06-24-2017, 03:55 PM
Meanwhile, at the courthouse
William was having one Hell of a time getting the doctor together. Amidst the talking and the threats and the continual checking to make sure Sepúlveda was still breathing, William spent some time checking over sigils and going through his bag for a different shade of red. He'd never figured that he would spend this much time writing on people and things, but he had to differentiate instructions to the universe about how precisely this was going to work. No wiggle room. No negotiation. No room for complaint. This. Will. Work. Because-
You impetuous child, do you know who I am? I was a king of industry- I could buy and sell peons like you-
William held the pen a little tighter, jaw clenched while some wraith continued to ramble on about his own importance. In a way it was sad; he was holding on to a life that he no longer had. Tried to wield status that he didn't have anymore and was still hoping that it would work. This might get some sympathy out of the Hermetic on a good day because William understood after a lifetime of hearing these stories that this was why they never moved on. The dead clung to things that once were and could never be, stuck in a Hell where transcendence is just a rumor at best. This was all still fresh for the ghost currently bothering them, but Will had work to do and his attention was faltering.
[No.]
"And bodies beyond the notice of light-" William started, in some language only spoken by a select few and the universe itself.
[No, you have to sleep sometime. You're going to listen to me, you're going to make good- someone has to pay for this injustice.]
"But not the notice of Truth-"
He muttered something to himself, either unimportant or half-voiced for the sake of getting himself on track. He was insistent, yes, but then again so was their current guest. The door shook again, enough to make William's attention snap back to it while his stomach. he wasn't sure whose fault it was that the door rattled that time- their spirit problem or the ministrations of Reality. Whatever the case- "Good enough, c'mon Sepúlveda."
William gathered up the man's thingsand started the rather unpleasant task of dragging him out of the closet and out to an alleyway. To his credit, he only ran the doctor into a trashcan once.
[You can't leave yet!]
"Not used to being walked out on?"
[You're going to regret this, you're going to help me!]
"You're burned out, good luck making me regret anything right now," William replied.
The barrage of threats continued until they actually got out of the courthouse.
---
True to form, William was about where he said he would be, which was close enough to where Margot and Ned happened to be that the coordination of the effort was no problem as soon as he'd dropped the effect to stop being invisible and start being a right-and-proper mess waiting for assistance.
the devil @ 3:02PM
[Forces 2: bending light to make yourself effectively invisible?
base 3+ forces 2 + vulgar-as-fuck1+ distracted 1= 7 -2 quint = 5
Roll: 3 d10 TN5 (2, 3, 7) ( success x 2 ) [WP]
the devil @ 3:03PM
Extending
Roll: 3 d10 TN8 (5, 10, 10) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
the devil @ 3:03PM
(score, I figure five successes is enough to make two people invisible long enough to get into an alleyway]
Noel-Witness @ 3:04PM
Witnessed!
William was having one Hell of a time getting the doctor together. Amidst the talking and the threats and the continual checking to make sure Sepúlveda was still breathing, William spent some time checking over sigils and going through his bag for a different shade of red. He'd never figured that he would spend this much time writing on people and things, but he had to differentiate instructions to the universe about how precisely this was going to work. No wiggle room. No negotiation. No room for complaint. This. Will. Work. Because-
You impetuous child, do you know who I am? I was a king of industry- I could buy and sell peons like you-
William held the pen a little tighter, jaw clenched while some wraith continued to ramble on about his own importance. In a way it was sad; he was holding on to a life that he no longer had. Tried to wield status that he didn't have anymore and was still hoping that it would work. This might get some sympathy out of the Hermetic on a good day because William understood after a lifetime of hearing these stories that this was why they never moved on. The dead clung to things that once were and could never be, stuck in a Hell where transcendence is just a rumor at best. This was all still fresh for the ghost currently bothering them, but Will had work to do and his attention was faltering.
[No.]
"And bodies beyond the notice of light-" William started, in some language only spoken by a select few and the universe itself.
[No, you have to sleep sometime. You're going to listen to me, you're going to make good- someone has to pay for this injustice.]
"But not the notice of Truth-"
He muttered something to himself, either unimportant or half-voiced for the sake of getting himself on track. He was insistent, yes, but then again so was their current guest. The door shook again, enough to make William's attention snap back to it while his stomach. he wasn't sure whose fault it was that the door rattled that time- their spirit problem or the ministrations of Reality. Whatever the case- "Good enough, c'mon Sepúlveda."
William gathered up the man's thingsand started the rather unpleasant task of dragging him out of the closet and out to an alleyway. To his credit, he only ran the doctor into a trashcan once.
[You can't leave yet!]
"Not used to being walked out on?"
[You're going to regret this, you're going to help me!]
"You're burned out, good luck making me regret anything right now," William replied.
The barrage of threats continued until they actually got out of the courthouse.
---
True to form, William was about where he said he would be, which was close enough to where Margot and Ned happened to be that the coordination of the effort was no problem as soon as he'd dropped the effect to stop being invisible and start being a right-and-proper mess waiting for assistance.
the devil @ 3:02PM
[Forces 2: bending light to make yourself effectively invisible?
base 3+ forces 2 + vulgar-as-fuck1+ distracted 1= 7 -2 quint = 5
Roll: 3 d10 TN5 (2, 3, 7) ( success x 2 ) [WP]
the devil @ 3:03PM
Extending
Roll: 3 d10 TN8 (5, 10, 10) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
the devil @ 3:03PM
(score, I figure five successes is enough to make two people invisible long enough to get into an alleyway]
Noel-Witness @ 3:04PM
Witnessed!