[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


> “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.


Christine's fingers tighten involuntarily around Jack's hand  . . .  
"It's mine now."? So, what happened to the original owner? The person  
whose body is now no more than a hollow rind, it seems? And what is  
it, exactly that lives behind this sick man's eyes? Something  
inhuman. Unfathomable, unknowable? Christine is dismayed by these  
thoughts and by the feelings they evoke - bitterly familiar to anyone  
who has lived close to a vampire.

But this isn't about her nor about her doubt and her fear. It is  
about Jack - whatever he is - and the fact that he is dying.

Christine has a sudden strong image of a glass bottle, old and  
fragile, it's surface roughened and sea worn, stoppered with ancient  
wax and within it a glimmer, a whisper, of some bright essence. Her  
avatar. A wisp of something immortal and powerful that she has  
inherited but does not own. A fragment of something beyond human that  
has been released and is now shot through her own soul like a seam of  
lightning. All held together in an absurd vessel  - vulnerable,  
ignorant, confused. Is anyone really any different, she wonders. Just  
a temporary flesh container for an unfathomable spark of what . . .  
being? Awareness? Will?


> “I’m not sure there are... any words...for what I
> am...”


Then I guess we'll all just have to learn some new words, thinks  
Christine with as much confidence as she can muster. Stick around  
long enough to teach us?


> Aurora 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.


At the edges of senses she's only just getting a handle on, Christine  
feels a silent chime, an odd intangible vibration and she can feel  
Aurora reach past her delicately*. Christine turns her head to look  
at the Dreamspeaker and feels giddily like she is splitting into  
different selves to do so.

"Aurora? Without a doctor, I don't know what to do next."

Christine holds out her free hand.

[Mind 1/Mind 3 - Multitask/Mental Link . . . ?]



Tag



* [ Perception (3) + Awareness (0) -  diff 5 - 2 successes]

OOC: Christine has Spirit 2, Prime 2, Mind 3 but no Life. Also, sigh,  
has no fkn idea what she's doing! But working in concert with Aurora,  
maybe?













	
	
		
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