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Topic: Quentra: Loss and Rebirth |
Title: Neophyte
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Date Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:33 pm
Subject: Quentra: Loss and Rebirth
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(OOC: The following is a failed astral quest Quentra undertook. Its the reason he's all brand spanking new, ICly. It takes place soon after he got was beaten by Seac.)
Quentra left Hooligans with a significantly decreased headache, or at least less of the impression that someone stuck a monosword into his temple. Drek. That didn't go well. he thought ruefully, recalling an altercation with Seac a few hours previously. Luckily, he was still alive, and he supposed he should be grateful for that. He stood outside the bar in the rain for a few minutes, grateful for the fact his robes came with a hood. I'm gonna catch a few z's. Hopefully by the time I wake up, I'll be able to talk to a Johnson without downing pain meds. Hailing a cab, he stepped inside and went home.
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Date Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:37 pm
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A spirit flitted around, waiting for a chance to address the dragon in the center of the room."Master Icewing?" the spirit 'asked' the dragon. "What is it?" the dragon answered, preoccupied with a trid layout of recent Aztlan movements in the Yucatan. "I was wondering....what do you plan to do with the Seattle problem? It seems to be developing at a rate we had not expected. At this rate, the gate should be complete in a year or two." The great dragon sighed, and looked around his lair, outfitted with SOTA everything. He turned his attention to a terminal, and punching a few keys on the dragon-adapted keyboard, brought up a map of Seattle. It was color-coded by region, though what these colors meant was probably indecipherable to anyone but the dragon. He stared at the map for a moment, then turned his back on it, focusing once again on the spirit. "Periwinkle. I know it. Like my brother, I am also gifted with the power of Divination. And you are right. It is time to take action." Icewing walked to another portion of his lair, this area completely dominated by a hermetic circle. With a flicker of will, the dragon rose wards that could probably fry the brain of anyone with even an ounce of hostile thought. "I have something planned. Meanwhile, I want you to retrieve a package from storage. Deliver it to this elf.” The dragon jabbed a claw at the map, and it shifted to an apartment complex, apartment 12B. “There is a lock of hair in the package. You should be able to locate this elf quite easily.” “And you, Master? What shall you be doing?” Periwinkle asked, a trite cautiously. Icewing sighed again, puffs of smoke emitting from his nostrils. “What I always do. Go, now.” He turned to into the circle, and his body went limp as the dragon’s spirit entered the astral plane.
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Date Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:38 pm
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Quentra got to his apartment in Evergreen, tipping the cabbie a little something extra, something he didn’t usually do. His cred account read in five-digits, unlike the measly three he’d had lately. His rent was due as well, so it was only typical that the silver haired elf would be elated. I won’t get kicked out! Joy. he thought, stepping inside the complex and the elevator. He got off at the second floor, walking through the twisting hallways until the elf got to his apartment. He swiped his keycard, and the door swung open. Quentra’s apartment was nothing to gloat over, containing little more than a bed, a trid screen, and a ramshackle shamanic lodge instead of a bedroom. Quen made a beeline to the bathroom, and splashed his face with a bit of cold water. Glancing at himself in the mirror, the shaman thought to himself that he looked horrible. His normally pale, almost albino complexion was even whiter, if that could be possible, and the bags under his eyes suggested days of insomnia. Fraggin’ slitch. I ever see that drekhead again, he’s going down. Quentra thought, referring to Seac. He took a quick shower, reveling in the fact that his place had running hot water. Stepping out, he dried himself off and headed to bed. The elf fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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Date Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:39 pm
