{"id":25698,"date":"2025-09-12T09:09:31","date_gmt":"2025-09-12T13:09:31","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2025-09-12T09:09:31","modified_gmt":"2025-09-12T13:09:31","slug":"thwart-993","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2025\/09\/12\/thwart-993\/","title":{"rendered":"An attempt to thwart Sophie&#8217;s MindControl(Ambrose)"},"content":{"rendered":"<style>\n    .edgt-post-text-inner p {\n        margin-bottom: 35px !important;\n    }\n    <\/style>\n<p><strong>Date:<\/strong> 2025-09-11 20:36<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008000\">               (<\/span>An attempt to thwart Sophie&#8217;s MindControl(Ambrose):Ambrose<span style=\"color:#008000\">)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">        [<\/span>Thu Sep 11 2025<span style=\"color:#008080\">]<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Haven Lighthouse<\/p>\n<p>It is <span style=\"color:#808080\">night<\/span>, about <span style=\"color:#008000\">68<\/span>F(<span style=\"color:#008000\">20<\/span>C) degrees, and there are clear skies.  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#393e41\">A<span style=\"color:#393f46\">t<span style=\"color:#39404a\"> <span style=\"color:#38424e\">B<span style=\"color:#384353\">i<span style=\"color:#374557\">r<span style=\"color:#36475c\">c<span style=\"color:#354860\">h<span style=\"color:#334a65\"> <span style=\"color:#324b69\">a<span style=\"color:#304d6e\">n<span style=\"color:#2d4e72\">d<span style=\"color:#2b5077\"> <span style=\"color:#27527b\">H<span style=\"color:#235380\">a<span style=\"color:#1f5585\">r<span style=\"color:#19578a\">t\/span>\/span<\/span<br \/>\nThere is a waning gibbous moon.  <\/p>\n<p>\/\/ Will be setting up the room momentarily. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Wonder<\/span> <span style=\"color:#5fd7ff\"> sits in a flash of colors on Navessa rigid body, an amalgamation <span style=\"color:#5fffff\">of shapes taken by the eyes. It <span style=\"color:#87d7ff\"> settles in a mist by the feet and<span style=\"color:#afd7ff\"> cloaks the ground like a carpet.<\/span> &#8220;Not very Wonderful of you.&#8221; It declares in a sedate, chorus of voices upon interval eight notes. <\/p>\n<p>Annabelle&#8217;s limbs are granted reprieve, but a stumble beyond the mouth of the alley isn&#8217;t allowed. &#8220;Gag me with a spoon, Wonder! It&#8217;s just graffiti!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It is representative of that which belongs to me? (belongs to me.)&#8221; <span style=\"color:#5fd7ff\"> asks, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Wonder\/span>\/span<\/span stat<span style=\"color:#87ffff\">es. Molding in<span style=\"color:#5fffff\">to the shape o<span style=\"color:#87d7ff\"> f the words &#8216;T<span style=\"color:#afd7ff\">RUTH IS LOUD.&#8217;<\/span> <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s not very well-done graffiti,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Navessa\/span>\/span<\/span says, giving a good, long look at the flash of colors. She can't help it: enough drug trips and colors are nice. She is moving toward the graffiti, still intent on cleaning it. \"Why not a mural? Something more... pleasing to the eye? Less... garish?\" She does have a side-eye for Annabelle, concern in her mien. \n\n<br \/>For the moment, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Ambrose<\/span> busies himself with smearing at one of the graffiti-bits, himself. But it&#8217;s clear he&#8217;s clocked the presence and been listening, in multiple manners; as he finishes with one swipe of SPEAK YOUR TRUTH, his gaze drifts over. &#8220;The one who smeared these is, likewise, hardly <i>wonderful<\/i>. It is, in fact, a <i>wonder<\/i> that you put up with her as long as you did.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>The gangly vampire&#8217;s attention returns to the graffiti, scraping and scrubbing without issue, stress, or strain. &#8220;Those who are not particularly <i>wonderful<\/i> nor <i>welcome<\/i> tend to get banished, eventually.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I wondered where it would lead.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#5fd7ff\">The eidolon, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Wonder\/span><\/span, states simply, <span style=\"color:#87ffff\">colors sedating into a marc<span style=\"color:#5fffff\">hing arrow that breezes pas<span style=\"color:#87d7ff\">t the the alleyway in a mar<span style=\"color:#afd7ff\">ching Powerpoint wipe-away.<\/span> &#8220;It is her only painting, all fifty seven of these words. It was tiresome.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;When you present yourself to the world, do you <i>really<\/i> want people to see this as the first sight in your name? It&#8217;s like an auction of pop.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Annabelle\/span>\/span<\/span debates. \n\n<br \/>Annabelle says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Er, poop.