[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - En route to the Sinclair Party

[Jennie Teakle]

> Aurora, Christine, Jack, Mara, Mitsuko
> A Gathering of Supernaturals
> Temple of the Five Dragons
>


> Out of breath, Aurora looks to Jack and Christine,
> "I'm sorry. At the moment there's no reason to help
> him... Christine, we need to know his purpose... is he
> tied to the temple?  If we can, then they may be able
> to help... but until then, there's nothing they can
> do."
>
> “No reason… to help?” Jack closes his sweat-covered
> eyes as another wave of pain rushes through his arms.
> “Okay…”
>
> Unconsciousness is beginning to sound pretty good to
> him.
>
> “I’m not…tied… to the Temple. My purpose…was… to get
> help here. Won’t get it…from them, will I?” Jack sighs
> again, wanting to just let go and welcome in the
> darkness. “Nothing they…can do?  Little… bastards…”


Christine is disoriented. Her newly awakened senses are flickering  
and inconsistent. When Aurora was dancing and singing, Christine felt  
the flare of power radiating from the Dreamspeaker, like the rushing  
intake of silence that follows lightning. If she closes her eyes she  
can still see the imprint of the pulsing corona that surged about  
Aurora while she was dancing; while she was moving in and out of  
realities. Where Aurora stepped, Christine could see beyond the  
customary layer of reality; see strange beings stir with curiosity  
and stare back through the gaps between worlds. Once again,  
Christine's ignorance is a major pain in the ass. So many things to  
ask and so much new stuff to absorb and try to make sense of.

"Yeah," she says distractedly. "What he said . . . er . . ."

Christine shakes her head, trying to keep a grip of her sanity. "Look  
I can't bloody See anything about Jack," she adds, frantically,  
trying to take part in the conversation in a way that doesn't make it  
obvious just how trippy a time she's having.  "It's like he isn't  
here. Like he isn't here and now . . . " Christine finally manages to  
cancel whatever magickal sense is currently active.  She looks at  
Aurora and at Mitsuko, harrassed.  "What I mean is, it's like he has  
no  . . . predestined Fate, 'kay?"

Christine looks at Jack, pale, sweating, sick. "Or something, like  
that anyway," she mutters. She sinks to one knee, close by the pallet  
bed he lays on. His skin glistens waxily with fever and Christine is  
suddenly unreasonably angry, railing at her own helpless futility.  
She grabs his clammy hand and holds on tight. She opens a channel in  
her mind,  a familiar route, the same thread that connected them  
before, outside.

Stay sharp, Jack, thinks Christine, a blaze of temper - of will -  
behind her eyes. Destiny don't care what happens to you? Well, *fuck*  
that shit because *I* do.

"Come on!" she says out loud. "No First Aider in this place? No one  
ever need a doctor? There's got to be someone who can help!"



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[Arete 3: Spirit/Prime 1 senses
Arete 3: Mind 3 Mental Link
Nature: Caregiver, Flaw: short fuse]





	
	
		
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