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

[Jennie Teakle]

Temple of the Five Dragons

Mitsuko, Jack, Mara, Aurora, Christine
Avatar, Enigma, Vampire, Mages


>> Aurora feels the flash, feels the power flowing through Jack to
>> Christine to her, the messages and power.
>>
>> "I will try...harder... to stay.  Sorry to be so...
>> obscure.  I really don't have...human words...for
>> this.  I'm like those spirits you saw...but much...
>> darker.  Forced into this body...don't know who it
>> belonged to.  Don't have...his memories or
>> consciousness...only his sense of...how to
>> behave...how to be human.  I tried to be more...than
>> a...possession.  Akril died and I was free...but
>> didn't know where to go.  And these... talismans...
>> were supposed to help me.  But maybe, I did
>> something... wrong.  The purpose wasn't to kill
>> myself..."
>>

>> "Oh, man... you may not...want to look too deeply... into me. "

> "Wait..." Aurora thinks back to the two of them... "If you are
> partially spirit, might some spiritual sustinance...?"

Christine feels overwhelmed suddenly by the strangeness of this and  
by the fact that she has turned herself into some kind of connecting  
corridor between Aurora and Jack. It is exactly what she intended to  
do but it is still fucking weird. She is way out of her depth once  
again, needs to retreat.

So she pulls back, instinctively gropes for a private space inside  
her head. Somewhere to reflect privately. A door appears in her  
mind's eye and Christine imagines herself opening it and slipping  
through, closing it behind her. It's a crude device but somehow  
Christine thinks it will work - at least for a short while. She leans  
against it and sees that she is in an empty room. It's only feature  
is an oval mirror on the wall.

That's the second time Jack has referred to him . . . itself as  
dark.  He also just mentioned a name that Christine recognizes.  
Wasn't Akril the name of that Tong leader - the gangster khan of  
China Town? The one that had gunned Cheung Lee down in cold blood,  
according to his ex-cop colleague, Jack Gruber. And Akril is dead?  
Must have happened within the last day or two - since Christine  
travelled with Gruber through burning streets to Cardboard City. The  
Khan is dead and from Gruber's tones of black contempt, probably  
making Hell a damn sight hotter.

Christine shudders, aware that the imaginary room she stands in feels  
colder and slightly clammy. The mirror is dark but something shifts  
across its surface, something moving like oily smoke inside it.  
Christine's gaze shies away to stare fixedly at her feet. She doesn't  
want to See. She just upped and decided unilaterally to try to help  
Jack, knowing that 'Jack' is a nameless being inside a (stolen?)  
human shell. Also, as it now turns out, a former servant of a very,  
very bad man indeed.

But the thing that calls itself Jack is weak and sick and vulnerable.  
Pitiable. It's agony, it's desire to live and it's longing for  
freedom strike too many chords with Christine. She could not refuse  
it her assistance. Not and stay the person she is. But . . . they are  
all taking a lot on trust, aren't they? A dark, inhuman being  
possessing a human body that is not its own? A creature tied to an  
acknowledged murderer, criminal, monster? Oh, Jesus, Christine. Are  
you sure about this? Are you sure you want to be responsible for this?

No action without reaction. No decision without consequences. In the  
mirror, a shape forms.  Christine turns her back, yanks open the  
door. Behind her, in the mirror, a blazing jack o' lantern grins a  
wide, jagged, grin. It's empty eyes dance with a mocking, malignant  
fire. Christine steps through the door, slamming it hard behind her,  
emerges back into the corridor she helped create between herself,  
Jack and Aurora.

Need any help? she asks the Dreamspeaker.



Tag spirit gal and pumpkin bloke



[OOC: Arete 3, Mind 2 - Mind shield]


> ((OOC: Prime 2, Spirit 3, Life 1: Channel Quint to another... fuel
> pattern varient.  1 pt Quint.))

Christine also has 3 points of quintessence stored in her pattern and  
can chip in a point if required. 
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