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

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> Aurora, Christine, Jack, Mara, Mitsuko
> A Gathering of Supernaturals
> Temple of the Five Dragons
>
> > Jack manages to squeeze Christine's hand. It's only
> a
> > hint of pressure, but it's there.
> >
> > "Please don't...be afraid of me."
>
> >"Why would I be afraid, Jack?" Christine doesn't
> realise that she has
> >also said this out loud. "What are you, exactly, if
> not . . . "
>
> >You are human, right? Christine thinks of Mara
> fleetingly. Or were once?
>
> There is a sudden chasm of silence between them and it
> seems as though the mental connection is lost, perhaps
> for good.
>
> Jack weighs his options, which are very few-
>
> Say nothing and hope the question is forgotten.
> Lie and maybe the lie will be accepted.
> Tell the truth and run the risk that the answer won't
> be received favorably.
>
> The truth.  The truth is that Jack is keenly aware
> that he's dying.  If the priests at the Temple are as
> unwilling to help him as those pissy, chicken-assed
> spirits were, then he's in serious trouble.  He won't
> make it to an ER.  There's no time left to him.
>
> No time left.
>
> "Ah, well..." Jack finally replies, still there inside
> Christine's mind.  "That's ... that's a hard question.
>  This body isn't..."  An overwhelming feeling of fear
> and confusion mix with his words, as if each syllable
> he's uttering is like walking a gangplank.  "It's mine
> now.  But... wasn't always.  It's fragile... isn't it?
> Confining...vulnerable.  A human body, yes.  But not.
> Not inside. .."
>
> Christine receives a brief and very odd image.  A
> hollowed-out pumpkin, with a strange design carved on
> it.  A flame burns within, though there is no candle.
>
> "I'm not sure there are... any words...for what I
> am..."

Aurora watches in frustration, Mara seems to be on the phone, but what
does her fate really have to do with the Temple anyway?  Probably
wiser for her to be tending to other business.

Finally she frowns and thinks, 'if the spirits are fearful, wary,
there must be a reason why.'

With that she focuses on Jack, cycling through her senses, Life and
Prime first, to see how he's holding up, see if his life has been
magically altered somehow, worry creasing her brow, then Matter and
Prime, to see if there's anything 'other' on him or in him that might
have caused the fear.  Is it an object that's magical?  Simply one
that's tainted with a sour Resonance?  She cycles through to Spirit
and Prime, finally, taking the personal look at Jack's being, hoping
he won't mind or notice the fact she's attempting to look at his naked
aura, she always hated it when somebody did that to her, but
circumstance require help, and if she can give it, she will.

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