Rockefeller Park.   Posted by Game Thread.Group: archive A
Storyteller
 GM, 331 posts
Sun 18 Jan 2015
at 21:31
Re: Rockefeller Park
The feeling that comes over Alicia is like the first time she felt Rattles or Bones. It was a stronger presence though, more powerful, more malevolent. It was a Ghost; but she could not see it, not without the help of Bones again.

And even that was a one time thing, she didn't know if she could even do that again.
Alicia Gallardo Covas
 player, 152 posts
Sun 18 Jan 2015
at 22:09
Re: Rockefeller Park
Alicia checked the sleeves of her flowing dress, making sure that the throwing knives she always kept there were safe in their bindings.  For a normal Vampire or Mortal, a knife would have no effect upon a ghost.  Ghosts were creatures of spirit, purely immaterial.  Even manifested they were untouchable.  But Alicia was Nosferatu, of the Calacas bloodline.  Her kind had been tied to the spirits of the departed since the creation of their line.  The Little Wraith was host to not one, but two of the spectral shades, and her Haunted Hands could grasp those incorporeal entities almost as easily as if they were flesh.  Her knives would cut, she just needed to see.

She called on the training of her now long dead Sire, the Haunt who had stolen her destiny from her.  Stolen her away from the beauty and admiration and respect that had been her birthright all those decades ago.  He had taken so much from her, stolen her life, but he had given her many gifts in return.  The Calacas line had always had one foot in the grave of death, and her senses had long since been conditioned to reveal those who stalked the Twilight.

OOC:  Rolling Wits + Composure + Haunted Hand merit to see the ghost.  Alicia Gallardo Covas, rolled 3 successes using 10d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((3,4,9,8,2,1,10(+5),3,5,3)).

"Grannie Smiles, can you see it too?"

She hissed, her large teeth chattering as she shifted from side to side in her crouch.  If Bones could see Elizabeth, then something had changed.  Either the Haunt had manifested her own connection to the spectral world, or the Metallic Monster's rod that was clutching her arm was granting her the talent.

"Something is coming, something old."

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The Smoker
 NPC, 1 post
 Incorporal Embodiment
 of Choking Death
Sun 18 Jan 2015
at 22:46
Re: Rockefeller Park
And it did come, through the twilight of the woods. The smell was upon them before the sight of the thing. It hovered, claws dripping with black tar and mucus, stinking of rotten stale cigarettes.

"There you are little one. I see you brought friends." It slivered like smoke, moving closer to the group.

"Just give me what I came for and I will let you walking corpses go. I might even decide not to devour you ghost!" It spoke with phlegm and spit, it's voice like that of a choking cough.


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Elizabeth Carrol
 player, 497 posts
 A chilling smile
 A nasty bite
Sun 18 Jan 2015
at 22:54
Re: Rockefeller Park
Elizabeth nodded to Alicia in silence as her teeth ground and her jaw creaked beneath the strain of her own immense strength. She did not have the necessary information to approach such a threat and the instincts to sink farther into the shadow were a persuasive argument but she kept her ground so long as Alicia didn't flee. The Little Wraith was the one who understood the world of ghosts better than any in Cleveland. She would not admit it regularly but the maternal instincts that had won her the heart of the Haunts of the Vanishing City also kept her there and her her talon clad hands flexing with the many tendons rising into prominence to mar the otherwise flawless smooth complex the lonely curse had left her with as one of many deformities.

Her thoughts worked to catalog the Coughing Thing and it's details. Her unskilled and still blazing eyes looking for one weakness or another to exploit. Her mind, meanwhile, worked to draw up something that might be used to explain it... To make it fit into the neat frame work of the world she understood despite so many upsets to the order of things in recent days.


OOC: After three playthroughs of dragon age inquisition... that is not a frightening image. <.<

17:56, Today: Elizabeth Carrol rolled 3 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 4,5,7,1,10(+2),10(+8). Occult + Int.

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Alicia Gallardo Covas
 player, 153 posts
Sun 18 Jan 2015
at 23:07
Re: Rockefeller Park
A knife manifested itself in Alicia's right hand, and with a quick motion she used it to cut away the majority of her tattered and ruined dress, revealing her pale boney knees and twisted tendons.  While the act might have drawn mortal attention, she wrapped herself back up in Obfuscate to shield herself from their eyes.  She doubted that her mastery of Obfuscate would have any effect upon the spirit, but she didn't want to contend with mortal's while she did what she was planning to do next.

