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Post by Mephistel on Sept 14, 2017 7:19:09 GMT -5
Cerberus
Opening the box, at first glance..or touch, nothings seems very useful so far, a few scarce memories, but nothing worth mentioning or that could help in the current investigation. As he browse trough the items, something caught his attention, a shiver running down his spine as his eyes set on the watch. At first glance, it doesn't seem like much, but he knew his fingers would tell him a lot more then that.
The familiarity that watch gave him was strange, what was it? He couldn't tell, but he felt like he knew it, but how? He could clearly say that he had never met M. Hernandez, so why would one of his belonging called to him like that? On that, he reached for the watch, intending to examine the object more closely, more personally as he drifted into the memories of time itself.
A smile rise on his face thinking about the play of words and he concentrate.
-Tell me your secrets little one...I'm listening...-
He whispered, more to himself then anyone else.
---------------------------------- 5 in psychometry to understand the feeling and get into the watch memories. 3 in intelligence, see if I can tell anything from the watch details, marks, inscription?
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Post by lilithsboy on Sept 14, 2017 20:25:15 GMT -5
Christopher does know better than to give out his name from his own lips if they find it out through media it will be next to worthless and he does not trust anyone here enough; however, he was taught to be polite to his elders and takes the offered hand. He smiles genuinely and beings immediately attempting to place the man in his head seeing as the owner of this establishment would obviously be a practitioner of some sort and if he is speaking with a shaman the flavor of magic would likely be religious in nature. Removing his hand and greeting Walks With Smoke next he briefly glances over at Mildred an idea forming in his head and laments, not for the first time, never having developed any mental magic. I wonder how pissed she is going to be with me for this. He ponders for a moment before resigning himself to take whatever fall out occurs.
Please call me Quaesitor, it is a pleasure to meet the both of you and once again I do apologize for the intrusion; however, it seems that I have need of assistance and it might even be beneficial to have both of your council. There is an issue on a small patch of land in the area a police precinct is currently there previously the area was used as a hospital and church I am unclear of what it was prior to that, however, I have reason to believe it was significant for much longer periods. Something is causing and feeding off madness in the building I also believe that you Mr. Walks With Smoke have dealt with it before. I have come to ask this thing's exact nature and if you have any idea how to suppress it again or even better eliminate the threat entirely.
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Post by leska on Sept 21, 2017 21:44:30 GMT -5
Jade and the doctor walked side by side down the halls towards Mr. Hernandez's room. It would seem her show of telepathic powers not only intrigued the good doctor but also caused her to be awe-inspired. As the two of them walked through he corridors, they saw that things were nice and seemed more pleasant for someone dealing with problems of the psyche. Checking her watch it was pretty late for the people her and accounted for the dead silence in the air, all but one when they arrived to his room. Hernandez was tossing and turning in his bed due to some kind of nightmare. Jade's red eyes looked at the man before looking back at the doctor as she had requested that Jade report on anything she found which could aid in his psychosis being cured. "Alright" said Jade looking back at the man. Focusing on his mind, she used her telepathic power to pierce his thoughts and begin her long search within his mind, looking for pieces of what happened that night in the basement and what had been tormenting him for all this time. -------------- WS: 4/4 RS: 3/12 -------------- Telepathy: 9 to dive into Mr. Hernandez's mind and begin to find out clues of whats been going on within his head and if possible find the memories of that night and try to replay them.
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Post by Janus on Sept 29, 2017 16:58:04 GMT -5
Mildred
You watch as Christopher saunters over to the two magicians.
What was that phrase from Tolkien that you liked so much? 'Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards for they are subtle and quick to anger.' Of course with Christopher being a wizard too he'll probably be ok but it never hurts to be ready.
The drink is placed by your hand in a thermal mug and you take a sip, 98.6 degrees and fresh as if it had just come from a vein. A wave of euphoria rolls down you for a moment before you regain control. Surprisingly easily in fact, blood has been known to drive vampires into a frenzy but keeping control here and now is as easy as you have ever known it. It can't be chemical, you'd either taste it or it would take time to work. Magical maybe? Apparently Grandfather thinks of everything.
(Mildred you can see and hear everything that happens at the table with Christopher if you want to, how you chose to react is up to you).
Christopher
Grandfather smiles and makes room for you to sit whilst the old Shaman looks you over with cautious eyes before speaking.
"So, you are the one the outcast has sent, so be it." He says. "She has already paid the price so I am honour bound to aid you. I could not destroy the creature as she asked so I shall tell you what I know. Perhaps you will fair better, but this will be the limit of my support."
