smell to the same thing.
A middle-aged woman, appearing 30 or so, with white-blond hair, green eyes and wearing a blue uniform comes to the entrance. The uniform is not the same as that of the conductor from earlier, for those that seek to compare, and has the insignia of the inn upon her shoulder on a sort of armband.
"Is... it over?" She asks nervously, before calming herself down and straightening, "Er, I mean... welcome to the Blue House Inn; how can we help you this evening?"
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 06:24:30.
Edited on 2009-09-19 at 06:26:30 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Round 2
As Dusk disappears to mortal sight, the wererat that had attempted to hit him looks around frantically. Alas, the poor creature has no chance to even react as Dusk's blade expertly finds and pierces the rat's jugular from behind. (it's dead)
Normally, the sight of diminishing forces would sway one to retreat or fall back, but this was not the case for the werewolf. Its one bright eye surged with the flame of battle, and it would not be quenched until it was dead. With a howl, it brought its blade across and down upon Willow. Willow, in return, expertly blocked it, and lunged forward with two of her own strikes. The first, drawn diagonally across the wolf's torso, leaves not a mark to indicate its passage. However, the second slash leaves what would likely be a grievous would upon a lesser creature upon an interposed arm. Unfortunately, the werewolf's own nature ensures that most of the wound closes, but still leaves a visible scar upon it. (Critical hit, 2 damage to the werewolf) In retaliation, the werewolf stabs its sword forward, requiring either an awkward parry at the cost of future attacks, or hoping that the woven armour would be able to withhold it. Without a thought, Willow forgoes the first option, but her hope for her armour is in vain, as even the mithril links break apart upon the force of the assault, allowing the blade passage into soft flesh. The blade cuts deep, and Willow grits her teeth, forcing herself to focus in spite of the pain, even as the werewolf cruelly twists the blade as he pulls it out. (Critical hit, 24 damage to Willow) Not finished yet, Willow brings one of her blades across, attempting to slice the werewolf again, but it is blocked by the bloody blade he holds. Even as she does this, she slices back and downwards to indicate to the rat by her that she has not forgotten about him, even as she nudges her horse to the side. Unfortunately for Willow, the horse responded too quickly, which caused her blade to be brought up short of the rat.
On almost the other side of the battlefield, blood drips slowly down the jagged scythe of Xira, as she coldly considers the dagger hurling rodent that had struck Dusk before. Almost soundlessly amidst the noise of the battle, Xira sprinted forward. The rat saw her coming, or rather, saw an entity of death approaching it fast. Yet, it was nearly paralysed out of fear, and hardly moved a muscle as Xira swung the Death Scythe in a wide arc, cleaving the rat's head from its body. (... needless to say... it's dead) Yet, the scythe's power would not end there, for Xira was not far from being finished herself, as her heavy breathing indicated.
Mitsuru, in the meantime, took aim at the wererat that had attacked Akihiko. With her concentration, and murmuring aloud to herself to focus, the air began to chill at her fingertips, before visibly freezing into an ice sphere. It then sublimated, turning into a misty orb which she brought over her head, and hurled it at the rodent. The rat in question was so intent on trying to hit Akihiko that it did not even see the spell. As soon as the orb impacted it in the back, the rodent literally froze, with the kinetic energy of the impact shattering it to pieces. (... another one dead.) Mitsuru, feeling the situation coming under control, dismounted from her horse.
"Thanks!" Akihiko yelled over his shoulder, even as he raised his fist. The werewolf boldly didn't even bother to react. This puny human trying to hurt him with a bladed fist weapon? It was unthinkable. Or so the werewolf thought. Unfortunately for the werewolf, that faulty logic can only work so often. The first punch dug a deep cut into his side, but he didn't even have time to register it as the second punch came. Realizing that this human could indeed hurt him, the werewolf jerked back, causing Akihiko's third punch to just miss him, but quickly followed up with an uppercut that left a gouge on the werewolf's arm. (2, 2, and 1 damage respectively)
With greatsword in hand, Mo swung down upon the rat that had attacked him before. To his surprise, the rat proved to be more agile than he had guessed, and dodged the blade. Unfortunately for the rat, it only took a quick repositioning of the blade to swing it across and behead him.
Unanticipated, another burst of lightning strikes down, to fry the rat going to try to edge behind Willow or Akihiko. (it's dead)
The only wererat left has a change of heart, and quickly decides it has unfinished business elsewhere. Turning tail, it runs like the end of the world is chasing it.
