Voidus

I've seen all of them in OT videos before so by the third one I just went Wait a second!

lol at the little OneTopic watermatk still being visible on these

Whisper was twofold surprised, an event rare enough to elicit a quiet but genuine gasp. Firstly by the sudden sensation of paper in her hand as a Stranger handed her a note, used to the Alleys and their surprises as she was a humanoid entity being suddenly inches away from you when you noticed them was a perpetually startling event. She gave the Stranger a brief nod of thanks and received her second surprise upon reading the sender. Lita replied? She wondered. A meeting is promising, though the lack of directly addressing the issue is a disappointment. Probably shouldn't have pretended to be concerned that the masks would bring Them back. Lita was sharp enough that Whisper didn't often obfuscate or hide her personality. Partially out of respect but also because she doubted she could fully convince the department head of any of her usual facades. Which unfortunately meant that Lita was likely all to aware that Whisper would love nothing more than the return of the Stranger and the Lonely God, even if that return did herald the destruction of the world. Perhaps I should tell her about the whispers after all? She wondered briefly before giving an imperceptible shake of the head. No, she'd dismiss it like everyone always does. Unless she hears them herself, but even with Lightweaving I couldn't make her hear them, not properly. Lightweaving was a versatile skill, and Whisper was uniquely more adept at auditory illusions than visible ones but even so how could she emulate a sound that was not a sound? A whisper of absence? In short time she managed to find her way to the outside of Lita's office, knocking gently on the door and waiting for the reply before she entered. Habitually she scanned each corner of the room, though of course if Lita had intended any harm on her she would doubtless succeed no matter Whispers preparations. The resources of the DA were at her disposal after all. "Good morning." Whisper croaked, the strain of even this faint speech already beginning to scratch at her throat. Clearing her throat softly and giving a small nod to accompany her verbal greeting she perched on one of the available chairs in the office, before directing her full attention to Lita and arching an eyebrow. Now why am I here? @ZincAboutIt

Crem. Laurelai thought. Storming, Rusting Crem in a bucket. "It's not an unusual combination for certain cognitive problems." Laurelai replied calmly. Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem. "Selective retrograde amnesia is almost always associated with some particular trauma however. A crack in the spiritweb surrounding a particular event." She continued, giving an almost textbook response. "Recurring dreams could point towards the same possibility, or potentially repressed memories that are surfacing subconsciously." Too much, this isn't a quiz it's a conversation. Just breathe and focus. Why would she mention that combination? Far too coincidental to be an accident, the odds of a criminal trying to cover for themselves picking that specific set of symptoms must be astronomical. So is she really treating a patient? If so then that's another data point that we can talk to, she said recently admitted so at least it's not Vivica. But whoever it is if we can find them and talk to them then we may be able to work something out. "Either way it's usually an even involving the patient's personal history that can be discovered." Laurelai concluded. "It might be best if I spoke with them, I'm a Forger so I tend to help out on cases like that." It's all okay, just concentrate and think this through. What possible motivation could someone have for breaking into the records room and asking questions about dreams and retrograde amnesia? Her eyes dropped to the set of files she'd just liberated from a box, she'd already sorted them by symptom with any mention of amnesia or momentary blackouts on top. It was only a moment before her eyes widened slightly and looked back to the 'Doctor'. Crem.

Was going to say probably makes the most sense to be from the thread where she is and just tag me so I definitely see it.

