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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: w00t!!!


Busy day at work for me, today, but I'll try and get a post up at some point.

Posted on 2016-10-05 at 08:11:11.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Indeed it is!


Most often associated with the Wicce, actually... typically ends an incantation... "by my will, so mote it be."

If you want/need stats for Fansler, let me know.

Posted on 2016-10-04 at 14:46:50.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: So mote it be!


Fansler is a Sgt. Still "patrol" but senior patrol, anyway.



Posted on 2016-10-04 at 14:24:18.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: No worries! Nothing to apologize for.


You're right, he was referred to as Sargent in another post or two, so no worries at all... In thinking about it, it might actually make more sense for Fansler to be a bit older (and higher ranking) than I originally imagined... Still a "patrol cop" just on the job longer...

Not crucial to the story, either way... I think Fansler may just end up a casualty anyway.

Edit: Also, I imagine if we boost Fansler up to a Sgt, he can serve as one of Cyrene's "higher ranking cronies" (at least among the mundanes, anyway)... built in connection to the CPD, etc...

Posted on 2016-10-04 at 13:24:54.
Edited on 2016-10-04 at 13:35:35 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Fansler


I've been reading back and, in doing so, realized that Sgt Fansler should actually be Patrolman Fansler (he was one of the uniforms that showed up with Joe way back when). Not a big deal, really, if we want to make him a Sgt, I'm good with that... just happened to notice the "discrepancy."



Posted on 2016-10-04 at 11:00:54.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Feel free...


...Fansler is an NPC, after all. If you need any input, just holler at me!



Posted on 2016-10-04 at 08:18:42.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Awesome!!!


Awesome, awesome posts! LOVE:

Posted on 2016-10-04 at 08:00:55.

Topic: Supernatural / hunter interest?
Subject: Concept/Character Sheet submitted


Impulse - you should have a little skatey-stoner kid with a larcenous streak awaiting you in your inbox.

Posted on 2016-10-03 at 12:40:57.

Topic: Supernatural / hunter interest?
Subject: My bad!


I got sidetracked by revving up my Witchcraft freeform and totally dropped the ball on this one!!!

I know I've got the beginnings of a concept around here somewhere... I'll dig it up, dust it off, and have "Haze" sent to you before long.

Thanks for the reminder, Brom.

Posted on 2016-10-03 at 10:22:13.

Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Well... yeah...


"Cariñoso," Penelope cooed, gracing him with a touch as she passed by, "you were worried about me?"

"Well," Alex's gaze reluctantly let go of the Iberian beauty and swept uncertainly over the sidewalk for an instant. He understood that, given her power, his concern for her safety was probably just a shade more than ridiculous but, still, "Yeah," he shrugged, his attentions returning to Penelope as he closed the door, "I guess I, whoa!"

She had dropped her glamer, and, when his eyes found her this time, beautiful seemed a woefully lacking word to describe her. Her aura shone with colors he didn't know existed, glowed with motes and sparks of light that he'd never seen in any other creature, and made him feel,

Stop! He shook his head and blinked at the same time, feeling as if he was physically extracting himself from it. Get a hold of yourself, Sharpe!


As he returned the pistol to its place at his back, Alex closed his eyes, sucked in a deep breath, and, with a mantra chanting in his mind, centered himself as best he was able, willing his essence to be calm and his focus to be clear. He released that breath as his fingers lifted to touch the pentacle at his neck and his eyes came open, again. His hand slid away from the pentacle, then, and lifted to rub at a whisker-stubbled cheek as he moved back into the room. He watched as she tipped the bottle of scotch to her lips, letting the questions which had come to mind go unvoiced for now lest the answers tip him off center,

"I've been around a long time, mi vida," she almost sighed, her eyes meeting his as he drew up on the other side of the table, "It will take far more than a demon child to snuff my light. With her attentions diverted elsewhere, she won't be coming back. Let's both take a breath and return to the matter at hand. There's that pendant I found. What do you know?"

"More than I ever wanted to," he answered, reaching out and snaking the bottle from her hand, "More than I probably should," His gaze ticked toward the cash register where he kept his horde of Zazy pendants for an instant, and he tipped the bottle to his lips, indulging in a long pull on the scotch before he looked back at her and shrugged faintly: ",Nowhere near enough."

He eyed her for a long moment, debating with himself as to how much he should tell her, about what he knows about the Azazelites, about how and why he knows it, about what he's done,

She could probably pull that information out of you with a glance, anyway, he told himself, but she hasn't, and she did take her own risk in revealing her true nature to some drunken bum of a stranger,

,He nodded, took another pull from the bottle, and set the thing down on the table between them.