He takes out a bag and throws some bones down on the table before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a small knife. Looking briefly at Grandfather, who nods at some unspoken question he cuts his palm and drips a few splashes of blood onto the table and utters a single word in a language you don't understand.
It's a spell, that is plane enough and one you can easily resist if you chose to, but you feel it reaching into your head, not forcing you to follow but inviting you. If you were to guess you'd say you were being invited into some sort of mind link with him. Perhaps privacy is an issue.
Cerberus
You touch the watch and almost before you will your power into being there is a flash, not exactly a memory, more an impression. Something touched this watch, something old, very very old, old like the mountains and the sea. Something with eyes made of darkness and arms made of nightmares. Something hungry and terrible. Something Fae.
Then the energy is gone and you slip into the memories of the watches true owner. Mr Hernandez is all told a very boring man, he worked at the local DMV as a clerk, he liked his baseball, he lived alone and drank a lot.
On the last night he wore the watch, he had been on a date, her name was Susan, they'd had a nice evening. She'd given him her number. He'd driven home drunk. Getting stopped by the police had terrified him, but not as much as getting dropped in the drunk tank. Then the escape had happened. The thugs had insisted on him coming with them, he hadn't wanted to but their leader, a steely eyed man with a scar across one eye had threatened him so he had done as he was told.
Things had gone be wrong quickly. Two cops had spotted them and pulled guns, there had been a struggle and they had dragged him along as a hostage. Down into the sub basement and that was where things had gone from bad to worse. It had made no sense going into the basement, there was no way out but the entire gang had wanted to, almost irrationally.
One moment they had been getting ready to barricade the doors, then two at the back started screaming and clutching their heads, then everyone was screaming and tearing at each other, trying to rip each other apart. Three cops came in and the group just charged them running directly into their guns. It was chaos but the female cop was amazing, fighting like nothing he had ever seen. Hand to hand she disabled the group single handedly. From the way she moved and fought she was strong, stronger than any of the men and she moved with a practiced grace that couldn't be natural.
During all this Mr Hernandez had been watching, clutching his head. Whatever had effected the gang members was effecting him but not nearly as badly.
Soon after this the watch left Mr Hernandez's possession as he and the gang members were transferred to Arkham.
Jade
You reach out to the mans mind, hoping to slip to his memories, find that evening and view it without disturbing him. The good news is that finding that memory is surprisingly easy, it is in fact all he thinks about now. The bad news is the state of his mind.
No mind could naturally be as his is now. A tattered wreck, held together in a chemical cloud of anti-psychotics. His mind seems to flip randomly from one moment to another, no order can be seen, no structure. You see flashes, running down a dark set of stairs, being dragged out of a cell by a man with a scar over one eye, gunfire in the darkness, screams, violence, the relative peace of a drunk tank cell with only him in it, hiding in a dark corner as something crawls into his brain. Getting at the memory in any sort of understandable format will require work.
The chaos around you is disorienting so you float out drifting on the periphery of his mind to get a better view of the whole, and there you see his mind-scape. It is like a curtain in four dimensions and through it are huge rips as if some unearthly creature with claws had torn at the fabric of his mind.
As if this weren't strange enough you get the impression that whatever did this could not get a proper grip on his mind and the damage done was from its flailing efforts to try. The fact that his mind is still there is testament to it's inability.
Looking closely though you get the impression that you could, with a little time heal his mind. Getting at the memory will practically necessitate it to some degree, how much you attempt though is up to you.
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Post by lilithsboy on Sept 30, 2017 0:18:00 GMT -5
Christopher is watching Walks with Smoke intently even before he ever reaches for the bag, having left all pretense at the door as Mildred suggested he is eager to learn anything the two can offer and does ease his natural resistance to magic and mental intrusion but he also is remembering every detail of both the spell and whatever comes next.
*********************** Photographic memory
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Post by Gris on Oct 1, 2017 4:17:08 GMT -5
A sip, just a simple sip and Mildred was shivering. The sounds of the bar muted, the colors became dull, and the only thing she could hear was the beating of the hearts around her. And then the feeling just passed, as suddenly as it had embraced her. There was times were the blood didn't have that pull on her, but those were the wild days when she fed of people several times every night. There was no room for need, no space for excitement, when you had been reduced to a fat tick, brimming with borrowed life. The less you fed, the stronger the pull was, and even if the content of that mug tasted and felt as right as it should, there was something missing.
