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JEALOUS
DEFINITELY HEXED
CRYBABY
CRUEL

I’m very disappointed in you, vampire. Confusing poor Timmy like that.

Did you mean to squeeze his heart until it burst? You did, didn’t you. I’ve seen your kind before. Always a game to play, always a string to tie. Never say what you mean, never quite mean what you say. “Protect him,” really! As if you were ever going to do such a thing.

But wouldn’t you know it! It must be a night for shattering plans, no? Here’s our Timmy, so prepared for a vampire to assault him, and now here’s some terrible beast of the night bounding towards him. There goes the shriek, there goes the punch meant for you, and there it goes a-whiffing through the breeze. Better luck next time, Timmy! You’ll certainly need it.

Then there’s you! You worked so hard to be the big, bad vampire, and now you’re getting ripped to itty bitty pieces. By a ditzy woodland creature who’s forgotten how to bathe. That’s going to leave a mark on your menacing reputation. Not to mention your exposed chest. Such a shame!

And then? There’s me.

I didn’t have to step in, you know. But you had to go and cross the line. You filled his head with lies of safety, then you got yourself mauled by a wild thing. So confusing, for such a sweet, innocent boy. I’m afraid this is all just too much for him, so now I have to make myself clear.

You aren’t going to protect him. You can’t protect him.

Because he’s got me.

[Rolling to Lash Out Violently at Elodie: 5 + 3 + 2 = 10, spending String on Elodie to make it 2 Harm]

Light streamed through the open door.

Timothy’s shadow stretched out over the creature.

And feasted.
Sorry for holding everyone up. This week has kicked my butt. ><

Post done. It's clunky but it's there.


No worries. It's been a rough week all around. >_>

Anarion, I'll let Analee take the first stab at this one.
JEALOUS
DEFINITELY HEXED
CRYBABY
CRUEL

SAVAGE
MERCURIAL

The human clearly knew how to hold a grudge. Fine.

The long game it is.

Samael bows his head as if in concession and takes a step back, palms open and held wide.

"A mutually beneficial agreement. A deal, if you like. And a negotiable one. I offer you my protection. I believe that might be worth something to you. When you're ready to discuss the particulars and of your end of it... you know where to find me. If not tonight then... I'm certain life at Sleepshy Rise will have you reconsider before long. I have that feeling. Just don't wait too-"


A flurry of emotions ran through Timmy's eyes. Anger. Suspicion. Confusion. Was that a trace of curiosity? Maybe only a trace. But he settled on relief. Finally, this awful night might end.

Samael's eyes quickly shift to Annalee and there is obvious surprise on his face. He searches her expression and the light in his eyes changes. He looks genuinely taken aback. If genuine is a word that can even apply to him. Could it be she actually caught him off guard?

"Ana..." he breathes, his voice much less certain than a moment ago "...what is this? Are you... breaking up with me?"


...you know, he really ought to know better by now.

"Annie..." Timmy glanced to the door (on the other side of Annie) and back to the emotionally distraught vampire (on the other side of empty, unprotected space). "Are you breaking up with him?"
Ball is in the vampire's court on this one. :P
JEALOUS
DEFINITELY HEXED
CRYBABY
CRUEL

Timothy lowered the Hand of Modesty from his face a necessary smidge. Just enough to see his eyes, and little else. Eyes framed in a still-flushed face, carefully looking at Samael without looking at Samael. Especially without meeting his gaze.

This close, can you hear the thunder of his heart, vampire? Oh, is there any heart like our Timmy’s? Who else can stand so long on the precipice of fight or flight? You won’t find a soul so steeped in sweat, adrenaline, blood, innocence, ignorance, life! How delectable! How precious!

“It would seem,” he swallowed hard. “That the smart human who feared vampires would know better than to trust one.”

He did not move for the door. The simple, unspoken response: Why on earth should I believe you?

Annalee? Or is it Annie? Which do your lovers call you? Whoever you are, your Baba must’ve taken you near some frightful places during your education. It’s important, you know! Being afraid of the dark. So, so important. Baba didn’t forget. I doubt you did either. Won’t you tell us what you felt then? When your body tells you to run before your eyes can tell you why, what’s it like? Won’t you tell us?
I'm looking for a Samael post here. If Elanorin wants to have him sit, then I think we can wrap up the scene. If she wants the confrontation now, I'm also game for that and will adjust my night plans accordingly either way.


Same. Ball is very much in Samael's court as his prey tries to slip away. :P
JEALOUS
DEFINITELY HEXED
CRYBABY

Timothy listened to the entire soliloquy from behind a raised hand of modesty. He gawked. He gagged. He coughed. But he did not say a word. Not until she was finished. Not until Samael had started talking.

Timothy took a long, deep breath. Shuddered. And spoke.

“Right then.”

And for those of you who failed the Queen’s English, a translation into Standard Teen:

“k”

Hard stop. No punctuation. A notch above being left on Read.

[Rolling to Shut Elodie Down: 1 + 5 + 1 = 7, go ahead and lose another String on Timmy.]

“Sir?” Timothy interrupted. “If you’re too busy now, perhaps we could discuss your...proposal, at a later time? There was other schoolwork tonight that needed doing…”

And that was it. He trailed off, and that was it. Yes, he was beet red behind his hand, and yes, he was visibly trembling. But that was it! That was all he had to say for himself! Look, look, the lad’s clenching his fist, but doesn’t even have the decency to throw a proper tantrum. Let him stew for as long as your patience lasts, you'll not get another peep from him. No, this was the full extent of Timothy Oglevee Crompton’s grand protestation. Bask in the disappointment, ye mighty, and despair.
Introducing

Timothy Oglevee Crompton

(of the Wilkenstonshire Cromptons)

The Neighbor


LOOKS: Stilted. Averted eyes.
Male, muddy brown eyes, fastidiously stiff and tidy school uniform. Neatly combed medium-brown hair.
Small, but not short. Lean, but not gaunt. Wears glasses, but not stylishly.