"I've been hunting these sons-of-bitches for almost three years," he said, an almost sad smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he reached for the picture of Emily in her wedding dress, "and I've only scratched the surface.

The Cult's been around for a long time," he continued, gazing at the photo he held in his hands, ", a lot longer than I care to think about, to be honest, but they've only started to make their mark around here in the past five years or so. My wife, Emily, she knew about them before I did, asked me more than once to help her stop them, in fact," Alex set the picture down on the table next to the bottle of scotch and stared at it for a moment longer before lifting his grey eyes to Penelope's, ",I didn't. And she died because of it,"

The bedraggled PI sighed softly, offered a faint shake of his head, and, after fishing a cigarette from his pocket began to relate the entirety of his tale to this woman he'd only just met. He told her that, despite being raised in the Craft and being married to a relatively powerful witch, he himself never truly practiced in earnest or even so much as acknowledged his faith more than in passing, his career and what he had imagined for their earthly future were more important, after all, "You worry about the Reckoning, baby, I used to tell her," he smiled sadly, maybe even guiltily, at one point, "I'll worry about the bills."

He told her about how, when Emily's coven had first become aware of the Cult rising to power in the area, she had come to him and asked him to, at least, attend their rituals and lend his essence to their spells if he couldn't bring himself to use or even acknowledge his gift, "I told her I was too busy on a case. Didn't have the time to stand the circle and try to bind some minor dark coven. She had all the power she needed, anyway, right? ‘You worry about the Reckoning, baby; I'll worry about the bills.'"

He told her, then, about the other two times Emily had asked for his assistance and how, again, he had managed to avoid dabbling in the workings of Magic, "‘That's your thing, Em,' I told her, ‘You handle the bad stuff in the ether and I'll handle the bad stuff here in the real world,'" Alex shook his head and reached for the bottle. "I was an idiot," he said before tipping the bottle to his lips, "She was practically begging me and I was too blind to see it. The third time she asked me was the last time I saw her alive,"

The rest of it spilled from his lips as vividly and horrifically as it spilled into his nightmares, Waving off Emily's last request for him to lend his power to the coven in deference to a big case, Kissing her good-bye and wishing her well before disappearing into his work on Chicago's streets, Getting the blood-chilling phone call and somehow knowing in that very instant that there was nothing he could do, Abandoning the case, anyway, and frantically racing to the warehouse where Em's coven had gathered, finding them all butchered, coming close to getting flayed alive himself,

Yeah, he mused darkly as he came toward the end of the nightmare, I don't guess I'll be sleeping anytime soon.

",Anyway," he sighed, having related everything up to his having quite the force, "the CPD wasn't gettin' anywhere and I was, I dunno, lost, I guess, angry. I threw myself into the Craft and into finding these f*#kers wherever they might be, and makin' ‘em pay for what they did." There was a mirthless snort of a chuckle at that and Alex's gaze drifted back to Emily's picture. "She probably wouldn't approve of the way I'm doin' it," he almost whispered, "probably wouldn't be happy with the way I've embraced my Gift." His burn-scarred fingertips drifted over the smiling face in the photograph for a second and he returned that smile with one of his own just before he tipped the frame over so the picture was face down. "But, with every one of the sons-of-bitches I find, the closer I get to findin' the top,"

His eyes went hard, then, the sadness crystalizing into anger. "Most of ‘em don't like to talk, at first," he said, fishing a cigarette from his pocket, "and, truth be told, I didn't let the last one say much of anything," He lit the smoke, took a drag, and blew the smoke out in exasperation. ",That was probably a mistake," he admitted quietly, almost to himself, "Eddie was probably the biggest fish I've landed, so far. Most of the others were just minnows,"

Alex blinked, then, as if realizing he'd wandered off topic, and offered Penelope a vaguely apologetic smile. "Like I was sayin'," he said, "I don't have much of a lead on the top tier, just yet, but I've got the low down on a handful of their gathering spots and I have started finding their Gifted. Once I get a look at your place, I figure I can manage to run down another one or two and get some useful intel from ‘em,"

((OOC: So, I decided to back-burner the Joe Kelly post for a moment and tack this one up instead. Plenty of room for interjection and the like, throughout, as always... Run with it as you will...))

Posted on 2016-10-03 at 10:17:26.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: LOL


Yay, posts!!!