[Round 2 Status]
Scout - Yellow
Mitsuru - Yellow
Akihiko - Yellow (barely... still mostly green)
Xira - Red
All horses - Red
Mo - 46/78
Willow - 29/72
Dusk - 38/57
1 dagger-wielding wererat remains unharmed, but is fleeing
The werewolf still looks more angry than hurt
(I know most of you wrote down your intentions for two rounds, but I just want to make sure you intend to do what you do; the scenario has changed, so the only lycanthrope remaining is the werewolf. Also, I want to be sure everyone's still present before I continue )
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 05:22:39.
Edited on 2009-09-27 at 21:23:34 by Reralae
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Coffee?
Is served
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 01:33:09.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Coffee? Or perhaps tea? Or how about biscuits?
Janelle quietly busied herself with making a kettle of boiling water. Whatever Alex and the other woman had to talk about surely wasn't any of her business... and Janelle didn't mind. That's what being normal was about. You just kept to yourself, and that's how it worked.
Janelle began to hum a song. It wasn't anything that Smoke or Alex would recognize, she knew, since it was made up by-
Janelle stopped, a bead of sweat visible by her right ear. She bit her lip. No, she wouldn't remember... she forced the thoughts out of her mind, and continued getting the cups ready.
Getting a small tray, Janelle quickly set up the cups, the creamer, filled with milk, and a bowl of sugar. It was best to serve it black, and then let the others decide how much they wanted, she knew.
Eventually the tray was complete, looking for all the world like it belonged in either a hotel or a restaurant. Too late, Janelle remembered why she didn't like coffee... it brought back those memories.
Janelle shook her head a couple of times, forcibly pushing the thoughts away. Thankfully, at that moment, something interrupted her, and brought her back to reality.
"How's that coffee comin', Rosie?"
Janelle jumped slightly, her breathing a bit faster than normal, and sweat glistening slightly along the side of her face.
"Oh, it's done, I was, um-" Janelle quickly picked up the tray, "About to give it to you."
Janelle forced a smile, and thankfully it worked. Or at least she thought it did.
However, what she didn't realize was that her hands were shaking slightly, even as it held the professional-appearing tray.
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 01:31:14.
Edited on 2016-09-20 at 08:30:58 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Alrighty
Well, I'll see about what happens once Sib-kun makes his post...
Of course, what happens might be a bit dependant on what he does too
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 00:55:17.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Well then, let me clarify
Whereabouts is Eve? Is she at the front door, or at one of the windows? It seems a bit hard to tell, although I may have just overlooked it ^^;
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 00:50:03.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Um...
Did I scare everyone away from the Q&A page? I didn't mean to, honest... ^^;
I know I can get carried away with the level of detail I can put into character sheets sometimes...
But oooh... I wonder where the main group is going to end up with this chain of events
Posted on 2009-09-18 at 22:11:46.
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Topic: SW: Dawn of Defiance Q/A
Subject: Immature
That's rather immature as well, Loki. We don't even know the specifics of the weapon, much less whether or not we can actually use it just yet. It may be an heirloom that isn't in working order due to its age, set so that it doesn't work unless a specific chip is nearby, or other mechanisms or things may be in place for the gun to only work for its owner. Regardless, now is hardly the time to squabble over who can use what.
Worry about it after we're clear of the station, when your character actually knows the gun was picked up in the first place.
Posted on 2009-09-18 at 21:18:38.
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Topic: SW: Dawn of Defiance Q/A
Subject: 30?
Sounds fine to me... gives 10 minutes outside of elevator time to get to the hanger and finish other preparations... *nods*
Posted on 2009-09-18 at 17:24:58.
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Topic: Loaded Dice#15: Just Playing my Character (part one)
Subject: Seems familiar...
I know I've been in a few similar situations... and I know I'll probably be in more in the future
One situation in particular comes to mind... where a Neutral Good Druid was trying to convince my True Neutral Ranger to go out of their way and rescue some captives from a goblin camp. Naturally, my character wasn't convinced, not because they didn't care... but rather because they were concerned about the goblins pursuing and causing a lot of damage to the forest that she was protecting.
Oh, did I mention a couple of those captives were other player characters that my character hadn't met?
Yep... playing in character is good... but sometimes it comes at the cost of these sorts of situations... oh well, what can you do?
To clarify, in the situation above, it was nighttime, so the goblins were sure to be using torches if they pursued.
Posted on 2009-09-17 at 21:51:01.
Edited on 2009-09-17 at 21:55:14 by Reralae
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Aww, thank you
Thank you all, I always get a little bit nervous when I spring a particularly unorthodox character on the group of players
Just a few general things about Alice for the interested.