Laurelai's curiosity began to climb as the young woman continued to stammer nervously. If there was no danger then what was she so worried about? Had she made some kind of mistake that she was trying to cover up? "Smith?" She asked to confirm, beginning to flip through a list of current patients. "Not Enedar surely, he's been here so long he's practically built into the mortar." As her long, slender fingers flicked rapidly from file to file her mind moved just as quickly. Watching the woman out of the corner of her eye as she tried to conclude what could be happening. If she had done something wrong and Laurelai mentioned that fact then they would need to speak to the administrators, who would no doubt ask Laurelai why she was here when she wasn't rostered on for several more hours yet. But she is suspicious. Even if she were covering up a mistake why come here? None of her own patient files would have been moved to storage yet they'd still be in the room. The only reason to come here is for information gathering, or to hide someone's old records. "Don't worry about me, I've got a few hours worth to get through, a couple of minutes spent helping a new colleague won't kill anyone." She added with a reassuring smile, using the opportunity to more closely examine the woman. Her eyes paused briefly on the hospital logo on the breast pocket before travelling down the sleeves. The worn sleeves of a coat worn for many years, not the crisp freshly-starched coats that were provided to new doctors. So how did a new doctor acquire a coat with the hospital's logo but worn as though by someone who had worked here for years? Can't afford to get caught up in any problems but I can't just let a potential criminal break into the records room without consequence. Should I just tell Lita that I couldn't manage it today? If only we could find someone else we'd have more flexibility to investigate this. "Ah, Jenny Smith?" Laurelai asked, inventing a name wholecloth to see the reaction. "Yes that could be a tricky one, forcibly broken Nahel bonds can cause a troubling amount of cognitive damage. We did have a patient a few years back with similar symptoms, though I don't recall what the treatment was. But you should be able to pull the record from box 1346 over there." Try to keep an eye on her for now, if she knows you're watching then she might just leave without incident and you can make an anonymous tip later.

Poor thing's shakier than a newborn foal. Laurelai thought, empathy breaking through her own fear of discovery. "I see." Laurelai replied lightly humming as she settled into the comfortable day-to-day interactions of life at the hospital. "I understand wanting to try to find the answer yourself but combing through old records is time consuming and it can be a bit of a long shot. Nothing wrong with asking someone else for a consult if you need one, especially if there's any risk to the patient." Wait, this could be perfect. She thought, jolting slightly under a sudden idea. Perfect chance to be here for an extended period combing through old records. "Why don't you tell me a little about it?" Laurelai prompted, clearing some space on a nearby desk and starting to lay out some files, she took one of the uncomfortable metallic stools for herself before gesturing at the other. "Maybe I can help you out or at least find some older patients that might be relevant. What was the patient's name?"

Nights why does nothing ever go smoothly? Laurelai lamented as she forced her face to impassivity. Three minutes in the room and someone else bursts in, I'd barely even begun to pull out the current patient files let alone start cross referencing. She gave a tired smile and a nod towards the doctor before pausing and tilting her head a fraction. Was she new? Laurelai was not deeply involved enough with any of the administration to be a part of the hiring process but there was usually some chatter when there was a recent hire. Perhaps she'd simply missed it with everything else that had been going on recently. "Hey." She said, attempting to noncommittally greet her. "Are you new here? Looking for anything in particular?" Just find her what she needs and get her out of here as quickly as possible.

"Yes I had some inkling as to the recency of your arrival." Neverthere replied with a smile, nodding towards the pile of nearby corpses. "Quick to establish yourself, though I can't precisely commend your choice of locale." These sewers were truly disgusting, and while there was something to be said for making your enemies uncomfortable it shouldn't come at the expense of always making yourself uncomfortable as well. "Had any thoughts on something a little more grandiose? You're establishing yourself here and trying to get some level of attention from other Epics so I assume you're trying to either join a faction or set up one of your own?" She ignored the guards and turned now to face the Epic himself, she still wore a joking smile as though barely taking any of this seriously but her eyes were intent as she watched him. What game was he playing? How large were his ambitions and did he have the appropriate caution to go along with them? How would he change the city and how best could she utilise that? A hundred questions that needed to be answered but they all boiled down to one thing in the end. How useful is he going to be?

