Pax goes chasing ghosts.   Posted by Game Master.Group: 0
Game Master
 GM, 32 posts
Wed 12 Sep 2018
at 01:53
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pax couldn't just leave the subject of the blood spirits alone...
Pax
 player, 10 posts
Wed 12 Sep 2018
at 02:45
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pax settled down on her knees, the duracrete hard and unyielding even under the ubiquitous rugs scattered throughout the room. They were woven with bright snarls of plastic and bits of cloth, unwontedly colorful but thick enough to ward off the worst of the chill this high up. Luckily she had managed to barter for a tarp last week to patch up the largest wind-ward hole in her wall, and the breeze had yet to turn with winter’s jagged teeth.

Resting on her heels, the Shaman rolled a credstick in her hands, the metal smooth and warm from prolonged contact. Her thoughts were still swirling, a few days after the completion of her first real run, racing heedless towards the limned horizon. At night her dreams had dripped, viscous goblets that began to run like oil paint that pooled in the palms of her hand. Almost always arterial red, only this last it had been the shiny foil gold of a candy bar. Inzhu said it was the sign of a guilty mind, but Pax thought it a rather apt message imagined or not.

Which is why she sat here today, getting up early enough to stand in the moonlight on her rooftop terrace for several heart-pounding minutes. Pax had collected some sage by hand, patting the soil in her tumble of pots and shallow boxes in recompense as she focused her thoughts inward and cleansed the room of negative energies. The sage, even green and full of life, had only burned but a few minutes, and that was when Pax had dropped to her needs in the middle of the room to meditate.

Thoughts came to her, some more prickly than the rest, and the Shaman nodded and ushered them on by. Slowly, bit by bit, the waters of her mind grew still. Pax was alone in her purified space, cold air bracing against her face as she reached out unerringly into the gloam.

“Lord Tobet, please heed the call of one of your daughters. I come in search of advice as one who cannot read the trail before me. Lord Tobet, I fear that I have disgraced your teachings, and I seek to make right on what has been done. Please, show me the way forward.” Her voice dropped to a dull-intonation, calling on the ancient spirit of Tobet, the totem that had watched over her family for so long.

Tobet had not often spoken to her, though maybe this was her own fault, maybe she should have tried harder to commune with her spiritual guide. Either way, she felt a transgression, and in all such serious cases had only to turn to Tobet to find her way forward.

Pax had stayed true to her group, to her allies and friends, and yet in doing so she had left someone behind. It was this that scratched at her dreams and tore any sense of accomplishment to shreds. “Please, Lord Tobet, tell me what to do,” Pax leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the carpets.
Dog
 NPC, 1 post
Wed 12 Sep 2018
at 03:43
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
In reply to Pax (msg # 2):

A noise rises up from the streets below you.  The baying of a stray hound, then others, the chaos and yapping cacophony gradually joining into a swelling, forlorn howl.  As suddenly as it started, the din stops, and the clarity of communion with your totem hits your mind all at once like a harsh chem trip.

"I hear your pain, pup."  The familiar, inhuman voice of Dog - Lord Tobet - echoes in your mind. "You think perhaps you have found your pack, but lost your way."

"The scent of blood lingers in your nostrils.  Instinct demands you follow."  You can feel the words on your face like hot breath.  A fierce feeling of loyalty, of devotion, kindles within you and suffuses you.

"Follow the trail.  Track the scent.  The answers you seek can only be found by chasing this lead to the end.  Then you will find peace."

Having imparted what cryptic wisdom it sees fit, Pax's Totem withdraws from her mind.

This message was last edited by the player at 03:47, Wed 12 Sept 2018.

Pax
 player, 11 posts
Wed 12 Sep 2018
at 03:59
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
A smooth exhale, dust tickling her nose, as Pax lifted her head. Tobet’s howling cut at something visceral in her chest, both wild elation and rabbit-quick fear as her adrenaline surged. When he spoke, her Totem voiced itself into her very mind, the baying of hounds reverberating through her teeth as she focused on staying upright. She curled her fingers tighter over the credit stick, nails digging in her palm to ground her.

“Yessss,” she whispered, the feeling drawn from her soul as Tobet’s gaze took in everything she had not yet said and even still saw something worthy enough to teach. Pax trembled as that horribly beautiful voice faded, her skull nothing more than an empty bell reverberating in the wind.

“Follow the scent…” it was a revelation, and the shaman opened her eyes to observe her nail bitten palms with tranquility. She hadn’t even considered that, far too reliant on her eyes to appreciate the other senses she had been gifted.

Pax sucked the scant few droplets of blood from her hands and very carefully unwrapped a soy-protein cake colored bright orange. This she set on a square of tinfoil, tenderly smoothed to a reflective sheen, and cast her senses outward once more.

“Pariya! Pariya! Do you think you could help me with something, canim? If you have time, that is? I have something, just for you. Won’t you come visit me?”
Pariya
 NPC, 2 posts
 Peri, Watcher
 Bird Spirit
Wed 12 Sep 2018
at 04:23
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
A pure white dove flutters into the moonlight illuminating Pax's small terrace, alighting on one of the garden boxes before transforming in a burst of silvery light into the form of a half-human, half-bird ethereal figure.

Pariya hasn't assumed this form before, so the proportions are a little weird.  She looks odd and gangly with a human torso and legs, and a bird's wings and head.  She lurches toward you a little and coos inquisitively?

You have something?  What is it! What is it!  What have?

This message was last edited by the player at 04:24, Wed 12 Sept 2018.

