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(Korina's nightmare battle with Samson)
[Fri Jul 19 2024]
In Black Rose Cafe
Large columns support the high ceiling which has
a large stained glass roof that, in the day time
at least, dapples the small cafe below in shades
of rosy reds, greens and dark gray shadows. Each
of the black painted columns are ornamented with
leafy vines that wind their way around them. The
walls are covered from ceiling down with crimson
lake hued wallpaper, embossed in a subtle raised
pattern of more of the blooms that lend the shop
its name. From roughly head height the wallpaper
gives way to darkly stained wood panelling which
then gives way to similar dark hard wood floors.
In the center of the room is a circular counter,
inside of which serves as the hub for the little
cafe that offers patrons a place to sit and read
while snacking or sipping on some coffee or tea.
It is about 70F(21C) degrees.
Jordan says "...what? "
Fayad says "Fuck! "
Fayad says "Oh, it's you.."
Samson appears to be naked, with a vest. "There's someone else," he points out before shrugging his shoulders.
Korina glances over at Nikolai, eyebrows raised.
Jordan looks over someone in surprise.
Jordan says "...Is he? Or just tired... do ghosts do that?"
Nikolai shrugs back over to Korina. "I did not bring grenades," he informs her. "But I am sure this will be over quickly."
Fayad says "So I'm under attack after all?"
Nikolai says "I am pretty sure /you/ attacked /us/, da?"
"Don't suppose you got bandages, landmines, and a taser?" Samson asks Fayad curiously, not seeming too bothered by being attacked.
Freya walks over and kneels next to someone.
Samson says "This is not an attack. This is a match."
Fayad says "I don't have any of that. "
Freya walks over and kneels next to the boys body
Korina nods, just yawning a little and coming to lean against Nikolai.
Fayad says "A match?? I was just sitting outside and now I'm pulled in here. "
Fayad says "Why?? "
Samson says "Maintaining the gate through conflict."
Jordan says "Did you hear anyone say anything?"
Nikolai says "This is not about gate. This is about sucking life from you and sating ourselves."
Freya says "No "
Samson says "Same difference."
Freya says "I can't see into the nightmare"
Jordan says "I heard someone...."
Fayad says "Is this not illegal?? I guess not.."
Jordan says "Alright. "
Freya says "I guess we'll wait til he comes out. See why I cant guarantee his safety??"
Nikolai says "I should have brought grenade."
Samson says "I wonder if we can just wake up before it starts... Deprive our opponents of the opportunity."
Jordan hisses, livid, "I've never committed an act of violence in my *fucking* life."
Fayad says "If only. "
Freya says "Do you see anything in the nightmare?"
Jordan says "Nothing, but I heard someone earlier. Southern accent."
Freya says "I guess we wait.."
Jordan says "For the second time tonight?"
Fayad says "... we are all attacking Korina???"
Fayad places a figurine on the ground which is rapidly possessed by a spirit.
Jordan falls into a chair again, face in hands.
Jordan says "I'm so tired of this... being so weak and useless... unable to help anyone."
"Shut up," Korina tells Jordan casually, apparently not in a mood to hear whining. A moment of concentration later, a pillar of prismatic energy bursts free from her like a homing beacon, her gaze flickering across those present. "If we are pitted against each other, it is because Venice thinks you need a lesson." A time for a lesson it is.
Jordan tries to make a phonecall, frowns, then tries again. No response. "Fuuuuck... fuckfuckfuck. I don't like this at all."
Keeping a wary eye placed on Freya and someone most of all, Nikolai reaches up to tap twice in a rhythmic pattern against his neck, backing slowly before Korina to keep her figure shielded by his own. "Every society for itself, then," he reasons. "Scions against Arrows against Hand."
Astrid backs into the book store, and not just because she's holding a bowl of ceviche. She's trembling just a little bit and makes haste to step over to the smattering of tables, eyes wide and continually glancing around. "Okayyyy," she mutters to herself, taking a seat and setting the bowl down. "They can't open doors. They can only howl at the moon and... stay out there. I'm safe here..." Then she looks at Jordan for confirmation. "I-I'm safe here?"
Keeping a wary eye placed on Freya and Samson most of all, Nikolai reaches up to tap twice in a rhythmic pattern against his neck, backing slowly before Korina to keep her figure shielded by his own. "Every society for itself, then," he reasons. "Scions against Arrows against Hand."
