Joss | Godi tricks

Posted on May 27, 2009 by Lessa
Dime Bag]
There’s not a lot of places to have to oneself around here. Especially when a body’s bunking with two people whose Rage indicative of a full moon, with two people who have suffered terrible loss in the course of the last six months, with two people who presently can’t stand each other for reasons that haven’t been looked into yet.

There’s not a lot of places to have to oneself, and so when Dime Bag wants to light up a fat one and can’t convince the people in the common room to stop watching television or playing pool she tucks her joint behind her ear and gallops down the stairs, her sneakers thumping like a pony’s hooves on the wooden steps until she gallivants through the kitchen and lets herself out the back door and into the alleyway.

It’s muggy outside, and cooling off. A breeze tugs at her unfettered hair, and she pulls a lighter out of her pocket as she closes the back door so Reuben will not yell at her for letting smoke in the kitchen.
[Elsa]
to Boy, Dime Bag, Gossamer Wing
((Is this open? I’ve only got an hour or so))
[Gossamer Wing]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 4 at target 5)
to Dime Bag
Umbral. She’s been here for a while now, meditating, communing, getting the general feel of the area surrounding the Brotherhood, which is so near to the Bawn, the Caern, which is then bordered by Eagle Lands on two sides. She is at home here, kneeling, barefoot, on the ground, the breezes playing havoc with her dreads, tugging at her skirts, her blouse… Here, more than any other place – she looks like she belongs. She looks strong, yet somehow translucent, as if she may be turning spirit herself before your very eyes….

On closer look, one can see that she has pulled her skirts up to bare her thighs, where four strips are etched into her skin, scarred by carefully placed claw, the tissue knotted and twisted and thickly raised. Four stripes on each thigh, bared between the steady rhythm she beats out with bare palm. Skin against skin, slapped in constant easy rhythm, her eyes closed, her body swaying with the beat of – quite literally – her own drum.

(Spirit Drum: Dex + Performance diff 5)
[Boy]
The two in Room 9 were an odd pair. They were obviously dependent on each other, moving as if invisibly joined when together, and almost always conferring with each other, even if just with a look, before speaking to anyone else. But that was just when they were together.

When they weren’t, on average, she was hardly ever at the brotherhood, and he hardly ever wasn’t. She was intensely independent, and proud of the fact, announcing one evening of her successful job hunting. He was almost obsessed with making himself useful, fitting in there, even if it meant complaining kin and being ejected from the kitchen. Eventually he couldn’t be ignored, and was the only one that didn’t cringe at the duty of taking out the garbage.

And so it was that the teenager happened to be in the alleyway out back, hefting trash can after heavy trashcan and depositing it all into the dumpster. And even over that there was that sudden exploratory sniff, and a curious bending of his neck to see who was out there.

“Oh…Hey.”

Have we mentioned that he doesn’t talk much?
[Gossamer Wing]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 4)
to Dime Bag
The cadence never changed, her body never slows, her hands never waver, even as she shifts her focus from the drum, from the beat to the spirits that surround her, to the call she sends across the umbrascape to call the Spirits to her, to pull them with her soul, to commune with them more directly then she has till now…

(Summoning: wits+rituals = 6 plus 4 (drum suxx) = 10 target + for gafflings – 4)
[Elsa]
*She’s not been seen regularly around the Brotherhood, may still be a new face to some, but today Elsa’s come here looking for someone. Hands in her pockets and with her hair hanging loose down her back for once, she walks slowly down the alleyway towards the side door. It comes as something of a surprise to see the place already occupied . . a girl with that look of anticipation focussed on the joint in her hand, and a boy taking out the trash. She stops, re-considering her approach . . but if they’re using this door they must be either staff, or residents . . surely*
[Gossamer Wing]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP]
to Dime Bag
The wind rises, surrounding her, threatening to knock her over as suddenly she is surrounded by elementals of Air, pulling and tugging at her dreads, her clothing, her skin while she laughs softly and lets them play. She removes her hands from her pockets, and tosses a handful of glitter and confetti, which the elementals pick up, swirl and toss and shimmer and play with about her form.

