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Realistic or Modern Vexpara: International Exorcism Solutions | A Side Story

Previous poll results.
Sidney's preferred weapon of choice is a coffin. His backup weapon is a pair of alloy knuckles. Between a three way tie of biking to work, driving himself, and calling a Lyft, I have decided that Sidney calls a Lyft to work.

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Sidney pulled the first drawer to his dresser open, then cocked his head in confusion. He had everything he needed already, he just needed his coffin and his coffin certainly wasn't going to fit in his dresser. He shut his dresser and palmed his eyes, rubbing any last remnant of sleep from them. His routine must have been way out of whack, considering the time of day. Sidney gave a mental shrug and made his way back into the living area of his apartment with bag in tow in one hand, and his phone in the other. In a few seconds, he had hailed a nearby Lyft for a pickup, ensuring it could fit the tools of his trade.

Quinn was lounging on the futon in the living room, glued to his phone. Sidney shuffled past him and towards the coat closet, where the hunter stored the gear too big for his room. The door creaked open, and Sidney turned on the closet light out of habit, though there was no way he would miss a 6-foot tall polished wood coffin with engraved truesilver edges propped against the back. The whole thing was lighter than a real coffin, and made as wieldy for combat as was possible with a fucking coffin extra handles, reinforced bulkheads, and lightweight alloy interiors.

Coffins were an ancient weapon, used as a spiritual and cultural symbol for exorcists -- as well as a tool. Though intended to transport the dead to their final resting place, in a pinch, could be used as a barricade or even a bludgeon by the desperate enough. Sidney's great grandfather had been a coffinmaker, and his coffin was a hand-crafted gift to Sidney after he had decided to become a professional exorcist. Though the thing had seen its fair share of bumps, scrapes, and burns, it was still as functional as the first day Sidney had used it. Given the correct circumstances, Sidney would have it no other way than to be buried in his own coffin, much like other coffin-hunters such as he.

With one heft of its familiar weight, Sidney shouldered the coffin and strapped it across his back with no issue. He shut the closet and made for the door, waving to Quinn as he picked his keys up from the coffee table, "Later, Quinn."

"Later, dude."

The air outside was chilly and the sky was still dark as Sidney stood on the curb, waiting for his ride. He took the moment to meditate and breathe, finding his center and preparing himself for the hours to come. Every mission from Vexpara was a death sentence, no matter the severity. That was the reality for hunters and exorcists, a tradition that had lasted a thousand years, and would not end soon. The best they could do was make their peace at every juncture, every turning point, and to rid themselves of fear that would otherwise cloud their judgement and endanger innocent people. At the core of their purpose, their lives were disposable, so long as everyone else could go on living safely for even one more day. Still, Sidney didn't see himself as a savior or hero, in fact, he didn't know any of his colleagues that did.

The minutes passed, and eventually, the slowing of tires in front of him woke him from his serenity. The passenger window rolled down and the driver called out, "Lyft for Sidney?"

"Yeah, that's me. Mind popping the trunk for me?"

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Please vote once for each of the following categories.

How does the driver appear?
> A lesser demon woman, unconcealed by glamour magic.
> An elderly human man who has seen some shit, and more.

What car is the Lyft?
> A silver SUV.
> A pale blue soccer mom van.
> A black Tesla cybertruck.

 
> An elderly human man who has seen some shit, and more.
> A black Tesla cybertruck.
 
How does the driver appear?
> An elderly human man who has seen some shit, and more.

What car is the Lyft?
> A black Tesla cybertruck.
 
> An elderly human man who has seen some shit, and more.

> A silver SUV.
 
> An elderly human man who has seen some shit, and more

> A pale blue soccer mom van
 
Previous poll results.
Sidney's driver is an elderly human man who has seen some shit, and more. He also drives a black Tesla cybertruck.

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"No prob, you need help loading that shit in sonny?" A gruff voice called out from the driver seat. At the same time, the black cybertruck's trunk hissed open.

"I've got it, thanks though," Sidney responded as he walked around the side of the cybertruck and hoisted the strap of the coffin off his shoulders. He carefully set the coffin sideways in the trunk of the truck and tossed his duffel bag with his armor on top of it. With his stuff secure, he hit the button to shut the trunk and walked back around the side to the back seat.

"Thanks for the pickup," Sidney nodded as he climbed into the stylish and pristine cybertruck. He buckled his seat belt and got a good look at his driver as they pulled away from his apartment. The driver looked to be in his early 70s, sporting an old man polo and khakis. A black hat on his head very clearly indicated in big bold letters that he was a Vietnam veteran. His forearms were covered with fading and faded tattoos of eagles, anchors, and lightning bolts.

"You an exorcist, son?" The driver ignored Sidney and got straight to the point as they drove.

Sidney raised his eyebrows.

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Please vote once for the following category.

How does Sidney respond?
> Don't answer the driver's question and stay quiet.
> Ask the driver an equally obvious question.
> Respond politely with the truth.
> Respond sarcastically with a lie.
> [Write in your own response]

 

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