Alice is an Immortal Child (pretty obvious... taking three bullets), but is also Tainted, which gives her the ability 'Mudoon' (Wishkill under Death Mastery of the Necromantic powers). I decided that, although it said immortals can't use those powers with their Essence, it didn't say anything regarding Taint, and so she uses it unconsciously via Taint.
Her Essence and Taint pools are 75 and 30, respectively, but her aura of Taint is more noticeable than her considerable Essence amount; it's pretty much easily noticed even by mundanes, since it IS Taint.
Alice is also slightly vampiric; she doesn't regain Essence points naturally, and instead absorbs Essence much like a vampire, which is Essence released through strong emotions and feelings by Gifted or Mundane alike. The 'sweetness' she senses in her post is kind of my artistic representation of this. She needs to spend at least 5 essence points per day in order to maintain her physical form; if she doesn't, then to others, she'd feel very cold, and she'd feel as though she doesn't have a pulse. This aspect comes not from a vampiric nature, but rather from Taint Decay.
The tattoo on her forehead is a Taint Mark, so isn't something most people like to see or look at, and her wings are quite apparently Taint Limbs. However, I haven't decided if she'd be able to fly or not; I know the book says the limbs are mainly useless, but it might be kind of interesting if she was able to fly... I don't know, kinda open to discussion on this.
And now, a bit more on her appearance...
Alice looks very much like a porcelain doll, with very pale skin, blond hair and blue eyes. She wears a blue gothic-lolita style dress, and as you can tell, has a few Tainted features that mark her quite clearly to both Mundane and Gifted alike.
I believe that's about it so far...
I'm glad you all like her 
Posted on 2009-09-17 at 21:37:29.
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Topic: Dawn of Defiance: The Traitor's Gambit
Subject: I'd say leave...
Karra was getting nervous. She knew better than to hope that Ara would hurry, since haste never helped, but she couldn't help but get more nervous the more time passed. What if Ara was caught? What if...
Stop it, she told herself firmly, if you start with the 'what ifs', you'll be a nervous wreck when everything is ready to begin with.
Her ears twitched as she heard footsteps approaching. Ara? No... there was more than one set of footsteps... not good.
She wasn't exactly sure whether to be happy that these guys weren't stormtroopers or not, since they were hard to read. Still, if they were hospitable enough that they only cared if she and the others stayed and got in their way, then that hopefully meant that they wouldn't just fire at their backs.
"I'm going." Karra said, loud enough for everyone to hear her.
With that, she slings her medical backpack onto her back, before grabbing Ara's bag and starting to walk out.
Posted on 2009-09-17 at 19:59:28.
Edited on 2009-09-17 at 20:04:39 by Reralae
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Regarding Alice
Well, I put up her first post... Once again, if you find her a bit beyond what you're comfortable with, just let me know, and I'll delete the post and revise her.
Posted on 2009-09-17 at 19:11:52.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Little Angel of Death
Tip... toe... tip... toe...
The blond haired girl skipped merrily down the maze of alleys, not noticing or caring in the least that she was both pursuing and being pursued. She could hear the footsteps and harsh breathing of the man running away from her, not that it did any good. They were playing tag after all, and she always won. Not only that, but he was pretending to be afraid of her, which left such a sweet, refreshing scent in the air.
She suddenly pirouetted on the tip of her ballet slipper, a graceful spin made grotesque by the two... things... on her back. To the sane mind, one appeared to be a scarred, leathery wing, while the other appeared to be the remnants, just the bones of another. In truth, they weren't either of those things, but their true nature was beyond the mind's comprehension. Likewise, a tattoo on her forehead glittered and shifted. It appeared to be a neon green diamond with one bright red line reminiscent of an archaic minute hand. If one watched carefully, although doing so was strangely uncomfortable, they could swear that the hand moved of its own accord.
She grimaced as her pursuers came closer. They reeked of mint and black pepper.
"If you want to play tag with me, you'll have to take a shower first!" The girl said, wagging her finger at them even as they raised their pistols.
"Can it girl, or whatever the hell you are." One said toughly, even though his hands were notably shaking.
"Y-yeah, n-no one gets away with t-taking out our boss." The other stuttered, although his grip was shaking less than the other's.
The girl blinked. What were they-
BANG BANG
The two men squeezed the triggers in unison. The girl pirouetted, so one hit her in the leathery wing, but the other hit her directly in the middle of the strange tattoo upon her forehead.