Jordan says "What? From - shit."
Samson may be naked, save for his vest, but having the vest is a boon. He presses a button on it, and a melodious number of beeps suggest something has been done with it, though no physical changes occur. "Fayad. Focus. The blue eyed woman and large Russian are our only targets. Everyone else is extraneous," he says, trying to guide Fayad as the resident fighter for the Scions. He apparently has a pistol tucked away in his vest, so he pulls it out and takes a worthless shot at Nikolai, sighing and shaking his head with the knowledge it was worthless.
Freya walks over to sling an arm around Jordan's shoulders, "Hey its okay. Fayad signed up for this. For leading his own society and for choosing to fight those battles. He doesn't have to if he doesn't want to. But part of him must want this okay?" She gives him a gentle hug then turns to woman. "Oh hey." She murmurs a bit distracted.
Jordan looks at Astrid carefully, face softening as they look over Astrid's style with faint smile, though looking startled when they get to her eyes. But, rather than asking, they listen carefully, only to be distracted again with the other conversation. "Yeah, wolves are a problem here...."
Whine thud, Whine thud, Whine thud. Nikolai's boots and servos sound out a staccato as he charges in towards Samson, flicking out his hammer lightly to test the big man's defenses. They're certainly present; his hammerhead glances off his opponent's outturned blade. Nikolai decides to use those defenses to his own benefit, then, grabbing Samson by the shoulder and twisting him around to act as cover.
Jordan fails.
Freya sighs and turns to Jordan talking in low whispers.
What a coincidence, then, that Samson being used as a cover offers Korina the perfect opportunity to dash in herself, though she's more agile about it than Nikolai. No whine thudding here to be seen. Her claws come up, slashing at the man now sandwiched between herself and the big Russian, eyes narrowed in predatory focus. Fayad is an afterthought, to be dealt with later.
Jordan tries to be calm and polite, unwilling to ignore the panicking Astrid though clearly more concerned about whatever they're whispering about.
Jordan frowns, a little confused.
Freya hugs Jordan reaasuringly
Jordan flinches, but quickly hugs Freya back, relaxing.
Jordan says "You're not... really. I mean, a bit, but if you were scared for your life... I'd rather you sit with us and calm down, yeah?"
Jordan smiles at Astrid warmly.
Freya nods at Jordan and takes a seat over the body of the guy sleeping on the floor. "Sorry I'm Freya." She seems thoroughly unconcerned about wolves though.
Samson yelps a bit when Nikolai's hammer almost catches him in the chest, deflected at the last possible second, but then he gets grabbed and manhandled into a shielding position, becoming cover for Nikolai. He struggles a bit, lashing out and kicking, just in time for Korina's claws to come toward him. His knife comes up to try to block it, but he shakes his head. Unlike his companion, he can tell he is being played with. Despite that, a grin crosses his lips in the middle of the exchange. He manages to get his hand up and free enough to slash at Korina ineffectually, impacting against claws. "At least buy me dinner before you grab me and hold me down," he mentions wittily to Nikolai.
Astrid nods at Jordan, closing her eyes tight. "Yeah, I can say tonight sure counts for a nine point oh on my weird shit oh meter. You sure you don't want any ceviche?" She scoots her chair a little for more leg room and crosses her legs, opening her eyes to stare at a window. "I'm um... from Ohio. We don't have anything that big out there."
Jordan says "Yeah, I'm good. My stomach's upset. Nothing but tea for me, right now."
Fayad has an expression of panic as he clasps his pendant. "The fuck do I do? Who do I focus on? Do you just want me to focus on mancing you? ", he asks of Samson, even as he attempts to make space and distract Korina with a sudden surge of heat.
Jordan says "And yeah, I'm from Texas. On a good day, you can even hear the accent over my speech impediments."
Jordan chuckles, their lisp warping their words to sound almost childish in their pronunciations.
Jordan says "No wolves there."
Freya nods at Jordan and stays put on her scent although her nose twitches at the smells from the ceviche. "What did you put in it?" She asks curiously.
Astrid actually giggles at Jordan's joke, starting to forget her fears a little, but they linger enough to keep her slightly hunched, and constantly checking the windows. "One of the charms really. They're really pretty and all that but they're fast and deadly. I started wondering if my dad was wrong when he said I'd never amount to shit..."
