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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 19, 2022 20:16:25 GMT -8
"Hey. Need help?" she starts off As Lotus eater's eyes flashed gold with the Contract, Blaze mused on her own actions. Likely, she would book it to a public space and call Eve Richards for back up, and to acquire a firearm as fast as possible. Going to apartment first was too obvious and dangerous. |
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 19, 2022 20:23:56 GMT -8
The Nymph made his way out to the street, tucking his Wyrd-summoned handgun into his jacket with a frown as he looked around for his duplicate. The Tolltakers were gone, off doing their job. Good shit. He thought about what he'd do next, and through his haze, he had some ideas.
"Gavin! Yuan!"He waved to his motleymates. "We need to get this shit locked down, and quick! Where would yours go?"He'd cut off the money. The most dangerous thing about Keller was his bank account. He'd also call the ex, worried about the kids being used as leverage. Tony was drunkenly fumbling his phone, chuckling in confusion as he glanced at Nate. "You time travel too, or?" |
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 19, 2022 20:34:24 GMT -8
"If he doesn't know about copies of you two, there's really only my apartment. I don't have a lot of tiess around here and almost no money to speak of. I didn't drive here for obvious reasons. So he'd need a way to get there. If I figured I was being hunted by me, I'd, uhhhh ... prepare for a variety of ways to go to ground: survival kit, hunting knife, sslash my tiress and then pick a direction with street level obstacles or lots nature to hide my tracks." He slurred his words some, but remained calm in the extraordinary circumstances. The thought of a man knowing the depths of insanity Gavin knew to be true would have unsettled him if he had not taken special care to handle all the drugs he had taken. The apartment was burned if Schreiber got there first. He would know to trap it or stake it out. Safety was in numbers, so would he start plugging people he had run afoul with? Would he send them his way? How long till he got his hands on fucking cold iron? Could he even manage with how rare it is? Would he find the goblins? He was capable if given enough time. Either way, the guy would head for civilization with the Strip to try and put some bodies and cameras on him while he sought these underworld ties. |
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 19, 2022 21:01:36 GMT -8
“I think I know. I would like run to the triads, or Shen. I can’t lose this life I’ve built, Henley. I need a gun.” It didn’t sound like a joke. It didn’t even sound like a bad joke. Instincts were screaming to eliminate this thread to his territory. To himself. What if people likes normal Yuan better? What if he could be everything the Playmate couldn’t? Would Shen even see the difference? Yuan held the pistol, using it as a physical anchor to ground his darting thoughts. Shen made the most sense, and that would create a chain reaction with the Triad if he was convinced enough to make calls...who was Yuan kidding, he was extremely persuasive. He would hide and arrange a pick up- As Tony's phone went off and he asked Henley to confirm this wasn't a Contract, the trio registered that the copies could call other Changeling ties. Were they friends in another world? Were the Summers accurate that they were malicious spirits hellbent on ruining their lives? The Playmate asked the other two to check their phones as he ran down the very short list of people he would trust to seek for help. Would he have tagged Carr to help him? |
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Post by Wayland on Apr 22, 2022 19:37:18 GMT -8
Collecting herself at the bathroom sink, Wayland rinses her mouth to try to rid it of the taste of alcohol-heavy vomit. Both silver hands heavy on the countertop, she leans forward, seeing herself in the mirror. She looks like shit. She feels worse. But she doesn’t have any time to lose. She glances down at the phone in her hand.
Ages ago, Da made one of the few pretty good decisions he made in Wayland’s childhood by getting them onto an early cell phone plan, and doggedly getting grandfathered-into continuing service even while prices rose all around them. Money is so tight in that family, or at least it was for as long as Wayland knew it, they’re probably still on the same plan. With the same numbers.
She dials, steadying her shaking hand as she raises it to her ear. She can’t tell if she’s relieved or shattered when it goes straight to voice mail. Of course, why would Sarah have this number? She hasn’t called her sister in years, not since before she Escaped. She probably assumed it was spam. Besides, it’s late. Way late. Maybe her phone is just off while she’s sleeping?
This time, Wayland waits for the beep. “Sarah… It’s Ramona,” she says after a moment, chest clenching tight around her wounded heart. “Call me at this number when you can, okay? Don’t tell Mum and Da.”
