{"id":26369,"date":"2025-09-23T13:00:53","date_gmt":"2025-09-23T17:00:53","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2025-09-23T13:00:53","modified_gmt":"2025-09-23T17:00:53","slug":"event-1039","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2025\/09\/23\/event-1039\/","title":{"rendered":"Remy&#8217;s Hell No, Legion&#8217;s Gotta Go Protest Hunt"},"content":{"rendered":"<style>\n    .edgt-post-text-inner p {\n        margin-bottom: 35px !important;\n    }\n    <\/style>\n<p><strong>Date:<\/strong> 2025-09-22 19:02<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008000\">               (<\/span>Remy&#8217;s Hell No, Legion&#8217;s Gotta Go Protest Hunt<span style=\"color:#008000\">)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">        [<\/span>Mon Sep 22 2025<span style=\"color:#008080\">]<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#7ab8ff\">In <span style=\"color:#7ab8ff\"><span style=\"color:#42cafb\">t<span style=\"color:#21d9e5\">h<span style=\"color:#52e3c4\">e<span style=\"color:#8de9a1\"> <span style=\"color:#c7e988\">W<span style=\"color:#ffe484\">i<span style=\"color:#ffd47d\">t<span style=\"color:#ffc379\">c<span style=\"color:#ffb378\">h<span style=\"color:#ffa37b\">&#8216;<span style=\"color:#ff947f\">s<span style=\"color:#ff8585\"> <span style=\"color:#ff8585\">H<span style=\"color:#ff947f\">u<span style=\"color:#ffa37b\">t<span style=\"color:#ffb378\"> <span style=\"color:#ffc379\">b<span style=\"color:#ffd47d\">o<span style=\"color:#ffe484\">o<span style=\"color:#c7e988\">k<span style=\"color:#8de9a1\"> <span style=\"color:#52e3c4\">n<span style=\"color:#21d9e5\">o<span style=\"color:#42cafb\">o<span style=\"color:#7ab8ff\">k\/span<\/span\/span><br \/><span style=\"color:#3b2f2f\">The moment you step through the squat arched wooden door, flanked by two <span style=\"color:#e8dbff\">fogged-<span style=\"color:#d8e6ff\">glass w<span style=\"color:#caf0ff\">indows<span style=\"color:#3b2f2f\"> trimmed in moss, the air shifts, warmer, spiced, and thick with the soft perfume of honeyed mushrooms and old paper. The <span style=\"color:#c3f9ff\">hardwoo<span style=\"color:#c7fff7\">d floor<span style=\"color:#3b2f2f\">, stained a deep walnut bark brown  and creaking just enough to feel alive, is scattered with handwoven rugs in moody black. A small collection of<span style=\"color:#c3f9ff\"> velvet <span style=\"color:#cbf0ff\">armchai<span style=\"color:#dbe6ff\">rs<span style=\"color:#3b2f2f\"> and mushroom-stem stools gather in cozy clusters around low tables carved from twisted tree roots.<\/p>\n<p>From a shelf near the window, a <span style=\"color:#dbe6ff\">tinn<span style=\"color:#ecdbff\">y gramo<span style=\"color:#ecdbff\">phone<span style=\"color:#3b2f2f\"> hums quietly with a loop of lofi music- slow piano and the occasional rustling wind- its horn painted in soft pink, gleaming subtly in the light of a single flickering lantern. Vines trail from the beams overhead, dotted with minty green <span style=\"color:#ecdbff\">b<span style=\"color:#dbe6ff\">iolumin<span style=\"color:#cbf0ff\">escent f<span style=\"color:#c3f9ff\">ungi<span style=\"color:#3b2f2f\"> that glow just bright enough to read by.<\/p>\n<p>A stack of well-loved <span style=\"color:#c3f9ff\">bo<span style=\"color:#c7fff7\">oks<span style=\"color:#3b2f2f\"> rests on the windowsill, spines cracked, pages leafed. In the corner, nestled in a tangle of <span style=\"color:#c7fff7\">dri<span style=\"color:#c3f9ff\">ed cham<span style=\"color:#caf0ff\">omile a<span style=\"color:#d8e6ff\">nd moss<span style=\"color:#3b2f2f\">, is the rooms sole attendant: a long-eared barn owl. Their feathers are speckled like fallen ash, and they blink slowly as customers pass, as if<span style=\"color:#e8dbff\"> judging<span style=\"color:#3b2f2f\"> them silently before going back to staring into the fireless hearth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>It is <span style=\"color:#808080\">after <span style=\"color:#800000\">dusk\/span<\/span\/span>, about <span style=\"color:#00ffff\">65<\/span>F(<span style=\"color:#00ffff\">18<\/span>C) degrees, and there are clear skies.  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#ec0240\">A<span style=\"color:#e31542\">t<span style=\"color:#d91f43\"> <span style=\"color:#cf2644\">P<span style=\"color:#c52c46\">a<span style=\"color:#bb3047\">n<span style=\"color:#b13348\">a<span style=\"color:#a73649\">m<span style=\"color:#9d384a\">a<span style=\"color:#933a4c\"> <span style=\"color:#893b4d\">a<span style=\"color:#7f3c4e\">n<span style=\"color:#753d4f\">d<span style=\"color:#6b3d50\"> <span style=\"color:#603d51\">S<span style=\"color:#553d52\">i<span style=\"color:#493d53\">d<span style=\"color:#3c3c54\">n<span style=\"color:#2d3b55\">e<span style=\"color:#193b57\">y\/span<\/span\/span><br \/>\nThere is a waxing crescent moon.  <\/p>\n<p>Jakem smirks &#8220;That&#8217;s not a bad thing. It&#8217;s something we can throw in the Order&#8217;s face if we&#8217;re feeling feisty.