"Elizabeth."  She said, using the Haunt's proper name for the first time in years.  "If you can, give me the rod."  Her fierce little eyes glared at the manifested shade, full not of fear, but defiance.
Elizabeth Carrol
 player, 498 posts
 A chilling smile
 A nasty bite
Sun 18 Jan 2015
at 23:20
Re: Rockefeller Park
The Councilor of Haunts moved carefully to draw out the half of the rod she still possessed and with a quiet gesture she held it out for the Little Wraith to snatch from her clawed hands. It was clearly only a part of it but it seemed that such was enough to have drawn her into the situation they were now in. Meanwhile, the Slenderwoman retained her defensive posture but watched the thing with narrowed eyes that blazed brightly with the twisted beast within.

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Alicia Gallardo Covas
 player, 154 posts
Sun 18 Jan 2015
at 23:22
Re: Rockefeller Park
Alicia snatched for it, hoping it wasn't bound to the Archivist.
The Smoker
 NPC, 2 posts
 Incorporal Embodiment
 of Choking Death
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 00:13
Re: Rockefeller Park
Although there was a trail of pale liquid that Alicia recognized as Ecotplasm, the part of the rod that was left moved from Granny Smiles to Alicia without much difficulty.

The Smoker laughed with a thick cough before saying. "That's a good little dead girl. You don't want that thing anyway, it doesn't belong to you."

It coughed a few more times then raised up its ghostly body in it's full glory smoke twisting off the ground to about twelve feet. Tar and phlegm dripping off of its body.

"You just go your way and I'll take that thing my way."

OOC: The Smoker rolled 2 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 7,3,8,2,6,8,7,2. Manipulation + Intimidation.

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Alicia Gallardo Covas
 player, 155 posts
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 00:31
Re: Rockefeller Park
If we are using my Resolve + Composure as defense, that is one success.  What does one succes do?
Storyteller
 GM, 341 posts
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 00:41
Re: Rockefeller Park
OOC: No, it's just -Resolve, which I will do from Right to Left like all rolls. But since its effecting both of you, I only wanted to roll once. With it's roll, it effects you both; giving you both the Insensate Tilt.


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Insensate
The character shuts down, either due to extreme fear or sudden pleasure. He may huddle in a corner, cringe away from sudden noises, or stare into space as waves of pleasure lap over him.
Effect:The character canít take any actions until the Tilt is resolved. He can apply Defense to incoming attacks, and if he takes any damage from an attack, heís knocked free of whatever fogged his brain.
Causing the Tilt: Several supernatural powers can leave their victim in a trance-like state of heightened emotion, whether itís a vampireís mind-affecting tricks or the pants-shitting terror of witnessing a werewolf take on an inhuman form. A truly heroic amount of alcohol or a hallucinogenic drug might have similar effects; administering such a drug is a Dexterity + Weaponry attack, suffering a Ė1 modifier for the improvised weapon.
Ending the Tilt:The Tilt wears off at the end of the scene. The victim can spend a point of Willpower before then to act normally for one turn. A successful attack will also end the Tilt. If a character has been knocked insensible by drugs, this Tilt is replaced with the Drugged Tilt when it ends


Alicia Gallardo Covas
 player, 156 posts
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 00:58
Re: Rockefeller Park
Alicia's mind was overwhelmed by the ghost's psychic assault, her thoughts left reeling as she staggered backwards.  It might have been the end of her, but the Little Wraith had endured the assaults of many ghosts and specters over the course of her Requiem.  More vital still, she had endured the vicious attention of the monster of a Nosferatu known as Rotten Rosey Morrow.  There was nothing this shade could inflict upon her that would hold a candle to the mental anguish she had endured in those dark catacombs.

With a surge of mental fortitude she shrugged off the fear, though she knew the psychic miasma would soon be back to cloud her judgment and bury her in nightmare. Fighting through the waves of horror, she lobbed her knife underhanded at the Demon Archivist, relying on the pain and shock of the blade to free her Matriarch from the Smoker's psychic grasp.

"Elizabeth, pain can break through the fear, help!"

She called out to the Demon Archivist.

"Rattles, Bones, send it back across the Twillight!"

Spending a point of Willpower to break free for the round.