I love seeing posts!

Got one started for Det Kelly, yesterday, that I need to finish and you can bet your sweet bippy that I'll have one posted for Alex very soon after.

Also... since I hadn't gotten around to answering, yet... Boo Boo, you're right Oath of Duty isn't a power, at all. The best way to look at it is that it's the "oath of service" that Cyrene swore to Azazel in exchange for his having brought her back from the Threshold and granting her the powers she has (i.e. the enhanced strength, dexterity, longevity, etc...). If you're interested in more powers, we can easily strip some points from skills in order to buy more metaphysics. That said, point-wise, Cyrene is pretty darn powerful as she stands... she's at least a good 10 points above Alex, anyway, plus she's got the benefit of never tiring (i.e. having to make endurance checks), centuries of experience (i.e. all those skills), and having the entire Cult at her disposal, for the most part...

Posted on 2016-10-02 at 12:14:12.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: I'm out and about, now...


...but will respond soon.

Posted on 2016-09-30 at 20:01:25.

Topic: Stare into the Night characters
Subject: Bump...


...to make it easier to find for the moment.

Posted on 2016-09-30 at 18:26:14.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Oath of Duty


Pg 107 of the Abomination Codex

"The spirit patron (Azazel) demands that the character work in the furtherance of the spirit;s goals. The entity's enemies become the character's enemies, and they must pursue the same goals. A deity dedicated to Justice will require that the beneficiary punish the guilty and protect the innocent. A demon, on the other hand, will demand that the character works toward the corruption of the innocent and the destruction of all ideals and hope..."

Hideaway

Pg 146 of the Mystery Codex

"Magicians with this invocation can hide their presence or that of other people or objects (the target), effectively rendering them invisible. The Hideaway invocation works on many different levels..."

My fault, Boo Boo... I think I pointed you at the wrong books. :/

Posted on 2016-09-30 at 17:57:12.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Metaphysics


Right you are! Descriptions for Tainted Touch, Infection, and Unveil can be found in the Abomination Codex. Hideaway and Lesser Illusion are in Witchcraft.

Posted on 2016-09-30 at 15:35:56.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: C'mon, Memphis!!!


Let Momma play! We neeeeeed her!!!

Posted on 2016-09-30 at 14:31:05.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Meri...


...we've always seemed to do that, haven't we?


I've missed you !!!

Posted on 2016-09-30 at 14:24:15.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Cyrene La Croix v2.1.2


Okay, so after having a little back and forth with Boo Boo over the Essence/Taint thing, I went back to do some adjustments to the character sheet and, as I was doing so, figured I might as well go ahead and work up an actual "Chosen of Azazel" Quality (much like the Vampyre Quality, etc) thanks to the chit-chat that's been going on here. To that end, I've updated Cyrene's Character Sheet using the new "template" and came up with this:

Cyrene LaCroix

Player: Boo Boo

Concept: Fanatic

Association: Chosen of Azazel
  • +1 to Resources, +1 to Attractiveness
  • Must have Language (Demonic) and Humanities (Teachings of Azazel) Skills.

Character type: Undead/Demonic Servant
Description: Gender: Female | Age: 553 (appears to be mid-30s) | Height: 5'6" | Weight: 132 lbs | Hair: Black | Eyes: Blue
Strength: 4

Dexterity: 6

Constitution: 4

Intelligence: 3

Perception: 4

Willpower: 4

Life Points: 48

Endurance: 0

Speed: 20

Essence: 37

Taint Channeling: 2

Taint Pool: 30


Qualities

  • Chosen of Azazel: 1 (15)
    • Tainted Battleboost: 1
    • Taint (+2 Channeling)
    • Taint Pool
    • Longevity
    • Superhuman Attributes


  • Age: 3 (15)

  • Attractiveness: 3 (3)

  • Hard to Kill: 2 (2)

  • Resources Quality: 3 (4)

  • Charisma Quality: 1

  • Fast Reaction Time: 1 (2)

  • Status: 2 (2)

  • Influence: 1 (3)

  • Situational Awareness: 1 (2)


Drawbacks:

  • Adversary: 3 (-3)

  • Obligation: 3 (-3)

  • Reckless: 1 (-2)

  • Delusions of Grandeur: 1 (-1)

  • Vantiy: 1 (-1)



