Jack
There is a curse and this is part of the curse. This sleep that is more than sleep this slumber that is without breath or movement or decay an enchantment and a curse and they're all relics they're all pure when they're sleeping uncorrupted during the daylight hours with Helios overhead and their kingdom out with the tide Jack doesn't know precisely why these things work as they do work but he does understand intuitive does know the story well and when he is loosed of those chains no longer eclipsed when he wakes and the beast wakes and the monster wakes where it is that he does wake so soon with the evening sky still tinted by a memory of daylight a gloaming he is concerned.
He had watched the eclipse like it was a portent an omen he had watched it and felt a shadow slip across the ground a shadow steal from the city the city which straddles all kingdoms which is lost and it is also found and it had made him shiver, who does not often shiver, it had lifted his spirits even as he thought, no foot ever trod that face,
and now, now, now, awake so early, what is a Jack to do? A gentleman Jack, a monstrous Jack, a Jack of parts, a Jack who knows things, hopes things, a Jack of Nobody? He makes no calls that first night: he stays, for the most part, unseen -- drifts in the eddies of other calamities. He goes down to the Kingdom Below, down to the fortress that has been betrayed by a Hag, by a Witch-turned creature, to see his brethren. He goes to the castle that stands though it has been besieged again again with its rebel prince and he wonders there. He goes to the rats and he goes to his devil-cat but he does not make any personal phonecalls without first being called except one and that is off-hand once news of a lynching of chains of mortals feeling the puppet-slung string-pulling power of conditionally immortal creatures given more scope for the dark world's Things To Be Careful Of, Places To Be Ware.
That personal call is to Miss Molly Toombs and perhaps she answers her phone.
Jack and Kali. He'd brought up the eclipse last time they'd spoken hadn't he of course one needs to know when a shadow is going to pass but now that the shadow's passed: he wonders does he feel different? His response to Kali's text is:
Interesting, and yes I do get you.
Meeting?
For once there are no smileys.
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Lux
Lux is a social creature so let us not examine what she thinks or does or says as soon as she realizes that it is early for her. Perhaps she thinks nothing of it at all. No. Of course she thinks something of it. Where-ever the Anarchs conspire for their cause: certainly, one of the first people she reaches out to is John St. Germain.
Maybe she is with him when she replies to Kali's text. We don't know. The story doesn't tell us. There are no paparazzi for the undead: or if there are, they aren't currently stalking the Toreador Anarch.
Her response is:
They would find a way to turn something delightful into a bloody brawling mess of a squall of a fuck them both.
I wonder how long it will last?
Then Ms Summer Barrett gets a phonecall or her warm-voiced honey-voiced agent Roderick gets a text to pass onto his mistress:
Hi, Summer. Did you wake up early? Everybody's doing it. Curious, huh? I want to know what you think, darling.
The night spins itself out. Much later on, Mr. Nathan Marszalek gets:
If you're going to be wandering the streets tonight covering stories, keep your head down. Idiot S & Js.
And a Tremere also gets a phonecall, not a text, not a message. He probably picks up. It starts with an enthusiastic: "Hi there, Kitten!"
D'you know? Lux is just such a gossip. An Amber also gets a phonecall.
Maybe a Jasper, if she knows how to contact him, also gets a nice little line-drop.
It's a regular musical number of phonecalls. It's nice to have some extra time, huh? Or it could be.
There is a curse and this is part of the curse. This sleep that is more than sleep this slumber that is without breath or movement or decay an enchantment and a curse and they're all relics they're all pure when they're sleeping uncorrupted during the daylight hours with Helios overhead and their kingdom out with the tide Jack doesn't know precisely why these things work as they do work but he does understand intuitive does know the story well and when he is loosed of those chains no longer eclipsed when he wakes and the beast wakes and the monster wakes where it is that he does wake so soon with the evening sky still tinted by a memory of daylight a gloaming he is concerned.
He had watched the eclipse like it was a portent an omen he had watched it and felt a shadow slip across the ground a shadow steal from the city the city which straddles all kingdoms which is lost and it is also found and it had made him shiver, who does not often shiver, it had lifted his spirits even as he thought, no foot ever trod that face,
and now, now, now, awake so early, what is a Jack to do? A gentleman Jack, a monstrous Jack, a Jack of parts, a Jack who knows things, hopes things, a Jack of Nobody? He makes no calls that first night: he stays, for the most part, unseen -- drifts in the eddies of other calamities. He goes down to the Kingdom Below, down to the fortress that has been betrayed by a Hag, by a Witch-turned creature, to see his brethren. He goes to the castle that stands though it has been besieged again again with its rebel prince and he wonders there. He goes to the rats and he goes to his devil-cat but he does not make any personal phonecalls without first being called except one and that is off-hand once news of a lynching of chains of mortals feeling the puppet-slung string-pulling power of conditionally immortal creatures given more scope for the dark world's Things To Be Careful Of, Places To Be Ware.
That personal call is to Miss Molly Toombs and perhaps she answers her phone.
Jack and Kali. He'd brought up the eclipse last time they'd spoken hadn't he of course one needs to know when a shadow is going to pass but now that the shadow's passed: he wonders does he feel different? His response to Kali's text is:
Interesting, and yes I do get you.
Meeting?
For once there are no smileys.
--
Lux
Lux is a social creature so let us not examine what she thinks or does or says as soon as she realizes that it is early for her. Perhaps she thinks nothing of it at all. No. Of course she thinks something of it. Where-ever the Anarchs conspire for their cause: certainly, one of the first people she reaches out to is John St. Germain.
Maybe she is with him when she replies to Kali's text. We don't know. The story doesn't tell us. There are no paparazzi for the undead: or if there are, they aren't currently stalking the Toreador Anarch.
Her response is:
They would find a way to turn something delightful into a bloody brawling mess of a squall of a fuck them both.
I wonder how long it will last?Then Ms Summer Barrett gets a phonecall or her warm-voiced honey-voiced agent Roderick gets a text to pass onto his mistress:
Hi, Summer. Did you wake up early? Everybody's doing it. Curious, huh? I want to know what you think, darling.
The night spins itself out. Much later on, Mr. Nathan Marszalek gets:
If you're going to be wandering the streets tonight covering stories, keep your head down. Idiot S & Js.
And a Tremere also gets a phonecall, not a text, not a message. He probably picks up. It starts with an enthusiastic: "Hi there, Kitten!"
D'you know? Lux is just such a gossip. An Amber also gets a phonecall.
Maybe a Jasper, if she knows how to contact him, also gets a nice little line-drop.
It's a regular musical number of phonecalls. It's nice to have some extra time, huh? Or it could be.