Post by Kai Rose on Dec 28, 2020 11:41:39 GMT -8
Four.
It was difficult not to see them when she closed her eyes. This wasn't her first time in a battle, but there was something about what she had to do in the name of the Truth that had not settled, that dragged at the back of her mind. Gangsters, not much older than teens, and their cruel Lost handlers, manipulating them toward Spring's vilest interests. Why was the rose water so important to them? Was it really just about money? Were the drug barons of the Verdant Season truly so base?
It set her jaw on edge. If this was so, if Spring had fallen to its darkest urges in Las Vegas, why were they tolerating it at all?
She could not dwell on it. She could not remain. She had committed no crime, but she knew that people like her could use Contracts to sniff out what had happened. Nobody suspected a thing, but a powerful enough Lost with the right magics could learn important information by accident. That information would lead to all manner of problems. The Mind Sculptor would leave nothing for them to find.
Feel. Feel it all. Sense their rage. She sat at a slot machine, stewing in the frustration of the kine around them as the house drained their money. Long, slow breaths, burning Glamour for knowledge. A woman from Seattle, here to visit for pleasure to escape a cheating husband. A dead-eyed man, pulling on the one-armed bandit and hating every minute of it.
Burn away the Glamour. Then, once she was empty, breathe it all in and commune with the Season again and again until the four were drowned in waves of human hate.
It was difficult not to see them when she closed her eyes. This wasn't her first time in a battle, but there was something about what she had to do in the name of the Truth that had not settled, that dragged at the back of her mind. Gangsters, not much older than teens, and their cruel Lost handlers, manipulating them toward Spring's vilest interests. Why was the rose water so important to them? Was it really just about money? Were the drug barons of the Verdant Season truly so base?
It set her jaw on edge. If this was so, if Spring had fallen to its darkest urges in Las Vegas, why were they tolerating it at all?
She could not dwell on it. She could not remain. She had committed no crime, but she knew that people like her could use Contracts to sniff out what had happened. Nobody suspected a thing, but a powerful enough Lost with the right magics could learn important information by accident. That information would lead to all manner of problems. The Mind Sculptor would leave nothing for them to find.
Feel. Feel it all. Sense their rage. She sat at a slot machine, stewing in the frustration of the kine around them as the house drained their money. Long, slow breaths, burning Glamour for knowledge. A woman from Seattle, here to visit for pleasure to escape a cheating husband. A dead-eyed man, pulling on the one-armed bandit and hating every minute of it.
Burn away the Glamour. Then, once she was empty, breathe it all in and commune with the Season again and again until the four were drowned in waves of human hate.
Kai takes 1 mild Clarity damage for dumping her Glamour to zero in a single day.