Not a good roll.  Hope you don't dodge.  Alicia Gallardo Covas, rolled 1 success using 8d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((2,3,1,4,4,10(+4),1,1)).

Then compelling Rattles and Bones to use Blast on the thing from afar.

The Smoker
 NPC, 3 posts
 Incorporal Embodiment
 of Choking Death
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 01:07
Re: Rockefeller Park
The Smoker swept with a quickness that seemed unnatural by its size. When Bones blasted it with her Numina, flesh, not ectoplasm tore away from it's body. What this thing was, it definitely was not fully a ghost.

But, the blast did not cause it to waver. Snatching the rod from the small vampires hand as she stood helpless by its terror.

The Smoker, rolled 3 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 8,2,9,10(+7). Dexterity + Brawl +2 - 6 (Defense).
Elizabeth Carrol
 player, 499 posts
 A chilling smile
 A nasty bite
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 01:28
Re: Rockefeller Park
Elizabeth was fixated on the entity but she had the presence of mind not to dodge as the blade struck her. It was hardly a stinging wound as kindred injuries but the pain was enough to clear her mind as she roared at the Smoker. Her jaws distending unnaturally to facilitate the sound and the full effect. It was a horrid sight as she leaned forward with clawed hands spread out wide to either side.

It was a horrid sight as she fixated on the Smoker's own fears to buy them time and force open vulnerabilities. It's strange and twisted composition seeming to inspire in her the idea that it could feel fear in kind... and if there was anything the Nosferatu could invoke with the greatest of ease... It was fear.


Nightmare 2 at the beast and Nightmare 1 is priorly active. Contest by Power stat + Composure.
20:26, Today: Elizabeth Carrol rolled 5 successes using 9d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 7,10(+9),2,6,4,10(+7),5,8,9. Nightmare 2 + Pres + Emapthy + WP.

If I win, I'm designating myself as the source of it's fear.

The Smoker
 NPC, 4 posts
 Incorporal Embodiment
 of Choking Death
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 01:34
Re: Rockefeller Park
The Smoker was accustomed of causing fear and had dealt with terror for an untold amount of time. It watched the Nosferatu snarl and hiss in disturbing fashion and it barely flinched.

OOC: The Smoker rolled 5 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 3,5,2,8,10(+10,10,2),10(+5). Resist Nightmare. A tie. So I will say you have caused the Spooked Condition.

It had no reason to stay, vanishing with impossible speed into the twilight of the woods, fading quickly out of sight.

OOC: It has a flight speed of 26! Which is nuts. So it will be out of sight within this turn.

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Alicia Gallardo Covas
 player, 157 posts
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 01:42
Re: Rockefeller Park
Alicia snarled in frustration and anger as the thing escaped her.  Rattles and Bones were powerful ghosts, and their attacks were not something to be shrugged off lightly.  Whatever that thing was, it was immensely strong and durable to have resisted their sustained assault so quickly.

"Rebecca has the other half, doesn't she, Grannie Smiles?"

Was all she said, when the monstrosity faded from view.
Storyteller
 GM, 345 posts
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 01:45
Re: Rockefeller Park
OOC: Elizabeth, roll a Resolve + Occult -1
Elizabeth Carrol
 player, 500 posts
 A chilling smile
 A nasty bite
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 01:47
Re: Rockefeller Park
20:47, Today: Elizabeth Carrol failed (no successes) using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 4,6,7,1,6. Resolve + Occult - 1

What is even opposed by that?


The Matriarch looked to Alicia then with a hiss and a nod of head in response. She was finding herself growing increasingly tired with the City and it's secrets. The romance of the revolution having long since faded in the growing troubles that plagued the established bureaucracy.

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Storyteller
 GM, 346 posts
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 01:54
Re: Rockefeller Park
The pale fluid finally receded from Elizabeth's skin, flaking off and floating off with the Autumn wind. When it was completely gone, Granny Smiles returned to the land of the living, no longer able to see or interact with the dead.

Standing nearby, Dylan just stared trying to comprehend what just happened. With the Haunts natural ability to appear and vanish at will, he just shrugged when Granny Smiles appeared back in front of him on the path.

OOC: That was the roll needed to Manifest in twilight. After the rod left her hand it would progressively become harder with an additional -1 each turn.
Alicia Gallardo Covas
 player, 158 posts
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 02:09
Re: Rockefeller Park
Alicia was dying to know what the Smoker had been after, but she knew better to ask that with one of the Pretties around.