ORIGIN: send help there's been a terrible mistake

STATS:
Hot: -1
Cold: 1
Volatile: 2
Dark: -1

CONDITIONS:
JEALOUS
DEFINITELY HEXED
CRYBABY
CRUEL

BACKSTORY:

Timothy and Annalee made out in a broom closet once.

Timothy's bedroom window faces Samael's. He keeps his blinds open for unknown (and probably unwise) reasons.

I have Strings on:
G'eldriia Despanna - 1
Annalee - 2
Samael - 2

HARM:
[_] [_] [_] [_]

When you take time to tend to your wounds, once per session you may heal 1 Harm. If someone else is there with you, tending to your wounds delicately and intimately – and perhaps with erotic subtext – you may heal an additional 1 Harm.

To avoid death, erase all harm and choose one:
- Become your Darkest Self,
- Lose all Strings you have on everybody.

MOVES:

Mixed Messages: When you’re alone with someone, decide if you’re attracted to them or not.
-If you are, tell them why you can’t be together and roll to Shut Them Down, adding 1 to the roll.
-If you’re not, tell them all the things they’ve got going for them (to let them down easy) and roll to Turn Them On, adding 1 to the roll.

Two Eyes: When you take your glasses off, your Hot becomes 3. You actually need your glasses, so subtract 2 from rolls where sight matters.

Nap Fan: As soon as you fall asleep somewhere, choose two for the MC to detail when you wake:
-Something was left for you
-Someone’s there
-Someone’s been trying to contact you
-Something’s been broken
-You had a nice dream.

Darkest Self: You feel... you feel like a monster. What kind of monster do you feel like? A werewolf, a vampire, a ghost, a queen... it can be anything you can think of. Tell the MC, and they’ll hand you that Skin or the closest thing to it. It can be different each time. Read their Darkest Self: you are drowning in metaphor. Choking on it. Your body isn’t supernatural, but you’re gonna take it right to the line. You become that Darkest Self

Current Darkest Self: (Ghost) You become invisible, unnoticeable. No one can see you, feel you, or hear your voice. You can still affect inanimate objects, but this is your only avenue of communication. You escape your Darkest Self when someone acknowledges your presence, and demonstrates how much they want you around.

Special: When you have sex with someone, tell them something you don’t want them to know.

XP:
[X] [X] [X] [_] [_]

IMPROVEMENT:
_ Add +1 to one of your stats.
_ Take another Neighbor move.
_ Take another Neighbor move.
_ Take a move from any Skin.
_ Take a move from any Skin.
_ You have Lots of Exes.
Not planning to go for the shut down there, Amish? Just Timmy's silent (and currently entirely unnoticed) disapproval?


No, you're right. There ought to be a mechanical bite there. Let me edit that post real quick.

And for the future, if anybody ever sees me write a post, and you get this same feeling of, "gee, it feels like there ought to be a move rolled or a String spent or something," please let me know. This is twice now that I've noticed myself doing something that - to me - would be a significant social move, but to the other party it was completely toothless. (Mind, that sometimes might be exactly what I want, but not so here.)
JEALOUS
DEFINITELY HEXED
CRYBABY

For the first time in an age, Timothy was permitted to stand, and this gift did little to offset the ongoing misfortune.

Straightaway he yelped and put a hand up to cover Annie's indecency. No, hold that thought, that hand was also needed to cover the vampire's indecency. And Annie's. While he was at it, could he also cover Elodie? No? Was he sure about that? Perhaps he could, no, too many vampire abs, can't have that. So maybe if he just kept, yes, he could avert his eyes strategically as he moved his hand to cover the majority of the hot spots. Yes. Alright. That was the plan. Stick to it, Crompton. And no peeking, you pathetic mongrel.

"S-sir, if this is about the assignment," he placated in Samael's general vicinity. (Why couldn't he have left the door open? Why?!) "If you'll give me five minute's peace, I'm sure I could have it done and ready to turn in..."

CREEP
WHIPPED
TRUANT

Annalee is having some weird feelings right now. She did her thing and the hypnotism is wearing off. But she's still got a lot of complex feelings. Okay she got Timmy here. Samael manipulated her. Samael hurt her earlier. She flinches when the finger touches her jawline. Just for an instant, she can't help it, okay?! But then his touch is soft, and delicate. He gave her his shirt, too. That's very kind of him. It felt warm, protecting her from the chilly air of the library, cool to preserve all those dusty old books. That was nice, wasn't it? Maybe he'd just reacted badly before, maybe...

Her head swam and she leaned into him. "A werewolf flung me out of a school tower and I had to leave my shirt with the sphinx at the entrance to get everyone here. And Elly-belly very nearly dragged Timmy right past the library to the Angel's room instead, which is why I had to practically tackle them in here."


He doesn't say anything to you Annie.

No, no, it's fine. Really! There's no need. He's seen quite enough. You cursed him at Samael's behest. You let Samael feed upon you. (And don't think he didn't notice that little mark.) You lied to his face about wishing to help him, only to bring him straight into a vampire's clutches. And you nearly tore him in two to make it so. Now here he is, cooing over you like a gentleman suitor.

Speak your piece, or don't. It matters little. He's seen how it is, and he's seen quite enough, and if by chance you see him through his shielding hand, you'll find that he doesn't wish to see you at all.

[Spending a String on Annie to tempt her to pull away from Samael. Show some tangible shame for what you've done.]
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