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Aug 10, 2009 16:03

Date: very early March 19, 2003
Status: Private (Drugs, Primoris) Complete
Setting: mostly the lobby and nearby bathroom
Summary: Drugs sneaks in and discovers Primoris - or is it Primoris that discovers Drugs?

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npc primoris, /private, .dreamstone plot, .closed, npc drugs

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safehouse_guest August 11 2009, 00:32:01 UTC

In the dimness of the little bathroom just off the lobby, something gleamed purple.

The idiot angel hadn't even realised what it had been holding in its hand, and had even forgotten about it, dropping it while dressing and forgetting to pick it up and bring it out. Well, more fool the angel. It was probably a good thing anyway; while the angel had been full of simmering resentment and anger and plans that might have been of use, chances were it could have passed the jewel on to another angel, one still in the fold. Angels and their strange sense of right and wrong. There is no right, no wrong, simply the fear and the darkness and the hunt and the predator and its prey and the terror of knowing you might never wake up...

The swirling darkness inside the amethyst seemed to pause for a moment. Something was approaching. Something potentially... useful.

safehouse_guest August 11 2009, 11:57:15 UTC

Drugs walked as quietly as he could following the wall to get a feeling for the layout of the building. He couldn't sense anyone nearby and knew that all the lights on this level had been out for a while now - well, at least those visible from the front. Not all of the manor's inhabitants were people he could feel, though. Drugs and those who took or sold them burned brightly in his awareness, but those who abstained were hard to detect and some of the beings that he'd seen come and go did not register to his supernatural senses at all. Fellow gods or personifications from completely different domains he assumed and shuddered at the thought of what they might have to do with Ishtar's plans ( ... )

safehouse_guest August 13 2009, 00:32:55 UTC

If the being trapped in the amethyst had had an actual voice, he would have hissed in satisfaction at the emotions he could sense. Fear, and anger, and a longing to cause suffering... he soaked them up, glorying in them.

This person would definitely be useful. He focused, reaching out towards the mind of the being, mentally pulling. Ah, a god, of sorts. Definitely useful.

Come to me...

safehouse_guest August 13 2009, 17:16:47 UTC

For a moment he hesitated worried that somebody might be inside the room or would hear the door open, but then he pushed down the handle anyway suddenly sure he'd find something interesting in there. Yes, something seemed to be calling to him.

The room turned out to be an ordinary bathroom, dark and empty ... except ...

Something glowed purple next to the washbasin and it was definitely not a fancy new brand of soap. It felt powerful and as if it had been waiting for him. Fascinated Drugs picked it up. It felt cold and smooth with sharp edges, a crystal or cut stone, and in the midst of the purple glow darkness swirled enticingly. Beautiful.

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safehouse_guest September 16 2009, 06:17:52 UTC

Ah, trees. Primoris liked forests, especially old, thick ones. The darkness beneath the canopy of leaves reminded him of the old days, and even now some still feared the darkness and the creatures that their imagination populated forests with. The human imagination was truly a wonderful thing. It could conjure up so many horrors, all on its own.

This forest wasn't very old or forbidding, but it would do.

Very well. You have a realm of your own?

safehouse_guest September 16 2009, 14:54:18 UTC

Drugs frowned at the question. Old gods lived in groups and realms. It must give a sense of belonging of having a retreat, or strength in numbers ...

"No, no realm. Realms are for the relics. I am a modern god present and available at all times, none of the magic and mystery of the uninformed dark ages. I come to my faithful in every drug they take. Why should they have to travel to mystic places to find me?"

safehouse_guest September 17 2009, 06:45:19 UTC

I simply wondered if you had a place for yourself, to rest in. It might have proved a safer base than this forest, but apparently the forest would have to do.

safehouse_guest September 17 2009, 16:21:45 UTC

"No, nothing of the sort. I am strengthened by the belief of my faithful and my successes in converting people. I do not need something as pathetic as rest."

Maybe he'd like to have a place, but right now it wouldn't be wise to leave anyway.

"Besides we should stay close to this place, so you can gather strength from the beings here."

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