GM: Vulcan
Players: Smoke, Daniel, Adam
Synopsis: The players investigate the mysterious leave-taking of most of Denver's free spirits.
Date: Dec 4, 2069
Smoke hovers near the front of the Queen of Cups in astral form, resembling a smokey owl form shot through with silvery threads. A dimly glowing shard is in his left hand. Above him is a mist spirit floating in a rather agitated state.
Adam finishes his phone calls to Nathan and says, "Nice job, guys." He lets his alchemical partner know he is going out for a little bit and goes to a room to rest. Slipping out of his body he meets up with Smoke and his agitated spirit.
The Mist Spirit has little peels of thunder emanating from it. No lightening, but oooh, its not happy.
Adam motions over towards Smoke's spirit, "Have you tried asking him what is bothering him?"
Daniel goes through the quick process of calling in the little spirits, and then slips free of his own body, casting his spirit out into the night. He arrives at the Queen with his aura glowing a bit, taking on a granite-like appearance, and is followed by 5 small, stone-looking spirits that flit around with their wings, overly agitated. His eyes have a bit of a white flare to them as he spots the others, and floats over to them… almost as if he is propelled by wings.
Smoke looks up at the spirit and asks, "Mykose, what are you feeling? Is there something wrong?" His eyes flash opalescent and he cocks his head in the same manner that he does on the material world.
The Spirit eyes smoke. "Mykose? Who the FUCK is mykose, lungbreather?"
Smoke looks at the spirit, "Its the fucking name I just gave you, like 'hey joe'. Its a mix of Sioux words."
Adam is mostly blue-white in astral— but otherwise looks like himself. "Shame we can't give Spirits a drink to calm thier nerves and get them to talk." Give the spirits some spirits, har har.
From afar, Air has to moderate himself slightly. "Nine always takes it badly when he simply cleans house."
"Did I ask you for a fucking name? No. Did I ask you to summon me from my home plane to this backwater fucking pissant fleshworld? No. Did I ask to be bound to serve your self-righteous, sanctimonious biological ass just because you can weave a little mana? No. But I here I am. So what the fuck do you want, Oh great massah?"
Smoke cocks his head a little more and looks at both Adam and Flying Stone. "Uh this spirit is sort of angry I think." He looks back at the Mist. "Okay so tell me what the hell you are feeling that has you so uptight and in a snit." Smoke smirks smokily.
Daniel tilts his head to the side, and Looks at the spirit. It's kind of different the way it happens on the astral. It involves some flaring of his glowing eyes, and rather than the 'thousand yard stare' normally seen. "Huh. No drek. At the very least, it's still a normal spirit, as far as I can tell," the shaman says to the others.
"No. You want me to use my powers to aide you, fine. I'm fucken here. I'm HERE already. But I am not your info source."
Smoke says, "Then conceal us and shut the hell up." Smoke's astral form ripples with deep reds and oranges for a moment. He looks at the others, "Lets go check this weirdness out."
The spirit does as asked, extending its mists about the group.
Adam notes, "Well it would be too easy if they just told us— and the answer would be plastered in the 'lands. So— where to start."
Daniel offers a slight nod, that's more of a bow on the astral, and turns to head in… whichever direction it seems the others are going in. At present, he's ignoring the watcher's craziness. "If we could find the center of the event, perhaps we could find something to See?" he offers.
"Hey, I know, every spirit with half an ounce of self-control is getting the hell out of the area, so lets summon up some more slaves! Yeeee fucken haw. Goddamn lungbreathers…"
Smoke says, "Lets head from here toward downtown. I just want to get a feel for what is happening. I guess my main reason for heading this way is maybe getting a chance to take a peek at a dragon." He sort of whispers the last part as he begins to move off.
Adam thinks a moment, "The area can not be the entire planet. Its as you say— likely a center. So we could go away from here and see how long it takes for the spirit to be less irrate." Ah yes, the Scientific Method.
"Uh…" Says the spirit then. "Can we not and say we did? I mean, really. I'm not feeling it. I'm really not feeling going and LOOKING for that kind of shit. I like my form, incoporial and summonable such as it is, so I'd really like not to get my pattern shreeded to top off a dragons mojotank, you know?"