The hunt.
For Mildred had always been a matter of seduction, not about pouncing upon people in dark alleys, but whatever form it took, it was a hunt nonetheless. Mildred took another sip, the sensation less powerful than before but still there. Keeping the thirst from stirring her made Mildred feel even older, like an elderly woman whose young and active self was just something of the past. She needed a distraction, and she needed it fast, nobody liked a melancholic drunk. Even if there wasn't enough blood in that mug to make her feel inebriated, she was doing a good job with the sad part.
Trying to amuse herself with the meeting at the table, Mildred frowned. Of course, she expected worse things that being called an outcast by a man that avoided her like the plague. Perhaps a monster, a dead creature, a demon... as things were, outcast wasn't so bad. What price was he talking about? When has she asked to destroy... Mildred stopped in her inner rambling. Wait, was Walks With Smoke talking about Captain Dyre? He had to be, as Mildred wasn't aware of paying any price. What was she? Grandfather probably would know, although there was no way he'd tell.
"Chloe" Mildred called for her. "My curiosity is starting to get the best of me, and I'm wondering if I haven't gotten into something quite odd" she painted her face with the best of her smiles, hoping that it made her look friendly and not like the cat that ate the canary. "Has my new boss been here? Jocelyn Dyre?" she finally asked, the sparkle of curiosity in her eyes. "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important" she leaned forward, looking for complicity from the bartender.
Health: 4/4 ; Energy: 12/12 Action: Social Skills (Persuasion) 5 Health: 4/4 ; Energy: 7/12
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Post by Mephistel on Oct 1, 2017 17:53:58 GMT -5
Cerberus
Cerberus was overwhelm by the sudden surge of energy that came from the watch. That energy felt very so familiar because it was similar to his own, but much much more darker. What measure of entity had grab that watch was definitively fae, and it wasn't exactly a good one. He didn't knew much of his kind, despite being one himself and that he had some powers of mystic origins. Apart from the previous surge of energy, which left the watch a few seconds later, he could see the past of the man. What had happened during that night.
He could see it, clear as day, that this was a massacrer. Those people were led there for a reason, and that reason was the spirit behind it. That fae entity that tried to control them, tough as if it was just a game, turning them against each other, even M. Hernandez. Now he knew what they were against, but how to find it? And how to get rid of it? He actually had an idea on how to find the culprit, it's energy was probably lingering still, so by finding traces of that same energy, maybe he could find it again.
He did well to remember the darkness emitted a few moments ago by the watch. He had what he needed, the other items weren't showing anything relevant that needed his attention. Instead of putting the watch back in the box, he looked at it for a moment, then putting it in both his hands, silently created an illusion of a second watch, then hid the real one in his sleeve while seemingly putting it back in the box. So the man would just bring the box back to the self and nothing would be missing now would it?
He didn't want to deal with the papers he would need just to keep the watch as a key item to work out this case. In any case, this was a good lead, and so he put the cover back on the box then gave it back to the man with his usual smile, tough to him it was friendly, it might have looks eerie. Coming from a fae, that was even creeper.
-Thank you for your work, I'll head back to my collegue now..ah, but I suppose I'll need you to open the doors for me won't I?-
------------------------------------------------- 3 in fae magic to create the illusion of putting the watch back in the box. 6 into thieving, stealth, pickpocket, to hide the real watch in my sleeve without being seen and keep it safe on me.
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Post by leska on Oct 4, 2017 0:39:19 GMT -5
Within the man's tattered mind, Jade felt a little sorry for him and what he endured, but whatever caused this damage wasn't playing around. Jade looked around as the chaos ensued within him psyche as she tried to focus on a certain memeory of that night but all she could collect were pieces, fragments of that night which only shed a little light on what had gone on. She figured that with some time she could help heal his mind though it was a feat she didn't know how to do, but it was possible.. This was gonna be far from an easy job as she didn't have the time to try and let the healing happen naturally as the anti-psychotics were the only thing keeping this mind together much like using duct tape on the Titanic. Focusing on his mind, Jade attempted to her telepathic power to try and reconnect his mind to the best of her abilities, hopefully she wouldn't mess this up but any kind of recovery was better than this.. --------------- WS: 4/4 RS: 3/15 --------------- Telepathy: 6; 2 to keep herself connected to his mind, and 4 to try and piece together some of this massive puzzle called his mind.
