Shanna slips inside the door to the nearest grain silo, a quick glance confirming that no unexpected eyes are prying where they do not belong.
She sits still for a moment, reaching inward to tug that tiny thread of soul. With a brief shiver, destiny slides over her form. Her hair grows out...
Shanna, looking for some place to cast
Shanna rubs her hands together strides toward one of the grain silos toward the edge of the field, eyes and ears open to determine what, who, or whether the silo is occupied. Cold weather had the tendency to drive everybody inside, after all. The last...
Shanna, Journeying close to home
Shanna's eyes rests on the scenery, but it barely registers it as it rushes past. Things that need to be must come about; it is not your place to question why. Her eyes float across her fellow passengers, distracting herself from her own thoughts. A bulky...
Shanna, Hiding in her thoughts
The salient passages cling to Shanna's mind, and she re-reads the book, eyes straining as she tries to pull extra information from the spotty words and faded ramblings of the obviously deranged wizard who penned the book. This could be exactly what she needed --...
Shanna, buried back in the stacks
Shanna nods gratefully as the librarian points out one of the shelves. A thick tome up on the shelf immediately draws her attention. A Short History of Poison? She reaches for the book, grunting quietly as she extracts it, knocking several smaller books and...
Shanna, in the Dome
After a long moment of waiting for the intrinsic settling of her soul that signals the approval of the patternspiders, Shanna opens her eyes. Her scroll lies on the ground in front of her, its edges curling softly onto the slightly rumpled blanket. Obviously not the way...
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I'd thought I'd get a chance to call you, too. ;___; Now isn't the time for my phone to be wonky, but it's another complication right now. =\ Definitely one willpower for a success -- have you ever seen a beat poet that Wasn't putting their all into the poetry? :D
Beat Poetry Prayer...
xD Same here. Sorry I'm horrid at it -- between work and my evening obligations I've had stupidly stupid time.
^____^ Have fun this weekend! (Also, waaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooo... you totally never actually sleep, do you?)
Shanna, setting up in the Dome, near midnight
Shanna spreads her blanket on the ground, taking care to smooth all the corners and edges. Sitting silently in the center, she focuses on the sounds around her: the soft, slippered tread of the few visitors wandering around the dome so late at...
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Planning Destiny: Int + College (Corpse) = 3 + 1 = 4 dice
[3,9,10,6] = 3 successes.
Petition: Wits + Craft (Calligraphy) = 4 + 3 = 7 dice
[6,2,5,5,2,6,1] = 0 successes. -_-
Super-botch for the ugliest petition ever! . . . Am I still able to roll the prayer for this?
Shanna, eyes deep in reports
Shanna nods distractedly at the tiny patternspider. The doctor's fate was already mapped out, of course, but with any luck, the loom spiders would appreciate the separate attention to the girl's parents' fates. She re-checked her wording as she transferred all...
I should be home all weekend -- sorry, I've been flat on my face sick the past couple of days. I'm feeling a little more coherent right now -- I'll definitely have something worthwhile up soon!
Mostly going for the Shadow of the Reaper effect, which is down the Corpse constellation. It requires 3 effect points (and one paradox die), but it reduces a target's willpower to the value of their conviction. As a mortal, I figure that would only be one or two -- far, far better than trying...
...was the thought for that...) Let me know and I'll update my essence expenditure as appropriate.
Destiny Planning: Int + Craft(Fate) = Int + College(Corpse*) = 3+1, difficulty 1 to plan for mortals?
*Assuming that this College is the same one I'm going to be shooting to get with my prayer.
Shanna, knee-deep in bookshelves
Shanna loses several minutes as she skims through some of her books and scrolls, re-shelving a few that seem to have gotten out of order all on their own. A large tome on disease catches her eye in the middle of her collection of folk poetry, and she takes it...
Shanna, at home
Shanna reads through the assignment twice, committing the details of the necessary adjustment, then sets it down on a nearby table. A slight twinge of sadness glances across her consciousness and is gone almost before it appears. Not every life made such a difference in its...