She pauses. Seconds tick by. The words stick in her throat, “... I love you.”
She ends the call.
Her head droops as she lowers the phone, both hands on the countertop again. God, she’s not ready for this. It feels like she’s been outrunning her past for all these years, and tonight it’s going to catch up. There’s a moment’s fearful hope that maybe she didn’t actually reach them, her ex or her sister. Maybe they won’t get the messages, maybe they won’t call. But she’s not hoping that her clone will have the same failure to contact them as she would (though that’d be nice). No, it’s more cowardly.
She just doesn’t want to look back at the devastation of her life.
Her life. Her’s. Not some mirror-dimension replica’s. She sucks in a deep breath, looking at herself in the mirror again. Where would she go? If she didn’t know about this, didn’t know about swords that slice through anvils, didn’t know about forests and princes and sorcerers with demands, didn’t know about escapes and Freeholds and the Gentry. If she just… wound up in Las Vegas and found a stranger with silver hands living her life, surrounded by monsters?
She’d go to where she feels the most powerful. The most secure.
The workshop. Not the one in Wayland’s Hollow, the mortal-facing one with a street address.
She’s too drunk to drive. She’ll have to hail a ride-share. With a nod of resignation, Wayland pushes herself away from the bathroom counter and heads for the door.
She’s got some ground to make up.
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Post by Gavin Graves on Apr 22, 2022 23:05:02 GMT -8
"Hmm, right. If this bloke is really gunning for me rather than just going full self preservation mode, he's probably going to point the Triad guys we ran into getting the mirror or my first run in with them at my apartment. They already know where I live. All he'd need to do is piss off a peripheral member and it'd get back to someone who could do some damage. He might even point that Deathhead Moth Huntsman at me if he can find it." The Razorhand blanched with the realization. "If that didn't work, he might go for Mitch's place to steal his Iron."
It had sunk in that if it didn't just look like him, it could be it knew everything he did. It would know where he lived. It would know how he fought. It would know all the esoteric lore he did: Huntsmen, Hobgoblins, Hedgebeasts, Hedge Ghosts, The Hedge, Ritual Creation, Spring Rites. Most of the specialized knowledge Gavin possessed wouldn't be directly useful, at least to start, but He also knew secrets. His copy would know that the Hedge would be deleterious to it, but would know where all the local gates are, including Aftermath. Hobs could be called on to cause him problems.
The ideas coming to the Beast's mind echoed and added to one another compounding an ever growing anxiety. What he knew was dangerous. Some of the secret workings of the Wards, The Sentinels, the Seasonal Rites, and how it all came together under an umbrella of Necromancy. If this was what Gavin knew, what would it mean for those even more in the know about such matters? What of their copies?
It was all nightmare fuel swirling in his drug addled mind.
"If he knows what I know," The Grimm stared into the void and trailed off a moment before looking back to each of his companions. "We're all in a lot of trouble."
He needed a way to deflect the Triad from torching his place. It was his only tether to the sanity required in this world. They'd be operating out of their territory to come after him. Perhaps one of their rivals, or the cops? Looking to Yuan, "How do we keep enforcers from wrecking my place while we work the source of the problem?"
He couldn't think clearly himself, despite best efforts, and the growing panic of losing his tether seeped into his every thought. The concern worked its way into the tenor of his voice. Gavin was on the verge of coming undone, and he knew it. He needed help.
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Post by Henley on Apr 26, 2022 16:20:02 GMT -8
"If only," Henley replied quietly as he reached for his phone. "My duplicate is going for the money, and my family. He won't have my ex's contact details, but he'll try for them."
He and his business had a lot of accounts. The fastest way to get to them would be through his staff, not by calling banks.
"Tony. Work the phone, quickly. I need emergency connections to my accounts at Bank of America, Goldman Sachs, and for the firm. I need my assets re-secured. I need people on the line I can talk to. Get this queued up. Call it a concern about a hacker. I need to make sure my staff is on side and helping. Security information needs to be changed before he can do that to me. If I can pull that off... then he's only got whatever stashes he can reach. That will take time he doesn't have, and I can give the stash information to the Tolltakers as a means of catching him."
Then, he called his accounting manager at home. This was a potential catastrophe. It was time to get this sorted.
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