She has played with the spirits since her first cross umbral – she is at home here, as much as they are. Soon, however, she beckons them to her, and voices a soft request, a soft plea, while holding Sandman’s hat within her hands.

It is very possible that the Spirits laugh… Did you know they could laugh?

When one steps forward at her request, and smiles and turns the hat upside down, allowing the elemental to swirl about inside, as she waves her hands above him, focusing her will once more to binding him to the object….

(binding – spend gnosis, -1 diff = 5d 6, spend wp)
[Dime Bag]
Sarah notices the kid as he’s hoisting the contents of a couple of trash cans into the nearby Dumpster, her blue eyes lazily sifting over him while her nostrils flare to scent him. Her tongue is held partially to avoid scaring the bejesus out of him while his back is turned and partially because she is currently on a mission to get her high going as soon as possible.

The joint slips between her lips, dry and slightly chapped and dusty from days on the road, and as she clicks the lid of her Zippo open and introduces reluctant flame to the universe the kid turns around to look at her. His sniff comes up with nothing. There is no breeding in this girl, nothing to indicate she is any more special than anyone else of their kind, although there is a bristling of angry energy about her that could just as easily be tension in a normal human being.

Hey, he says, and the corn silk blonde gives him a smile around her joint as it sparks alight and she inhales.

“Hey yourself,” she says. “You live here?”
[Gossamer Wing]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 4)
to Dime Bag
Successful, she grins as she places the hat on her head, and focuses once more, beginning again. She pulls a small wooden bowl from the bag at her side, and sets it on the ground before her, then pours pure water from a bottle also retrieved, to fill the bowl. She then drums, she focuses, she calls, this time – for water elementals to come sip from her offering bowl.

(Same drum suxx in effect, same roll as before, 10d 4)
[Boy]
“Yeah. For now at least.”

He dusted off the work gloves he was given, as if anything he did would make those grubby things clean. Then, as if to indicate that he would pause in his working for a little while, he took them off, folded one into each other, and tucked the bundle under his arm.

“I’m Boy.”
[Gossamer Wing]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
to Dime Bag
They are not so quick to rush to her aid, water a powerful force that moves and swells and cuts through the umbral scape before her, until able to dip edges, fingertips if you will, into the offered water, and touch it to their lips. She takes her time with these, for Water can be quick to judge, quick to take, without understanding or aid. Her question given, her promise made, she once more offers her spiritual essence to entice them to do her bidding, to ask that they do her will…

(Water Elementals = gnosis 10. Spend three down to gnosis 7 for target. Muster will power to bind into the water itself. wp roll: 5 – spend 1 for auto suxx.)
[Dime Bag]
The blonde nods her head, once, and blows a plume of smoke into the air over her head. It hangs dense and heavy, as if threatening to expunge rain, and it absolutely reeks. Anyone who has spent any amount of time around a connoisseur of marijuana will recognize the scent for the high quality stuff that it is, and it’s clear from the size of the joint that only a small amount is necessary to get her where she wants to be.

“Dime Bag,” she says, and then, with more curiosity in her voice. “Who you with?”
[Elsa]
*Watching the introductions, Elsa hangs back, nobody seems to have noticed her and for now that suits her fine. The girl smokes, with scant regard for the law or anything else and as the ash falls to the ground Elsa feels that prickle of discomfort and for a moment the scene takes on a flickering edge. Elsa swallows and takes a step forward, shaking back her hair and the ghosts at the same time*
[Gossamer Wing]
to Dime Bag
She smiles her thanks, and carefully portions out the water into two glass vials, each portion now a healing talen that will she will offer to Silence upon their eventual meeting. once she has stoppered each vial, and placed all her things back in her bag, she slings it over her shoulder and stands.

It’s time to go.

And with that, she makes her way to the umbral roof of the Brotherhood, and steps back realmside. She makes her way on quiet bare feet to her room, where she sets up the promised waterfall feature, filed with purified water, for the Elementals to sip from whenever they wish.

(and I’m out! I *think* i did all that right. *LOL* Who knows. Thanks for viewing! :P)
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