Unfortunately if you just went to sleep You kinda ended your participation until the day ends. I'll try and get these guys through their encounters quickly so we can start the next day.
(Dammit. Probably should have spent Favor on that roll.)
Leave the car, camera in hand, and bolt away from the car. If the moth attacks, use a favor point to ensure I reach solid cover. Take pictures as soon as I'm out of reach of the creature. Hide as long as necessary until the moth goes away or other people arrive.
Name: Sean O'Malley, Phd.
Appearance: A trim, short man in his mid-40s, with a jovial expression and short reddish-brown hair.
Backstory: After completing his doctorate in Philosophy, he found his life unexpectedly limited after promoting some rather nonstandard views, after discovering and investigating some minor secrets. His position was since removed, and he no longer commands the respect he once had among his peers.
Physical stats: (list in order)
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d8
Endurance: d8
Awareness: d10
Guile: d6
Knowledge: d12
Willpower: d6
Occult stats:
Corruption: 0
Madness: 0
Favor: 2
World Stats:
Connections: d6
Possessions: d6
Money: d6
Standing: d6
Inventory:
$450
Bicycle
Drafting Board
Datsun Maxima
(Make sure to add your camera to your possessions list)
[3] You leap out of your car and sprint across the road for the nearest bit of cover: a row of low brick buildings, the closest being a closed laundry mat. Your intention is to just toss yourself through one of the windows and take cover inside. As you run, you hold the camera behind your back as steady as you can and snap pictures. You're about halfway across the 10 meters to the safety of the shop when you hear that same non-noise, the great thump of silent air pressure, and a comet of green light streaks over your head and impacts the storefront. Metal shrieks and glass shatters as the moth lands, the energy of its leap smashing the storefront inwards and sinking dents down around its feet. Its upside down, head pointed towards the ground, but its eyes are still on you. Alien, unknowable eyes that glitter with reflected light.
Now, using favor to ask for something works like this. You must write out exactly what your wish is. It must be 50 characters or less. And then we roll the favor die to see how well it turns out. The results are usually instant.
Woah! Gnarly.
"Chillax dude. I'm not a rat. And besides, I'm gonna need the tape for what comes next. Now hold him down and check his wallet while I save him, will ya?"
Keep recording.
Ask the Scholar to give me the power or knowledge to revive this man. Or something like that. I'm not sure how this favor thing works. Do what would be best with it to achieve the objective of undeadening the man.
If that doesn't work, then... run away, I guess.
Name: Helen Hywater, though she insists on calling herself "The Recorder" during cult related activities
Appearance: A young girl with short dark hair and green eyes. Tends to wear a dark brown trenchcoat and fedora during cult related activities to avoid suspicion.
Backstory: Has a fascination with recording stuff for posterity and specifically cameras. Makes her way through life doing odd jobs and videotaping things, sometimes things she probably shouldn't record. She's even managed to make some short films. She's a bit weird and she knows it but she doesn't care. As for why she's with the cult, she mostly just wants to record stuff and then sell them for fame and loads of momey. Maybe she can make the world's first real found footage film.
Physical stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d10
Endurance: d8
Awareness: d12
Guile: d8
Knowledge: d6
Willpower: d6
Occult stats:
Corruption: 0
Madness: 0
Favor: d6 (The Scholar in Red)
World Stats:
Connections: d10
Possessions: d4
Money: d4
Standing: d8
Inventory:
Clothes
A high-end handheld camcorder with flashlight and infrared nightvision capability
Rented grey sedan (7 days left)
80$
[6] [favor -1]
You look at the man and wish silently to yourself.
"Give me what I need to bring this man back to life"
You immediately double up in pain and collapse to the ground. You can't control the reaction, your legs just lose all their strength and you crumple. You feel like every single muscle in your body has been worked out to the point of failure and is now twitching and charlie horsing. Your guts feel like you have the worst case of food poisoning and your lungs scream like you just sprinted the circumference of the globe without taking a breath. Absolutely every part of you is in screaming agony for a few seconds and then it subsides. It doesn't vanish so much as it immediately dulls, as though you have removed the strain and now all that remains is the thudding ache in its wake. You open your eyes and suck in a few breaths, not daring to sit up yet.
"Ow." you grunt.
"That is not a good thing, damn it. Give me the tape. Then... go back to your house, call <phone number>. They'll be able to help. Not the police, that's roulette."
Well, shit. Demand Helen give Guile her camcorder's tape, first thing. If she doesn't comply, well, d12 strength. Guile's not playing nice with someone who has evidence of him murdering someone. Edit: If she doesn't comply, he'll stand back as she requested, then when she's distracted, he'll force her to the ground, take her camera, and take the tape out and crush it. Or smash the camera if that's infeasible. If this turns into a chase instead, use Favor to level speed to d10.
Then, check the guy over, try and figure out whether he's dead, or just stunned. If he's alive, roll connections for someone who can treat a severely wounded person and won't ask questions. Dead, roll for a cleaner. Tell Helen to call whichever one is rolled for. Edit: Helen isn't cooperating, so Guile will call himself after he drags the body into the house. Both bodies, if he ended up killing Helen by accident too. Edit 2: Actually, no, don't call anyone yet, I'm curious where this is gonna go. Disposal might end being more natural and easy without calling in favors.
Move the body into the house, and if he's alive, try to keep him that way.
Name: Guile
Appearance: Guile Backstory: A former United States Air Force major who was forced to retire after uncovering deep corruption within the organization. He's since dedicated himself to exposing corruption and taking down criminal syndicates--which has left him with a staggering number of both allies and enemies, though even his enemies tend to have a healthy respect for his ruthless dedication and merciful nature. Recently, his family was murdered gruesomely
because syvarris doesn't want to bother with them because he had called police on several high-ranking members of an occult organization (after beating them senseless, as Guile is wont to do). Ever since he has been singlemindedly pursuing any hint of the occult, as a personal vendetta, which has left him homeless, penniless, and inventory-less. Of course, Guile has never needed anything more than his fists to fight the good fight.
Physical stats:Strength: d12 (+)
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d8
Endurance: d8
Awareness: d6
Guile: d12
Knowledge: d4
Willpower: d6
Occult stats:Corruption: 0
Madness: 0
Favor: 1
World Stats:Connections: d12
Possessions: 0
Money: 0
Standing: d12Inventory: His sonic fists are all he needs!
You're in the middle of talking when Helen drops. You freeze for a moment as she writhes and then jump up and back from her, head whipping around and looking for the source of her evident pain. Images of gunmen hiding in the bushes flash through your mind and you try to look everywhere at once. You see nothing and so, with a muttered curse you go to Helen's side. She's already stopped spasming and is now lying still and limp but breathing and apparently awake. You check her over, looking for injuries but find none, so you kneel next to her and pull her up a bit so she's sitting with her back against your leg. She hisses in a breath as you do so, apparently sore.
"What happened." You whisper to her, still looking around.
"I asked for a favor." She says, voice still low and breathy.
You look down at her to ask her what and notice her face, lit in the porch light. She was young before and still is but not quite as young. Its the kind of change that might be attributed to the strain of whatever happened, easy to mistake for just being very tired or run down. She looks 3 or maybe 5 years older. She's lost weight too, not a lot but it is noticeable. You stare at her in shock for a moment before you hear something behind you. It sounds like a branch breaking in reverse; a crunching grind leading to a sharp inverted crack. And then the man sucks in a ragged gasp before he starts breathing normally.
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