Looking over Samson's shoulder to stare Fayad down - he is technically an enemy right now, after all - Nikolai instructs, "Bring spear to bear against Korina. Or me, now, but with your friend twisted like he is, would have been bad idea to try and attack me, da? Do your best." Rather than actually swing his weapon, he lets the haft of his hammer sift through his fingers, dropping it and catching it right beneath the weapon's head, "punching" Samson in the back of the kidney with the big block of metal.
Jordan says "Woah, what? You already have a great impression on me. You've been drinking, but clearly you have the speed and self-preservation to get to safety - and without even spilling your creviche!"
Korina isn't too distracted from her goal of fucking up Samson, but she does let out an annoyed hiss at Fayad's attempts, sweat beading up on her skin uncomfortably. "Stop that," she snaps at him as though he's going to listen, and releases the annoyance by stabbing again at Samson, more viciously this time. This is what he gets for showing up naked: claws right through his shoulder.
And then, finally, a wind-up fairy with mechanical joints shows up, and is directed at Fayad with a gesture of Korina's hand.
Samson fades out of the nightmare.
Astrid smiles a second time at someone, gesturing to a little serving bowl of it she's prepared out of the big bowl and the side stack. "Shrimp and cod marinated in lemon and lime, mixed in later with red onion, tomatos, and bell peppers, all diced. Then a bit of garlic and cilantro for a little extra kick."
Fayad yelps in shock as a fairy appears and pummels him, stabbing at it with his redwood spear as his partner gets turbo wrecked instantly.
Astrid smiles a second time at Freya, gesturing to a little serving bowl of it she's prepared out of the big bowl and the side stack. "Shrimp and cod marinated in lemon and lime, mixed in later with red onion, tomatos, and bell peppers, all diced. Then a bit of garlic and cilantro for a little extra kick." She giggles again and looks at Jordan, blushing. "I don't even know how. It was all adrenaline and terror, I swear."
Jordan waves a hand dismissively. "Spilling it, dropping it, whatever... I'd have dropped it, pissed my panties, and be completely-"
Jordan looks at their phone mid-sentence, eyes wide.
"This would be ideal time to observe whether shell of your minion can stand up to what I have built for Rina's," Nikolai comments, "But we are in rush for something, so I must speed things along. Sorry, Fayad." Spectral blades begin to appear on his person as he becomes overlaid with a spirit of an old warrior, and he swings his hammer up at Fayad's chest to just barely be parried away by the twink's spear. Nikolai grins with fiendish approval.
Freya is nodding along with the ingredients but turns to look at Jordan at his expression. "What's wrong?" She asks softly leaning over the man.
Jordan says "No, no, it's good news."
Freya says "What does it say?"
"Oh." Korina looks disappointed by this turn of events - she's not watching the one-on-one of man against fairy? Nikolai does have a point though, and so she leaps in with claws out to add in, slashing Fayad just lightly.
Jordan says "Ah... the person I was calling before has... signal again."
Freya says "Oh fayad?"
Jordan says "...no? Why would I call him?"
Freya says "Oh thats true he's lying here..."
Jordan doesn't say it sarcastically, genuinely curious.
Freya shrugs a shoulder at Jordan, "Who else are you talking to?" She asks curiously.
Jordan says "Hey, I have other friends, you know!"
Fayad yelps, falling back on his mancing training to cause the sharp talons to glow an angry red, the dungeons and dragons figurine squeaking in feral anticipation.
Jordan smirks at Freya. "I talk to other...."
Freya grins at Jordan. "Good get them to come here and introduce me to them!"
Jordan frowns, looking over Astrid. "Wait... oh... I know what this is... but not how to deal with it...."
"Wound will heal in time," Nikolai informs Fayad, then steps back and twists wickedly around before spinning to release all that tension, bringing his hammer crashing into Fayad and knocking that shoulder right out of its fucking socket.
Fayad fades out of the nightmare.
Fayad jolts awake with a loud whimper, holding his shoulder in agony.
Korina tsks under her breath as the man disappears out of the nightmare, leaving just the fat little dragon to jump around, and she smacks it with the back of her claws. "Shoo."
