Leaves@Blu Since you didn't update Gwyn by introducing the Moore's house, am I to make that transition myself?
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The Murder
Location: Main Street
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Samuel Raven wandered the streets of the city for a small while. There was great activity here, but nothing was happening. Anywhere the magician went, the streets were empty. No locals, and nobody else participating in this "competition" he had learned of from the kitsune. He was no closer to finding out how he had been spirited away to this land away from his lair, away from his connection to the Primordial Dream. He was not one to admit defeat so quickly, however. Perseverance would be key.
Then he turned one lucky corner and, for the first time since the kitsune and her freaky land shark muscle, found someone. That someone even appeared to be normal, relatively speaking. His clothing certainly had an antiquated appearance, as though he had walked straight out of the middle ages. Yet Samuel knew he was not normal. As his eyes laid upon the man, Sam could feel a tingling sensation rippling throughout his entire body. A mage. The man before him was a user of magics. Samuel didn't even have to wait long to find out what kind of magic this man utilized, for not a moment later three new people appeared to join him. These three, which Samuel identified as familiars bound entirely to the mage's will, took up new positions to act as scouts and bodyguards. The extra eyes meant that Sam would have a more difficult time avoiding detection, but that wasn't too much of a hassle. He sat back, sticking to the shadows, hiding amidst whatever was available.
Shriek after shriek, something was attracting the mage's attention. He drew nearer to an alley, the source of the blood curdling sounds, and so Sam followed, just out of sight. What was the source of that horrific noise? He had to admit, he was curious. Did the mage know what he was doing? Sam sat back and observed as a number of strange black creatures that he'd never before laid eyes on ambushed the mage. This was getting quite interesting. Would the summons be enough? Sam figured that he would step in if things got too dicey, but for now... He had to observe and gather information.
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I'm down for that. Shall we say he had issues with the previous therapist and this brand new one shows up in town and he's giving him a try?
1.5 years with little to no improvement is a good reason to switch therapists, yeah.
@Old Amsterdam Are you still doing the whole therapist thing for the Duke? Could be how you set up his arrival in town. Show him sitting down with a patient and all and feeding.
Ooooh, actually that could be a fantastic way to establish a relationship with The Duke and Gwyn, @Old Amsterdam. He still has regular therapy sessions, after all.
Also, I thought Leet needed a connection to a video game for his tech, as well?
Naw, that was just personal preference for him. Leet was an omni-tinker that couldn't make things more than once or they'd fail.
@Old AmsterdamSo...
He's a combination of Leet(or is it Uber?) and Contessa =P
I'll allow him. Should make for an interesting interaction with a member of The Funeral Parlour =p
Kinda sorta. The power description that OA used is really only the bare bones of how it actually works. Like all my Worm NPCs, I've got a big ol' file on him, despite Gamble having been relevant in my story for a very small amount of time before being... Well, "disposed" of. Kekekekek.
First post belongs to me! Huzzah!
Gwyn sat calmly in his seat as the final school bell loomed near. In fact to any casual observer he'd look like he was trying to become the seat. He naturally just sort of bled into the background that way. Unless he was catching your attention with strange, off habits like his nervous twitching or mumbled half-finished sentences. To be honest he just wanted the day to end so he could slink away from all these faces. Ever since Suzie vanished, no, ever since the photography incident, people have been giving him far more attention than he'd ever wanted. It only became a whole lot worse since she disappeared. The situation was uncomfortable in the best of times. At the worst... Well... Mr. Scott, can't you just hurry up and let us go already?
That's when Olivia Hall took center stage, metaphorically speaking, at the front of the classroom. Oh god no, not Olivia. She was just the worst. Others held him in contempt without ever really trying to get to know him. She seemed to completely loathe him. How she was one of Suzie's closest friends--nice, angelic, borderline saint-like Suzie--he couldn't figure out for the life of him. It was harder to tell who was the bigger jerk: Olivia, or that walking amalgam of stereotypes Quincy Knight. Well, she was addressing Suzie, so best to be respectful. Olivia announced that the Moore's were holding a funeral service for their daughter. This shocked Gwyn down to his core. His normally lazy looking eyes stretched open and immediately his fingers began tapping the top of his desk very quickly, signalling off his nerves to anyone bothering to pay him the attention. That was it? They were giving up? This was... But why? It it it it had only been three weeks. Three weeks, that's not even as long as he had been stranded on that island in the dead of winter! His own parents, they never gave up hope, they found him they they they the Moores no, they couldn't stop, no. Suzie... Suzie was out there, somewhere. No. No this wasn't right. This wasn't right.
Lost in thought, beginning a cold sweat, Gwyn almost failed to notice when Olivia completely passed him by and didn't give him an invitation to the service. "Hey, I didn't get one... Oh..." Oh. That look said it all. She wasn't inviting him. Well that wasn't for her to decide, was it? That was, that was the Moore's decision, right? Screw that bitch. Yeah, that's what he should say. But, oh dear, that would just make things worse, huh? Oh. Well. Well she couldn't stop him. Gwyn liked Suzie very much. She was always nice, even if they hadn't sat down and had a full conversation. Her smile told him everything it needed to. She always liked him photographs on Facebook, too. He didn't have anything to do with what happened, why why why would he when she was nice the only nice one why? If he did something wouldn't he do it to everybody else? Ugh. Whatever. He was going to go to that service and there wasn't a thing Olivia could do about it. He had every right to pay his respects. In fact, he could help. Yeah, he could help with the service. He had the perfect picture, something that he could put in the coffin. Better to bury something than nothing, right? Maybe... Maybe...
