[Renaissance Living] Disc 1: Track 8: Marunae

[Sarodinian]

The Animus





"Related subject detected."


The Animus locked onto another essence signature in Nexus and began another multicast.


The view shifts into an alleyway in the Nexus district of, well, Nexus, where a lynx is curled up sleeping in a shadowed alcove. Except this isn't just any ordinary lynx, this lynx happens to be Nomenia, scourge of the Southern slave trade.


The sun starts to peek overhead as day begins to break. It's dawn, tomorrow's Calibration, and -dammit- if your stomach isn't growling...


Welcome to Nexus.


What dost thou do?


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[Chaka]

Nomenia


The Lunar uncurls and stretches joyously before settling down to the thorough business of cleaning oneself. Illyria always said the shape alters the mind almost as much as the body, and the lynx is as much her true self as the young woman her village would recognise; so she cleans fastidiously, paying attention to between the paws. One never knows when one will need to claw someone. Rising and shaking her fur out, Nomenia clambers up a drainpipe to a tenement roof and sits in the morning sunlight while debating her options. She'd hunted as an owl last night for the joy of flying, but a steady diet of rats and voles, while not unpleasant to her in the forms she wore, did eventually wear thin for someone used to subsisting on hot food. All things considered, it was probably time to head to the marketplace and steal something hot.


As she pads across the rooftops, she carefully orders her plans. She was organising her hunt - decapitating the Guild's slave trade was going to require a certain amount of planning. She'd been following a couple of men since she'd arrived in the city in various forms and they'd led her to a couple more... and Calibration began tomorrow. Five moonless, starless nights. She would miss the Mother's light, but the darkness was a blessing. By the time the moon rose over Creation again, some very bad men would be dead.


Purring contentedly, Nomenia went in search of breakfast.

 

[Sarodinian]

The Animus:


As you pad across the rooftops, you eventually catch a smell of something -good- down on the streets. Looking over, a street vendor's cooking up some dish with noodles and meat and everything for a couple of people who have approached him. Stealing it while a lynx might be problematic though.

 

[Chaka]

Considering her options, she decides this is probably a job for fingers. Hopping down off the rooftop into an empty alleyway, there's a strange rustling noise... and then a cruel-looking young man with a scarred face straightens up from behind a pile of rubbish and emerges from the alleyway. Nomenia pauses, taking a moment to reorient himself to being in a male form - he is not a Twin-Faced Hero, and so finds this form very disconcerting at first.


He steps out of the alleyway and nonchalantly walks past the vendor, looking for an opportunity to snatch a portion of food.


3m personal to shapeshift into a non-native form, that of Silar, a minor Guild slaver from the South.

 

[Sarodinian]

The Animus:


Nobody really pays much attention to you as you walk by.


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If you attempt to steal, give me a Dex+Larceny roll.

 

[Chaka]

Nomenia walks down the street a little ways, merging with the crowd. Turning on his heel, he manipulates his essence flows to make him indistinguishable from the crowd around him. Walking back toward the vendor, he leans in, snatches a bowl mid-stride, and keeps walking.


Spending 3m personal to activate One of the Herd. Nomenia now looks like just another face in the crowd - attempts to pick him out of a crowd take an internal penalty equal to Nomenia's Essence, and his appearance is entirely forgettable (1wp to resist this Illusion effect.) Rolling Dexterity+Larceny. 4 successes total.