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Post by Janus on Oct 6, 2017 18:11:17 GMT -5
Christopher
You feel the spell complete and the rest of the room melt away in mist and darkness. This is Mesmerism, magic of the mind. A simple spell just to create a mind link between you.
"In the beginning there were the old ones and they created this land as a safe haven, free from the dangers of blood metal but rich in all other ways. Then my ancestors, the Miagani, came from the fourth world and there was conflict between them, however neither side wished the death of the other though so the spirits of the other worlds came together and brokered a peace. The old ones would become the spirits of the land and the air and the sea. They would live in the souls of the creatures of the forests. They would teach the Miagani live in harmony with their world. In return the Miagani would honour the spirits of the old ones and their land. This peace lasted for many years and the old ones taught the Miagani many secrets."
"Then the white man came and dishonoured the spirits, corrupted the land and shattered the peace that the Miagani had so long kept to. Seeing no difference between the white man and the Miagani the old ones sought revenge, planting the spirits corrupted by man into the land that their rage would feed off the evil in mans hearts causing madness and death. This is the story my father taught to me and his father taught to him."
"I sought to end the curse of the spirit that rests in the ground beneath your building with my blood. I failed, so I placed on the earth wards that would limit its power in that place whilst I live. I have pondered why my sacrifice failed and whilst I do not know for certain I suspect that it is not the blood of a human the spirit will listen to. Only the blood of an old one will make the spirit listen but my people have not see the old ones for as long as any can remember."
Mildred
Chloe grins and laughs
"Well odd is what we do around here, but yea Joss comes in once or twice a month. Ah reckon she's just checkin' in, makin' sure Grandfather ain't had any trouble. Not that he couldn't handle it but everyone knows she's a cop and no one wants to bring the law down."
She glances up and down the bar and seeing no customers waiting carries on.
"Only seen Grandfather ask her to step in once. Couple of new vampires eighteen months back, came round lookin' for trouble. Grandfather called Joss, told her where to find 'em. Never saw either of them again."
"Course old Smokey over there," she says nodding at Walks with Smoke. "He does not like Joss one bit. I mean he don't normally like anyone, ah swear that man comes in just for a different set of folks to scowl at, but a couple of years back she had a talk with him an' after that he won't be in the same room as her."
She shrugs.
"Ah guess it takes all sorts, huh?"
Cerberus
You palm the watch, covering it with an illusion. Gordon doesn't notice, in fact he doesn't seem to notice much of anything, or seem to care for that matter. The watch will be missed on the manifest but hopefully that will be a problem for another day.
"Sure." He says putting the box back, apparently oblivious to any supernatural qualities of your facial expression. It seems working the night shift at Arkham Asylum, numbed the senses after a while.
"You would like to go back to reception now?"
Jade
The memories are difficult to move and this is a four dimensional jigsaw puzzle. It takes you a moment but you spot two memories that seem to go together. Stairs, walking down them, following the gangers, then arriving at the bottom of the stairs, what is more as you slip the two memories near to each other they seem to resonate. Tiny threads of memory seem to pass between them and they link.
You see Philipe's mind pass over the memory, seemingly in his dream state and the threads grow stronger, the joins are still weak but with the anti psychotics holding them still, your telepathy moving them into the right place and Philipe's mind strengthening the bonds, the man has, for the first time a real chance.
You try another memory, getting arrested and place into the cop car, then the drive back to the station. Again the memories mesh, small pieces become larger pieces. Again and again you find memories that fit, working as quickly as you can, you will never repair everything but as you follow the memories back the damage becomes less, and the more memories you fit together the more his mind is able to take over. It's like a scutcher, patching one bit helps all the bits next to it.
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Post by Mephistel on Oct 6, 2017 18:33:49 GMT -5
Cerberus
Cerberus nodded.
-I would rather go see M. Hernandez now, if you don't mind...or at least, meet back with my partner.-
He said simply, waiting for the man to show him the way.
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Post by lilithsboy on Oct 7, 2017 0:47:41 GMT -5
Christopher thinks for a moment trying to choose his words carefully.
If I understand your lesson properly then is the being underneath the station, not an old one itself? Do you think instead of destruction or placation we might be able to purify it? I am sure you have noticed that Gotham is dying the city decays more with each passing year, restoring the spirit of an old one to the area could do nothing but help. The problem as I see it is too many still corrupt the land if we proved to the spirit that those who use the building are trying to maintain a sense of order and balance do you believe it may be able to be turned around? I would prefer to help it rather than what I believe our captain wishes particularly if the spirit was once benevolent and only turned into what it is due to man's folly. As far as we may know destruction may not even be possible the creature is there because of the destructive tendencies of man, feeding into those tendencies may only make it stronger it certainly does seem to like the worst criminals that are brought in.