Korinas Nightmare Battle With Fayad 240720
(Korina's nightmare battle with Samson)
[Fri Jul 19 2024]
In Black Rose Cafe
Large columns support the high ceiling which has
a large stained glass roof that, in the day time
at least, dapples the small cafe below in shades
of rosy reds, greens and dark gray shadows. Each
of the black painted columns are ornamented with
leafy vines that wind their way around them. The
walls are covered from ceiling down with crimson
lake hued wallpaper, embossed in a subtle raised
pattern of more of the blooms that lend the shop
its name. From roughly head height the wallpaper
gives way to darkly stained wood panelling which
then gives way to similar dark hard wood floors.
In the center of the room is a circular counter,
inside of which serves as the hub for the little
cafe that offers patrons a place to sit and read
while snacking or sipping on some coffee or tea.
It is about 70F(21C) degrees.
Jordan says "...what? "
Fayad says "Fuck! "
Fayad says "Oh, it's you.."
Samson appears to be naked, with a vest. "There's someone else," he points out before shrugging his shoulders.
Korina glances over at Nikolai, eyebrows raised.
Jordan looks over someone in surprise.
Jordan says "...Is he? Or just tired... do ghosts do that?"
Nikolai shrugs back over to Korina. "I did not bring grenades," he informs her. "But I am sure this will be over quickly."
Fayad says "So I'm under attack after all?"
Nikolai says "I am pretty sure /you/ attacked /us/, da?"
"Don't suppose you got bandages, landmines, and a taser?" Samson asks Fayad curiously, not seeming too bothered by being attacked.
Freya walks over and kneels next to someone.
Samson says "This is not an attack. This is a match."
Fayad says "I don't have any of that. "
Freya walks over and kneels next to the boys body
Korina nods, just yawning a little and coming to lean against Nikolai.
Fayad says "A match?? I was just sitting outside and now I'm pulled in here. "
Fayad says "Why?? "
Samson says "Maintaining the gate through conflict."
Jordan says "Did you hear anyone say anything?"
Nikolai says "This is not about gate. This is about sucking life from you and sating ourselves."
Freya says "No "
Samson says "Same difference."
Freya says "I can't see into the nightmare"
Jordan says "I heard someone...."
Fayad says "Is this not illegal?? I guess not.."
Jordan says "Alright. "
Freya says "I guess we'll wait til he comes out. See why I cant guarantee his safety??"
Nikolai says "I should have brought grenade."
Samson says "I wonder if we can just wake up before it starts... Deprive our opponents of the opportunity."
Jordan hisses, livid, "I've never committed an act of violence in my *fucking* life."
Fayad says "If only. "
Freya says "Do you see anything in the nightmare?"
Jordan says "Nothing, but I heard someone earlier. Southern accent."
Freya says "I guess we wait.."
Jordan says "For the second time tonight?"
Fayad says "... we are all attacking Korina???"
Fayad places a figurine on the ground which is rapidly possessed by a spirit.
Jordan falls into a chair again, face in hands.
Jordan says "I'm so tired of this... being so weak and useless... unable to help anyone."
"Shut up," Korina tells Jordan casually, apparently not in a mood to hear whining. A moment of concentration later, a pillar of prismatic energy bursts free from her like a homing beacon, her gaze flickering across those present. "If we are pitted against each other, it is because Venice thinks you need a lesson." A time for a lesson it is.
Jordan tries to make a phonecall, frowns, then tries again. No response. "Fuuuuck... fuckfuckfuck. I don't like this at all."
Keeping a wary eye placed on Freya and someone most of all, Nikolai reaches up to tap twice in a rhythmic pattern against his neck, backing slowly before Korina to keep her figure shielded by his own. "Every society for itself, then," he reasons. "Scions against Arrows against Hand."
Astrid backs into the book store, and not just because she's holding a bowl of ceviche. She's trembling just a little bit and makes haste to step over to the smattering of tables, eyes wide and continually glancing around. "Okayyyy," she mutters to herself, taking a seat and setting the bowl down. "They can't open doors. They can only howl at the moon and... stay out there. I'm safe here..." Then she looks at Jordan for confirmation. "I-I'm safe here?"
Keeping a wary eye placed on Freya and Samson most of all, Nikolai reaches up to tap twice in a rhythmic pattern against his neck, backing slowly before Korina to keep her figure shielded by his own. "Every society for itself, then," he reasons. "Scions against Arrows against Hand."