Neverthere let out a faint giggle, moving into the room and stepping up to each of the guards who had raised a gun at her. She held eye contact with each, long enough for them to see the faint trail of mist leaking from her body, the flicker of fear that always entered eyes when an Epic paid close attention to you. It was as intoxicating and glorious as ever. "Very reasonable." She said, speaking to Crystallix as she stared down each guard til they broke eye contact. "And I try to avoid making enemies when I can. You're an Epic as well, and not an incapable one by the looks of the statue over there which means we can be friends. As for..." Her gaze drifted for a moment, trying to remember the correct term in German. "Well we called them Vanillas back where I'm from but I'm not actually sure what you call them in these parts. Non-Epics? Well they're not worth calling enemies, they're either useful tools or I ensure they're not a problem anymore." She said, flashing a smile at the guards. "But to speed things along and skip past the part where everyone starts threatening each other they're welcome to shoot me if they'd like." She waved a hand slowly through one of the guards stomachs, arm misting as it passed through flesh. "But in a small enclosed environment like this they'll probably just end up shooting each other. And as you astutely noted I've not attempted to harm either you or your pets, and gunfire makes it difficult to hear so perhaps we can skip that. As for how I knew you were here, I'll just settle for saying that I have my ways, I'm sure you can take a few guesses but I have to keep a little mystery around myself, it's part of my charm after all. But you can call me Neverthere."

Neverthere had never enjoyed visiting sewers, as a projection it took some effort on her part to actually smell the surroundings but even when she didn't choose to do so the ambience here was unpleasant. Why so many Epics decided to make the places into lairs she'd never understand, sometimes it was to make a statement, a disfigured lizard-like humanoid dwelling in the sewers was certainly dramatic but the logistics of maintaining a base there were horrendous, and what was the point of a lair if you couldn't terrorize the people around you? The rats of the sewers might flee an Epic but that was hardly satisfying. And this one grows crystals. She thought with amusement. Beauty comes from the foul places is it? Or just hiding from the more powerful Epics in the city. The Epic had sent his guard to explore the tunnel twice now, but Neverthere had simply remained inside of a wall to avoid notice. It was slightly harder to hear through a thin layer of brick but thankfully Epics often felt a need to project their voices to enforce their authority. This one was at least clever enough to recognize that an Epic had any number of ways to hide from the casual observation of a soldier, though not wise enough to conceal his orders or change them in any way that would actually assist in finding such a quarry. But such people often make for useful pawns. She concluded. And I've spent perhaps a little too long on the peripheries of the city without making myself known. Threatening vanillas can only take you so far. "Why is it?" She said, stepping out of the wall into the tunnel directly behind the soldier, cutting him off from the Epic. "That people always jump to invisibility? Hallucination, sound-projection, teleportation, intangibility. So many ways to explain a mysterious sound in a tunnel and people always leap to assume invisible Epic."

The sacrifices we make for the greater good of the plot. She'll be passing what she remembers of her conversation to Lita which might give us a way to restumble onto the truth. But I figured that given this is the entire centre of the forgery that at least some of that conversation is very rapidly forgotten. Also, ahhhhhhhh! So happy to be writing again and being able to read everyone else's lovely RP as well

Laurelai stared into the face on the page, she didn't remember grabbing the page, it seemed to just be there all of a sudden, two dark wells on a page, eyes staring back at her, past her and through her all at once. That face that was both familiar and not, someone she'd seen a hundred times just yesterday but also never in her life. There had been thousands of people wearing this mask, but was there someone else in the city who had taken it off? Someone who had once worn this visage not as a mask but as their identity and then somehow changed? Laurelai's lips curled into a smile, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth. For a moment she had been considering something truly incredible, that Vivica of all people could be the sole voice of reason in the city. That wit everything that had been happening lately, the confusion that had begun to spring up could all be solved by talking to someone who could charitably be described as the one of the most unstable patients in the hospital. "But it can't be can it?" She asked quietly, not to Vivica but herself. "Answers are never that easy." Her hand drifted back to the necklace again, pulling at the coin. Wishing that she could believe that she could finally find the answer to this mystery, finally scratch that itch of an unsolved problem that had been distracting her for nearly a lifetime. That she could put her mother's memory to rest. But her father, the Lonely God? That was all she could have expected when she went to Vivica for answers. Still, perhaps it was worth asking about- Knock knock knock. Her head twisted suddenly to the door, heartrate skyrocketing again until she saw the nurse at the door, a warm tray of food in hand. She gave a nervous smile and moved to the door, opening it smoothly as she felt herself calm. Out of time to talk now, but she found herself oddly relieved at that. She felt her previous tension fading as she allowed herself to chuckle at the situation. "Thank you." She said to the nurse, letting them brush past her and into the room. "And thank you Vivica, I'll speak with you again later." She gave a small nod and exited the room, calmly slipping past the final door until she found herself in the records room. Time to get back on track, Vivica's memories were likely worth reporting but they shouldn't be taken at face value. But for the sake of verifying as much as she could, perhaps she should... Hi dad, Laurelai messaged. I was just speaking with- Flicker. What was she doing? Laurelai stared down at her phone. Had she been texting her father about something? She tucked it back into a pocket and rubbed her eyes. Must need some more sleep. She thought, about to dismiss the thought before noticing the piece of paper still held in her other hand, had she taken one of Vivica's drawings? With a shrug she stuffed it into the other pocket and started combing through records. Beginning her search for strange patterns in the cognitive ward.