Skills:
  • Acting: 2

  • Disguise: 3

  • Escapism: 2

  • Guns (Handgun): 2

  • Hand Weapon (Sword): 3

  • Humanities (Teachings of Azazel): 3

  • Humanities (History): 3

  • Language (French): 5

  • Martial Arts (Krav Maga): 4
    • Combat Moves
      • *Punch: 3
      • *Kick: 3
      • *Counter-punch: 3
      • Arm Lock: 2
      • Choke Hold: 2
      • Flip: 2
      • Crescent Kick: 2


  • Rituals (Azazelite): 2

  • Language (English): 2

  • Language (Demonic): 2

  • Stealth: 2

  • Occult Knowledge: 3

Metaphysics:

  • Tainted Touch: 1
  • Infection: 1
  • Unveil: 1
  • Hideaway: 1
  • Lesser Illusion: 1
  • Oath of Duty: 2


-------------------------------

Look okay to you, Boo Boo? Any questions/comments, anyone?


Posted on 2016-09-30 at 14:22:00.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 18:01:30 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: If work doesn't cooperate...


...I'll hold it down and touch it's eyeball until it squeals like a little girl, if you want, boss!

Posted on 2016-09-30 at 10:11:19.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Finally!


I think I've managed to edit out all of those annoying "question mark" things that littered this thread after our last crash. Our thread is looking much better now.



Posted on 2016-09-30 at 10:10:18.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: *griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnns*


Absolutely fantastic!!!

I'm so glad we got this going again.

Thanks for succumbing to my arm twisting and joining us Boo Boo. Cyrene's gonna be a fun addition.

Posted on 2016-09-30 at 06:47:45.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Character sheet update


I've done some minor tweaking on Alex's character sheet...

Changed the concept from "Survivor" to "Avenger" as, I figure, at this point in his story, he's certainly more the latter... I mean he's cooking Zazies in the streets, fer Pete's sake!!! Also, it works better with that "destiny" thing that I made reference to in my last post. (I think I may have discussed this "destiny" with most of you OOC way back when we first started this game, actually... If you want a refresher, let me know).

Also, I cleaned up/organized Qualities, Drawbacks, Skills and such... And for Boo Boo's benefit (as well as having a quick reference of my own), added the various effects that could be created/utilized with each of Alex's listed metaphysics. I'll be happy to do the same for the rest if anyone likes.

Aaaand, I think that's it for now...

Posted on 2016-09-29 at 12:43:40.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I got so excited...


...I facelicked myself!

Posted on 2016-09-29 at 11:56:33.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Whew!


That took longer than it should have for what it is. Just glad I finally got something done to get back into things.

It did get my mind spinning on some other facets of this little saga that I need to get back to, as well... Check in with Joe, etc... maybe another Lucius appearance at some point, especially considering that Cyrene's in town... I have the thoughts! lots of the thoughts!

Posted on 2016-09-29 at 10:09:51.

Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Down the rabbit hole we go


The little grey fluffball had coerced him into opening a can of tuna for her in exchange for an explanation as to what in all the hells had just happened outside and, as Smoke ate, she started relating to him all of what she'd seen in Rosie's dream. Rosie and this Alice-thing had actually been friends a long time ago, perhaps the best of friends, even. Just normal girls that did the things those normal girls do with their normal friends, Then, there was the clock that somehow wasn't a clock and, somehow, these normal girls had recognized that fact and took it upon themselves to destroy the thing, Alex felt his stomach lurch, again, when Smoke detailed what had happened, then, the clock becoming some kind of monster, killing Alice, then dead Alice killed the clock-monster and died again in the effort, If he'd been a mundane, he imagined, just the thoughts of it all would have fried his psyche, if a mundane could even bring themselves to believe any part of it was true.

Lord and Lady, Alex sighed, shoving a hand through the mop of his hair as he tried to get his mind around all of what the bast was telling him, It's no wonder Rosie's so f^(#ed up about time and clocks, that poem's making a lot more sense all the sudden, His fingers untangled from his hair and moved to fish a cigarette from his jacket pocket, reminding him, when they didn't find the familiar feel of the battered leather, that he'd left his jacket in the front room, Is that why she's so oblivious to her own potential, too, he wondered, pushing away from where he leaned against the counter and heading for the front room and that cigarette he felt the need for, She witnessed Alice's power and it scared the livin' s#!t outta her, mebbe? Some kinda PTSD?

