10-26-2013, 02:08 PM
Weird to see Erich hunched over a guitar that hardly seems to fit in his fingers, haloed as he is by his rage and the visceral, red-blooded, warminded promise of it. Warform like a great and terrible shadow around him. The night she died he frenzied and demanded the hearts of his enemies and now he stands there humanskinned with a guitar he barely knows how to play looped over his shoulder.
Charlotte does not know how to play at all. Oh, she has ancestors but,
a popular 20th century song at the Gathering of a dead Bone Gnawer is not the sort of favor she could request from Crest of Mourning. No. He would refuse it all. Furiously, self-righteously, haughtily refuse.
So Erich sings alone because Charlotte cannot: cannot sing, cannot play. Cannot dance, weird little thing. She's a glorious corona beside him but sits with her arms crossed tightly over her thin chest, like she's refusing the idea of death at all,
or at least the endings it brings.
--
Except, no.
Later, Charlotte, who is standing close to her packmate, does join in. Erich's voice is thin and tired and he doesn't always hit the notes, but he knows a few chords on that guitar and he plays them, the emotion raw and immediate, given a fire by his rage. Memory, by the way he spent himself, whole and entire, seeking vengeance for the dead.
Charlotte's voice is thin and girlish and she has not the first idea about the proper arrangement of notes, nor does she know these words, except from hearing Erich practice, sitting alone on the steps of the tinyhouse, his breath visible in the cold, gray light of an early morning, frost on the needles of the evergreens, the promise of snow sharp and clear in the air.
Thin and girlish and reedy but also:
glorious. Haloing. Soaring yes the way Falcon always soars, the light of the moon running like water over his open wings.
--
[mnemosyne @ 2:03PM
Charlotte: Charisma + Performance (none) + Pure Breed. Dif +2 because no clue what she be doing.
Roll: 7 d10 TN8 (5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10) ( success x 3 ) [WP] VALID
niko @ 2:05PM
No skill in a skill is just +1, yeah! It's on page 127 of W20]
Okay so: commentary. Charlotte has five successes there since the difficulty should've been 7 (+1 for no skill) instead of 8.]
Charlotte does not know how to play at all. Oh, she has ancestors but,
a popular 20th century song at the Gathering of a dead Bone Gnawer is not the sort of favor she could request from Crest of Mourning. No. He would refuse it all. Furiously, self-righteously, haughtily refuse.
So Erich sings alone because Charlotte cannot: cannot sing, cannot play. Cannot dance, weird little thing. She's a glorious corona beside him but sits with her arms crossed tightly over her thin chest, like she's refusing the idea of death at all,
or at least the endings it brings.
--
Except, no.
Later, Charlotte, who is standing close to her packmate, does join in. Erich's voice is thin and tired and he doesn't always hit the notes, but he knows a few chords on that guitar and he plays them, the emotion raw and immediate, given a fire by his rage. Memory, by the way he spent himself, whole and entire, seeking vengeance for the dead.
Charlotte's voice is thin and girlish and she has not the first idea about the proper arrangement of notes, nor does she know these words, except from hearing Erich practice, sitting alone on the steps of the tinyhouse, his breath visible in the cold, gray light of an early morning, frost on the needles of the evergreens, the promise of snow sharp and clear in the air.
Thin and girlish and reedy but also:
glorious. Haloing. Soaring yes the way Falcon always soars, the light of the moon running like water over his open wings.
--
[mnemosyne @ 2:03PM
Charlotte: Charisma + Performance (none) + Pure Breed. Dif +2 because no clue what she be doing.
Roll: 7 d10 TN8 (5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10) ( success x 3 ) [WP] VALID
niko @ 2:05PM
No skill in a skill is just +1, yeah! It's on page 127 of W20]
Okay so: commentary. Charlotte has five successes there since the difficulty should've been 7 (+1 for no skill) instead of 8.]
But my heart is wild and my bones are steel
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula