Session Start: Thu Feb 16 00:00:00 2017
Session Ident: #Aeons_Daylight

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> is out near the docks, taking pictures of the foggy water in the early morning hours with a strange looking old timey camera that has the strap around her neck.

<+gruegirl> Ruth is also near the docks, but not for any such high purpose. She’s plying her trade, and that trade right now is crack cocane. She’s wearing a bulky jacket with her wares near her chest

<+MichaelM> Kara strolls along the docks, playing idly with her scarf as she walks. She looks preoccupied, like her mind is completely absent as she stares to the side towards the gulf. Every so often she raises a finger to play with a few strands of her shock-white hair before examining the fingers that touched it.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> keeps track of the stranger without staring, and is careful to avoid her in her photos so as not to cause any sort of conflict. She takes a few more pictures before spotting Kara and tilting her head slightly, as if taking some time to process the change in appearence before finally deciding it actually is her in all her shortness and gives her a light wave.

<+gruegirl> After some time, Ruth takes a joint out of a cigarette case in her pocket and lights it. Breathing the smoke out into the air. She concentrates on infusing her will into the smoke to do an effect…

<+gruegirl> And she frowns as the magic fizzles. She’d be angry but the narcotic is relaxing so she just takes a drag and waits around.

<+MichaelM> Kara pauses at a particular spot on the docs and pulls a small plastic card from her vest pocket. She spares it one last look then tosses it into the surf. Glancing around at her surroundings, she notices Angela and waves back. Kara frowns slightly as she notices the shady woman smoking nearby. She doesn’t need her masters in forensics to know it’s not nicotine in that cigarette.

<+gruegirl> Ruth isn’t paying Kara any particular attention. Just leaning against a wall and taking another drag.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> wrinkles her nose a bit as she glances over, but her black lips curl up faintly in a smile before she walks over to Kara. “So, what’s with the hair?”, she says as she glances about the top of the foggy shoreline.

<+MichaelM> “I felt like a change. Mutti will hate it, of course.” Kara responds with a smile. Then, more seriously, she adds; “Considering Cory’s still out there, I figured a different appearance couldn’t hurt.”

<+gruegirl> Ruth frowns, there’s no customers tonight… She’ll have to try the magic again. She takes a longer drag this time, and exhales it caaaaarefully attempting once again to infuse her thoughts into the smoke.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> sighs a bit, and glances off toward Ruth again before looking back at Kara. “I hate to tell you this but no amount of changing your appearence will keep him from finding you if he comes looking. Have you been to the Mission lately? I would also be worried about Father Thomas.”

<+gruegirl> Suddenly Ruth starts coughing furiously. Her nose starting to bleed as the magic backlashes a little “Goddamn it!” She shouts coughing up a storm and putting the joint out against the side of the building before returning it to the cigarette case.

<+MichaelM> “I know it won’t stop him, or even slow him down if it comes to that. It took my mind off things while I was dying it, though, and I like the colour. I think I like wearing it down too.” Her left hand idly brushes a few errant strands. “I haven’t been back to the Mission since before the flood. I should check on him soon. It’s just…everything’s been happening so quickly…”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> turns her head to look at Ruth more directly, and lifts the camera up, snapping a picture before she starts to walk over that way, incling her head for Kara to follow. “Hey, you okay? And yeah, second that, Kara.”

<+MichaelM> “Kara snaps around, looking concernedly t the woman as she swears. She notices the trail of blood beginning to run from one of the woman’s nostrils. “Excuse me, are you alright?” She walks cautiously over alongside Angela.

<+gruegirl> “I’m *COUGH* fine…” Ruth says rubbing the bridge of her nose “Inhaled too fast is all.” Not knowing any of these people, she doesn’t want to admit to them that it was because she pushed too hard into bending reality itself of course.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> looks like your stereotypical goth, black dress and leather boots, dark hair and makeup. She has an old almost victorian-looking camera hanging around her neck.

<+gruegirl> Ruth is a fairly short redhead with freckles. She is wearing a thick wool jacket and blue jeans.

<+MichaelM> Kara is wearing a thin, white sweater with a red vest over it. A matching white beanie conceals all but a few strands of similarly shock-white hair. A small steel cross hangs from a necklace around her collar.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> rubs at a piece of hematite that dangles off a charm bracelet on her wrist as she studies Ruth a moment. “My friend here has some medical training if you need help. And it would seem we are all of a kind as it were.”

<+gruegirl> Ruth raises an eyebrow “Not sure what ya mean there.” She says having gotten the coughing and the nosebleed under control. “I’m just minding mah own business here.”

<+MichaelM> “I’m sure you’re tending to business, yes.” Kara says with a slight smile. “But a spontaneous nosebleed can have a number of implications.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> tilts her head a bit, black lips quirked a bit to one side. “Not sure what you were trying to accomplish but it would seem you felt the sting that comes with trying to push things too far.”, she glances over at Kara. “Which I wish Arthur would learn. Quickly, before he blows us all up.”

<+gruegirl> “I’m fine really…” Ruth says trying to play it off… but she looks at Angela maybe she does know. “Wait you mean to tell me you two are…” She holds her hand up and wiggles her fingers, not wanting to say the word out loud.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> smiles a bit and nods. “Yeah. We are. I was taking pictures of ghosts, trying to catch a ghost ship that shows up sometimes here in the water when it’s foggy like this.”

<+MichaelM> “As soon as I can condense existential dread into an ingestible form to give him a healthy apprehension for death, you’ll be the first to know.” Kara mutters to Angela. Her smile widens a bit at the other woman’s question. “And I’m Kara Immelman. Researcher. Freelance at the moment.” She extends her arm in greeting as she glances up at the woman.