Retrieving his jacket from where he'd left it, Alex shrugged back into the thing even as his fingers sought out the pack of smokes in its inside pocket. The weight of the jacket soothed his frayed nerves, as did the act of nestling that cigarette into the corner of his mouth, and the feel of the pentacle-engraved Zippo in his hand as he lifted it to light the tobacco. ~Ching!~ He flipped the lighter open and ~scritch~ struck the flint wheel. The flame jumped to life and, as he brought it closer to the cigarette, Alex found himself staring all too deeply into that tiny speck of heat and light. What if Rosie and Alice are two sides of the same coin, he heard a voice that he wasn't sure was his own whisper as he stood there, transfixed by the flame dancing before his eyes, A beacon of Essence on one side, a beacon of Taint on the other, And what if that's why Alice is here? Looking for her other half. Deep in the tiny flame, Alex thought he saw the silhouette of a body, just then, and he wanted to blink but couldn't.

What if those halves get put back together, the voice whispered as the shadow-form writhed miserably within the lighter's flame, in the presence of and able to draw on all of this, Did the shadow-body just scream? ,all of us?

He felt his own Essence swell and gather, unbidden, in his fingertips. Entranced as he was by the Zippo's flame, though, he couldn't stop it, couldn't even get himself to blink himself free of the fire and the tortured soul roasting inside of it, until the flame exploded into a ball of fire large enough to finally light the cigarette, singe the hairs on his face, and snap him violently from his woolgathering. "S#!t," he exclaimed, flinching as he snapped the lighter shut and, instinctively, patted at his face to insure he wasn't on fire.

He didn't feel like puking, anymore, but his heart was threatening to pound out of his chest. "S#!t," he repeated, softer than before, as he took a shuddering drag from the cigarette and allowed his eyes to travel to the staircase. Penelope was outside with Alice, hopefully not getting herself killed, or would it be destroyed, in her case?.. Rosie was upstairs, sleeping a, now, dreamless sleep given what Smoke had told him,

"And you're standin' here doin' nothin' but wonderin' what it's supposed to mean," he grumbled at himself, "Actin' like some piss-pants little twelve-year-old who's never seen a ghost." Another angry puff on the cigarette found him standing at his desk, tugging open a drawer, and retrieving his pistol from inside. "That what you're gonna do when the Reckoning comes," he chastised himself under his breath as he checked the weapon's load, then snugged the thing into the waistband of his jeans, "just stand there blinkin' at it?

What would Em say about that?"

He exhaled a cloud of smoke, then, and tried to draw in a deep, calming breath, attempting to center himself and focus his Essence. She'd say she loves you, his mind told him,and that she believes in you, Your destiny is,

"Yeah, yeah," he cut off the inner voice, rubbing his freshly reddened fingertips on the leg of his jeans as he strode for the front door, "she might've been wrong about that destiny she liked to talk about, Some warrior of the light I'm turning out to be,

Smoke," he called, reaching the door and starting to unlatch the bolts, "Keep an eye on Rosie! I gotta go make sure that Penelope's,"

It was then that Alex noticed that Rosie's makeshift ward taped up by the doorway was no longer glowing; "What the hell?" He checked the one that covered his watch and saw that it, too, had ceased to shine. Does that mean Alice is gone, he wondered. How long ago did they stop glowing? Where's Penelope? S#!t!!!


He was pulling the 9mm from his waistband and, at the same time, throwing the last of the bolts on the door open, when, suddenly, he felt a brief flicker of sadness, followed by a peculiar sense of disquieted relief, and then came the soft knocking on the door. Alex tore the door open with a little more force than he'd meant to, but the sound of that knock and the feelings that had immediately preceded it, well,

"You're okay," he almost whispered on the relieved sigh that escaped his lips when he opened the door to see Penelope standing there. He found he couldn't keep himself from looking her over, head to toe, to assure himself that she'd escaped the horribly tainted Alice truly unscathed. Nor, when that appeared to actually be the case, could he keep himself from smiling a bit and reaching out a hand to touch her cheek, When his newly seared fingertips came into view, though, he realized what he was doing and his smile went from relieved to sheepish as he quickly withdrew that hand and scratched at his stubbled jaw instead.

"I was just, uh," he realized that his gun was still in his other hand as he stepped to one side, gesturing for her to come in, "I was just coming to look for you." He returned the pistol to the waistband of his pants and shrugged. "I was,"

Shut up, Alex!


"I'm glad you're alright," he finished, closing the door, again,

((OOC: Not my best, but it's getting me back into Alex's head a bit... run with it as you will. ))

Posted on 2016-09-29 at 10:03:37.

 
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