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Quentra was dreaming. The shaman didn’t much care for dreams, with good reason. While some dreams were pleasant, such as the one in which he met his totem, Polecat, some were down right scary. This dream started off as one of those nightmares, flashing through images of Seac’s face and the very unpleasant sensation of mana bursting inside his head. The images shifted, becoming chaotic shapes. That chaos formed into Polecat, and it addressed the elf. “My shaman. You are ready. Quentra blinked, surprised, as he slowly realized he was speaking to his totem again. Ready? For what, Polecat? The Polecat dream image smiled and Quentra. To reach the next level of power, to learn the hunter’s skills. Initiation…, Quentra thought, and Polecat nodded. Yes. Come with me, little hunter. Polecat gestured, and the elf felt his spirit leave his body. He didn’t move in the traditional sense, more like his perception of reality shifted, as he entered the metaplanes. The scene became a forest, dark. Quentra felt himself shift, becoming lither, faster, focused. He felt his form change, matching his totem. The shaman began to hunt, looking for prey. He sensed a bird, and paused, waiting for the right moment to strike. The moment passed, however, and the elf scampered away, in search of new prey to hunt. A smell tinged his nose, of honey and larvae. Easy prey, the elf/polecat thought, bounding to the source. He bounded up a tree, in search of the smell. Finding a wasp’s nest, Quentra began to attack it, knocking it down to the ground with a few swipes. As the elf broke the nest, he felt reality shift again. The wasps nest became bigger, swallowing him whole. He felt his body as a metahuman, lying under the gaze of Invae, wasp sprits. Food, he heard, the sound like a million broken bells in his mind. The shaman open his mouth to scream, but never got the chance, as his spiritual being was literally ripped in two, then four, then a million different pieces as the wasps began to take him apart, slowly. Quentra watched in mute horror and pain as parts of him were fed to larvae, feeling his personality fracture and break. Suddenly, screams of pain not his own began reverberating throughout the nest. He turned his attention upward, transfixed. He noticed a giant dracoform literally blowing away the invae, as another wasp torn out another chunk of being. He finally blacked out.
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Date Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:40 pm
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The dragon grabbed the elf’s trapped aura, rescuing as many pieces as he could. After a few moments, the dragon leapt skyward, carving himself an exit on a hive wall, dodging wasp spirits. He exited that metaplane and traveled between them for a while, until he settled on one that was simply a blank, and settled the elf’s spirit on the ‘floor.’ The dragon began to piece together the aura, reattaching parts. Major ones, however, were still missing. The dragon snorted, producing a bag from which he pulled out other aura chunks, seeing which fit best to the torn spirit. He finally matched a couple of parts, attaching them to Quentra. Apparently satisfied by his handiwork, the dragon tugged on the silver thread connecting Quentra to his body, sending the elf back to the Material.
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Date Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:41 pm
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Periwinkle traveled the winds to Seattle, bearing a trenchcoat and an armlet. It reached its destination, slipping past the apartment’s weak wards with ease. It dropped the package on the floor near the unconscious elf, sending a couple of gusts of wind down his face to wake him up. The elf groaned, and rolled over. The spirit rolled its eyes, metaphysically, and began to materialize. I cannot allow you to do that, it heard, the voice cultured and malicious. The spirit tried to make some kind of a sound, but it felt its essence drain away quicker than it could respond. Something burped, and retreated into the astral.
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Date Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:42 pm
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Quentra woke up, his head and body aching. Feels like I was ripped apart….frag. He pulled himself up, noticing the package. That’s odd. I don’t remember receiving anything. He took out the trenchcoat, looking oddly at the blue and red colorings, reminding him of…something. He pulled out the armlet as well, feeling the inherent natural potential of a foci. He opened his third eye, perceiving the astral. Immediately, the elf grabbed his forehead, seeing the astral in sharper detailing than he ever had, reading aura’s with a minimum of effort. Quentra blinked, confused. He tried to activate his other foci, but they wouldn’t respond to him, his orichalcum items reverting to bronze. He stared, not quite sure of what to make of this latest development. A sharp rapping on the door brought his attention to the here and now. “It’s the super! Open up! Rent’s due, ya lazy son a slitch!” a loud, orkish sounding voice on the other side of the door yelled. “Keep your shirt on, I got the cred right here.” The elf shuffled around through his stuff, finally finding his credstick. He opened the door and handed the cred to the angry ork outside his door. The ork took a look at the credstick and and chucked it back into Quentra’s face. ”You tryin’ ta stiff me, keeb?” the ork sneered at him. ”Rents forty five kay,” he said, emphasizing the kay, ”Not forty-five nuyen. Git out.” The ork grabbed Quentra by his scuff, throwing him out of the apartment and chasing him out of the complex with a shotgun. Quentra stood on the corner, bemused. He checked his credstick balance and sighed, putting the depleted value in with all the other wierd drek thats occurred. Sighing, the elf flagged down a cab, punching in Dante’s. Guess its time to shadowrun.
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