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>For some, it might be strange. Harrowing, even. But for <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Navessa<\/span> it is&#8230; just another day. There&#8217;s already an entity in her head, a muse, and she has gotten along just fine with that. This is nothing. That could also be the affront to her artistic senses, but, well. She does turn to the walls to work at the scrubbing herself. &#8220;She put in some effort and dedication, but&#8230; it is just words. Words are so easy, aren&#8217;t they? People spout words all the time.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;So it goes,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Ambrose<\/span> laments airily of something-or-other, continuing to clean up the aforementioned gal&#8217;s mess before it&#8217;s marching on to the next slop of graffiti. &#8220;She also immediately reached back out to me after, having already burned that bridge. Familiar song-and-dance that I am not stepping to.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;<i>Gang-gang.<\/i> Cult girl ghosted, vibe dismissed, Guess what, babes? You wont be missed.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#5fd7ff\">The ethereal, pos<span style=\"color:#87ffff\">sibly ancient spir<span style=\"color:#5fffff\">it of the concept <span style=\"color:#87d7ff\">of <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Wonder\/span>\/span<\/span chimes out<span style=\"color:#afd7ff\"> like an eldritch <span style=\"color:#afafd7\">prophecy, poisoned<span style=\"color:#d7afff\"> by its followers.<\/span>  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;As Cristal would say. Paint something nicer, won&#8217;t you. (won&#8217;t you?)&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Annabelle watches the colors dissipate, still stuck in the same room. With a sigh, she looks up to the air and mutters a prayer. &#8220;Please come back.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>A brief flash of color, and <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Annabelle\/span>\/span<\/span is allowed her locomotion to move out of the confines of this area- and more important, allowed to clean the paint. \"..Sorry about that. It's a growing thing. I mean, it's nice that it's nice, consider it probably doesn't have a sense of morality.\" \n\n<br \/>&#8220;Well, I don&#8217;t have paint with me right now, but I might be able to do something with what&#8217;s here,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Navessa<\/span> promises after Wonder as she considers the graffiti before them. She&#8217;s still in a fair bit of pain, but being able to focus on what *is* her craft (well, sculpting really, but she is a painter as well!) helps. A lot, actually. Especially with her Muse of late.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes. Actually. No, no, don&#8217;t apologize&#8230; Muses are finicky. Always have been, ask the Greeks.&#8221; But she does cast a smile toward Annabelle as she steps forward and does start to work on cleaning the graffiti in such a way to reshape it a bit, to take away the letters and leave at least more visually appealing shapes and designs instead. <\/p>\n<p>Annabelle doesn&#8217;t make the calls, doesn&#8217;t act like a foreman, but passes Navessa the supplies she needs to facilitate her cleaning work. &#8220;Right, a muse.&#8221; She sighs somewhat flatly, opening and closing her gauntlet. &#8220;I kinda think I&#8217;m the muse, really. She&#8217;ll remember me when she goes wherever eidolons go, and the memory of me will be how she approaches the world above. I like performance, or- well, I&#8217;m getting to like it. It&#8217;s kinda my boyfriend&#8217;s thing, but the more I live the more I realize that you do have to sorta sell people on stuff.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Annabelle says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">But I&#8217;m not gonna worship the concept of business management, right? Just wouldn&#8217;t be right.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#808080\">Two birds with one stone &#8212; the newly-minted graffiti takes on an artful demesne, not a controlling one. There is no secrecy empowering it any longer &#8212; it is bold, a statement. Visually appealing, not provocatively crass. Less urgent.<\/span> <\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Ambrose<\/span> is further down another alley, opting for the old-fashioned method of scrubbing away at a wall, shedding the paint from brick with elbow grease. Or sheer necromantic will over his body. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I am not <i>terribly<\/i> keen on the uninvited. Spirits, Eidolons, whichever,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Ambrose<\/span> answers to Annabelle and Navessa alike, though the former&#8217;s likely familiar on his stance already. &#8220;Hence my words about the unwanted winding up banished. But where there is not a&#8230; stress being placed, there is no need to answer with <i>spiritual violence<\/i>.