Mykose (A name as good as any) then admits… "I mean, gonna do whatever the FUCK you say until dawn, but… man… please?"
Daniel shrugs, and the energy behind him stirs as if wings were shifted… even here on the astral plane they don't appear fully. "Oh?" he says, perking up at that. "So it's the dragon causing it, then. Well… damn."
Smoke stops and looks at the spirit. "You are free to go Mykose." He just frees the spirit on an instinctual whim. "Besides, how is it going to conceal us with all that yammering." He looks at Adam and Dan and shrugs.
WHOOF. Spirit -gone-.
See those mist-tracks? Yeah. Thats Mykose.
Daniel makes a move to massage his temples before remembering he's on the astral, and the small headache formingis only a sign of annoyance… nothing to really hinder him. "Well, that wasn't all that helpful. 'Oh god… the Dragon heavily vested in the spirit world caused some commotion'. Big surprise."
Adam shrugs his shoulder a bit, "Got me. So you want to go downtown and attempt to stumble across a Dragon?"
Smoke looks at Adam and grins, "Yep, just want to see one, maybe meet it. I always wanted to do that since I was a kid."
Adam looks at Smoke and offers, "Just remember the addage about dealing with dragons. Lets go— won't get anything done floating around here, right?"
Smoke looks at Adam, "The one about ketchup?" he shrugs and starts moving down the street slowly, "Stone you coming?"
Daniel sifts around a little. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess so," he says, and moves to follow, quasie-wings rippling behind him.
Smoke lifts off into the air as his arms become smokey wings. The left wing glinting slightly with the shard like talon. He will stay low to street near the buildings.
Adam zips along. Zip. Just a blue blur on the astral landscape.
As you're traveling along, you sort of all notice it, because you are all perceptive motherfuckers. There's a spirit of Man, looks kind of like a Transformer, but cobbled together from junkyard parts. It's something of an airplane if the airplane had the front end of a 36 ford truck? Yeah. It's kind of fucked up. It's 'engines' are roaring at full boar as it flys past you.
In reverse.
"SON OF A BIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiich…"
And then Whoooop. It's gone, drug backwards twords the center of town.
Daniel follows along, about as fast as Smoke. The little watchers are hard-pressed to keep up, but they manage. The shaman keeps an eye on them, to see their rea-holyshitwhatwasthat-ction.
Smoke moves quickly so as to not get caught up in any potential energy wake. He looks at the others, "What the hell was that? I mean I know what that was, but what could suck something that big up?" He looks at Flying Stone's spirits to see if they are affected.
The watchers, despite being agitated, are too stupid to be scared.
Adam watches as the large spirit of Man gets gobbled up, "Might be prudent to be careful not to suffer the same fate."
Smoke just hangs in the astral and tries to sense if there is any kind of physical or energy/magical like pull toward the center of downtown. He will assense the area in the direction that the spirit vanished.
Daniel looks around, to be sure that the others are still there. "Everyone still in one piece?" he asks, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Well lessee… the humming thrum of the hive of humanity that is the Aztlan sector is off in that direction, always a source of astral pollution, real pollution and bad vibes. That seems to be the direction Mr. Ford-Econo-Jet was sucked off in to. Nothign directly evil persey. I mean, beyond Aztechnology.
Thats pretty evil though.
Smoke 's eyes flash brightly as he looks off in the direction that the spirit was drawn into. He shakes his smokey head. "What do you guys think? Can't really get a feel for anything except the Aztechnology and bad vibes. I still want a closer look."
"Aztechnology is bad vibes. I think they have the copywrite to it," Adam mentions. He motions towards the distance, "By all means. We didnt step out to look at the stars. Lets just try not to end up in some magical soul slurping slushie machine in the process."
Daniel nods a bit. "Yeah, Aztech is bad. Lets keep out of their R&D, and if we spot anything that drips… run," he says. "In fact… if it even seems like it might. I don't feel like going toe-to-toe with a blood spirit."
Smoke nods to both of them and starts in that direction again. A little more slowly this time. "Blood Spirits and Slushie Machines. I just want to see a dragon."
"Why the Dragon fascination," Adam says, "to them we are piss ants. If an ant wanted to see you badly, how would you react to it? Most people step on them." Regardless— hes along for the ride. Professional curiosity.