"Good shot." The one man meant to say, but he wasn't even able to get the first syllable beyond his lips.
"OW!!! That really hurt!" The girl screamed and, despite her obvious pain, she remained standing. To her, one of the hits felt like a needle, but one that was crooked and askew, while the other felt like a hit with a baseball bat. The leathery wing twitched violently, flaring just slightly and mirrored by the other.
Unable to take the strangeness of the situation, the men faltered. They could've sworn that those wings were just a costume piece. Especially a gothic costume, considering the girl's lolita-style blue dress, as well as her rather pale skin.
In the girl's mind, a memory vaguely emerged. A warm, soothing voice.
"Alice, if people aren't playing nice with you, you should just tell them to go away."
Nodding to herself, Alice did just that.
"You're mean! Go away!"
The man that fired went pale, and he suddenly dropped his gun as he felt something cleave his heart in two. Something that strangely felt like a scythe.
Seeing his partner fall for no apparent reason, the other man's nerve broke, but instead of running, he let loose another two bullets. One went wide in his haste, but the other hit Alice soundly in the shoulder.
"OW!! I told you to GO AWAY!!!" Alice screamed.
The remaining man didn't even have time to gasp as he felt his life suddenly quenched by the Reaper. His body fell limply to the ground.
Now alone, Alice took in a deep breath. There was something sweet in the air... and it seemed to make her feel a bit better.
Standing up, since she had fallen, Alice dusted off her skirt.
"I guess I'll head home if no one wants to play with me..."
Alice began heading down a different alley, half singing, half murmuring.
Clock hands that come together,
Like our hands in rainy weather,
When they meet I'll look for you,
That was the promise, I remember too.
Where've you been all this while?
Do you no longer want to see me smile?
Your pretty aura I will find,
That sparkling of the sun out-shined,
How long has it been? I guess it's okay,
After all, maybe I'll find you today.
Reaching her 'home', which was really nothing more than an abandoned orphanage, Alice sat on her bed and wondered.
"Jen... you promised that you'd play with me forever... but... where did you go?"
Shaking her head, Alice lifted her hand, and felt her forehead. It throbbed still, but there was no sign of the bullet hole left. The same held true for the wounds in her shoulder and wing. However, her dress on the other hand was a mess, torn where she was hit in the shoulder, and also stained with her blood.
Alice sighed. "Looks like I'm going to have to fix my dress again..."
With that, she changed into her nightgown, and began washing her dress. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining her mother's voice.
"My little angel, what's wrong?"
"I was good..." Alice murmured, "I'm a good angel... but why doesn't anyone like me?"
Alice scuffed her feet on the floor as she went over to her sewing kit, considering the threads and fabric within it. It looked like she would have to restock soon...
Posted on 2009-09-17 at 19:05:31.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Alrighty, I have a proposal
Since our characters have 15 points more than the standard, how about 25 for the villains? That easily puts them at a higher level than our normal characters, but hopefully not so much that it'd be beyond our character's capabilities.
I can't say much regarding the girl from the Ring, since I don't know that movie, but I'm pretty sure Alice might at least look, if not act, stranger... but again, I don't know that movie ^^;
Anyway, here's Janelle ^^
Janelle "Rosetta" Hirta
Lesser Gifted Human Starting Occupation: Gymnast/Fencer
Age: 22 Female 5'9" 140 lbs
blue eyes, black hair, Asian skin tone and facial type
Concept: Reluctant Hero/Weird One Organization: Solitare
(used 3 of the extra points in attributes)
Strength- 5
Dexterity- 5
Constitution- 3
Intelligence- 2
Willpower- 5
Perception- 3
Total XP: 0 (Used: 0)
LP: 42/42
Endurance: 44/44
Speed: 16
Essence: 78
Essence Channelling Level: 4
Qualities (used 6 of the extra points here):
Gift - 5 points
Artistic Talent (Drawing) - 3 points
Attractiveness - 2 points (level 2)
Essence Channelling - 8 points (level 4)
Fast Reaction Time - 2 points
Increased Essence Pool - 7 points
Drawbacks:
Honourable - 2 points (level 2)
Fear of Rejection - 1 point
Weird Delusions - 2 points (level 2)
Cowardly - 1 point (level 1)
Cruel - 1 point (level 1)
Skills (used 1 of the extra points here):
Acrobatic - 10 points (level 5)
Beautician - 4 points (level 4)
Fine Arts (Drawing) - 5 points (level 5)
First Aid - 3 points (level 3)
Hand Weapon (Fencing Foil/Rapier) - 5 points (level 5)
Notice - 4 points (level 4)
Power (used 5 of the extra points here):
Mindheal Strength - 15 points (level 5)
Mindheal Art - 6 points (level 3)
Possessions of Note or which she often carries:
Janelle has both a rapier and a fencing foil.