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Spiritual violence, like the sort the three are currently cleaning up. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Business management is exceedingly dull,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Navessa<\/span> agrees with Annabelle. &#8220;I don&#8217;t think I could ever. But she is pretty,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Navessa<\/span> agrees. &#8220;And it does not sound to me-&#8221; a look down toward Ambrose, &#8220;like Wonder specifically&#8230; forced this or yes, violence of a kind. It may have been done in her name? Though by someone who left her, so I doubt she does care much if we change it. But just to ease matters a little-&#8221; she steps back to look at her work, considering a line here, a bit of color there, accepting those supplies given her by Annabelle. Better to leave it just one section of graffiti rather than a sweeping display of garish, bold words. &#8220;by leaving something pleasant to admire, I think?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;..I think it&#8217;s in this- eugkk-&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Annabelle<\/span> grunts from a particularly difficult tippy-toe alley-oop of paint cleaner. &#8220;..I mean, yeah. It&#8217;s just convenient, really. It doesn&#8217;t have an ounce of humanity, but it&#8217;s conceptually this sorta.. Amalgamated consciousness of human awe and creation. I don&#8217;t know that it has much incentive to be cruel.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Navessa does try to (helpfully!) point out some of those higher up bits to Annabelle. Because she is a bit short. So this will be a&#8230; somewhat lower (and more eye level!) bit of color on the alley walls. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I think she&#8217;ll like this.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Annabelle<\/span> offers Navessa with an elbow nudge into an elbow, careful of griffon claws. &#8220;I mean, approval nonwithstanding just- well.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I am sure she will. They tend to like <i>art in their honor<\/i>, whether it be ego or&#8230; Wonder,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Ambrose<\/span> agrees as he treks on, finding one of the last remaining large sprawls of graffiti. Vampiric bodies make excellent workhorses, because even injured as he is, there&#8217;s no pain to slow him down, and with the sun fully waning, he&#8217;s looking more &#8216;healthy&#8217; and capable than otherwise. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m glad we didn&#8217;t have to.. Climb a volcano and cross a mine field to push a mainframe into lava, or trace and counter-politic via shotguns and baseball bats some political agenda.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Annabelle<\/span> perks without an inch of irony to her words, bobbing along. &#8220;I guess we are removing something sorta ugly. I wonder where that line between like &#8216;awful&#8217; and &#8216;imaginative&#8217; starts. There&#8217;s some creepy paintings out there.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s terribly unfair, really. That Ambrose is looking better than she is, already. But then, she has herself to blame (kinda, sorta) with that aura of hers. And <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Navessa<\/span> *did* offer. But it&#8217;s more than made up for by the work he&#8217;s putting in to clean the bulk of the graffiti while she does the more fine details on leaving behind a section of it, words cleansed away and loops and swirls of color left in its place. &#8220;Well, we will leave this behind out of respect for her *in general* because entities of power deserve some level of respect, regardless. Even if it&#8217;s just respect that they have power.&#8221; There is a smile for Annabelle as well, leaning gamely with the elbow nudge. &#8220;I just hope anything I assist with in the future is as much in my wheelhouse as this.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>She knows it won&#8217;t be. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Nnahahah&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Annabelle&#8217;s<\/span> innocent, breezy laugh is just a little menacing in a dusk-lit alleyway at night, responding to Navessa. <\/p>\n<p>For <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Ambrose&#8217;s<\/span> part, he just smirks a bit. &#8220;You would be surprised, often. And&#8230; just as often, you would not be.&#8221; <br \/><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Date: 2025-09-11 20:36 (An attempt to thwart Sophie&#8217;s MindControl(Ambrose):Ambrose) [Thu Sep 11 2025] Haven Lighthouse It is night, about 68F(20C) degrees, and there are clear skies. 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