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">If it&#8217;s just us here, we can say whatever we want about what happened.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Big groups in tha mist is also generally fuckin&#8217; awful<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says, with a galnce at his phone, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh, Teagan&#8217;s on her way.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme looks down at her phone and then checks something and then nods to Jakem, &#8220;That ain&#8217;t too bad.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh yeah, I guess I don&#8217;t know where we&#8217;re at. Though at least it&#8217;s in the vicinity.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I&#8217;m still injured from yesterday, so I probably will be staying here.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">But Teagan&#8217;s coming armed.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Looks like he&#8217;s right around stop 7 maybe<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Which&#8230;if we just head south I think we&#8217;ll find him<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Remy slips her hand into the outside slit of her harem pants toward her inside thigh. Then she draws out a wicked little karambit knife. &#8220;Who&#8217;s leadin&#8217; our efforts then?&#8221; she asks, with her finger hooked through the loop of her knife to twirl it back and forth. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Esme and Eva are the most experienced I wager.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Evalina cocks her head at Remy, &#8220;I was presuming you would.&#8221; She remarks with a blink. &#8220;I can if needed, but I am just as happy to follow.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Me too.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Esme<\/span> muses to Evalina and then tches. &#8220;I can leads us there and Eva lead us back or somethin&#8217;?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Good idea, keep it as confusing as possible.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme snappoints to Jakem <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Actually, don&#8217;t forget to have Remy lead you half way through, but only every other block.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Evalina chuckles, &#8220;Works for me.&#8221; She tells Esme, &#8220;If we&#8217;re lucky someone will follow the wrong person and we all die.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We are doomed if I lead us. I&#8217;m directionally challenged,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Remy<\/span> says, lifting her hands in a surrendering gesture with her knife hanging off her pinky. <\/p>\n<p>Esme shakes her head, &#8220;If anyone dies it ain&#8217;t my fault.&#8221; She declares with a wry grin and then a laugh, moving toward the door. &#8220;Alright, let&#8217;s get this show on the road an&#8217; just uh. If i say run, run I guess?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh wait we&#8217;ll wait for Teagan<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods to Esme &#8220;I&#8217;ll be the guy in the chair.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Teagan what&#8217;s your eta?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">It&#8217;s detouring you around the mist.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem tosses a slimfit vest to Teagan. <\/p>\n<p>Remy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">And now the dominos start&#8230;<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme smiles to Teagan, &#8220;Follow me when you&#8217;re ready. Jeremiah and&#8230;apparently Mercy.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Teagan barely catches the vest in time with an &#8220;oof&#8221; but starts getting her way into it. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh, bring Mercy back here if you can! She knows who&#8217;s haunting the area. I need to get her statement.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme nods to Jakem, &#8220;You got it.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Yeah, no pressure. She&#8217;s probably got her own friends.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Okay -now- we&#8217;re off. <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Okay. Eyes up. Ears open.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Teagan considers, chewing on the inside of her cheek a bit. &#8220;I&#8217;ve got my laptop with me. If need be, I could trace Mercy on the go probably. But it&#8217;s expensive. Someone would owe me.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">We won&#8217;t worry &#8217;bout it just yet. We&#8217;ll see if we see &#8216;er first<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I already got a trace on her, I&#8217;ll get it to you when I hear back.