06-18-2017, 04:01 PM
There was the assured need for a contingency plan in the event that Margot didn't answer. He knew that much- something about eggs and baskets and chickens hatching or whatever. There were lots of things to be said about that. Outside, the world seemed quiet, or rather, the world seemed like it was just going on and there was the occasional dropping of something in the distance or shattering of glass. The aftershocks of chaos.
The phone rang. And rang.
William sighed, which prompted more coughing on his part. Apparently theatrics were being punished whole-heartedly by his internal bits, so this was not the time for them. The reminder of the severity of all of this was enough to keep William focused; pain was a spirit of respect, after all. Respect demands that you be present. He was halfway done yanking Sepúlveda's shirt up to write on his chest when she answered. Thank god for speaker phone, because it meant he could still work and talk.
"Hey Margot, it's a shit show at the court house," he sounded pained, but more than that William sounded distracted.
(It's not good enough) the wraith grumbled to the only person that could hear, (he should have suffered more.)
"Guy at trial decided to unleash some-"
(This is nothing compared to what he deserved. It should have been me.)
"... some..."
(Should have suffered like we suffered- like we suffered.)
"-anyway, yeah. Paradox and-"
(This was my moment.)
"Shut. Up. You selfish, short-sighted harpy-" William snapped at something that, by all accounts, did not appear to be there at all. His was the only other voice on the line, "I swear to God... yeah, reality decided to make a point, Doctor Sepúlveda and I are stuck in a closet, and he's in pretty shit shape. He's not gonna die but if we both stay at the courthouse there aren't any guarantees. I'm not good to drive, can you meet us in an alley and pick us up?"
He tried to get back to writing what he needed to write to make this man a little more portable but it was... difficult. Focusing had never been his friend and this wasn't making it easier.
the devil
Forces 2: Manipulating kinetic energy to make this dude easier to move, diff 5 -1 (Specialized focus used)
Dice: 2 d10 TN4 (5, 10) ( success x 2 )
the devil
one more there
Dice: 1 d10 TN4 (10) ( success x 1 )
the devil
Aaaaaand again
Dice: 3 d10 TN5 (3, 7, 8) ( success x 2 )
*retroactively upping the diff on this to +1 for distraction (thanks, post theatrics) so that's only a total of 4 successes
The phone rang. And rang.
William sighed, which prompted more coughing on his part. Apparently theatrics were being punished whole-heartedly by his internal bits, so this was not the time for them. The reminder of the severity of all of this was enough to keep William focused; pain was a spirit of respect, after all. Respect demands that you be present. He was halfway done yanking Sepúlveda's shirt up to write on his chest when she answered. Thank god for speaker phone, because it meant he could still work and talk.
"Hey Margot, it's a shit show at the court house," he sounded pained, but more than that William sounded distracted.
(It's not good enough) the wraith grumbled to the only person that could hear, (he should have suffered more.)
"Guy at trial decided to unleash some-"
(This is nothing compared to what he deserved. It should have been me.)
"... some..."
(Should have suffered like we suffered- like we suffered.)
"-anyway, yeah. Paradox and-"
(This was my moment.)
"Shut. Up. You selfish, short-sighted harpy-" William snapped at something that, by all accounts, did not appear to be there at all. His was the only other voice on the line, "I swear to God... yeah, reality decided to make a point, Doctor Sepúlveda and I are stuck in a closet, and he's in pretty shit shape. He's not gonna die but if we both stay at the courthouse there aren't any guarantees. I'm not good to drive, can you meet us in an alley and pick us up?"
He tried to get back to writing what he needed to write to make this man a little more portable but it was... difficult. Focusing had never been his friend and this wasn't making it easier.
the devil
Forces 2: Manipulating kinetic energy to make this dude easier to move, diff 5 -1 (Specialized focus used)
Dice: 2 d10 TN4 (5, 10) ( success x 2 )
the devil
one more there
Dice: 1 d10 TN4 (10) ( success x 1 )
the devil
Aaaaaand again
Dice: 3 d10 TN5 (3, 7, 8) ( success x 2 )
*retroactively upping the diff on this to +1 for distraction (thanks, post theatrics) so that's only a total of 4 successes