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Post by Gris on Oct 7, 2017 4:00:19 GMT -5
The information revealed by Chloe's open attitude put Mildred's poker face to test, as she tried not to react too much to what the smiley bartender had revealed. Now it was confirmed that their boss was anything but normal and that Mildred's memory haven't been playing tricks on her. That she didn't age was now obvious, but did that meant she was also a vampire like her? The notion of her being on Grandfather's call to get rid of a couple of troublemaking vampires made Mildred shiver. If you went a few decades back, she could have been one of those problematic bloodsuckers herself, what did Jocelyn did to them? What was she?
As Chloe kept talking it was apparent that Jocelyn had reached some kind of deal with Walks With Smoke, something that didn't end well if she had to guess, but there still was more to uncover. "It takes all sorts indeed, maybe I should invite Jocelyn for a drink one of these days" Mildred commented, taking a couple sips of blood, pushing the discomfort away with the warm liquid. "Does she..." Mildred asked discreetly, tapping her bloody mug twice with her index finger as she talked, wondering what would be her beverage of choice. Maybe Chloe could confirm if their boss was a vampire, something that would make Mildred wonder how had she reached her rank, how the Bat didn't act around something like that.
Health: 4/4 ; Energy: 11/12 Action: Social Skills (Persuasion) 5, keeping her efforts of making Chloe talk in a friendly manner. Health: 4/4 ; Energy: 6/12
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Post by Janus on Oct 19, 2017 19:30:40 GMT -5
Christopher
Walks with smoke looks at you and shakes his head.
"If such a magic exists it is held by the old ones and them alone. The stories tell that the spirits were once old ones but they chose to become the spirits of the land. When the white man cut down the trees, covered the land with concrete, when they put poisons into the water and their fumes choked the air. These things corrupted the spirits. If you wish to uncorrupt them, these are the things you must undo."
"Even with the blood of an old one you may only force to appear as it once was."
Mildred
"Oh, Joss drinks, she don't get drunk all that easy though. Only seen her tipsy just the once. Grandfather got her this bottle of wine or some such, said he spent an arm and a leg on getting it. I only took a sniff and I was dizzy for an hour. Best damn hour of ma life though, I mean I was grinnin' for the rest of the day, like I was stoned or something."
"Crazy, crazy stuff, an she drank a whole glass of it."
Cerberus
"Ok, please follow."
And with that Gordon leads you deeper into the Asylum. Corridors seem to merge together in a maze that he navigates without even looking. Only coloured lines on the floor give a clue as to what direction different sections might be in.
You pass signs for 'out patients', 'day clinics' and 'residential 1' though '4' until you reach 'secure wing 1'. You pass through a well reinforced door and find yourself in a corridor. Outside one door stands Jade and Dr Montoya. Dr Montoya is fidgeting noticeably, where as Jade is motionless, standing statue like gazing in through the window in the door.
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Post by leska on Oct 19, 2017 20:38:22 GMT -5
Jade watches the scene unfolds before her as she watches the memories grow stronger and with that, the fractured psyche was healing. Mr. Hernandez had a chance now to come back to reality in some sense but unfortunately for the inspector, her powers had their limits as the strain of using her telepathy in such a constant manner was something she constantly tried to avoid as it would drain her mental faculties quickly. Jade pressed on though as she wanted to keep making as much progress as she could before she couldn't maintain the telepathic connection between him and herself. Pacing herself, Jade continued to reassemble the mind while conserving her energy. ------ WS: 4/4 RS: 5/15 -------
Telepathy: 4; 3 to maintain her link and 1 to continue her work
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Post by lilithsboy on Oct 20, 2017 0:08:12 GMT -5
Thank you for your assistance I am going to promise to make the most of it that I can. I believe the next step it to locate an old one there are still untouched places in this world perhaps we can find one. What is done can rarely ever be undone time is a cruel thing, I thank you for your time and if you ever wish for my assistance I will be willing to hear you out.
Christopher pulls back from the mind link.
Grandfather, Walkswithsmoke I cannot thank you enough for your time and efforts this night I will try my best to ensure that none of it was in vain. I do hope that neither of you will object to me frequenting this establishment I rather fancy this place, and I ask your leave to go and see what can be done with my new information.
Grandma always was a stickler for asking to be excused from a table.
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