Daniel grins. "Yeah, and I just want a nice little Electric SUV. Is it worth it to go through hell?" he asks. "Not so much." He srugs a little. "Not like we have a lot to go on otherwise."
The 'border' of the Aztlan Sector.
Still in the CAS sector, not quite across the wall. The wall that bristles with bad feelings.. Another spirit goes sliding by, this one a wind spirit whipped in to a tornado that is impotent as it sucks back twords… it looks like the top of the Tiocalli…
Smoke nods in his vapory way, "They sort of embody my ideal of magic. And well I like learning and really experiencing the things I have read about. Plus I have girlfriend trouble so I am filled with angst." He laughs a little and it floats out odd and hollow. "And well the spirit thing really bugged me."
Daniel blinks. The white flares sort of wink out and appear again. "Huh. That… Huh," he says, somewaht at a loss for words. "Well. That's not really good." Master of the obvious here.
"I don't even know where to start with the witty retorts on that one," Adam says— in an eccentric mood this evening. "So what do you have planned to talk about? 'Hey there, nice Spirit Snack we're having today?'"
"Actually." Musical tones, like scintillating motes catching the rays of sun on a lazy day, this voice is much unto that. "It's not a good conversation to have, no matter how you slice it." Sliding closer, is a draco form, not a great by far, but not quite a juvenile. It comes to rest on the side of an astral-dead building… "It generally ends with someone dead, and in the case of the Tzitzimime… it will be you."
The form itself is hard to focus on, shifting and whirling astral energies seeming to leap out like solar flares, only less with the burny hot death for you. Colors shift, from shades of white and beige through lavender and electric blues.
Smoke cocks his head as he looks at the creature, "So Adam I was thinking maybe we were getting a bit too close. I had a few questions…" He glances at his friends, "I don't think this is Hestaby."
Smoke says, "Well what say we have some sort of conversation that ends up explaining the spirit's getting sucked into that pyramid. I am filled with curiosity."
Daniel would, if not /already/ out of his body, have probably jumped out of it at the noise… noise that, apparently, are… words? No, that can't be. Frag. This is one of those ways Dracospeech has been described as. "Oy," he mutters.
The scintillating voice sounds again, like chimes in the distance, fed by wind from a peaceful valley… "Of course you are. It is your races blessing, and its curse." A pause as its 'head' turns to look out over Aztechnologies sector… "Case in point." A pause as it seems to consider the situation. "One question each… but be wary of all proper idioms and parables before you ask."
Adam looks between Smoke and the dragon. Greatform or Juvenile form— thats still like saying 'Would you like your ass handed to you by the Chuck Norris or Bruce Campbell?' Ah, at least he keeps calm about it. No use panicing around the greater beings. "By all means, ask away. We've already come out this far."
Daniel shakes his head. "No, I'll not have the 'Gee… I wish I knew what to spend my one wish on' scenario," he says. "I'll take my time to figure it out."
The chimes sound again. "Then your question is answered with Silence." The head orients on Smoke.
Smoke looks at the dragon, taking it all in. He knows he has to be careful. "Okay, I would like to know the outcome of such a gathering of power as these spirits are gathered."
The astral form of Perianwyr cocks its head as though amused… The chimes sound now, sparkling motes playing in the air… "Myopic… lacking perspective. The answer is death." It turns then to Adam. "One is forfit. One is unclear. Can a third breeze clear the air?"
Daniel shakes his head. "One is not forfit. One is trying to pick his words right, as you yourself warned him to do," the shaman says. "I will not be rushed into something when given fair warning to be careful."
The Dracoform shakes his head sadly, the musical notes turning somber and dark upon the words, arrogant words of the larval creature that is human. "Leave this area, before Tzitzimime takes note. I have shielded you from his sight.. but advise your brood brothers… to stay in your own world for the next sun cycle. It is best."
Without waiting for an answer, or other response, the from lifts in to the air and is away.
Adam gets about two words into his question before looking to Daniel, "Thanks." Sarcasm. He takes a deep breath and starts to go back to the Queen, taking the dragon's advice before they get thier souls sucked out like oysters.
Smoke looks at Flying Stone and then at Adam, "Who is Tzitzimime?" He then heads in that direction following Adam. "Come on Stone, we got to live. That is a good thing."
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