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Post by cassidy on Nov 13, 2015 3:09:03 GMT -5
SLAM!
Cassidy slams down two liquor bottles on Gloria's coffee table.
"Alright, we fought, and we made our ancestors proud! Only one thing left to do, eh?"
He then slams down several shot glasses.
"Celebrate! Now, I'm betting I can go shot for shot with any one of you whozers. As long as the devil and demon folk don't do none of that haxed moose shit. Oh, and don't worry Crux I got some blood whiskey here for ya."
He pushes a bottle in Crux's direction that is very clearly labeled "Blood". He pours shots for everyone and raises his glass.
"To battles fought, friends, and a big sloppy good ol' maple leaf thank you to Mr. Gutenberg for getting our collective asses outta the fire, eh!"
Cass simply motions his glass in Gutenberg's direction and waits for his friends to join him in the toast...
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Nov 13, 2015 3:34:10 GMT -5
Johann chuckles. "Ozapft is! Prost!" He's always up for a stiff drink. "Ehh, I think you would've been all right without me... survived him once, after all. But, your story piqued my interest, so I'll give you that one for free. Not every day weird time travel shit happens."
Gloria ducks into her room for a moment to adopt her high society identity - it's a party, after all. She joins in as well. Now that the potentially lethal tension of first contact is gone, so is her fear of this much older entity. "Yeah, but it wouldn't have nearly been as quick and clean. I bet the God-Machine won't be able to figure out what the fuck happened for weeks."
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Post by cassidy on Nov 13, 2015 12:37:21 GMT -5
Cass pours another round.
"Well, it was still good to have you. I'm just glad we have angels off of us for a bit... Eh? Wait, weeks? Dose that mean they'll start after us again?"
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Post by crux on Nov 13, 2015 12:59:46 GMT -5
Crux.. actually excused herself to preen and look fancy, and even put a necklace around Karen's neck. She squeaks and goes for some of her Vampire liquor, pounding down a glass. "So.. wait, what is it you require for payments?" she says with a shit-eating grin. "Cause I really like not dying."  |
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Nov 13, 2015 17:27:14 GMT -5
Gloria goes and makes herself a martini - sure, she'll do shots as part of a toast, but it's not really her thing. "Cass, c'mon. They're called the 'Watchers' for a reason. They're always watching." She shrugs. "Now, whether or not they send a hunter at us again, well... that's for the God-Machine to know - and good luck figuring out what the hell that thing's actually planning." She looks the part of a disgruntled employee, but underneath that is something else {wits+empathy to get a read on it}. "They might just keep an eye on us, might send some cultists, might just use the Infrastructure to screw with us - cut our utilities 'by accident', have the government seize our property... who knows."
Johann regards Crux for a moment. His expression is nearly unreadable... but if anything, it's sad. "You understand that a pact with me is far different than a pact with Gloria here, yes? You have something I don't - a soul, a spark of the divine, a source of the very essence of our existence. Just as the power of God's will was channeled through us and used to make all Creation, your devotion can grant me power to remake you. Not completely... but enough. You want to withstand injury, to be harder to kill? I can give you what you want, and I receive my daily bread." He pauses to set his cigarette aside and leans forward. "But this is not without risk. If my back is to the wall - If I need more power than the pact provides - I can and will take it. It will hurt... but it will heal. I will do this only if I must. It may never happen. But know that it can."
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Post by cassidy on Nov 13, 2015 17:43:54 GMT -5
{wits+empathy roll of 24}
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Nov 13, 2015 17:58:42 GMT -5
Wits+Empathy 24: Beneath the anger Gloria feels towards her former master and fellow servants, she feels lost and betrayed. The Machine doesn't make sense - she remarked as much - but it was supposed to. That was the whole point. And yet it doesn't. That conflict was irreconcilable in Gloria's mind... and it's probably why she fell.
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Post by cassidy on Nov 13, 2015 18:15:25 GMT -5
Cass doesn't need his manifestations, or his keys to feel the bit of hurt in Gloria's voice. He did remember a bit about the angels and the god machine.
"Yeah, things not lining up, making little to no sense when they rightly should could be frustrating. Heh, kinda how I felt about death. After being hungry, cold and bleeding for so long I was ready for it to stop. That made sense. I die, things go black and I get peace. Then I make my bargain. Now nothing makes sense anymore. Vampires, tessaroonies, big beefy Tyco sailing in and out of time. No sense to be had anywhere eh?"
Cass takes another shot.
"Don't get me wrong though, wouldn't trade it for the world. Surrounded my drinks, god friends and company, a purpose in life, and I'm running away from a god machine. Good times all around"
Cass stops for a moment and his eyes go a bit blank. He's feeling his geist. Listening as close as he can to the Chief.
"And hey, I learned a few new tricks and I got all you hoozers, so..."
Cass raises a glass to Gloria.
"Bring em on, eh?"
