WoD: The Sky Untuned - Charming. Second Day
My muscles burn as I take off across the park. Eighteen months in a bed will do that for you I suppose; they’re underused but the will is still there. Whatever’s happening sounds like action, and I’ve been itching to hit something since I woke up. Hopefully I’ll even get to make someone or something bleed.
Sure it’s misdirected rage, but right now action, ANY action is preferable to the confusion we’ve been mired in. That’s why I took on the duty to find Stainless’ little bro’s killer. A bad guy to kill makes sense, and I’ve thrown my lot in with Stainless for good or for worse. No one has any satisfactory answers and my people have gone to shit. I need to do something.
I reach for Arcadia, preparing the imago of a weaving of fate in my mind and then stop. The way things have been going magic may be a dumb move. If I ‘dox, I ‘dox large. It may hinder more than help. But, what if this is some kind of crazy faery thing? I’m torn by indecision for about a second as I move. Screw it. We need an edge. To ignore magic is to lose myself, lose the hope of Atlantis-to-come.
Something minor, a ruling of matter on my nightstick. Just enough to tip the world in my favour. As the imago wells up from my soul, that's when it hits me. A thought that’s been bubbling away in the back of my mind since the "What do we think happened" talk in the car.
If Yin is right, then the supernal is present in the Fallen world. Somehow the gap has been breached... If that's right... Then where the hell are the Oracles? Worse, where are the Exarchs?
Shit.
Sure it’s misdirected rage, but right now action, ANY action is preferable to the confusion we’ve been mired in. That’s why I took on the duty to find Stainless’ little bro’s killer. A bad guy to kill makes sense, and I’ve thrown my lot in with Stainless for good or for worse. No one has any satisfactory answers and my people have gone to shit. I need to do something.
I reach for Arcadia, preparing the imago of a weaving of fate in my mind and then stop. The way things have been going magic may be a dumb move. If I ‘dox, I ‘dox large. It may hinder more than help. But, what if this is some kind of crazy faery thing? I’m torn by indecision for about a second as I move. Screw it. We need an edge. To ignore magic is to lose myself, lose the hope of Atlantis-to-come.
Something minor, a ruling of matter on my nightstick. Just enough to tip the world in my favour. As the imago wells up from my soul, that's when it hits me. A thought that’s been bubbling away in the back of my mind since the "What do we think happened" talk in the car.
If Yin is right, then the supernal is present in the Fallen world. Somehow the gap has been breached... If that's right... Then where the hell are the Oracles? Worse, where are the Exarchs?
Shit.