Pax
 player, 12 posts
Thu 13 Sep 2018
at 02:27
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
The light show was just so Pariya that Pax couldn’t help a fond smile watching her friend take shape, silver motes falling gently to the terrace floor before sputtering out like sparklers. The city spirit hopped inside, her coalescing form frightening if it weren’t for those overly familiar gleaming eyes. Idly Pax wondered what this new shape signified, if there was some shift in Pariya’s journey that had brought her to this frame rather than the more typical assortment of ravens and pigeons.

“Of course I have something for you, Pariya! I know how hard you work.” She flicked a long strand of hair back behind her shoulder and leaned to slide the cake in the bird’s direction. The tinfoil crinkled suggestively but remained flat beneath the sweet treat. “I saw this yesterday, by the ivy building across from the jagged hill and thought of you.”

Pax was always in search of new treats for Pariya. The bird never actually complained about her offerings, but all the same Pax felt it was only right to find interesting tastes or cuisines to tempt her friend with. Pariya liked knowing things. Where things were. What they looked like. How they tasted. It was easy, then, to take the time to find curious snacks to give back in some small way to the spirit who did so much for her.
Pariya
 NPC, 3 posts
 Peri, Watcher
 Bird Spirit
Thu 13 Sep 2018
at 03:52
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pariya coos excitedly the moment the cake is produced, her semi-humanoid form almost immediately shuddering and starting to lose consistency as she reverts to animal impulses.  She dissolves into a cluster of ghostly pigeons pecking furiously at the tasty treat laid before her.  She can't actually eat any of it, but that fact does not seem to diminish her enjoyment.

The bird-forms finish their frenzy and fade from mundane view again as Pariya's voice twitters in your ears.  "Oh, THANK you Abla!  It's so pretty and colorful and sweet, I love it!"

A familiar grey pigeon, perfectly ordinary if it weren't for the fact it's almost twice as large as a normal pigeon, takes shape before you and picks at a spot under it's left wing with its beak, grooming.

"How can I help you this evening?"
Pax
 player, 13 posts
Sat 15 Sep 2018
at 01:52
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pax clapped her hands, trying to muffle an outburst of giggles as the bird spirit dug in. She always worried that her offerings would displease Pariya somehow, or that the watcher would tire of the rather mundane treats Pax was able to afford. Each time they repeated this ritualistic scene she was filled with relief.

She waited in respectful silence as Pariya enjoyed her treat, not having to sit for long at all as the spirit finished pecking at the tiny colored cake. Shifting forward, Pax pressed long fingertips to her lips and thought hard about how to phrase what was mostly an instinctive concept for her at the moment.

"Do you remember that building I asked you to investigate? The one with the bad feeling?" Pax had worried, then, even if Inzhu said no-one could harm Pariya. Her worried had only increased when she learned that there was blood magic involved. Luckily, Pariya's sense of caution had won out over her incessant curiosity and the watcher had come back safely.

"I think that the wrongness there, that it is connected to the spirits we found trapped in those statues. The blood spirits." Pax frowned. "I was able to release some of them, but not all."

"And I think... I think that that is wrong. I think that the spirits are not to be blamed for that awful aura, that they don't deserve to be locked into stone or forced into servitude. So I need you to help me fix this. If I can find the remaining statue, in the astral realm, then I can help the last spirit find peace. But I'm not so good at finding things, not really. So if I could borrow your eyes, Pariya, and your knowledge, I believe we could fix this." She caught the spirit's eyes, earnest in her entreaty even as Pax struggled with the logic behind her feelings.

Tobet had said to follow the scent and this was the confluence of blood and guilt. If Pariya would help her, perhaps they could wash it clean.
Pariya
 NPC, 4 posts
 Peri, Watcher
 Bird Spirit
Sat 15 Sep 2018
at 03:37
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pariya listens, as attentively as she is able, bobbing her head in a kind of approximation of a nod as Pax speaks.

"Yes?  Yes...  Oh no.  Oh no..." The spirit becomes alarmed at the mention of the bad place.  "I do not want to go back there Abla, not at all!"

She quiets down as you continue, realizing that is not what you are saying after all...

"Oh... oh... I suppose that is not so bad, if there is just one now..."  She frets and shifts on her feet on the floor, clearly perturbed by the prospect of seeing the 'scary things' again.  "But where do I find it?"

This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 03:57, Sat 15 Sept 2018.

Pax
 player, 14 posts
Sat 15 Sep 2018
at 22:17
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
"I don't know, Pariya, that's why I need your help. You're the best there is at finding things, and I haven't wandered very far in the Astral Realm by myself before." Pax fiddled with her sleeves, picking up the nervous tension from the watcher spirit. If Inzhu knew what they were planning she would be sure to scold them over the riskiness of their endeavor.

"All I know is Mr. Enigma sold the statue to someone, or he's going to, at least. It could still be with him, or he might have already passed it on. I think though... I think we should be able to track the aura. Lord Tobet said something about the scent."

"The scent has to still be there, even though I can't tell here, in the physical world." Pax brushed at her skirt, blinking slowly. "What do you think, Pariya? Is it possible?"
Pariya
 NPC, 5 posts
 Peri, Watcher
 Bird Spirit
Sat 15 Sep 2018
at 23:33
Pax goes chasing ghosts.
Pariya coos thoughtfully to herself, cocking her head at Pax as she listens.

"Scent? Lord Tobet may smell the scent, but I don't smell very well Abla...  He is very silly, you know, always speaking in riddles."

She perks up, "I can see very well though!  If you tell me where you left it, I bet I can find it again!  Where did you last have it?"