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Post by Henley on Dec 19, 2021 18:20:24 GMT -8
It was fucking brutal, the aftermath of the vision of a Fae's chosen child soldier coming for him. It was pretty on the nose, especially after the Herald had announced the invasion and the Wards had fallen weaker. Thankfully, Tony was in place. That was a lifeline he was clinging to. Something he could hold on to, something that would make him a nightmare to catch.
However, knowing it was out there, hunting him, was an awful feeling. His sense of reality cracked, and he found himself thinking on the here and now. Mundane things. The business. The chopper. The joys of living in Las Vegas. It helped settle the spike of supernatural anxiety that threatened to shake his world apart.
"No, no, you're right... I'll be okay."
He looked at the floor and sighed.
"I need a mop. And some mouthwash. Fuck."
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Post by Aster Blau on Dec 19, 2021 21:24:31 GMT -8
The Serpent herself was unable to react much to Henley's outbursts, her own pupils dilating as her own fleeting visions filled her senses. The last felt the most personal, causing the zoned out Courser's hands to tense, her claws pricking her palms.
In time, the Serpent's pupils contracted again as she returned to lucidity. She looked sick and unsettled at first, but the expression soon turned to annoyance as she glimpsed Callahan in her periphery.
"Just a shot, my ass," she muttered, her tone acidic before she finally looked to her companions, swaying lightly in her seat from the motion.
"You..." Aster said, her gaze leveling on the blue Ogre before she paused, a hiccup loosing from her throat, "You, good?"
Eventually, the Serpent looked to her own hands and the droplets of red upon them before wiping them absently on her pants.
"Party like this has gotta have something to deal with the taste, yeah?" she offered as Henley spoke of the need for cleanup and a rinse, "Either way I'm... *hic* I'm thinking I've had my fun. With the bar that is."
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 19, 2021 22:04:14 GMT -8
Callan seemed lost in thought as he tracked where Blaze's reaction could be so different from the other two. Like the pool last year, there always had to be an Autumn Prank; but he still silently thanked the Season for the trade of its visions to those not of the Mantle. They all got a little warning today, courtesy of their prayers.
He nodded to Aster, flinching back from the Beast and Torrent's wrath on instinct; as he was already reviewing the Obvious Sticky Note he left for himself. Shaking himself out the bitter bite of the Season, his smile was concerned and apologetic. "I can give you some seltzer if you want," the Flowering offered Henley, calling for a Hob. Realizing who the Moth was and who they were approaching, the Squire of Chunhua hissed in surprise as he darted from behind the well.
"If you excuse me, I need to talk to security about the Oathbreaker no one knows, and let them know that Summer doesn't need to fire!"
Weeds and lilies burst from under his skin, aging and wilting as the glamour of Riddlekith fluttered to the floor. Eight pairs of eyes flicked open as the new spider-like Whisperwisp started murmuring to glamour threads
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Post by Gavin Graves on Dec 19, 2021 22:25:12 GMT -8
Gavin strolls into the bar area noting the convening Lost and their myriad misadventures with the drinks of the evening. He had meant to come through here earlier, but had gotten caught up with other conversations. Still donning his spooky Raven's Skull and feather mantle costume, he tipped the mask up to get a better view of the room.
Raising an eyebrow at the messes on the floor with a steady mild concern, "What's happened here?" The question was offered generally.
Scooping up and scanning a menu in the absence of Callahan, he pondered his selection. "How's the Space Jam? Or is that the one that's dunking on you all?"
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Post by Henley on Dec 19, 2021 23:35:45 GMT -8
Henley gave Callahan a breathless thumbs up, accepting a seltzer from the hob and swishing it before spitting into a sink. It didn't make the puke taste all that much better, but some gum would have to do until he got home to pack his bag for the Hedge run a little later in the evening. "I got some Excel. It'll do. You see any fucked up shit, Aster? I swear to God, if that vision isn't just a trip, I've got a fucking schoolgirl with a sword for a Huntsman. She's like, five. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? Does that bitch of a Fae think I'm going to go soft when it sends a kid after me?"
Gavin's arrival was met with a wave-off of his hand and a shake of his head.
"It's not fun. It'll show you some shit you don't want to see."
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