The encounter in the park had shaken her. That someone had finally seen through the effect she’d fought for, the one to mask her resonance, had been one thing. It was going to happen sooner or later.
That that woman had then shredded it, scattering the effect and leaving her wide open and obvious? Steel’s speechless. The woman hadn’t even tried to work out who she was, what she was, if she was a threat to anything more than the digestive system of a fucking duck. She'd just attacked.
Technocrat. Gotta be a fucking technocrat. Stripping away her protection, her concealment. Making her easier to find and catch and cage and who the fuck knows what else.
She needs a place to hide. In her roaming of the less pleasant parts of East Colfax she’d found a few possibilities. Two seem more promising. The first, an abandoned laundrette. It had somewhere nice and secure in the back, where they used to keep the takings for the store. But it had a massive open window at the front. Not the greatest feature when you’re trying to stay unseen.
The other? A derelict funeral parlour. She stands looking at it. Had she been in a better mood, she might have cracked a smile. It’s fitting. Fitting in with the stereotype. And with any luck, the locals will be just superstitious enough to give it a wide berth before she tries to make it even less conspicuous.
It’ll do for now. First things first. The fucking ‘crats might be looking for her again, so time to make herself harder to find.
She’s managed to acquire a can of paint and a brush from somewhere and she uses it to add something to the building. Others had already daubed graffiti on the outside, some even venturing inside to add their tags. But this is more than simple art. This is something to make it – and her – a little harder to find. A large, open eye gets painted on one of the walls. The brush is loaded again and held in one hand, her other hand clasped into a tight fist. The open eye is painted closed as Steel fights again, pulling in the shadows around the building to make it harder to scry.
Somewhere to lay low until she feels up to pulling the shadows back around her, too. But it'll give her time to think about how to make some contacts in the city.
[Ward, 8 successes. 3 to duration (1 month), 5 to effect]
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Steel
[Ward, Corr 2. TN5, -1 taking all the time, -1 for resonance.]
Dice: 2 d10 TN3 (6, 7) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
Steel
[Extending]
Dice: 2 d10 TN4 (6, 10) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
Steel
[And again]
Dice: 2 d10 TN4 (1, 9) ( success x 2 ) [WP]
Steel
[8 succs, cap hit]
Howl
[witnessed!]
That that woman had then shredded it, scattering the effect and leaving her wide open and obvious? Steel’s speechless. The woman hadn’t even tried to work out who she was, what she was, if she was a threat to anything more than the digestive system of a fucking duck. She'd just attacked.
Technocrat. Gotta be a fucking technocrat. Stripping away her protection, her concealment. Making her easier to find and catch and cage and who the fuck knows what else.
She needs a place to hide. In her roaming of the less pleasant parts of East Colfax she’d found a few possibilities. Two seem more promising. The first, an abandoned laundrette. It had somewhere nice and secure in the back, where they used to keep the takings for the store. But it had a massive open window at the front. Not the greatest feature when you’re trying to stay unseen.
The other? A derelict funeral parlour. She stands looking at it. Had she been in a better mood, she might have cracked a smile. It’s fitting. Fitting in with the stereotype. And with any luck, the locals will be just superstitious enough to give it a wide berth before she tries to make it even less conspicuous.
It’ll do for now. First things first. The fucking ‘crats might be looking for her again, so time to make herself harder to find.
She’s managed to acquire a can of paint and a brush from somewhere and she uses it to add something to the building. Others had already daubed graffiti on the outside, some even venturing inside to add their tags. But this is more than simple art. This is something to make it – and her – a little harder to find. A large, open eye gets painted on one of the walls. The brush is loaded again and held in one hand, her other hand clasped into a tight fist. The open eye is painted closed as Steel fights again, pulling in the shadows around the building to make it harder to scry.
Somewhere to lay low until she feels up to pulling the shadows back around her, too. But it'll give her time to think about how to make some contacts in the city.
[Ward, 8 successes. 3 to duration (1 month), 5 to effect]
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Steel
[Ward, Corr 2. TN5, -1 taking all the time, -1 for resonance.]
Dice: 2 d10 TN3 (6, 7) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
Steel
[Extending]
Dice: 2 d10 TN4 (6, 10) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
Steel
[And again]
Dice: 2 d10 TN4 (1, 9) ( success x 2 ) [WP]
Steel
[8 succs, cap hit]
Howl
[witnessed!]