It was dark, rainy, windy, all the fun things you get on a spooky Chicago night. I was on my way back home in the Blue Beetle, which still isn't blue, when I noticed sirens down the block from where I live. A traffic cop flagged me over, the walked up to the window and rapped it with his nightstick. I shot him a glare, then rolled it down.
"Sir, this street's off limits, one of those mobs has gathered in front of a apartment building, said something about a "magical being" in the basement.
A few things rushed through my mind.
"That's my apartment!", I screamed at the officer. I slammed the gas as hard as I could (without breaking it.)
Had someone leaked the truth? Was Nicodemus manipulating Average Joe as weapon against me?
I jumped out of the car a few building down from the swarm of people. They had pitchforks, torches, the works. One guy had a automatic rifle. Jesus. Witch hunts never change.
As I approached the back of the mob, a man stood on a car parked in front of my building, proclaiming something in his hands for the crowd to see. I pushed my way through the people. Breaking free of the people, I saw what he had in his hands. Bob the Skull, my faithful pet knowledge spirit. I made a break for the man, but a few hands grabbed my duster hauling me back.
The man holding Bob had a maniacal look in his eye. "See you all! Look upon this as proof! Deuteronomy 18:10! Suffer not a Witch to live! What more proof do you need of the vile corruption in our innocent town! This Dresden keeps his familiar locked in his basement, plotting and scheming for him!
Bob chose this moment to interject.
"Well you see, i'm not really a witch technically, i'm a air spirit, and i'm the one who's been helpin-"
The man interrupted Bob by dropping him to the ground, then crushing him with his foot.
At that moment, a piercing scream broke the night. Literal chills went through the crowd. Lightning flashed, and the mob scattered. The air temperature dropped noticeably. The people had no idea what was going on, but I had an inkling. Mab, the Winter Queen, had been attacked.
In a flash of light, and a clap of thunder she appeared before the people as a glowing halo of blue. The rain turned into sleet, and the wind began to blow. Out of the the halo a beautiful woman stepped, carrying what looked to be a large wolf.
"You foolish animals, destroying what you don't understand, while the real threats are free to roam." She tossed the wolf into one of the street walls.
Then it began to change.
It morphed into a sickly looking creature, too terrible to describe. Kime, the Skinwalker, flew off into the night.
The crowd rolled like a wave down the street, heedless of anything in their way. Me and another man made it into the safety of a nearby ally as the mob surged away.
"That was a bit close for me." I muttered to the man.
I peeked around the corner, making sure the last of the crowd had fled. It was all clear. I turned around, to let the man know it was safe to leave. I caught one wiff of a silver sword and a grey cloak before a stabbing pain in my side shot me out of the alley, and onto the street. I didn't bother looking around, I knew who it was. I made a break for my house. The mob had torn the door off it's hinges, but maybe the basement was still safe. I tore down the stairs, slipped on the recently formed ice, and fell. Rolling to my feet, I dove for the open hole in front of my fireplace. I landed hard on my shoulder. The pain overwhelmed my senses. I struggled to my feet, and looked up. A pair of cold eyes gleamed in the darkness, and a glowing silver sword did little to illuminate the hard face underneath the cloak.
"Come out Dresden. There's no need to prolong this. You have gone too far, and your days as a warlock are over."
That was bogus, but this man obviously didn't care. I summoned all my might, gathering the pain, and anger, and shouted, "FUEGO!"
A jet of flame shot out of the opening into my living room. The man with the sword stepped back, driven back by the flame, but unharmed by it. More importantly, it gave me a chance to close and lock the trapdoor to my cellar. My magical locks and wards clicked audibly as it shut.
Oh yeah. It's going to be a long week.
The Dead: Bob the Skull - Shalmelo
PM's heading out. Sorry for the late narration. I get wordy.
Kime is a Skinwalker? Reveal in thread. Wow. Do we kill him?
From what it looks like, Mr. D is telling the truth or JT was lying about his role to stay alive day 1. I say Mr. D is Dresden due to the narration about the attack that missed.
A horrible, shapeshifting monster. It tortures for fun and kills for sport. Kime tried to kill Mab, the Faerie Queen of the Winter Court. He's irredeemably evil and needs to die.
!Kime
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Bob was most likely a seer.
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If Mr. D is Dresden, who is said vig immune, then it isn't!
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You do have a tendency to shit all over the vote.
You crush dreams for a living.
It was dark, rainy, windy, all the fun things you get on a spooky Chicago night. I was on my way back home in the Blue Beetle, which still isn't blue, when I noticed sirens down the block from where I live. A traffic cop flagged me over, the walked up to the window and rapped it with his nightstick. I shot him a glare, then rolled it down.
