[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
>
>
> > "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 . . . ?]
>
Aurora, knowing full well what will happen, grasps Christine's other
hand willingly.

TBC
>
> * [ 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?