Jordan says "What? From - shit."
Samson may be naked, save for his vest, but having the vest is a boon. He presses a button on it, and a melodious number of beeps suggest something has been done with it, though no physical changes occur. "Fayad. Focus. The blue eyed woman and large Russian are our only targets. Everyone else is extraneous," he says, trying to guide Fayad as the resident fighter for the Scions. He apparently has a pistol tucked away in his vest, so he pulls it out and takes a worthless shot at Nikolai, sighing and shaking his head with the knowledge it was worthless.
Freya walks over to sling an arm around Jordan's shoulders, "Hey its okay. Fayad signed up for this. For leading his own society and for choosing to fight those battles. He doesn't have to if he doesn't want to. But part of him must want this okay?" She gives him a gentle hug then turns to woman. "Oh hey." She murmurs a bit distracted.
Jordan looks at Astrid carefully, face softening as they look over Astrid's style with faint smile, though looking startled when they get to her eyes. But, rather than asking, they listen carefully, only to be distracted again with the other conversation. "Yeah, wolves are a problem here...."
Whine thud, Whine thud, Whine thud. Nikolai's boots and servos sound out a staccato as he charges in towards Samson, flicking out his hammer lightly to test the big man's defenses. They're certainly present; his hammerhead glances off his opponent's outturned blade. Nikolai decides to use those defenses to his own benefit, then, grabbing Samson by the shoulder and twisting him around to act as cover.
Jordan fails.
Freya sighs and turns to Jordan talking in low whispers.
What a coincidence, then, that Samson being used as a cover offers Korina the perfect opportunity to dash in herself, though she's more agile about it than Nikolai. No whine thudding here to be seen. Her claws come up, slashing at the man now sandwiched between herself and the big Russian, eyes narrowed in predatory focus. Fayad is an afterthought, to be dealt with later.
Jordan tries to be calm and polite, unwilling to ignore the panicking Astrid though clearly more concerned about whatever they're whispering about.
Jordan frowns, a little confused.
Freya hugs Jordan reaasuringly
Jordan flinches, but quickly hugs Freya back, relaxing.
Jordan says "You're not... really. I mean, a bit, but if you were scared for your life... I'd rather you sit with us and calm down, yeah?"
Jordan smiles at Astrid warmly.
Freya nods at Jordan and takes a seat over the body of the guy sleeping on the floor. "Sorry I'm Freya." She seems thoroughly unconcerned about wolves though.
Samson yelps a bit when Nikolai's hammer almost catches him in the chest, deflected at the last possible second, but then he gets grabbed and manhandled into a shielding position, becoming cover for Nikolai. He struggles a bit, lashing out and kicking, just in time for Korina's claws to come toward him. His knife comes up to try to block it, but he shakes his head. Unlike his companion, he can tell he is being played with. Despite that, a grin crosses his lips in the middle of the exchange. He manages to get his hand up and free enough to slash at Korina ineffectually, impacting against claws. "At least buy me dinner before you grab me and hold me down," he mentions wittily to Nikolai.
Astrid nods at Jordan, closing her eyes tight. "Yeah, I can say tonight sure counts for a nine point oh on my weird shit oh meter. You sure you don't want any ceviche?" She scoots her chair a little for more leg room and crosses her legs, opening her eyes to stare at a window. "I'm um... from Ohio. We don't have anything that big out there."
Jordan says "Yeah, I'm good. My stomach's upset. Nothing but tea for me, right now."
Fayad has an expression of panic as he clasps his pendant. "The fuck do I do? Who do I focus on? Do you just want me to focus on mancing you? ", he asks of Samson, even as he attempts to make space and distract Korina with a sudden surge of heat.
Jordan says "And yeah, I'm from Texas. On a good day, you can even hear the accent over my speech impediments."
Jordan chuckles, their lisp warping their words to sound almost childish in their pronunciations.
Jordan says "No wolves there."
Freya nods at Jordan and stays put on her scent although her nose twitches at the smells from the ceviche. "What did you put in it?" She asks curiously.