"We need to warn her."

Was all she said, looking lost and forlorn in the dark.
Elizabeth Carrol
 player, 502 posts
 A chilling smile
 A nasty bite
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 03:54
Re: Rockefeller Park
That much was obvious as the Slender woman considered the situation and her own demonic aspect. There was a state of emergency as it was with the van having been spotted. It was likely that Rebecca would be drawn to that madness. The gears of Elizabeth's mind worked quickly now as given the speed of the Smoker's departure... there wasn't much time to be had before he lashed out against her. She turned then as she pulled produced one of a dozen phones once more.

Taloned hands worked quickly, caring little for the damage to the screen. Soon enough a text was sent demanding details of the situation if there wer eany from her nosferatu colleagues. The simple tone of her words in text making it all too clear that something had happened and that the Matriarch suspected even more had transpired in her moment of inattention.

All the while, the shadows of obfuscation engulfed her once again as she strode towards the parking lot. Her business with Dylan forgotten as the Councilor was forced again to fixate on the big picture and those most pertinent to it. She only ever slowed her pace for Alicia to keep up. Each fall was accompanied by an harsh click of the heels of her shoes which had been, in part, ruined by her adoption of her full and wretched splendour.

Once more talons stabbed at the touch screen and forced out a text to Rebecca,
Dylan Ryke
 player, 34 posts
 Media Mogul
 Rebel Millionaire
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 04:39
Re: Rockefeller Park
Dylan turned his gaze away from the haunts, and was about to say, "sure", before the wind had picked up and the talking that made no sense to him had begun.  He had witnessed the rod switching hands, but had little understand of what it was for, or who they were talking.  Then Elizabeth was gone, and Dylan was left standing alone.

"I told them a drive in the car would be better," he commented to no one in particular and shook his head.  He pulled out the cigarette pack once more and slipped the stick pack in, before putting the pack back into his pocket.

"Fuck me, seems the whole world is tearing itself apart, and I'm the only one trudging along oblivious to it," he said in the quiet as he started to walk.  He lifted up the color to his jacket, to appear as if the cold was bothering him.  The lie was almost instinctual to him.  While the others seemed to love to parade their unnatural form, Dylan detested it.

He had a feeling this was going to be a long night.  He grabbed his phone and sent a text to his ghoul, he needed to keep his mind off the madness.  Talk of civil war had been an interesting piece of information, but he still had a job to do.  With whom this civil war was going to take place he wasn't sure yet.  Still there was a Masquarade that was being forgotten somewhere in the madness, and someone had to keep it going, not that he was going to get shit for it.

'I'm picking you up, we got work to do,' his text read, as he sent it off, and put the phone back into his pocket, and pulled out his car keys.

The lights lit and dimmed as he approached, and in he went, off to get the rest of the clean up finished.
Elizabeth Carrol
 player, 511 posts
 A chilling smile
 A nasty bite
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 05:23
Re: Rockefeller Park
THe Haunt hissed and sputtered as she contined to walk towards the car she had been reclining on. It was the quickest method she could manage barring a run through the benighted streets taking whatever short cuts the Little Wraith could guide her along. The beast continued to growl and roar as the world came apart. The woman matching it in odd counter point. The undead soul did not handle change well and too much was happening too quickly for her to keep track of all of it. The thought occured again of just retreating to her haven of dirt and stone but... the bridges burned were not ones she was ready to give up just yet.

Texts were forwarded to her kin asking them to report again and simply continue watching to the best of their ability. The initial reports didn't fit well with her own risk assessments and she'd rather put herself in harm's way then her kin.

Finally, she sent another text to Dylan.


If you doubt how fucked this situation is...Devitis' home just got hit just like the O'Beanna did. Wars here and it's not going to wait for any of us.


She poked the phone then and drew out the keys to the car with a hiss of annoyance. She had never been the best driver and didn't care to be seen in a vehicle since the curse had taken her... but there were few options and a Cab or the sewers and storm drains presented too lengthy a journey.


Exiting towards the Devitis Residence.

Dylan Ryke
 player, 35 posts
 Media Mogul
 Rebel Millionaire
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 15:49
Re: Rockefeller Park
Dylan raised an eyebrow at the message on his phone.

By who? Rosey?, he sent a text back and thought at the same time.