Shifting skies? The darkened pathway that Lita had led her through nights before had many such skies, had Vivica been following them somehow? Or was this something else? Laurelai wasn't sure what she meant by baking coats but most of the staff had learned to have either physical or chemical restraints to hand when Vivica started talking about frosting. Was she simply mad? Her mind broken by endless attempts to avoid sleep and reality. "You were there, we all were." Vivica continued, looking as relaxed as Laurelai had ever seen her, though still manic as she squeezed pulpy flesh in one hand. "You, and Gray, and Sierra" Those names, were they familiar? No, if she'd met people like that then she had forgotten them since. But something about Vivica's certainty, the force of her statements felt almost physical and Laurelai found herself staggering back a step, leaning against a wall for support. "The red haired girl with the gold Coin, and the man with the one eye, and the man with the bowler hat." Vivica continued. These resonated, the red haired girl, Lita? But even as Vivica hurled the other less-familiar descriptions at her Laurelai felt flashes of... something. An image? It felt more like an impression, like people wearing festival costumes only for these people they were no costumes. Her gaze drifted, unsteady until it locked onto Vivica again, a flash of predatory teeth with a small trickle of juice down her mouth that seemed for a moment somehow deep crimson. “You’ve seen it again, haven’t you? The sky. They tell you not to look but everyone looks. We have to look. We have to know. The Void. Grey and black and white and grey and black and grey and dark dark dark dark dark Dark Alley.” Laurelai shrank under Vivica's questions, she knew she shouldn't answer, couldn't answer. She had been given great secrets and was expected to keep them, why would she reveal those answers to a madwoman? It was likely that this had all been setup to begin with wasn't it? To ensure that Laurelai had the capacity to lie and hide this truth from others. Lita certainly seemed like a sort capable and willing to set something like that up. She braced herself on the desk, hand crumpling up a loose sheet of paper as she looked back into those horrifying bloodshot eyes. "Yes." She whispered quietly, afraid. "She told me not to but I looked." Mottled shades of darkness, every patch seeming darker than any glimpse into the night that Laurelai had ever taken but some seeming even darker than that. None of this made sense, another life? She might have been speaking about reincarnation but Laurelai somehow knew that was not the case, or at least that it was not quite so simple. What was she to make of this? A Forger with no idea as to the history that she was working with. Loose paper gently drifted to the floor, it had been knocked from its place as Laurelai steadied herself on the desk and now twisted to show the image on the other side. Bright purple and seeming to smile though it had no mouth, an octopus though Vivica had drawn it swimming through air rather than water. Next to the octopus were two figures, one Laurelai assumed was Vivica herself though the figure seemed abstracted. But standing next to her a tall, blonde-haired man in a white coat, simply drawn but conveying a deep loneliness somehow. "Vivica." Laurelai said again, bending to pick up the paper and staring at the familiar figure on it. "Who was my father?" @ZincAboutIt