<+gruegirl> “I’m Ruth O’Hara… I suppose you could call me a freelance chemist.” She says smirking and taking the hand. Her grip is firm and her hands have the warmth of excellent circulation.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> chuckles a bit at that, and glances between them before settling on Ruth. “You new around here, or have we just not bumped into you before? Whole city has been going nuts lately. Not sure how much you like, know-know, cause we have a lot of people just discovering things around.”

<+MichaelM> “Lot of discovery going around, that’s for sure,” Kara observes, trying-but failing-not to sound slightly bitter.

<+gruegirl> “New to the finger-wigglin’. Not new around here.” She says shrugging “Been from New Orleans all my life.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> springs to life for a moment. “Oh, that reminds me! Your uhm… friend? That guy in your apartment… what… uh, what the fuck is he? The picture i got… I… am not sure what to think.”, then she glances back to Ruth and nods. “That seems to be the case with most of the others. We even have Nodes waking up that have been dormant for decades. Something big is going on.”

<+MichaelM> “It’s…not my place to say.” Kara says evasively, not able to keep the smile from her face. “You’ll have to ask him.”

<+gruegirl> Ruth listens into this, she’s tempted to light the joint up again but decides against it. “Ghosts?” She asks curiously.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> shakes her head. “No, this was… something else. He looks like a person, but has a spiritual form that is just… off the charts. Uhm, we have a place we kinda meet up and leave messages for each other and stuff if you’re interested in keeping in touch and maybe learning from each other here and there. Also helps with some of the weirder stuff going on… like the Lab… not looking forward to playing Resident Evil down there in real life.”

<+gruegirl> “Hmm… What do you mean? Some kinda monsters lurking about?” Ruth asks curiously.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> glances toward Kara, then back to Ruth. “Abandoned Lab that served as a Chantry. And if it is what I think it is… I think I rather prefer the Technocrasy. That friend of yours, Kara, if he is what he looks like… then he’d be right and Cory probably isn’t even human anymore.”

<+gruegirl> Ruth looks at Angela “Well. I don’t know half those words you just said, but if you need another gun to clear out the place I could probably be persuaded to help.” With that she lights up a normal cigarette.

<+MichaelM> “I doubt you’d be so cavalier if you knew the full risk,” Kara responds.

<+gruegirl> “Well.” Ruth says taking a bit of a drag “It’s kinda clear that I’m very new here and need to make some friends. It’s also clear you’re scared and need some help. Let’s solve both our needs, yes?”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> nods her head. “I’m a more the merrier kind of person. Safety in numbers and all that.”

<+MichaelM> “Herr, schmeiss Hirn oder Steine haubstache du triffst.” Kara mutters with a slight chuckle. “Alright, then. If you’re sure.”

<+gruegirl> “Yeah. I gotta agree with you there.” Ruth replies. “No sense in taking on big things alone. You just want my body there or will you need some weapons too?”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> wrinkles her nose up a bit. “I’m a weirdo… studied swordplay and archery. Not big on guns. But I would recommend coming armed.”

<+gruegirl> “That ain’t weird. Gotta love the classics.” Ruth says with a grin. “Me, I grew up on the streets. No fencing instructors to be found. You either know how to use a gun or ya end up with one pointed at you.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> nods her head a bit. “It’s not fencing… longsword actually. I did medieval reinactments… I know, super nerd. Sorry. But it actually might come in handy now that the whole finger wiggling thing has sorta taken off and weird shit is going on.”

<+gruegirl> “Shotgun blast to the face usually works too. Havn’t you seen Indiana Jones?” Ruth says laughing slightly at that before putting out her nicotine fix.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> nods her head at that. “That’s true. Not much that likes shotguns, or flare guns. And quick tip, flare guns are legal because they are an emergency device, not a weapon. Just don’t let the vampires catch you carrying one, that take that shit serious.”

<+gruegirl> “Vampires too… Remind me to invest in pump-action 12-guages and wooden stake rounds.” Ruth says smirking “That is assuming that shit works.”

<+MichaelM> “You’d be better off just enchanting your existing weapons,” Kara advises. “Use what you’re already comfortable with. Of course a shotgun couldn’t hurt.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> shakes her head a bit. “Stakes work, kinda… but I wouldn’t mess with them. So far they’ve been pretty cool. Some may be coming to help us out tomorrow night too. They’ll be helpful because they don’t get nosebleeds for doing weird shit and they can take a beating generally.”

<+gruegirl> Ruth nods “Oh, I may have some body armor around. Want me to bring that for you guys?” She asks curiously

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> looks thoughtful and then nods. “That’d be helpful I am sure. We got no clue what is actually down there.”

<+gruegirl> “Alright, so three flak jackets, some guns, and my badass self. Sounds like a party.”

<+MichaelM> “Most parties aren’t this lethal,” Kara observes dourly.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> “I think we’ll be okay. But I’d rather be over prepared than under prepared.”

<+gruegirl> “I’ve had to do hard things before. I can carry my own weight.” Ruth counters with a grin.

<+gruegirl> “Anyhow. I’m gonna go get geared up for tomorrow. Talk to you gals later.” Ruth says and walks off to her car whistling a jaunty celtic tune.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> takes out a card from her pocket and hands it to Ruth. It reads: DarkFlash Photography, Angela Grihm, and a phone number.

<+gruegirl> Ruth takes it and hands over a small card with her number on it.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Angela> takes it and then yawns and stretches. “I gotta get to the dark room, then get some frigging sleep. You be careful getting home, kay, Kara?”

<+MichaelM> “Most parties aren’t this lethal,” Kara observes dourly. She nods once to Ruth before turning and making her way back to her apartment.

Session Close: Fri Feb 17 00:00:00 2017