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Teagan bobs her head in a nod. &#8220;Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to let y&#8217;all know just in case it was needed. That&#8217;s something I can-&#8221; she looks back over her shoulder. &#8220;So Jak&#8217;s just&#8230; fucking off?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Remy steps outside and looks around. &#8220;Should we ride somewhere closer?&#8221; she asks curiously. <\/p>\n<p>Evalina nods towards Teagan, &#8220;He&#8217;s still hurt.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Hm&#8230;Eva was that Andalusian yours?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Evalina shakes her head at Esme, &#8220;No. I drive the BMW i8. Ver ysafe car, should we end up needing one.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, right.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> wrinkles her nose. &#8220;I always think if someone&#8217;s not in the hospital, they&#8217;re fine. Uh, I have a car-&#8221; she points thataway. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Every day I am not in the hospital is a good one,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Remy<\/span> says as she walks along with the other ladies toward the mists. <\/p>\n<p>Evalina says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I am fairly sure that the Andalusian is Remy&#8217;s actually..<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Remy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh, yeah. That&#8217;s mine. Sorry. Why?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme nods, &#8220;Okay I think this mist is pretty close in general but we&#8217;ll walk a little farther and if it&#8217;s not, we&#8217;ll arrange to bring the horses and Eva&#8217;s car closer I think. Just in case.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Remy twirls her knife around like a fidget toy. One that has a razor&#8217;s edge and could probably cut her decently well if she mis-twirls it. &#8220;So weird living near a volcano like this,&#8221; she comments as the group continues. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s always been a little weird,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> agrees with Remy, trying to avoid even looking that way! <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;People on Sicily think it&#8217;s normal, probably.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Evalina<\/span> remarks casually. &#8220;Or in Indonesia. A lot of people live near volcanoes because they leave the ground very fertile.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme nods to herself. &#8220;Yeah, at least it&#8217;s bright light all the time, hm?&#8221; She glances volcano ward and then looks toward Remy and Evalina. &#8220;Okay. Would you two mind doubling back and Remy come here to 11, Evan drive again to 10 and see if there&#8217;s mist there?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme clears her throat. &#8220;Eva that is.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The world tree in the northern part of town too,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Remy<\/span> points out to Teagan. &#8220;I could spend weeks going around seeing the sights here and not really take them all in,&#8221; she says in something resembling awe. She nods to Esme regarding the double back and says, &#8220;I can lead this one.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Evalina says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I am being sex changed&#8230; and I can double back, not sure why Remy is needed though? I think my car can fit 1 rescue at least<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Evalina says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Be back<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">How&#8217;s it lookin&#8217;? <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Remy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Eva&#8217;s south of here apparently.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh! Sorry, I don&#8217;t have my phone out <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Relic? Must be some kinda spices on that.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem hmms to Remy &#8220;I think we proved our point. Lookit the monster cowering in fear out there from our protest?&#8221; he says, pointing to the window. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods to Jeremiah &#8220;I mean I didn&#8217;t do half as much as anyone else, but you&#8217;re welcome.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Remy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Heading off to the hospital with Jeremiah.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jeremiah touches a bluetooth earpiece. <\/p>\n<p>Jeremiah says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Thanks for the assist. 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