Astrid actually giggles at Jordan's joke, starting to forget her fears a little, but they linger enough to keep her slightly hunched, and constantly checking the windows. "One of the charms really. They're really pretty and all that but they're fast and deadly. I started wondering if my dad was wrong when he said I'd never amount to shit..."
Looking over Samson's shoulder to stare Fayad down - he is technically an enemy right now, after all - Nikolai instructs, "Bring spear to bear against Korina. Or me, now, but with your friend twisted like he is, would have been bad idea to try and attack me, da? Do your best." Rather than actually swing his weapon, he lets the haft of his hammer sift through his fingers, dropping it and catching it right beneath the weapon's head, "punching" Samson in the back of the kidney with the big block of metal.
Jordan says "Woah, what? You already have a great impression on me. You've been drinking, but clearly you have the speed and self-preservation to get to safety - and without even spilling your creviche!"
Korina isn't too distracted from her goal of fucking up Samson, but she does let out an annoyed hiss at Fayad's attempts, sweat beading up on her skin uncomfortably. "Stop that," she snaps at him as though he's going to listen, and releases the annoyance by stabbing again at Samson, more viciously this time. This is what he gets for showing up naked: claws right through his shoulder.
And then, finally, a wind-up fairy with mechanical joints shows up, and is directed at Fayad with a gesture of Korina's hand.
Samson fades out of the nightmare.
Astrid smiles a second time at someone, gesturing to a little serving bowl of it she's prepared out of the big bowl and the side stack. "Shrimp and cod marinated in lemon and lime, mixed in later with red onion, tomatos, and bell peppers, all diced. Then a bit of garlic and cilantro for a little extra kick."
Fayad yelps in shock as a fairy appears and pummels him, stabbing at it with his redwood spear as his partner gets turbo wrecked instantly.
Astrid smiles a second time at Freya, gesturing to a little serving bowl of it she's prepared out of the big bowl and the side stack. "Shrimp and cod marinated in lemon and lime, mixed in later with red onion, tomatos, and bell peppers, all diced. Then a bit of garlic and cilantro for a little extra kick." She giggles again and looks at Jordan, blushing. "I don't even know how. It was all adrenaline and terror, I swear."
Jordan waves a hand dismissively. "Spilling it, dropping it, whatever... I'd have dropped it, pissed my panties, and be completely-"
Jordan looks at their phone mid-sentence, eyes wide.
"This would be ideal time to observe whether shell of your minion can stand up to what I have built for Rina's," Nikolai comments, "But we are in rush for something, so I must speed things along. Sorry, Fayad." Spectral blades begin to appear on his person as he becomes overlaid with a spirit of an old warrior, and he swings his hammer up at Fayad's chest to just barely be parried away by the twink's spear. Nikolai grins with fiendish approval.
Freya is nodding along with the ingredients but turns to look at Jordan at his expression. "What's wrong?" She asks softly leaning over the man.
Jordan says "No, no, it's good news."
Freya says "What does it say?"
"Oh." Korina looks disappointed by this turn of events - she's not watching the one-on-one of man against fairy? Nikolai does have a point though, and so she leaps in with claws out to add in, slashing Fayad just lightly.
Jordan says "Ah... the person I was calling before has... signal again."
Freya says "Oh fayad?"
Jordan says "...no? Why would I call him?"
Freya says "Oh thats true he's lying here..."
Jordan doesn't say it sarcastically, genuinely curious.
Freya shrugs a shoulder at Jordan, "Who else are you talking to?" She asks curiously.
Jordan says "Hey, I have other friends, you know!"
Fayad yelps, falling back on his mancing training to cause the sharp talons to glow an angry red, the dungeons and dragons figurine squeaking in feral anticipation.
Jordan smirks at Freya. "I talk to other...."
Freya grins at Jordan. "Good get them to come here and introduce me to them!"
Jordan frowns, looking over Astrid. "Wait... oh... I know what this is... but not how to deal with it...."
"Wound will heal in time," Nikolai informs Fayad, then steps back and twists wickedly around before spinning to release all that tension, bringing his hammer crashing into Fayad and knocking that shoulder right out of its fucking socket.
Fayad fades out of the nightmare.
Fayad jolts awake with a loud whimper, holding his shoulder in agony.
Korina tsks under her breath as the man disappears out of the nightmare, leaving just the fat little dragon to jump around, and she smacks it with the back of her claws. "Shoo."