Noxious

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I am definitely interested.

Broken Circle: Arcana Americana

The breeze had only gingerly caressed some stray tendrils about her face before she felt something wrap about the base of her neck. It tingled at her fingertips and up her arms, prickling the hairs to attention, curling along her nerves and seeking out fate lines of its own. It felt like a sensual scratch on her psyche, numbing the present. Her pupils gasped beneath the dark sunglasses before her neck tensed and forced a rigid gaze on the ceiling. Her lips parted and she barely whispered, not speaking to anyone in particular…

"Wer mit Ungeheuern kämpft, mag zusehn, dass er nicht dabei zum Ungeheuer wird. Und wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst, blickt der Abgrund auch in dich hinein. "

The glass that had surprisingly remained between her fingers this long chose to shatter at the exact moment Johnny lunged clumsily for the door that she had yet to acknowledge. It was the shattering and yelling that finally jarred her focus. Her breath came out like a hiss as the room seized up and collapsed back upon her, her lungs betraying a trembling fear that the glass no longer could. Shaking fingers reached quickly to rub at the symbol on her neck, security blanket and sanity source still intact.

Reality seemed like a teasing tide, washing over her only to recede and leave her in her own mind, with the ever nagging company of the arcane. Even as Noah was being admonished she could feel the changing fate lines in the room, crackling and dissolving and reattaching. That pesky little voice in her mind pleaded with her to give in for a moment and see what would wash over her as she stared into a ceiling that appeared more and more like an ordinary ceiling, but apart of her was searching beyond still, calling out...or being called out to. She wrung her twitching fingers around her purse strap and allowed her eyes to mimic her fingers with jerking glances about the room beneath the dark shades. Her lungs were still leaping in her chest when the Madame surged with power.

Other than the awkward cadence of her lungs and her convulsing fingers and twitching blank eyes she seemed to shut down. Until she began to repeat, like a feather barely coaxing the air, the directions the Madame had given them.

“new Gods dwelling, desecrated by the fallen light.

new Gods dwelling, desecrated by the fallen light.

new Gods dwelling, desecrated by the fallen light.”

As the fate that seeped from the Madame began to infect the lines of those in the room she started to back towards the door. It crept around them and her eyes followed pensively as she inched towards the door. She bumped into one of the others and only then did her eyes release the lines long enough to bolt for the door. She didn't even wait for the others, but speed walked out of the bar, grabbing a recently opened beer from a patron on her way out. When they exited they would find her leaning against the outdoor wall of the bar, greedily inhaling on a cigarette between sips of beer. She continued to obsessively flick the cigarette while her tan hikers boot tapped nervously and she seemed lost in thought.

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

I happen to have a character that I think will work perfectly. ;) I need to see if I have enough time though. I don't want the other RPs to suffer.

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Also, the next post you guys make doesn't have to be super long; mainly questions, reactions. You can comment on those that arrived after you if you feel inclined.

I was thinking of giving people the option to bow out but I don't think the RP would be very fun if you become an outsider. :|

My next post will be actually outlining the plan and will provide more conversation and direction.

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Some of the Barons were definitely more directed towards specific people. Like the Recluse for @ConstableWalrus (who I actually really really like). BUT do not feel like you have to go with any specific Baron. I actually completely forgot I wrote Simon Fuller into the Watchdog, so if you prefer a different Baron I'm willing to change that @Melonhead.

The Wicked, The Weird, The Ugly. (Western/Horror.)

I'll have a character to you today. PROMISE.

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Thank you guys for the patience. It wont be such a delay for the next post as I already have a pretty good idea where the missions will be directed.

Barons are posted, please choose a district.

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The room was tense; like a court ordered rehab program with a bunch of occupants that weren’t sure what to expect and an unvetted social worker leading the way with blind optimism that only added to the tension. The plain looking man pressed his hair back with his right palm, a subconscious tick left over from before conditioning, though it didn’t seem to denote nervousness. His eyes scanned those sitting in front of him and he seemed in control, well, he seemed like a person told to appear confident; a little off, a little forced. The scene was awkward, even from a vampiric standpoint. Usually thralls, even those conditioned to be calm, would be exhibiting some reaction (sweat, shaking) when surrounded by a group like this. There were a few present that had a nature in and of itself that seemed to facilitate anxiety, especially in humans; but not these thralls. The well dressed man stood in the middle, encircled by the desk filled with individuals that could each remove his head from his body without even trying. He exhibited the nervousness of a CEO in a board room holding all the cards for a takeover. It was all topped with the unfaltering sociable smile stuck to his lips as though his master had painted him like a stiff doll. It eerily remained even as those same lips parted to speak.

“First, on behalf of my proprietor I would like to genuinely thank you all for coming; we are fully aware of the danger. You may have noticed this group is rather eclectic, for lack of a better word. There isn’t a living or dead person who would gamble on placing you all in the same room, but isn’t that part of the fun?” He paused to chuckle, but it seemed rehearsed. When no one else shared the laugh he cleared his throat and continued on. “There will be questions I’m sure. Please hold off and we will do our best to answer them.”

He seemed to attempt a serious expression, but was unable to suppress the smile implant as well as he hoped. “As you may know the Monarch and his Barons have maintained control of the Charleston area for two centuries and have implemented laws that, in all truth, are used to enslave and disenfranchise their own kin. You don’t remember a time before these laws and restrictions, but my proprietor does. He sees a need for change and he is not alone in this. Some of you may hear whispers of dissension. They have always existed, no matter who the ruler, no matter the location, but the whispers are growing as the times change and the rulers do not. While the Barons seem to hold a strong front this is all for show. They have as many cracks, secrets and bias as any human; compounded by centuries of time to expand and dwell on them.”

“We are not expecting you to take on the Monarch or the Barons head on; but you are in a unique position of being invisible in a world where age blinds the elders to your abilities. You may be unaware of the tribulations between the Barons, but my proprietor has information that will help guide you into actions that will benefit yourselves, as well as them. You see, there is always discord amongst the Barons, discord which you can fuel and stoke to a greater flame and purpose. The plan is to use their own vices against them.”

“I’m sure some of you are thinking that if it was so easy, why hasn’t it been done? It isn’t easy, but it has been done. Before we continue with the information provided I feel inclined to tell you that if you would like to bow out, that is acceptable. You can simply walk out the door right now. It would be remiss for me to fail to inform you that the blood pact only covers the events and discussions of tonight. My proprietor suggests that a blood pact is formed between those of you who wish to carry on, for your own protection of course.”

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I hope to have the post up tomorrow. I'm sorry guys. I've been swamped with work and this puppy.

Dog didn't kill me, but I've definitely got some bruises. She woke me up to a throat punch on Saturday, which was nice. Named her Tonka, or Tatonka.

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Can we eagerly await the fabled exposition post later on today?

@MelonHead

It would have been today but I got guilted into taking in a foster dog. So, I am so so sorry but it will still be another day. I am working on it right now; please be patient with me. :)

TL;DR about foster dog
She's adorable and super sweet, but she was living on the street and she's a HUGE pitbull puppy, still teething. She's been a handful. Monday was get her a bath and call everyone who might want a dog. Tuesday was teaching her to sit and stay and not pee in the house. If you know anyone in Dallas who needs a dog let me know! I'm not allowed to name her because then I'll keep her, but I've been calling her S.B. (side bitch)