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Nov 13, 2015 21:29:34 GMT -5
Gloria laughs good-naturedly. "Bring 'em on, indeed!" She clinks her glass with Cassidy. "Always loved that about you mortals. When I was still a Watcher, no matter where I looked I saw you people finding meaning in apparent meaninglessness, and it was so endearing. Now that I'm on the outside, questioning instead of just blindly following... now it's inspiring, actually. I don't believe in Fate anymore - at least, not in the way we were told. I don't believe the Machine is in control. I think it's fighting for control just like we are. If it really was in control, how would you exist? Or Cinnamon over there? These so-called 'anomalies' couldn't exist if the Machine really is the end-all be-all. So, fuck 'em." She pauses to ponder a moment, stirring her martini. "Maybe it's just an artifact of my original programming to believe in it at all, but Fate - whatever it is - it follows rules that none of us know."
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Post by crux on Nov 13, 2015 22:33:22 GMT -5
Crux takes another shot as she regards the room and cuddles her Fancy Karen.
"Mmh... I meaaaan, I figured as much, Johannes, but I still want to know. We would really appreciate it if you didn't just break deals if we made one, but.. I feel like we're not doing much with our souls. And information is important, you know?"
It's clear by her third shot that the slight Malkavian is a bit of a lightweight.
Her flirting is a bit awkward, though, as she smiles again and makes herself comfy near Johannes.
"I also feel like, if you help us out, that it's not like I won't always be brimming with gratitude, if that has stuff to do with soul stuff."
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Nov 13, 2015 23:14:57 GMT -5
"I don't break deals. We get enough enemies as it is without making our own, right?" Johann goes ahead and puts his arm over Crux's shoulder. "So you just tell me what it is you want, and I will give it to you. After all, it wouldn't be right if I didn't earn that gratitude."
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Post by crux on Nov 13, 2015 23:26:02 GMT -5
[rolled a 20 on flirting this post]
Crux cooed as the devil put his arm around her and smiled with a bit more cunning in her expression as she thought it over briefly. "Well, earning gratitude depends on how much soul you're really wanting, anyways, and how much you're willing to do. You know, in general. It would be awful if one of us felt like we weren't getting satisfied, Mr.Gutenberg."
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Nov 13, 2015 23:40:38 GMT -5
Johann chuckles. "You people don't know just how much power is really inside you. Trust me, you won't even notice what you're giving. I require little, and give much - and I've got references, if you want a second opinion." He puts his drink aside and lays his free hand upon her thigh. "I put great care and effort into my... associations. I'll show you, and we can work out the details - in private."
Without prompting, Gloria points to the second door on the left.
{ Oh, and Johann responds with a seduction roll of 23 <.< }
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Post by cassidy on Nov 14, 2015 0:01:41 GMT -5
Cass downs his 4th shot. He sees Crux drunkenly pining over Gutenberg.
{rolled a 9 to give a fuck}
He decides it's her business. Though he might have to take a jab at her later about making drunk decision after all the shit she had given him earlier. He then decides to switch gears, and pours himself a whiskey and ginger.
"Fate. Ha. That's a funny thing, eh? I never put much stock in it. My mom used to though. She said I was destined to do better than a coal mine, or hockey. Maybe she was right, maybe not."
He takes a large gulp.
"I guess that goes with be catholic. God has a plan and all that. You grow up hearing the stories and just think that God is up there looking after you... Then you die. You feel that cold and see nothing but dark. There's no God out there anymore, eh? Guess I have to be thankful he left a machine in charge though. Otherwise you and me wouldn't be talkin. I'd just be a part of a large pile of bear shit."
Cass laughs trying to mask a fair bit of hurt. He decides to change the subject. He pulls out his phone and pulls up Anhura's contact.
<Hey kid, It's Cass. Missed a whole lot of shit. Update you when we can. Text us when you're not grounded anymore.>
He starts to put the phone away, but sends a second text.
<haha you're a minor.>
"So, you think lettin' Crux go and diddling a devil is a good idea? I know I can't pass judgment about making deals and such. Just never thought her the type."
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Post by cinnamon on Nov 14, 2015 0:02:30 GMT -5
To say that Cinnamon was feeling a bit disgruntled by the ordeal of the past day or so would be an understatement. She couldn't get the air of celebration that those around her seemed to have. Yes, she was quite grateful that she hadn't been killed by that fucking angel and she was very aware that her mouth had both caused and calmed problems, but this whole situation just went against her nature. For so long, Cinnamon had kept to herself and not allowed anyone close to her and now she was being forced to rely on non-dead-things for survival most days. Since being summoned by that fucking "king", most of what Cinnamon felt was vulnerable and a bit useless. She sighed, knocking back her second shot of whiskey (thank God for whiskey). The worst part was the whole anomaly thing. At Gloria's reminder, she reached forward to pour herself another shot.
After nearly gagging as result to Crux's comments about "satisfaction", Cinnamon turned her gray eyes towards the Malkavian, swiping the back of her hand over her full lips.
"Do vampires even have souls to bargain with?" she remarked, barely concealing the venom in her voice. Add a bit of jealousy to this fun cocktail. As much as she tried to avoid the fair folk, Cinnamon was getting very close to reaching out to some of her contacts to see if they had any information on the recent craziness. A bit of the familiar would be a wonderful balm for her raw nerves.
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