Just stay long enough that she'll remember it. Laurelai reminded herself. Then slip out and we're right there, even if someone else comes along reviewing her previous admittances would make sense. Breathing shallowly she slipped into the room, reluctantly allowing the door to close since leaving it open would attract too much attention. She looked up to Vivica with a classic doctors smile, reassuring, calming. The smile faltered immediately as she met Vivica's eyes, bloodshot and wide staring straight back and through her in an incredibly unnerving manner. A wide smile that showed none of her teeth but did stretch her mouth unnaturally. Nights she's unnerving. Why is dad always so interested in her? Laurelai's father didn't often speak of any details of his visits, which had previously only raised her suspicions even further. She was not the only person who had wondered if perhaps he was in an incredibly ill-advised relationship with the woman, despite the difference in their ages. But it was unlikely, hospitals did not afford privacy to dangerously unstable patients after all. ”You don’t need to worry,” Vivica said through her smile of stretched skin. “I won’t try to extract your eyes. Your father would never forgive me. I’d probably get disintegrated.” Laurelai cocked her head at that, she had heard that Vivica had some interesting ideas about Professor Esserethel but disintegrated? A part of Laurelai tried to examine the curious behaviour immediately, was it because Vivica viewed him as a friend and protector? That would make sense, sometimes patients painted a much grander picture of those who were friendly to them than reality had. A good number of people were admitted here because people had abused those kinds of relationships. Not your job tonight. She reminded herself, breaking off the psychoanalysis. Brief conversation then records. "Of course, I know you wouldn't try to hurt me." Laurelai said, trying to demonstrate a trust that she most certainly did not feel. “There’s something different about you today Miss Laurelai, isn’t there, Bennington?” Vivica said, possibly not having heard at all. It was said that there was a fine line between genius and insanity, and Vivica's perception may have shown it. Others dismissed her as an irredeemable case but she was strangely insightful at times. “You remind me of the other you,” Vivica continued. Laurelai looked back to the door, wondering if she should perhaps just make for the records room now, but nodded politely as though listening to Vivica. “In the other life.” Vivica revealed teeth at last as they bit into the soft flesh of an orange. The simple act felt vastly more violent than it should and Laurelai almost had to repress an involuntary shudder but after a moment realised it was not coming. Perhaps she was growing slowly desensitized to such things? She had not been in the hospital all that long but those who had a tenure of decades were rarely surprised or disturbed even by the more violent patients. What did she just say? Laurelai said, head snapping back to look at Vivica as her words slowly sunk in. Another life? Some signs of recovering from retrograde amnesia? She had almost made one of the most basic of mistakes, being so focussed on where she thought she needed to go that she had forgotten what her actual goal was. Mysterious people, frequent patients of the cognitive word, memory loss. Wasn't Vivica exactly the kind of person that she would be researching if she had made it to the records room? And here she had the person herself, willing as always to talk about such things. But what had she meant by the other Laurelai? Had they met before? "The other me?" Laurelai said, forcibly levelling her voice. "I'm not quite sure what you mean by that. Have we met somewhere outside the hospital? I'm so sorry I must have forgotten." It was almost impossible, Vivica had been in the hospital nearly her entire life. But then why did it sound so convincing?

Atop the TV tower of Berlin a young woman sat, not on the viewing platform but atop the antenna that stretches even higher into the sky. She took a deep, welcome breath of the chill, fresh air as she sat, legs twined around the sparking metallic construct and a single arm hooked around it to stabilize her torso. She smiled as she took in the spectacular view, one that in years ago had seldom been able to be enjoyed by any. Calamity however had created no shortage of individuals who could escape the confines of gravity and enjoy vistas previously unknown. "But a beautiful vantage nonetheless." She stated to the cold wind that should be biting into her unprotected face but seemed almost confused to find no purchase. "Not a flying museum full of dinosaurs but I've grown to enjoy it even so, and even with this turf war it's significantly less chaotic than Oregon was." She twirled downwards, her long black curls of hair drifted down gently, ignoring the wind which still whipped about and settling in a pattern of her own making instead. As her feet made contact with the dome at the base of the antenna they briefly seemed to fuzz, fading into momentary mist. She frowned at the sight and under her gaze the mist snapped back into a solid form. "Out of practice." She said with distaste. "Just because it's quieter doesn't mean you can let up." She pulled her other leg from the electrified metal pillar atop the station, her hand briefly clinging to the metal as though reluctant to let go before finally leaving as she drifted along the globes surface, her long black dress clung lightly to her limbs as she walked, paying no more mind to the wind than her hair had and as she reached the edge of the sphere both dress and woman herself seemed to ignore not only the wind but the rules of gravity as she leaned out at a sharp angle. Far below a figure was approaching the station, gold marking his path as he approached. Little overly ostentatious. She thought with an amused smile. Someone with something to prove? And likely trying to find a faction to group into. However much Epics try to hold themselves apart it's endlessly amusing how much they tend to seek approval and companionship still. But there were other areas of the city she needed to look into today, perhaps she could visit this gold-footed newcomer later, but for now... She vanished into a puff of mist before any below could notice her presence, and within moments it was as if she was Never There.