Do what you have, I'll have your back with the media, just keep me as informed as possible, it will help me do my job better.  He followed it up.

Rosey would have a reason to want the lie revealed, at least partially.  Who else was more vulnerable to hunters, the ancient that had lay hidden for a decade and a half in a city that wanted her dead, or the scores of young reveling in the streets at night as if they owned it?  What survived the hunters' fires would be alone, the thin line of communication that was the Cacophony threatened, or perhaps tapped.  Then she could take them out one by one, taking from them the only advantage they had.  At least that is how he would play it if he was her, and her age and power were greater than him, meaning that plan would be amplified, far more intricate, and dangerous than anything he could devise.  Worse of all she had fifteen years to plan this.

He paused in his thinking.  Luring him out would make sense to them.  At least he would do it, and the best way to make that happen would be through one of his informants getting a hold of something that he needed to personally resolve.  He knew what he had to do.
Elizabeth Carrol
 player, 514 posts
 A chilling smile
 A nasty bite
Mon 19 Jan 2015
at 17:11
Re: Rockefeller Park
Likely. was the texted response as the Haunt continued to make her way towards the stated address. The second text was sent just as quickly as the first.

Already intended to. was the content of that one on keeping Dylan in the loop. She was already giving out more then a dozen freebies to keep the whole city from rending itself apart.
Elizabeth Carrol
 player, 614 posts
 A chilling smile
 A nasty bite
Thu 29 Jan 2015
at 04:38
Re: Rockefeller Park
The Slenderwoman was a demon. No matter how she might deny that, it was how others viewed her, it was how the Beast roared in it's cage of soul and will. It was in how her form twisted and turned in unnatural will to the will of the Blood. Every detail was horrid, terrific, and nightmarish in every way that one might conceive. It was even worse to know there were others like her in Cleveland. Other demons who prided themselves on a warrior myth and a violent, ugly truth.

As she was now... She was no different. The Demon was hungry... lustful... savage. Too much had happened, too much had tempted it and there was little to slake that thirst but warm blood. Even the potent Will of Elizabeth Carrol could only stand up so long to the savage thing that gave her the dubious gift of her twisted form and unholy powers.

So she hunted among the pathways and secluded places of Rockefeller park. The scent of blood was thick on the air as she weaved, almost drunkenly, between the trees seeking that satiation of the lusts of her roaring inner demon. The Woman's will so eroded by the burden of it's containment that the thing had slipped free of it's cage. Still, she was in control but her own will was perverse in it's accord with the thing it fought so hard against.

Second nature and instinct carried her between through the shadows between the trees. Each step taken tearing some of that stuff away and shrouding herself in it as the smell of warm blood grew all the more powerful on the air. Silent, unseen, and horrid in her strength those blazing eyes of hers, long removed from the pity and restraint of the woman, laid eyes on a man already wounded. A knife was clear as day in his hand and the other clutched at a wound in his gut. His clothes were torn, shabby, and stained... Every detail made him ideal prey as the predatory calculations played out in her mind... Tendons, joints, and bones all creaked as she stalked... her teeth clicking to some ungodly rhythm that only the horrid beast of a Rakshasa might find pleasing.

Further and further, the Demon Archivist fell into the motions of the hunt. The violence of it drilled into her muscles by the tyranny of the Beast and Thirst. She stepped with deliberate care then to avoid the debris upon the ground before finally stepping upon a twig with malicious deliberation. The sound snapped the man's attention towards her even as she quickly moved under the cover of obfuscation. The silence was almost perpetual save for the ragged breathing she heard so clearly from her prey... Another step snapped another twig once more causing him to snap about in panic. Her dread presence oozed from her like oil then to harry at the man with figments of a fearful imagination. Impressions of watching eyes, wicked knives, and dozen other visceral and base fears watched from the shadows.

The faster the heart beat... the more easily accessed the blood.

She could smell it so clearly on the air. That smell, rich and heavy, finally drove her forward as she once more twisted and turned in the shadows of the sheltering foilage. Her might as Nosferatu made it easy so horridly easy to close the distance. All that might be scene from an outside observer was foot print's made by a woman's dress shoes in the dirt and grass... and then suddenly they stopped behind the man and his clothes compressed as if someone had pulled him into their arms... and then he faded from sight as if never there.

Forgotten and alone in the arms of a monster with only one need.

This message was last edited by the player at 04:47, Thu 29 Jan 2015.