"Sir, this street's off limits, one of those mobs has gathered in front of a apartment building, said something about a "magical being" in the basement.
A few things rushed through my mind.
"That's my apartment!", I screamed at the officer. I slammed the gas as hard as I could (without breaking it.)
Had someone leaked the truth? Was Nicodemus manipulating Average Joe as weapon against me?
I jumped out of the car a few building down from the swarm of people. They had pitchforks, torches, the works. One guy had a automatic rifle. Jesus. Witch hunts never change.
As I approached the back of the mob, a man stood on a car parked in front of my building, proclaiming something in his hands for the crowd to see. I pushed my way through the people. Breaking free of the people, I saw what he had in his hands. Bob the Skull, my faithful pet knowledge spirit. I made a break for the man, but a few hands grabbed my duster hauling me back.
The man holding Bob had a maniacal look in his eye. "See you all! Look upon this as proof! Deuteronomy 18:10! Suffer not a Witch to live! What more proof do you need of the vile corruption in our innocent town! This Dresden keeps his familiar locked in his basement, plotting and scheming for him!
Bob chose this moment to interject.
"Well you see, i'm not really a witch technically, i'm a air spirit, and i'm the one who's been helpin-"
The man interrupted Bob by dropping him to the ground, then crushing him with his foot.
At that moment, a piercing scream broke the night. Literal chills went through the crowd. Lightning flashed, and the mob scattered. The air temperature dropped noticeably. The people had no idea what was going on, but I had an inkling. Mab, the Winter Queen, had been attacked.
In a flash of light, and a clap of thunder she appeared before the people as a glowing halo of blue. The rain turned into sleet, and the wind began to blow. Out of the the halo a beautiful woman stepped, carrying what looked to be a large wolf.
"You foolish animals, destroying what you don't understand, while the real threats are free to roam." She tossed the wolf into one of the street walls.
Then it began to change.
It morphed into a sickly looking creature, too terrible to describe. Kime, the Skinwalker, flew off into the night.
The crowd rolled like a wave down the street, heedless of anything in their way. Me and another man made it into the safety of a nearby ally as the mob surged away.
"That was a bit close for me." I muttered to the man.
I peeked around the corner, making sure the last of the crowd had fled. It was all clear. I turned around, to let the man know it was safe to leave. I caught one wiff of a silver sword and a grey cloak before a stabbing pain in my side shot me out of the alley, and onto the street. I didn't bother looking around, I knew who it was. I made a break for my house. The mob had torn the door off it's hinges, but maybe the basement was still safe. I tore down the stairs, slipped on the recently formed ice, and fell. Rolling to my feet, I dove for the open hole in front of my fireplace. I landed hard on my shoulder. The pain overwhelmed my senses. I struggled to my feet, and looked up. A pair of cold eyes gleamed in the darkness, and a glowing silver sword did little to illuminate the hard face underneath the cloak.
"Come out Dresden. There's no need to prolong this. You have gone too far, and your days as a warlock are over."
That was bogus, but this man obviously didn't care. I summoned all my might, gathering the pain, and anger, and shouted, "FUEGO!"
A jet of flame shot out of the opening into my living room. The man with the sword stepped back, driven back by the flame, but unharmed by it. More importantly, it gave me a chance to close and lock the trapdoor to my cellar. My magical locks and wards clicked audibly as it shut.
Oh yeah. It's going to be a long week.
The Dead:
Bob the Skull - Shalmelo
PM's heading out. Sorry for the late narration. I get wordy.
From what it looks like, Mr. D is telling the truth or JT was lying about his role to stay alive day 1. I say Mr. D is Dresden due to the narration about the attack that missed.
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A horrible, shapeshifting monster. It tortures for fun and kills for sport. Kime tried to kill Mab, the Faerie Queen of the Winter Court. He's irredeemably evil and needs to die.
!Kime
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And has skin.
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Its like a werewolf. But more demon then human. So you are evil, kime
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kime, guess you need to go.
Why was there only one kill last night?
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Either you're lying or someone protected me with a busdriver power.
Probably the former, but if its the latter I'd love for that busdriver to contact Mr. D and I. It's network time!
Never again!
Does it count as a lie if it was unintentional? Verr and I had a miscommunication. I didn't actually hit you, so it's all good :P.
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fffuck you
If you was drunk, you couldn't spell samurai. Trust me on this one.
Does that look evil to you!?
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Yes. Anklebiters can have rabbis and no one would think twice about picking up a cute puppy. That is true evil.
What do you have against Rabbis, you Anti-Semite?
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Rabies, not rabbis! Sorry my mistake.
Is it just where he said he can't die to a vig? I read through the narration but I didn't really see anything implied about failed kills.