She crouched down in an Alley, a foolish decision to make even in the best of times, even if you had allies around to watch you and the journey through the Alleys was short, stopping and closing your eyes mid-Alley was dangerous. As she was now, alone with only a single blade and the scraps of cloth that made up her clothes for protection it was beyond foolish. But the headaches had started again. Whisper wasn't sure what to think of the headaches, were they a sign? A punishment? The timing was too fortuitous to be coincidence, always right after she heard Them, the faintest illusion of whispers. A faintness to the sound that no amount of Tin could make audible, it seemed almost that she wasn't even hearing the whispers herself just noticing those who did. Here a customer and waiter shared an odd look of almost-remembered familiarity before it passed, there a moment of hesitation in what should be familiar routine. They were subtle, so very subtle but they were there, the people who heard the whispers more clearly. She had spoken to several for as long as her excitement and curiousity could outweigh the disappointment, but none had ever been able to illuminate her as to anything deeper. Those people had barely been worth spiking, but duty came before personal opinion. More and more whispers every day, so why do I still hear only echoes? She sat their, face buried into her knees and hovering on the balls of her feet, teetering and seeming ready to fall at the slightest push. A gentle breeze drifted through and seemed enough to pitch the tiny figure over and into the darkness of the Alleys but was stopped by a flash of bright silver. Her blade whistled through nothing but air as her head snapped up to see the slow breeze disturbing the ancient dust of the Alleys. Wind, that's dangerous. And rain? She glanced skyward, finding no clouds though they did not always accompany rain here. But no drops fell upon her or the alleys around her, only a few drops onto the ground at her feet. Staring at the small patch of damp she tilted her head in confusion, but not every mystery could be chased. She wiped the moisture from her face, though it seemed only concentrated under her eyes and on her cheeks. Time to move, headache is fading already. She noted to herself, quickly checking the position of her blade and spikes were secured before walking through the Alley. As she walked she pulled a pen and paper out from a fold of ragged clothes and began writing. Dear Lita, I would like to petition once again for the instating of a standing request that all members of the DA and in particular operatives of the departments of Counterintelligence and Acquisitions should immediately attempt to remove any members of the public within the region of the city and its environs who dons regalia associated with the celebrated figures of the Festival of Rebirth, and especially those donning costumes denoting the Stranger and the Lonely God. Mounting evidence suggests this invokes displeasure of these entities and could provoke eminent action on their part which threatens not only the wider city but even the Alleys themselves. -W That should do shouldn't it? Certainly her previous requests had been denied but this time Lita had to see, she must have noticed all of those people during the festival, the eyes watching from behind the masks and the whispers. Whisper hadn't put any of it in writing but that should just make it more difficult to dismiss the request this time, all of those comments that unheard whispers were not evidence would hold no ground this time.