She often carries a handbag that holds the following:
-Sketchbook (usually half-filled with drawings or so, unless it's new)
-Mechanical pencil
-Eraser
-Makeup (not much; just blush a slight shade redder than her natural skin tone, foundation, violet nail polish, and sometimes a dark blue eyeshadow and lipstick)
-Mirror (to apply the makeup)
-Purse (usually carries no more than $30 in cash, but has change and her debit card)
Another key thing to note is her wristwatch is digital (related to her Weird Delusion)
Janelle's Weird Delusion: Analog Clock Hands
This delusion is based on this poem I wrote:
When the clock hands unite, whether it is day or night,
Expect the unexpected, or you'll be in for a fright.
Midnight and noon, the special times when the hands unite,
If you don't hide, become aware of the half-hour of plight.
However, when the hands balance, and are opposite on the clock's face,
The world has shifted to become a better place.
The chime of six, at either part of the day,
Begets a change that could benefit either way.
But in places with clocks that lack their own arms,
People are not affected by their swaying charms.
Clock hands that are plain are less liable to this effect,
And only 6 and 12 bring out any change that will affect.
Clock hands that are ornate are an entirely different case,
For whether it is major or minor, they will change reality's face.
Finally, for those clocks that exist that are missing an arm,
Beware those the most, for they will only bring about harm!
From that, I think you can kind of tell Janelle's application of it: she'll have a tendency to glance at other's watches or clocks to see if they're analog or digital, give them warnings if it is analog, and particularly avoid analog clocks at noon and midnight.
Background/Description
What is normal? Does it have specifics? Is it something that exists? Can it even be defined? If only she could have been normal, perhaps things would be alright. To live, oblivious of the things around her that did not make sense. Well, alright, that's ignorance, rather than bliss.
Janelle preferred to live a normal life, whatever that meant. For her, normal was getting involved with her two teams, both of them sports, one gymnastics, the other fencing. To her, normal was to avoid the stroke of noon and midnight by analog clocks. To compete in tournaments and competitions for both of her teams, as a star athlete. To sketch in her sketchbook when she felt like it. In any case, for her, normal meant ignoring the power she had long concealed.
As far as Janelle can remember, she always had this ability, the power to heal. However, despite the fact she had the ability, she never once used it. No, it made her too different, and that was something she couldn't bear. Not only that, but she would be used; people would abuse her power, and she did not want that either. True, her own natural abilities were being exploited by the two teams she was involved in, but that was normal, and acceptable. To be exploited as a supernatural healer was something she couldn't bear to think about.
Still, the fact that she had that power often did scream at her to do something, especially in fencing and gymnastic tournaments where people can get injured from competing. There was something in the back of her mind that makes her want to go out of her way to help, despite the risks associated with it. Thankfully, in truth, Janelle does have a small streak of cowardice that has also aided in keeping her in check, and not using her power.
Janelle had never even told her parents about her ability, although she doubted if they'd believe her. Still, despite the concealment of her power, she stood out as different. This had nothing to do with anything supernatural; she just had incredible talent, which made her easy to notice. Her sketches, her incredible prowess in gymnastics and fencing, and finally what others saw as a 'bizarre' belief regarding clocks also made her different.
Yet, perhaps even though she is different, this can still be normal. In the end, Janelle could easily say that she is content with how she is currently living.
Janelle, or Rosetta as she sometimes is known by, is a fairly slender, and slightly tall individual. Her long, black hair is often braided down her back, secured by an elastic that looks like a ring of roses that she almost always wears. She often wears slightly formal or dress clothes, even to team practises, and in truth often looks more formal than the actual team manager. In fencing tournaments especially, Rosetta also has a slight reputation for toying with her opponent before taking the victory for herself.
One of her most prized possessions is her own rapier, which was a very unique find. The hilt appears to be a weave of flower stems, and the pommel is a blossoming rose. The guard of the blade appears to be two leaves that extend from the stems, and the blade itself, while obviously steel, is engraved with the inscription of vines travelling down the blade. However, despite its ornate appearance, the blade is still sharp and quite usable.
Posted on 2009-09-17 at 16:03:23.
Edited on 2009-09-17 at 16:07:54 by Reralae
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