That was it. Time to go. Gwyn almost missed it and was the last one to get up out of his seat. Oh man, so much was going on. The young man shook his head defiantly, then sighed and resumed his usual look of defeat. No. No no no. Something had to be done. The Moores. They were making a big mistake. Yes, yes they were. They needed to talk to someone. Someone that knows about these things, someone with personal experience. Someone like him.
... But nobody ever wants to talk to him. Crap.
Dejected, Gwyn slung his backpack over one shoulder and went for the door. As usual he took the fastest, most efficient route straight for the school exit. The longer he lingered, the more chance people would pull him aside to make fun of him, call him names, or accuse him of terrible things. Best to avoid all that. Yeah. Best to avoid it. Gwyn got up to his car in the parking lot, then stopped in his tracks. The windshield had been covered in shaving cream, real thick, about three inches of the stuff. One word had been drawn in the stuff, one word to really twist the knife in. "Pervert."
God damn it. Gwyn unlocked the door, tossed his backpack in with more force than he needed, and slammed the door hard. Starting the car, he turned on the windshield wipers, and the cleaners too. Clear blue liquid moistened the cream and helped to wipe the stuff away. Teenagers. So immature. Shaking his head, Gwyn cautiously pulled out of the high school parking lot, but he didn't head for home. He needed to take a risk. He needed to tell Suzie's parents what a mistake they were making.
That's when Olivia Hall took center stage, metaphorically speaking, at the front of the classroom. Oh god no, not Olivia. She was just the worst. Others held him in contempt without ever really trying to get to know him. She seemed to completely loathe him. How she was one of Suzie's closest friends--nice, angelic, borderline saint-like Suzie--he couldn't figure out for the life of him. It was harder to tell who was the bigger jerk: Olivia, or that walking amalgam of stereotypes Quincy Knight. Well, she was addressing Suzie, so best to be respectful. Olivia announced that the Moore's were holding a funeral service for their daughter. This shocked Gwyn down to his core. His normally lazy looking eyes stretched open and immediately his fingers began tapping the top of his desk very quickly, signalling off his nerves to anyone bothering to pay him the attention. That was it? They were giving up? This was... But why? It it it it had only been three weeks. Three weeks, that's not even as long as he had been stranded on that island in the dead of winter! His own parents, they never gave up hope, they found him they they they the Moores no, they couldn't stop, no. Suzie... Suzie was out there, somewhere. No. No this wasn't right. This wasn't right.
Lost in thought, beginning a cold sweat, Gwyn almost failed to notice when Olivia completely passed him by and didn't give him an invitation to the service. "Hey, I didn't get one... Oh..." Oh. That look said it all. She wasn't inviting him. Well that wasn't for her to decide, was it? That was, that was the Moore's decision, right? Screw that bitch. Yeah, that's what he should say. But, oh dear, that would just make things worse, huh? Oh. Well. Well she couldn't stop him. Gwyn liked Suzie very much. She was always nice, even if they hadn't sat down and had a full conversation. Her smile told him everything it needed to. She always liked him photographs on Facebook, too. He didn't have anything to do with what happened, why why why would he when she was nice the only nice one why? If he did something wouldn't he do it to everybody else? Ugh. Whatever. He was going to go to that service and there wasn't a thing Olivia could do about it. He had every right to pay his respects. In fact, he could help. Yeah, he could help with the service. He had the perfect picture, something that he could put in the coffin. Better to bury something than nothing, right? Maybe... Maybe...
That was it. Time to go. Gwyn almost missed it and was the last one to get up out of his seat. Oh man, so much was going on. The young man shook his head defiantly, then sighed and resumed his usual look of defeat. No. No no no. Something had to be done. The Moores. They were making a big mistake. Yes, yes they were. They needed to talk to someone. Someone that knows about these things, someone with personal experience. Someone like him.
... But nobody ever wants to talk to him. Crap.
Dejected, Gwyn slung his backpack over one shoulder and went for the door. As usual he took the fastest, most efficient route straight for the school exit. The longer he lingered, the more chance people would pull him aside to make fun of him, call him names, or accuse him of terrible things. Best to avoid all that. Yeah. Best to avoid it. Gwyn got up to his car in the parking lot, then stopped in his tracks. The windshield had been covered in shaving cream, real thick, about three inches of the stuff. One word had been drawn in the stuff, one word to really twist the knife in. "Pervert."
God damn it. Gwyn unlocked the door, tossed his backpack in with more force than he needed, and slammed the door hard. Starting the car, he turned on the windshield wipers, and the cleaners too. Clear blue liquid moistened the cream and helped to wipe the stuff away. Teenagers. So immature. Shaking his head, Gwyn cautiously pulled out of the high school parking lot, but he didn't head for home. He needed to take a risk. He needed to tell Suzie's parents what a mistake they were making.
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I only got involved in this most recent iteration, but ya I had the same experience as you. My forst time with worm was listening to it, and back at my old job I had a lot of time working by myself so I filled it with that audio book.
Tell Rein that the effects they used for Bakuda's face mask were shit and everything involving her needs to be completely redone. >:[
Worm 2 starts this saturday everyone!! Me an Rein and others are working on the audio version of the Glow-worm chapters, but it should all be up soon!
You're part of the Worm Audio Project? That's cool. I didn't have the time to read Worm, so I got to experience it through that while at work.
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