In. Laurelai resisted the impulse to check the rooms and hallways she passed, ignored the tickling sensation on her neck that screamed that someone was watching, someone would notice. Out. Smooth breathing, unhurried gait, eyes forward. Not at all out of place, not doing anything suspicious. Pay no attention to her anxiety or fears, her mind running through every worst-case scenario. Don't fidget, don't play with the necklace. In. That helped, matching breathing with someone was always a quick way to begin understanding their psyche, that most basic of actions influenced so much biochemistry, so much psychology, calm your breath and your mind would follow. Almost as fast as Forging myself calm. She mused with a smile. - Forging? Fast? What in the world had made her think that so naturally? Even under the best of circumstances with a premade stamp Forgery could hardly be called fast, especially for something like calming emotions. Very occasionally if medication was not working for a patient and Laurelai had worked with them for a long time she might make a stamp to help stabilize them. Out. More ragged now, but she could control it. Nobody was watching, and only one more corridor to make it through before she was in the records room. Despite her own efforts her hand rose almost unconsciously to feel the coin again as she moved forwards, her eyes briefly fluttered closed as she took that momentary comfort. What had even startled her? It was a momentary panic but that would pass, even already the memory faded. In. Out. In. Out. We are calm, we are just working like we do every day. In. Out. In- Tap Tap Tap. "Nights!" She swore, jumping a half foot into the air and abandoning all of her calm demeanour in an instant, searching around to find the source of the noise and anybody who might be trying to find her. She even found one of her hands raised into the air with an extended finger as though she could draw a Stamp in midair, did she think herself Elantrian now? Her panicked gaze found one of the patient rooms, these were the long term care rooms in the cognitive ward and it took her barely a moment to recognize Vivica on the other side. Her father seemed oddly fond of the woman but almost the entire rest of the staff found her deeply unnerving, she had proven resilient to almost every form of therapy that had been tested, seemed to oddly be aware that she was suffering from hallucinations but refused to treat them as anything other than perfectly real and had frequently become violent with the staff. "Okay there?" Someone asked from further along the hall, one of the nurses pushing a trolley had noticed her starting. "Yes, yes." She reassured him quickly. "Must have been half-asleep while walking." "Ain't we all." The nurse replied, shooting her a dazzling if somewhat tired smile back. "Watch yourself with her though, tried to stab into my brain after telling me I had nice eyes. She's still got suspended privileges." Laurelai attempted to give a sympathetic look as she waited for her racing heart to calm. She spared a momentary glance at the window where Vivica was still intently peering through at her. Merciful Domi did that woman ever blink? "Yes I saw the incident report." She said, vaguely recalling a dangerous incident had been filed in amongst all the usual paperwork. "Thought we should probably drop in and see how she's managing." "Need restraints?" The nurse offered, already reaching for a nearby storage container. "No that won't be necessary." Laurelai said, thinking quickly. "Just a quick check in after all, restraints all need to be filed and it's already looking like a long day." She saw the nurse off with a strained smile, half-turning to Vivica's door and raising her voice a little louder than was necessary. "Excuse me miss, if you could just step back to your desk so I can come in. We just wanted to talk about the incident yesterday." Her hand reached for the door, as she watched the nurse move out the corner of her eyes. Once he was gone the hallway would be clear, she could just say something briefly to Vivica to placate her in case anyone checked in later and then be into the records room seconds later without any further eyes on her. @ZincAboutIt

hospital sounds like a nice start.

*swoons*

I believe I have found the source of the upvotes to some old Reckoners RP posts of mine from 2014 Was wondering what had prompted that.

I stand ever vigilant, but waiting for the call.

First Ideal Radiant: 90 Expert melee fighter: 75 Awakened Blade: 90 Weaknesses: Radiant Oath Underestimates opponents (-10) Aversion to killing (-30) 90 (M) + 75 (S) + 90 (E) -45 (W) = 210 This one's still pretty far over where we cap abilities, might need to reconsider some of this like whether an Awakened blade is necessary for what you're aiming for. Also not sure if there was supposed to be more to this? Looks like some of the sentences are cut off.

Recommended 1 or maybe 2 to start with, unfortunately the main plot has stagnated for a while now, we hit a bit of inactivity after covid. But there are a few threads that are trying to revitalize things so maybe check out one of those.

This post has all the magic systems, items, etc.that are possible and approximate point costs for them along with explanations for the points.